[seventeen-point-seven-five]
[It came in the early morning, or late the night before. It certainly wasn't with the regular post, lying outside with one corner tucked under the "Welcome!" doormat. The large manila envelope was unmarked, save for his first name typed in capital letters with what looked to be an old typewriter that desperately needed the ribbon changed.]
[Gabriel didn't bother with caution. He knew what would be inside. His surprise came when he found nothing, yet upon opening it he felt a familiar sensation, one that reminded him of the last envelope he'd opened. This one was different though. It buzzed in his brain, and he felt more power flood into him. Closing his eyes, he focused, and when he opened them a near perfect copy of himself was sitting beside him. It was ghostlike; he could see the couch through the figure's torso and legs.]
[Gabriel moved it's head with a gentle push of his mind. It smiled, mirroring the one on his own face. Except for the blood, dribbling over his chin, and the feeling of long, rusted nails in his temples.]
[Gabriel laughed while his ghostly self watched hollowly. It went on for a while, and didn't sound altogether sane.]
[voice]
[Laughing, oh the laughing. It's a bit 'off' (read: not quite sane).]
[filtered to eyesofargos]
Jeff, I need to meet with you. The park, noon. I've some things to discuss. And I'd like to see you again.
[Gabriel didn't bother with caution. He knew what would be inside. His surprise came when he found nothing, yet upon opening it he felt a familiar sensation, one that reminded him of the last envelope he'd opened. This one was different though. It buzzed in his brain, and he felt more power flood into him. Closing his eyes, he focused, and when he opened them a near perfect copy of himself was sitting beside him. It was ghostlike; he could see the couch through the figure's torso and legs.]
[Gabriel moved it's head with a gentle push of his mind. It smiled, mirroring the one on his own face. Except for the blood, dribbling over his chin, and the feeling of long, rusted nails in his temples.]
[Gabriel laughed while his ghostly self watched hollowly. It went on for a while, and didn't sound altogether sane.]
[voice]
[Laughing, oh the laughing. It's a bit 'off' (read: not quite sane).]
[filtered to eyesofargos]
Jeff, I need to meet with you. The park, noon. I've some things to discuss. And I'd like to see you again.