Evil sense. Weapons training. All the rest. Who has it.
And I need to find a clothespin or perfume. And take a bath. Eugh.
[ooc; Switched with
Connor. Oh, and backdated a few hours because I was trying to get a reading assignment out of the way and lost track of the time. ;-;]
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....I have your--
Why didn't you tell me the mansion smelled like mildew.
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Well no, that would have been rude.
And believe me, there are worse things for a place to smell like.
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We're doing something about this as soon as we're back to normal. You can smell like this all the time.
...what else do you have?
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Yeah- look, don't worry about it, I mean I've survived tracking things through sewers, a bit of mildew is nothing.
Um, super strength. Hearing, which I'm sure you've noticed. And the... smelling. Those are pretty much the big three.
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You shouldn't argue with me. I've broken three mugs just by grabbing them too hard. [okay, he's exaggerating, one was cuz he just dropped it]
That's not so bad... And you're all right?
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[and much like Gabe going around grabbing things too hard on accident, Connor's trying to feel his way around the new ability. not to mention he needs to bring up the back scars, now that he knows who they belong to.] Wouldn't that be switched? I mean, since we're all flip-flopped to...day... [and it dawns on him that the fuzzy warm feelings that remind him a little of home Hell he's been getting since Gabe walked in are- well. him.]
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[But he won't let that distract him from what could be a potential problem, somewhat anxiously] What is it? What's wrong--?
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[D: for a couple seconds, anyway.] You didn't tell me- [the feelings he's getting are familiar. he didn't like Hell, of course, but it's what he knows. and Gabe doesn't know it at all. Connor doesn't want to think about what it must feel like, to an angel.] You didn't tell me that's what I... [he's barely figuring the ability out, let alone prodding deeper for the tasty nougat good center] That's.. a lot. Of Evil.
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[freezes, staring at him, stock still and silent, with his mouth slightly open as though he's about to say something--but it would take more than a miracle to find coherency when faced with the very thing he never wanted to hear. That he was no better--possibly a good deal worse, by virtue of his pious bent--than the beasts he hunted.]
What? [and it's enunciated more sharply than he wants, and only half as desperate as he feels. Let anything be true but that.]
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No, that's not, you're not- [and he's standing because he sorta feels stupid sitting down while Gabe is all panicking in his pretty measured Gabe way (at least he's not being strangled)] It's not you! I'm sensing me. I mean what you'd sense of me normally- I am a demon..ish thing. Which is what you are right now. It's tripping up the Evildar- it's not you, okay?
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Oh--... [and suddenly in his martyrish way, Gabe thinks that's even worse--and moves to reassure Connor] That's not all of it. It--[doesn't want to say it's unreliable] It's fussy. Go deeper.
[because Connor thinking Gabe is a bad person is bad enough, but their discussion about what happened to Connor's dad tells Gabe Connor doesn't need any more insecurity about his own immorality - he has plenty.]
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Wh-? Deeper? [only momentarily distracted from the real issue here, squinting and trying to figure out how that works] I guess that's- oh.
[well there's something. that's... comforting really doesn't cut it. it feels like a weight has been lifted, and various other cliches. it's there. and that's good. but there's also the rest of it] You feel, [gesturing vaguely] that, all the time? But it's- how do you... you never told me. [granted, it doesn't feel bad, but Connor assumes it's because he's the one doing the sensing right now. it feels familiar, and it wouldn't, to Gabe.] Does it.. hurt? Or anything?
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[mild, involuntary smile] No, I didn't. Wouldn't have, either. [told him, that is. Oh, Gabe. Communication? What's that.]
[wrinkles brow a little, hesitantly touching Connor's shoulder] No. [awkward confession time] ...It comforts me.
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[so, so relieved. a-and it probably shows.] ... That's a little weird, big guy. [doesn't flinch away from the touch or try to shrug it off, just reaches up with the same arm to touch Gabe's forearm to hopefully convey that it's okay... he's very obviously hesitant. D:] ... We're okay? [it had been a pretty intense moment between them, after all.]
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I know. [very weird, in fact--but he's grateful for the return-touch, the reassurance, in spite of the tension] Yes. We're fine. [and since communication is important, elaborates] Don't worry about it. Nothing's changed. Like it never happened... Alright?
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