Anna was taking a walk and trying to get her mind off of going to the book store to read about her future. Castiel's bluntness about Sam and Dean was troubling to her and she wasn't sure how to deal with it. Did Dean know?
That's when she spotted someone on the ground. She changed course and walked towards the man, which turned into a sprint when she saw the outline of wings on the ground.
She felt her chest tighten as she neared and her heart race. Was he dead? Who was it? That's when she noticed his breathing.
"You're alive." Anna was completely surprised by the fact. Her eyes were wide as she hovered indecisively around the Angel.
"No. You should be dead. At least that's what it looks like." Anna wished she had some water on her, but she never really went for walks prepared. She didn't even have gum on her.
She crouched down, one knee on the ground. "Take it easy."
Gabriel was too disoriented to focus on Anna. He would have recognized her if he were less concerned about the pain. He felt for the wound at his stomach, lifting up his shirt. There was a wound, but it looked old and healed. Confused, his hand searched beside him, and he found it. The fingers clutched the Archangel's blade like a life line.
"W-Where am I?" he managed after a few more coughs.
Loki studied the figure on the ground with his hand to his chin. "It's been a while since I saw something like this." Back when men still wore horned helmets and the sea was flat, but Loki didn't like dating himself.
(ooc: I dunno if Loki would be aware that Gabriel pretended to be him (I read your ooc thingie) but I'd think Loki would know of Gabriel as Loki's familiar with Catholic monotheism. I figure, though, that in Loki's current state, he would only be able to sense 'angel' vaguely (definitely not Archangel) and wouldn't be able to tell who it is (partly because Loki probably never really 'socialized' with a lot of the Abrihamic faiths). Is that okay? If not, I can edit my post no worries! Also, Gabriel would
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It's been a while since I arrived and it was blood surrounding me--the blood from my clothing. This man has a burnt pattern that looks disturbingly like wings. My mouth is very dry as I step forward, speaking before I get too close.
"My name is Faramir, may I help you?" I'm not sure if I can.
If two upon arrival is enough, I can delete this. Since Faramir arrived back from the dead (other game) in the park, this is too surreal for him to pass up. If Gabriel wants to recognize his name, that's fine. Not sure how bad off you're playing him. I do watch Supernatural.
Gabriel groaned and peered up at the man, with a frown on his face.
"Help me? Naaahh.... I'm just peachy."
Sarcamn, probably not the best option. But he just got run through with his own sword by his brother. That would make anyone peeved. He felt around next to him and clutched said sword, slightly comforted by its presence. And that it was no longer stuck in his belly. That was nice.
"I don't mean to be rude or sound more foolish than I am, but you don't look it. I'm simply not certain what I could do to help." He has a sword now and I don't want to come too close.
"I could help you stand if you need it." I'm not exactly sure how to say it. "Are you injured? You might have been before, and it seems likely you were. But are you still? You might be healed."
I look sheepish.
"I can explain that. But if you are injured it's best to get you to the clinic as soon as possible."
"I should be dead." Gabriel muttered, "Got run through with this." he held up the sword. Only... his hand trailed his shirt, there was a hole, but underneath the shirt only a vicious scar.
Gabriel coughed, "Yeah... help up would be great, thanks."
O'Leary spotted the man and quickly made a few decisions.
This was not something he could help with. He would walk by. And if he saw someone coming the other way he'd let them know so they could help him.
But the sight was both disturbing and bizarre to him and so he craned his neck as he walked, so he could keep an eye on the figure on the ground.
He popped behind a tree.
....He shouldn't be nosy. He could almost hear the detectives now.
Curiosity killed the cat, he always said, so why wasn't he listening to his own advice now?
Good question, detectives, he agreed, not bothering to be upset that they had returned because it was very sound advice, indeed.
"Are you dead?" he asked, then popped back behind the tree again.
It wasn't as if he didn't care about the man, it was more that he cared about himself and who knew what happened to him or if it was contagious or if the killer was around here somewhere.
