Who: everyone~
When: October 28th and 29th, 3 pm until 7:30 am each day
Where:
Haunted House in Sector 4Summary: A neutral group sets up a fun haunted house that goes terribly awry on the second day!
Warnings: Probably gore/violence in the second night's thread. Please let a mod know if there's anything specific to warn for.
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wouldn't you like to see something strange? )
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Maybe she just wanted to see what would happen if she tried this.
Walking in now, she wondered if her usual somewhat cynical self would be even moreso at this stuff.
Well, who knew?
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While the place, itself, might not be as scary as advertised, things that are creepy as hell are the fact that, well... Angels have no concept of personal space. And tend to just appear places.
So where there wasn't anyone behind Rochelle, there was now 5'7 worth of archangel, looking moderately bored by the whole thing. "Yep. Definitely seen better."
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Rochelle jumped and looked over her shoulder. Not like this place was worth getting jumpy over, but when some guy is just suddenly BEHIND you... yeah. Her newly found reflexes from fighting truck-sized zombies made of muscle back home hadn't help either.
"Sweet lincoln's mullet..." She murmured as she put a hand over her chest and let a breath out. Regardless of that unusual euphemism, she cocked an eyebrow in that direction. "This place is definately not worth getting jumpy over, but you scared the crap out of me."
She recognized his voice, too... "Gabriel, right?"
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He waved his hand in a vaguely flamboyant bow. "Guilty as charged. Toldja I'd stop by. So far, so psychopaths, but, uh... Night's still young."
Spoken like someone who happened to have already traversed much of this place... Which he had. He kinda avoided the pulse-check, because he had an unfair disadvantage- that whole metabolism thing did a number on his vessel's heart rate, the damned thing.
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"So you did." She smirked. "Fake psychopaths or real ones?"
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"How's that grain of salt now?" Yes, yes, he's very impressive. Arrogance, thy name is Gabriel.
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"It's... doin'?" SHE NOTICES.
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Some guy in a mask, wielding an aforementioned plastic knife covered in corn syrup apparently decided to speed some things up around here and burst out of a nearby door with a laugh that was... Supposed to be maniacal and really just sounded cheap.
Gabriel rolled his eyes, caught the guy by his knife wrist and twisted him down, which was impressive, considering the guy had about half a foot on Gabriel. "D'you mind? The adults are having a conversation." He gave a little wave and then waved a hand in the poor bastard's face, causing him to vanish... He'd be fine. There'd just be... One masked idiot out on the street, probably pissing himself.
Gabriel jerked his thumb in the direction where the guy had been. "I didn't plan that, by the way, but I'll give the guy one thing. His timing's great."
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Okay, Rochelle might have understood him wrong, there. Also didn't noticed the teleporting, just assumed he was very quiet. Or something.
... Aaaaaaaaaaaand then the guy wih the knife showed up and that happened, and Rochelle just blinked and stared.
"... Okay, whoa."
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He caught onto the confusion and sort of looked halfway puzzled for a moment and just exhaled. Right. Let's back this up. "I guess now would be a good time to go, 'oh, I have superpowers, huh?'"
Yeah. Smooth, Gabriel. So smooth.
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"... Yeah, you might have skipped that part during introductions."
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And if that wasn't clear enough, he exhales and adds with a nonchalant little shrug and a little smirk, like this is somehow funny and not REALLY FRIGGIN' WEIRD. "Archangel. Y'know how it goes."
....Yeah. Most people totally know 'how it goes' when it comes to archangels. In Gabriel's defense, the last time he talked to a real woman, she stabbed him for being a liar. And he'd never been a social genius when it came to humans anyway.
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"... Yeah, I wasn't going to make the 'archangel' connection until you mentioned it."
Well.
"Well, uh. Holy shit."
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Yeah, it's okay, Rochelle. It's a lot to take in.
"I get that one a lot too," he shrugged. "This is the part where I should put up the standard disclaimer about how I'm not here to tell you that you're going to give birth to the next Messiah or any of that crap?"
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Rochelle really wasn't sure why she was believing this--oh right, because about a million kinds of weird shit happened daily around here. And she was the one coming from a zombie apocalypse. That said, it was obvious this was a lot she was trying to take in.
"Uh... oh. Oh. Well, thank god. You scared me for a second. I wasn't planning on any virgin births for a long time."
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