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What: Gabriel does not do social. Even when showing up in a new world.
Where: The Valhalla Inn
When: Saturday the 17th
Notes: N/A
Warnings: Zombie gore and his attitude in general.
Try fitting a skeleton horse though an inn door. It's not exactly easy, no matter how skinny the damn thing is, or how calm and without its own will it seems. It had taken Gabriel a while to get Styx out of the room he had arrived in, and then even longer to haul the undead horse out into the courtyard of the inn. When he'd finally managed, all he'd seen were wheeled things that looked similar to the goblin tricycles... but it would have to do. Taking the somewhat rotted reins from over the horse's bony neck, he had simply tied the undead critter to the bike rack. Few people would be stupid enough to steal an undead horse... and Styx wasn't really comfortable for whiny little humans with soft asses.
With that issue out of the way, Gabriel had quickly sunken into the shadows. Until he figured out more about this place, that was where he would plan to stay. The elf that had let him out of the room was used to his kind, but that did not mean that the rest of the place was - it wouldn't make sense. In fact, most of the things he'd read about didn't make much sense. Suspicious and a bit paranoid in general, the Forsaken rogue had disappeared from sight, exploring the nearest surroundings and stalking the CiD for clues.
When Saturday rolled around, he still did not have any answers, and he was back at the inn. Still shifted into invisibility, Gabriel had made a corner for himself near the bike racks, stuffing paper and notes into his armor or in Styx's saddle bags. Not known for giving up, he was determined to figure things out. Sooner or later, this would mean that he had to actually seek out other people than Alexia... and he was not looking forward to it.
forourqueen and YOUWhat: Gabriel does not do social. Even when showing up in a new world.
Where: The Valhalla Inn
When: Saturday the 17th
Notes: N/A
Warnings: Zombie gore and his attitude in general.
Try fitting a skeleton horse though an inn door. It's not exactly easy, no matter how skinny the damn thing is, or how calm and without its own will it seems. It had taken Gabriel a while to get Styx out of the room he had arrived in, and then even longer to haul the undead horse out into the courtyard of the inn. When he'd finally managed, all he'd seen were wheeled things that looked similar to the goblin tricycles... but it would have to do. Taking the somewhat rotted reins from over the horse's bony neck, he had simply tied the undead critter to the bike rack. Few people would be stupid enough to steal an undead horse... and Styx wasn't really comfortable for whiny little humans with soft asses.
With that issue out of the way, Gabriel had quickly sunken into the shadows. Until he figured out more about this place, that was where he would plan to stay. The elf that had let him out of the room was used to his kind, but that did not mean that the rest of the place was - it wouldn't make sense. In fact, most of the things he'd read about didn't make much sense. Suspicious and a bit paranoid in general, the Forsaken rogue had disappeared from sight, exploring the nearest surroundings and stalking the CiD for clues.
When Saturday rolled around, he still did not have any answers, and he was back at the inn. Still shifted into invisibility, Gabriel had made a corner for himself near the bike racks, stuffing paper and notes into his armor or in Styx's saddle bags. Not known for giving up, he was determined to figure things out. Sooner or later, this would mean that he had to actually seek out other people than Alexia... and he was not looking forward to it.
argh no interwebs. damn you snow
The skeletal horse tied to the bike rack at the courtyard swivels a rotted ear towards the newcomer and then turns its head. Like its master, Styx wasn't too fond of humans, but it didn't move from the spot or make a sound.
Behind the bike rack, Gabriel was still keeping invisible, studying the man. He seemed unusually carefree, eating something and strolling out of the inn. It made the zombie furrow his brow in slight annoyance. This idiot was the first best thing he'd get his hands on? He didn't seem like he'd know anything.
Still, he was human. That seething hatred inside was hard to ignore.
/melts snow with amazing flamethrower
As soon as Shawn spotted the undead horse, he stopped. Next, there was a very ungraceful moment which included a high-pitched yelp and an almost impressive leap all the way back against the inn wall. The undeserved popsicle dropped from his hands and he would feel very strongly about this later. But for now he stared, wide-eyed, because there were details in dreams and there were details details. Like sinews. And... other things that should be covered by skin or pretty, fluffy fur.
After the first shock wore off he still stayed close to the wall, but his brow started furrowing slowly. "Okay, that is disgusting!" he announced loudly - and a little breathlessly - to himself.
Which he probably wouldn't have, had he been aware of the owner lurking nearby. You found real hero material here, Gabriel.
yay!
Indeed, the Forsaken uses the moment to move closer to Shawn, a bit disgusted. What a frightened little human. He'd seen farmers back home in Azeroth with more balls than this poor little bastard. He has half a mind just to put the human out of his misery.
But he needed some answers - and if this man didn't soil himself first, he was getting them. Drawing one of his daggers, he pokes the cold steel into Shawn's side to catch his attention. At the same time, his invisibility fails and he appears from the shadows in all his zombie glory.
"Shut your mouth, maggot." He hisses, and there's a whiff of open grave as soon as he opens his mouth. Enjoy, Shawn.
\o/
Shawn holds up his hands to shield his face. A moment later he realizes that the dagger is actually not aimed there, so one of them goes down to his midsection, still outstretched in the universal sign of don't hurt me, I give up, this is really not neccessary.
His eyes sweep up and down Gabriel's person rapidly. There is panic and confusion in his look and for a moment he just keeps staring -- but then a subtle change takes place in his eyes, as if gears started grinding somewhere underneath it all, as he tries to assess the situation and think. And with that, there comes the talking.
