NOT the tin dog.

I haven’t thought that far ahead. It can’t be too hard, seeing as half of them don’t want their powers anyways.

Suppose that would help.

I’m going to try to cure as many angels as I can.

How? By doing what?

To be fair I haven’t told anyone other then Doc.

So what happens now?

Nor have you apparently been around the internet either. Sam is literally telling people that the others are dangerous and will SMITE US ALL!!111!!!!

Not to say that the angels, like Rose the Righteous hasn’t been saying much of the same. And I come from a world that’s called literal Hell. Tell me how not typical death and pain is there.

Anyway, good luck kid. Try to stay safe and all that.

How am I supposed to know how it works in your world?

Another long drawn out sniff of the air. 

But this one didn’t smell altogether human. Interesting. Very interesting. Oh Missy, what fun have you gotten yourself into this time?

Letting her foot fall to the ground gracefully she turned to where the voice had come from, eyes wide and astonished. Must not come off too sure of yourself, Missy. Not until you’ve got a handle of the situation. Why rush what could eventually become a sinister plot? 

She’d learned a lot about patience of the last few hundred years. 

She pointed to herself, as if to ask ‘who me?!’ before nodding, unable to keep the grin off her face. (At least she managed to keep it on the normal side of manic). 

Don’t think about that. He was here now, it was no use to think about the things he couldn’t change.

His demeanor changed, from something judgmental to a far more understanding look. As she gestured to her outfit, which didn’t appear as terrible to Mickey as it seemed to to her, he let out a small chuckle. “Well, if that’s the worst that’s happened then I’d say you’re in good shape.” He was ashamed now, of how he’d thought of her initially. Was being a demon affecting him more than he’d like to admit?

The Librarian turned around when he heard and felt some books fell down on the floor. Felt because his left wing hit some books in a shelf. It wasn’t the first time, Mycroft hated those wings. He rolled his eyes and picked up the book, the wings moving automatically down to help him crouch.

Mycroft double checked the books before putting them back in the shelf, he had been doing it since he found the book about angels and demons. That book was quite interesting…and useful. He could use it to make people return in their human forms, he surely didn’t want to create beasts. Although, he didn’t know if the other angels were of the same opinion about the beasts part, that was why he hadn’t said to anyone about the book yet.

There wasn’t anything on the Internet to help him, but there must have been something in the library. He did think briefly about how dangerous this was, how much he was playing with fire, but he reasoned that it wouldn’t be very likely for him to succeed anyway, so what was the point in playing it safe? But if he did succeed in strengthening his powers, then maybe he could feel like he was worth just as or almost as much as everyone else here. As if the Doctor had trouble adjusting to his new powers.

At least this place has a bar. And people who are definitely easy on the eyes. I was starting to think that it really had nothing to recommend it.

Oh, and Jack, I know you’re there and you’ve probably claimed this place as your ‘territory’ by pissing on the nearest tree. Do everyone a favour and just stay in your basement. 

My brother can barley stand being around me. Rose can barley stand being around Doc. This place is turning us against each other. Doc isn’t for a civil war in the pocket, so he wants to turn them human again. Bloodshed or no bloodshed, I personally could care less either way it plays out.

Why am I always the last to know everything?

... Hang on, since when are we trying to steal their grace? And why?

I dunno, I guess it depends on how you look at it. Some people might not agree.