"No. I'm not alright." Gabriel grumbled, aching everywhere he struggled but eventually sat up and looked at the scorched wings in the grass, "Does that look alright to you?"
He was powerless. And somewhere he did know. He hated feeling so helpless.
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That's when she spotted someone on the ground. She changed course and walked towards the man, which turned into a sprint when she saw the outline of wings on the ground.
She felt her chest tighten as she neared and her heart race. Was he dead? Who was it? That's when she noticed his breathing.
"You're alive." Anna was completely surprised by the fact. Her eyes were wide as she hovered indecisively around the Angel.
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She crouched down, one knee on the ground. "Take it easy."
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"W-Where am I?" he managed after a few more coughs.
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It was Ecchan, also, who seemed to notice the figure on the ground first. Ecchan floated over in the man's direction.
Punyann?
Loki looked over at Ecchan. "The things you find."
Ecchan smiled as if proud. Punyan!
Loki studied the figure on the ground with his hand to his chin. "It's been a while since I saw something like this." Back when men still wore horned helmets and the sea was flat, but Loki didn't like dating himself.
(ooc: I dunno if Loki would be aware that Gabriel pretended to be him (I read your ooc thingie) but I'd think Loki would know of Gabriel as Loki's familiar with Catholic monotheism. I figure, though, that in Loki's current state, he would only be able to sense 'angel' vaguely (definitely not Archangel) and wouldn't be able to tell who it is (partly because Loki probably never really 'socialized' with a lot of the Abrihamic faiths). Is that okay? If not, I can edit my post no worries! Also, Gabriel would ( ... )
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He groaned and tried to move, but it hurt to much, so he just stayed where he was. Gabriel turned his head to inspect the kid, "W-Where am I?"
[[ooc:all sounds good to me! :D ]]
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Loki crouched, his arms resting on his knees as he peered at the man. "You're a long way from home."
So was he.
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Gabriel rubbed his forehead with the hand that wasn't holding his blade, "I've been a long way from home for a long time. Liked it better that way..."
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"My name is Faramir, may I help you?" I'm not sure if I can.
If two upon arrival is enough, I can delete this. Since Faramir arrived back from the dead (other game) in the park, this is too surreal for him to pass up. If Gabriel wants to recognize his name, that's fine. Not sure how bad off you're playing him. I do watch Supernatural.
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"Help me? Naaahh.... I'm just peachy."
Sarcamn, probably not the best option. But he just got run through with his own sword by his brother. That would make anyone peeved. He felt around next to him and clutched said sword, slightly comforted by its presence. And that it was no longer stuck in his belly. That was nice.
[[ooc: another is totally fine with me :D ]]
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"I could help you stand if you need it." I'm not exactly sure how to say it. "Are you injured? You might have been before, and it seems likely you were. But are you still? You might be healed."
I look sheepish.
"I can explain that. But if you are injured it's best to get you to the clinic as soon as possible."
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Gabriel coughed, "Yeah... help up would be great, thanks."
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This was not something he could help with. He would walk by. And if he saw someone coming the other way he'd let them know so they could help him.
But the sight was both disturbing and bizarre to him and so he craned his neck as he walked, so he could keep an eye on the figure on the ground.
He popped behind a tree.
....He shouldn't be nosy. He could almost hear the detectives now.
Curiosity killed the cat, he always said, so why wasn't he listening to his own advice now?
Good question, detectives, he agreed, not bothering to be upset that they had returned because it was very sound advice, indeed.
"Are you dead?" he asked, then popped back behind the tree again.
It wasn't as if he didn't care about the man, it was more that he cared about himself and who knew what happened to him or if it was contagious or if the killer was around here somewhere.
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He pressed a hand to his stomach, to find the wound only a scar now. His blade lay at his side.
"I should be."
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Should that mean he could approach? Yes. With caution. So he did.
You never knew with a fella like that what was up his sleeve. There could be a killer on the loose. He had to be alert.
That was true, too.
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He was powerless. And somewhere he did know. He hated feeling so helpless.
"Who're you? Where am I?"
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