it resulted in eighteen blackouts

[notjamesbond]

[Why, hello Paradisa! Why, what a beautiful day! The sun is shining, the birds outside are singing, somewhere a very disagreeable doctor is drugging a hyperactive pony, and overall it seems like a wonderful day to go out and seize the day.]

[Not for Newton Pulsifer. Because currently, he's falling out a window.]

[How in the world did this travesty happen? Well, because Newt can be sort of a klutz sometimes. Especially without those large coke-bottle glasses of his, which he just accidentally dropped out the window because he made the very stupid decision to clean his glasses while he was standing next to it. When he dropped them , he lunged, and he fell over the balcony, and that is how one Newton Pulsifer came to fall out of a window.]

[But the castle had other plans! For as his life is flashing through his eyes (oh, that's where he put that school textbook in third grade), there's a loud ripping sound, and two white wings come bursting out of his back, billowing wide behind him.]

[Unfortunately, this reaction was a few seconds too late, and decidedly rather useless in the end.]

[So, now there is now a large white-feathered heap of a person underneath one of the windows outside, swearing loudly in very colorful British terms that can be heard all around the castle, as his journal has fallen open by his side.]

What in the BLOODY HELL?!?

[Do you dare to find out what went wrong, Paradisans? Because it looks like you might have a very grumpy angel on your hands.]

[ooc: Loss start! Come and bother angelized Newt over here. :D]

Comments

[notjamesbond]

[He takes them, putting them on and blinking a few times in the hopes that the white spots will go away and he won't have to go to a doctor or something.]

[Unfortunately, the white things do not go away, and in fact turn out to be very large and feathery. He squints. No, wait, that can't be, they kind of look like...]

What. Wait, what? What are these? Somebody must be playing a prank on me, right? No way these can't be real.

[modernholmes]

So you don't normally have wings?

However you acquired them, they were real enough to save you from injury. Logically, after falling from that kind of height you should be injured or worse.

[notjamesbond]

[Newt gives Conan a look that clearly states "No, obviously, what am I, the Prime Minister of Atlantis?"]

How did you know.

[But now he's just shocked and fascinated and as he reaches out to touch them, they just move away from him, and it takes all his effort not to run around in circles like a dog chasing his own tail.]

[modernholmes]

[Conan scowls at him.]

Given some of the people around here, I prefer not to make assumptions.

[notjamesbond]

Yes, well, sometimes assumptions don't need stating.

[A pause.] So, um. I just fell out of a window, and I grew wings. Yeah. Is this a really vivid dream or something? Because it feels like one.

[modernholmes]

Do you recall any recent changes? In the last day or so?

[notjamesbond]

...

No. Because if I were growing feathers and other such things I probably would have reported it to the entire castle. It's not something I've ever went through.

[modernholmes]

It is the smallest details that are infinitely the most important.

I am asking about other things than the obvious.

[notjamesbond]

No. No new changes. Same old, same old, really.

Say, you don't think I've like...died and gone to heaven? And I'm an angel now? Can that even happen?

[modernholmes]

Doubtful. You grew wings before you hit the ground, didn't you?

[notjamesbond]

[Dryly:] I guess? I was kind of distracted by the life flashing before my eyes, I'm sorry I didn't notice.

[modernholmes]

You did. I saw you fall.

Besides if you had hit the ground with no interference your body would have been badly damaged by the impact.

[notjamesbond]

So, my new wings wee like airbags in a car?

Makes sense. I guess.

[modernholmes]

They seem to have had that effect.

[notjamesbond]

Well, thank God that it decided to kick in then, I would have been dead by now...

[A sigh.]

Though that is rather normal. Threats to my life, I mean. The Apocalypse will get you used to anything after you've been through it.