Night 52: M11-M20 Hallway

Oct 13, 2010 20:37

The mines tonight. Indy dressed quickly in his usual clothes and picked up his flashlight, machete and whip. He added his journal and a pen to one jacket pocket, so he could map the area as they went. Thinking of the minotaur from the other night, he was half-tempted to bring a ball of string, but of course he didn't have one. The journal would ( Read more... )

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affictitious October 14 2010, 03:52:09 UTC
That? That. That was exactly why he was not, by nature, a helpful person. (Well, after all those God-sanctioned angel activities. At least Mary hadn't punched him in the face.) So maybe he had been totally rubbing it in the mini-moose's face. He deserved that. It was the luxury of being an angel - you got to remind people of how much they screwed up. And hey, he'd only been talking about the recent things that involved him. If he wanted to go over every little thing the kid had screwed up on, he'd have a whole series of shitty novels (zing.)

Taking a vacation from Disneyland in the sky hadn't cut him off from his innate judging nature. It kind of amplified it, really. Besides, the pagans were all about the judging and the rubbing it in your face. He'd had to amp it up to fit in.

Either way. So much for that profound bond of mutual understanding and family issues. The kid thought just because he was stuck in a mental asylum with nothing to do that he had the edge. Oh, no, no, no. That was not the way it was going down. Again. There wasn't any holy oil this time. He wasn't going to let a human get the best of him again.

Gabriel avoided touching the swollen skin on his face, gulping the pain down like a man and not planning the just desserts lesson like a petulant child. Nope, that was totally not him. He barely noticed the absence of the coma victim - probably got killed or eaten or deflowered last night. No big loss. One less dick in the world.

The light shut off and the archangel kicked the door open in a fantastically manly move that... no one was around to see, before stomping off into the darkness.

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