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[primordialerebus]

Did anyone see what the fuck happened to the church????

[ Attached is a photo of the main area looking like a tornado went through it. Pews are scattered everywhere: some shattered against the wall, others look like they got attacked by a large cutting instrument or something. Even the walls and floors didn't leave the incident unscatched, with quite a few new cracks and gouges decorating them. Indeed, the only thing that can be called untouched is the alter of candles up front. ]

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[lunchbreaks]

Monster hunting? No, no, you do that.

[ Aziraphale hands Crowley the tire iron but faces Coraline as if to say, pay this man no attention. Please. ]

--The spirit, dear girl. Have you been able to speak to the spirit? Can I see him?

[worthallthis]

[The Soldier puts its gun up, or at least points it at the sky, finger off the trigger, and looks sidelong at Nightshade. It didn't mean to scare anyone (more). It's just kind of... like that. It says, voice low and a little rough,]

I'm here for backup. You all do what you need to.

[sauntered_downward]

Oh, come on, the spirit is fine. We have to find who did this! It could be coming after the town next. It could still be here, angel, we can't just hang around!

[primordialerebus]

[ She looks between the 3 of them, slightly overwhelmed at this turn of events, though the big stran--... Soldat?'s reassurance did help relax her a bit. Crowley's next words promptly undo that slight bit of soothing. ]

The only people who spoke with it died so like I don't know. Oh god.

[ She stretches out her senses again, still getting nothing except those with her and the new insect sized forest spirits out and about. ]

I'm still not getting anything.

[lunchbreaks]

Getting anything? Are you a reader of auras?

[ He starts digging through the rubble, paying absolutely no attention to the fact that she'd just said that everyone who talked to it just died... ]

[worthallthis]

[The Soldier looks between Crowley and Aziraphale, huffs a tiny little sigh, and heads over to help roll some of the rubble away from whatever Aziraphale is digging for. Metal arms are useful that way. So's super-strength. The gun stays ready, just in case, but the place doesn't look like there is any actual trouble left.

And the mess doesn't look like it was made by a "monster", anyway.]

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley is not having any of this]

Is anyone listening to her? She says everyone who talked to the spirit is dead! And the monster who did this to the church is probably still around! We shouldn't be standing here picking through what's happened, we should be--

[He gestures emphatically in the opposite direction]

[primordialerebus]

Uh... not really...

[ She stands paralyzed between Aziraphale and Crowley, not sure exactly who to help out. Though she does feel the need to assuage at least some of his worry. ]

Uh the whole talking to the spirit and dying thing isn’t like… connected. I think… pretty sure. And nothing’s close by like. Right now?