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[peter_willow]

Who: Gabriel, Peter, Raw
When: January 13th, 10 am
Where: Garden
What: Castle tour, sneaky viewers.

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[grey_gabriel]

Things could not have fallen any more easily into his lap. Not only had Peter given him a more thorough tour than he could have asked for--as they nearly visited every single public room--but he had a map as well. He had shared it with Gabe many times, to ask for help in directing their path. Seeing the castle's layout on paper helped him tremendously to plan how things would go for the stake out, just as seeing them personally had made him more confident in his ability to carry out the fast approaching evening

[madeofrawesome]

Raw as meditating from his hiding place in the garden, preparing himself for what they had all planned. Deception left a bitter taste in his mouth, and he hated it, but it was necessary. So despite how he felt about lying to another, he would do what he was needed to do. To protect the others.

Feeling the unique fuzzy curling emotions of Peter approaching, made the Viewer's senses pick up and stretch out. He could only feel the Cub approaching, that was...odd. He doubted that the halfling would have forgotten about the plan they had come up with, and the possibilities of other outcomes made the Animal's hackles rise.

Even as the Cub appeared in visual distance, Raw could not get even the slightest read on his companion. He could see, hear and smell the man. But he could not sense him.

Cain would not be pleased.

[peter_willow]

"It certainly is," Peter agreed. He tried to locate Raw, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, seemingly of the heavenly fauna around them. There was a vague sense of him nearby. Peter opened his eyes. "Some of the plant species here are so," he couldn't quite think of a proper word, and shrugged. "Well, 'exotic' would be too much of an understatement. As would 'beautiful'. There's even some that blossom only at night."

He wondered if Raw had his scanning done, or more disturbingly, if Gabriel was blank to him. For Peter, not sensing someone immediately was understandable-he was so very new, after all, and a halfling-but for Raw? In a comic book fashion, he wondered if the two Viewers' abilities combined might accomplish what one failed. But he hadn't the faintest idea if it were even possible.

[grey_gabriel]

Peter seemed to appreciate the gardens as much, if not more, than the tiles he was so often drawn to. Such observations were a definite change of pace for Gabriel, whom hardly ever took note of the small details unless they somehow influenced his sucess. But here, the gardens were of little use to him except serving to give the tour a stopping point and prove Peter was a dreamer to the core. It was a welcome difference though, he rarely gave himself the chance to enjoy the world around him

[madeofrawesome]

Growling silently as he tried again to get a read on the stranger, Raw however did feel something he hadn't been expecting. Bahst. He could sense the striped swirl of her emotions and thoughts, even through her shields.

He turned, his eyes immediately going to her, reaching out and lying a hand on her arm as she passed. 'Stay quiet, the stranger is in the garden.' Feelings of frustration flowed through the connection. 'I cannot read him, my sense slide off him like water off of glass.'

[viewer_bahst]

Well she had been expecting to not be able to sneak up on him and when he grabbed her arm she confirmed her own suspicions, that would be far down the line if ever. Her eyes turned towards the person he was speaking of and her head tilted to the side as she looked between the cub and this stranger, one she'd heard to be named as Gabe.

Raws frustrations only seemed to help her in her ability to sense and after a moment she was relaying information to him, 'He thinks of Peter. He is amused at the cub. Something darker within him. Deep beneath the surface, I cannot reach it.'

[peter_willow]

Peter kneeled beside Gabriel, sitting comfortably in the grass. He'd done it plenty of other times; the grass stains certainly weren't a bother. He contemplated the many plants, most of which he had yet to find in his many books. "A favorite? No, not yet. Too soon to say. In the little time I've been here, I've yet to explore even a third of this garden, much less the rest of the O.Z

[grey_gabriel]

"I just figured since you liked this place so much, you would have it memorized by now." Gabriel was speaking only in half seriousness, the light in his eyes fading into confusion as he watched Peter take a seat on the ground. His eyes rested on the top of young man's head, his brow furrowed. "You know... I did see some benches not too far away." He lifted a brow and then made a noise of irritation. While Peter was good looking, the top of his head was near the bottom of his best features, so he was forced to walk around and face him. He stood there for a moment, defiantly, choosing not to sit on the hard surface--Peter would stand first

[madeofrawesome]

Bahst's abilities were already shifting into a power she was able to curl her fingers around, embrace for her purpose. Raw himself hadn't seen a pair of Viewers able to feed into eachother's powers, although he'd heard tell of it in old legends. Of the time before the female Viewers were no longer trained. Hundreds of annuals past.

He had been told many times that he was extremely powerful for their kind, and who knew what she was capable of. Let alone the two of them working in tandem, bouncing off of eachother.

Unease kept its grip on his mind, squeezing down hard when she spoke of darkness within the stranger. And this fixed attention he had on the Cub was worrying. Very worrying.

[viewer_bahst]

She went silent for a minute more as the pair took seats in the grass and she almost smiled at the next wave she picked up on. "Irritated at the cub," Though he was sure to be able to pick up on that himself after all Gabe was broadcasting it like the sun shone.

"His shields are of the strongest I have ever met. He can hold his feelings deep inside without letting them crack. Dangerous if his intentions are to do harm."

[peter_willow]

Peter rolled his eyes. "Yes I know grass-picking occurs here too. You're missing the point. Just… theres a way to whistle with the grass. …Right, okay, let me see if I remember how to do this." He held the grass between his index fingers, brought to his lips, and tried blowing on it.Nothing happened. He frowned, rather annoyed at this failure. Just figures that would happen.

His face lit up suddenly. "Well no wonder; I'm doing it wrong." He moved the grass to between his thumbs, his hands in a prayer position. He tried the whistle again. A high-pitched squeal ensued. Before it finished, he was already cringing. "Oh man, I'd forgotten how…bad that sound is. Its like nails on a chalkboard. Or a dolphin, if you have those here."