"See, I apologize. I know, you went on all about the shutting up part but I have this rare condition where I just misunderstand what people tell me for the exact opposite. Funny how that goes. It's a compulsion, really. Can you imagine how awkward that could have turned out? Let's just think about this for a moment and be glad that you did not tell me to pull up my pants."
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Gabriel just stares at Shawn, slightly stunned by this man's idiocy. Gritting his teeth, the zombie pushes the dagger closer, possibly even breaking skin if Shawn breathed too deeply. Of all the people he could have chosen, he picked the village idiot? He was slipping up, and that wasn't a good thing.
"Shut up. Are you that eager to die?" He twists the dagger a little bit, just to show how serious he is. "You will tell me everything you know about this place, and you will do so at once. If your next words are not 'yes', you will die."
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Shawn stills, smart enought to exhale softly instead of drawing in a breath. For a moment it looks as if he's considering, as if he wants to risk it. It's a smartass automatism that's really hard to fight.
On the other hand, Shawn really, really likes to be alive. There is, of course, the possibility that dying here will end this bizarre dream and he will be back in his own world with his own problems. There is, however, also the option that if he dies here - he dies in the real world. Maybe this is just a projection of how his body is fighting the injury.
Either way, he goes visibly quiet. "... Yes."
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You have pleased the zombie. This is a very, very good thing for your continued existence, Shawn. The dagger eases a bit so the human can breathe, but it is still close enough to swiftly spill the man's guts out on the courtyard ground if needed.
"Now speak. Tell me everything." Gabriel's breath was still like a mix of rot and embalming fluid, and the hand on the dagger was tipped with bones rather than fingertips. Dreams are not supposed to be this real, Mr.Psychic. Nor are they supposed to hurt.
"I want to know what the meaning of this blasted place is. I have more important work to do than being trapped in some damned alternate time pocket."
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The word know dies on his lips because wait, does he really want an angry undead guy who points a dagger at him to learn that Shawn has actually no clue whatsoever?
"Okay. Uh. Okay." Shawn runs the back of his hand over his nose and mouth, sniffing nervously. He still keeps breathing to a minimum, because a deep breath might trigger a gag reflex and he doubts that would be perceived well. "The city chose you and... teleported you here. And when I say city, I obviously mean someone in the city, probably someone who runs this place and the whoe magical... teleportation organization. Which they abbreviated to MTO. Might have abbreviated to MTO. I... really don't know about that one. I just want to take the opportunity and point out that it wasn't me and that I, too, had a few appointments in my own world that I would have liked to keep."
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Magic teleportation. That made perfect sense to Gabriel. It was frequently used in his world - in fact,. it was common for mages to make a few extra gold by selling their portals to people who needed to get somewhere quickly. But why would anyone chose him?
...or more likely, who would anyone choose this babbling idiot?
"Who are you?"
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"My name is Shawn. Spencer." His mouth feels a bit dry. He could really use that popsicle right now.
"I'm a psychic. Which, by the way, means my brain is indigestible. It is actually more of a cloud. A raincloud. Thick and heavy and disliked by creatures all throughout the universes. Upon biting lightning may strike you."
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"I am not an idiot, Shawn. Cut the act out, or I'll start cutting out organs. I'm sure you can spare a spleen and a kidney." A sinister grin grew on Gabriel's face as he says those words, and even more so when adding: "Those are better food than brains."
Why was he even bothering to continue this conversation? The man was obviously slow, or at least dropped on the head too many times.
lmao this is the best thread
"Actually, I can't. While I'd be happy to help out, I'm already missing one because I donated the other to charity. Saved the life of an unfortunate Labradoodle who would look at you with the saddest eyes."
Right. Organs.
"Look, man, here's the thing - just in case that wasn't obvious - I really don't want you to eat me. Is there room for negotiation here? I'm sure a dude in a loose shirt and a dude in... loose skin... parts can work out a compromise for sure..."
fffff true
"Listen, you worthless idiot. You will look at the horse over there. See it? Keep looking at it, and I'll disappear. But know that if you mention this to anyone, I will find you. I will hurt you. I will kill everyone close to you and shove their remains down your screaming throat. Do I make myself clear?"
He presses the dagger up a bit, poking it hard in the man's ribs. "If your next words are not 'yes, I swear', you die."
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There is a flaw in your plan, see, in order for you to do so there would have to be someone close to me first.
The word thing is kind of repetitive. Effective, but repetitive.
This would make a horrible Old Spice ripoff.
But luckily for him another part of his brain settles with don't be stupid.
Shawn clenches his teeth, fixing his eyes on the horse. Wishing he could have chosen some other random thing to stare at, because he could really do without the gory details here. Or all the other creepy, life-threatening things happening to him. He would actually prefer a gunman chasing him through the woods right about now.
"Yes, okay, yes. I swear."
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Leaving an enemy alive just went against his instincts. If he was back home, he would have at least used a mind-numbing poison to drug and confuse the man to the point where he didn't even remember what happened.
Not an option here.
It bothered him more than he wanted to admit.
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The horse is still there. Which is a problem, because it means that its owner is probably sticking around as well. What's even more disturbing, Shawn is convinced that this means zombie guy has a room at the Inn. Or at least somewhere nearby.
He shuffles back to the door carefully, his eyes roaming his surroundings.
"Note to self - get a new place ASAP," he mutters to himself. "Preferably a bunker."