son of a gun

@Thoth

It was just a routine patrol, they'd said. It'd be fun, they'd said.

But what, really, was fun about wading among a sea of blackened souls? Some of them made Angelo's look goddamn white by comparison, something he was still trying to get over in his mind. The man had murdered, multiple people by the looks of it and yet his soul was just a deep grey. His powers were probably a bit out of use but come on now...

And, of course, he hadn't been expecting to be fucking chased through the alleys, or else he would've worn more equipped shoes.

Some crazed idiot had decided they'd taken a dislike towards casually strolling police officers. This idiot also had a gun or two, and a bone to pick, and really liked the thrill of the chase and... augh. Fucking fun, they said.

"Angelo!?" Aaaaand he'd lost sight of him.

@Thoth

Oh please, if he lost Angelo already--

"Shit!" He practically tripped into him when he scrambled around the corner, the blond seeming to have appeared out of nowhere. Or maybe he did. He seriously had no clue; neither of them had used the extent of their powers yet up until this point. Their cases had, so far, been relatively tame.

"I'd gladly give you three, but do you think he would--" He didn't get to finish off his sentence before, glancing over his shoulder, he saw the man take aim.

At that point, there was obviously very little time to come up with a game plan. There wasn't quite enough time to turn and shoot back, they were running down a narrow alley with nothing to duck behind, there were no turns for a few more meters at least...

There was very little choice for defense at this point. This was sooner than he would've liked.

The sound of ripping skin or fabric or both filled his ears for a moment; there was most definitely a sharp pain in his back that quickly subsided, but he immediately noticed what was left of his wings were too wide for the narrow alley. All the better, he supposed.

There were five of them; once upon a time he'd had six wings, but one had been ripped clean off during his descent from heaven. The five that remained, though still obviously feathered and white, were rather tattered looking. Tybalt rarely had them out unless there were emergencies, and he figured this could count as one.

His wings pressed against the brick on both sides of him, essentially blocking off their side of the alley. There was the distinct scraping sound as a bullet hit his wing and bounced off, similar to the sound of a projectile hitting a sheet of metal. "Make it goddamn quick, Angelo."

@Thoth

Tybalt didn't have an issue with his wings. At least, not any serious issue other than the fact that they reminded him of his former glory. Okay, so maybe some problem with his wings. He wanted them whole again, but it would be a long time until then. They no longer hurt him, and the one missing wing was no longer sore at the stump that was left. He just didn't want to go strutting around with them out.

This, however, was a considerable exception.

He turned, keeping his wings tucked close to his body just in time to see Angelo kick the gun away. The man had been subdued, but he didn't know for how long. You don't mess with crazy, after all, so he was quick to call for some backup and perhaps the ability to stuff him in the back of a car to be taken in.

He got his cuffs out, sauntered over as if it were no big deal and slapped them all without a hesitation.

@Thoth

It was natural for his wings to assume their positions when he wasn't paying attention to them; two huddled like a crown over his head, another two over or off to the sides of his chest and another two wrapped around his legs. Well, there were two, anyways. The lowest right wing was the one that had been torn off.

The two middle ones wrapped around his arms and chest as he leaned down to cuff the man, a scowl planted firmly on his face. He'd been shot at and it pissed him off, even though his wings shrugged the bullets off like raindrops.

"Oh, shut up." He growled, finally finishing up and taking a small step back, hands on his hips. His wings continued to twitch and flutter around him as if they had minds of their own. "We got the guy, reinforcements are coming. Nothing to be worried about."

@Thoth

Thankfully, everything else went exactly like script. They booked the guy, backup came, they stuffed him into the back of the car... When it came down to paperwork, Tybalt filled it out with barely a blink. He was oh so used to this, and the fact that he'd done this multiple times before helped. Of course, Angelo didn't seem entirely new to this either. Good, so he wouldn't have to drag him along, then.

Tybalt's locker was just a few down from Angelo's, and he barely glanced up from digging through when his voice made his way across the cold room.

"Does it, really?" Well, perhaps it did. It was more or less a nonfactor for him now, and he pulled out an extra shirt so he could take the ruined one off and pull it over his head. His back looked ridiculously terrible, even after pulling his wings back in.