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Who: Gabriel & Random Meetings
What: Rogues do what rogues do best. Stalk people.
Where: Valhalla Inn -> Mafaton -> Who knows?
When: Sukkardi the 14th, Ruudary
Warnings: Some zombie gore.

Gabriel had never really expected anything else from this place, so the outrage from the violent scenes shown in the CiDs didn't bother him. Humans were evil, xenophobic assholes. Nothing new there. It just proved that this place was no different from Azeroth, and you could never be safe if you were a little bit different. (Then again, where was the fun in that?) If they acted this way towards the 'xenians', how would they treat the undead?

The fact that he could move almost anywhere unseen was a plus for someone that could be mistaken for someone far too interested in brains (not that he didn't mind a bite or two) but it made things a bit difficult when it came to moving Styx away from Valhalla. He needed to get away from that place and the multitude of confused newcomers, but the skeletal horse wasn't exactly easy to hide.... and it lacked Gabriel's stealthing skills. What kind of place would take such an animal, and how could he find out if he could not speak to people?

So what do you do about something like that? Beat up a guy, steal his clothes and hide yourself, of course! A hoodie was a bit odd for someone used to leather armor, but it covered up his rotted face quite well, especially combined with a scarf. Adding gloves and a baggy pair of pants, he looked fairly incognito. Enough to go out on the streets without hiding in the shadow, invisible for the naked eye... and hopefully he could meet people to wring out information from.

Even if they needed a sharp incentive.

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It's probably for the best that Gabriel doesn't attempt to eat Shrieky. Even at the best of times he was fairly annoying, but this was nothing compared to the volume and pitch that his voice could achieve when under serious stress.

The comment about needing a meal doesn't immediately strike Shrieky as particularly threatening, because really, who doesn't need to eat at some point? It doesn't seem unreasonable to him that food would be important to restoring damaged tissue, and he doesn't have any specific reason to assume that what this particular creature survives off is the flesh of the living.

"A meal? I could buy you something to eat, if that would help?" Even as he says this though, a problem is occurring to him, "but won't it... won't food just fall out of your cheeks when you try to chew it?"

His words make Gabriel laugh, and it's a rather dark and mad cackle that escapes from the rotting man. Grinning widely, he shakes his head at the poor, delusional kid. Whatever this boy was, he sure seemed like a naive fool in the rogues non-existent eyes.

"Oh, you poor, confused living creature." He steps closer, baring all of those green-tinted teeth surrounded by dry, ripped flesh. "Nothing you could buy would satisfy someone like me."

He glances down at Shrieky's midsection. "A few pounds of your guts, however..."

As the walking corpse steps forward, Shrieky retreats a step automatically. He's not afraid exactly? He's just wary of being advanced on, and the tone of the laugh he just heard isn't exactly soothing.

His eyes widen when Gabriel mentions his guts, and without thinking, his hand drops down to cover his abdomen, as if doing so would protect the contents from harm, "If that's the help that you want from me then I rescind my offer!"

His voice has crept up in pitch and volume once more, and now the little old lady behind the counter is watching them closely, waiting to see if there's trouble to come from this.