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Who:

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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.

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"I don't..."

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."

Clever, Shawn. Quite clever indeed. But what's worse, telling the angry undead guy that you just do not know, or actually pulling shit out of your ass to confuse him?

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?"

A good question. That very well depends on whether he can confuse long enough to get out of this situation and watch Gabriel's rage unfold via CiD from a very secret, very undisclosed location.

"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."

Psychic. That didn't quite click right with Gabriel, and while he might have been interested in knowing more, the idiotic human was going on some kind of nonsense-tirade again. If he wasn't so used to dealing with maggot-brains at home, Shawn might give the undead guy a headache.

"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.

Shawn made a short, squealy noise in the back of his throat and quickly shook his head.

"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..."

This was stupid. No, this was stupid in a way that made Gabriel wonder how the hell he got into this kind of situation. He should just kill the man and be done with it, but this was a very populated area and he was already pushing for time as it was. Having to clean up a body and blood would take too long.

"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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A million things come to Shawn's mind in split seconds.

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."

As soon as Shawn's focus was on Styx, Gabriel removed the dagger and sank into the shadows again, disappearing from view. Backing away, he made his way over to the corner of the courtyard and silently watches Shawn's reaction. This was really risky, and he knew it.

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.

As soon as he is alone he falls back against the Inn wall for support. Shawn takes a look around and exhales audibly, puffing his cheeks in relief. His legs feel a little weak but after a moment he manages to pull himself together and push away from the wall again.

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."

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