Stone age love and strange sounds, too

[hexyoutotuesday]

Who: EVERYONE. NEW PEOPLE, OLD PEOPLE, THIS IS THE PERFECT TIME FOR EVERYONE TO MEET. RANDOM CR EVERYWHERE.
When: Friday night! The show starts at 7:30, but the doors have been open since noon. The party ends at 6am, after morning sirens. Tag yourself in whenever!
Where: Purgatory! Gabriel and Jinx's cabaret night club in Sector 5.
Summary: IT'S A

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BEING THE EMCEE LIKE A BOSS

[painhumbles]

After the first set (which was fucking amazing, Gabriel walked upstage and threw an arm around the two lead singers- "Cherie" and Joan, who might as well be as good as the real thing, beyond the fact that the real Joan Jett would probably beat him for what he was doing- and just grinned at the audience. The incoming troll was strong with this one.

"Let's be honest, gang. How many of you doubted me? Hm? Show of hands? Anyone? C'mon. In a couple months, it'll be my one year anniversary in this little corner of Canada, and you all still doubt me. I mean, really. Lemme tell you, though- this one's gonna be one to tell the grandchildren. Joan?" He pulled his arm away from the illusion and saluted her, taking Jinx by the arm. "Rock their loafers off. I'll be in touch."

[OOC: Simultaneously open and for Jinx. You can catch him anywhere in the club.]

[painhumbles]

Gabriel kept his face firmly planted on the bar, trying hard to focus on the acid flashback-level of blood and gore playing before his eyes- he didn't just kill the Nephilim. He drove them to kill each other. Sister against brother, the very same war he sought to avoid in Heaven and he was playing the proverbial fiddle while that Rome variant burned

[paterelohim]

The surge of nostalgia at his question - oh, and being asked, being faced by an archangel with faith in his lost eyes - made his stomach churn until he thought he might hurl on the bar. Chuck swallowed hard and reached for the nearest bottle of alcohol- it turned out to be vodka, and went down wonderfully in the random glass he grabbed.

"Well." Christ. He had to look Gabriel in the eye, and quelled the urge to feel sick at the weakness he saw there. It was always there- but Chuck hadn't had the right or the position to see it for a very long time. Some part of him wanted Gabriel to stop holding back, if only so He could wipe the tears away. "We have to tell her. Or- you do. Somebody does. She's gonna figure it out, and... you know much better than I do how to tell her so she won't completely lose her shit

[painhumbles]

Actually, no, he didn't, but he wasn't going to tell Chuck that, because he had no fucking clue what this meant to Jinx- it would be more horrible for her, than even for him. No matter how he told her, Jinx would either dig her own uterus out with her claws, find the nearest back alley doctor or a clothes hanger and that would be that. And he really didn't want this to be Dirty Dancing all over again.

After a second of morbid contemplation, his head jerked up at Chuck's suggestion- okay, he wasn't kidding. "You want me to carve an angel banishing sigil into her uterus?"

...The insanity of that sentence made a much better conversation topic than anything else.

[paterelohim]

"WHAT?! No! No," Chuck flinched violently, looking at Gabriel like he had twelve heads and was suggesting invoking the power of the Great Old One Xenu. "Her abdomen, dude. It'd blow any angelness out of her at all, and then..."

Then Jinx could get a real, normal abortion. Get rid of the thing like- like women had been doing for thousands of years, without any threat of the doctor burning his eyes out.

[painhumbles]

"It might also blow a chunk out of her spine. She's not possessed by an angel. She's carrying half of one. And I'm sure you read up on the missing portions of the Bible no one wants to talk about, right? You think half-demons are bad, try half-angels."

He rubbed his forehead. He honestly didn't expect Chuck to know shit from sheet rock about Nephilim- the real story, not just what the Bible tells him so. "Antichrists are pure will, so they do things on their own terms, so they're unstoppable forces. A Nephil doesn't even know what it's doing. They're dangerous because they're destructive on impulse, even before they're born. They weren't the giants that that dick Enoch made 'em out to be. So maybe a few weren't that attractive, so what? They were just kids..."

He paused and then dug his fingernails into his scalp with a groan. "Kids with a terminal case of bad luck."

[paterelohim]

Chuck patiently let Gabriel give him a crash course in what He already knew, noting with interest the angel's own bias- the tendency to spin them as being the most innocent of dervishes, unblemished children with a hideous lot in life. It was almost true. But then he kept going, and Chuck couldn't hold back.

"Gabriel, can it," he said sharply, internally recoiling at the parallels the angel was setting up for himself. "I know this is horrible, but you're not gonna do yourself any favors by comparing it to her. Come on."

Breathe.

"Okay. The way I see it, an angel banishing sigil wouldn't do any harm to her." Back to basics, now. Chuck knew what he knew, but they needed to stay focused on results. His hands splayed wide on the bar, leaned in like any barkeep talking to a patron about woman trouble, and what an adorable illusion that was. "If it worked the way you make it sound, Cas would have blown himself out of Jimmy's body completely when he used it on himself- but that's not what happened! Cas stayed in Jimmy, but all the...

[painhumbles]

Logically, Chuck was making sense. Of course, Nephilim also made any angel that come in contact with them physically ill- Gabriel didn't kill them himself, because he couldn't. The mere act of getting close enough to one to slit its throat would've been agony, but an army of them...

He needed to stop thinking of that. Chuck telling him to can it earned him a dark look. Nephilim counted as his family as much as anyone did. The wounds were still too fresh, especially now that a new one was gestating unbeknownst to Jinx.

Halfway through Chuck's speech, he felt weirdly sick, which was strange since that wasn't an angelic reaction at all- more psychosomatic than anything. "Okay, okay. We'll... Keep that in mind." He glanced over at Jinx across the room and sighed. "Honestly? I don't think she can even carry it long enough for it to matter."

And that could be a good thing or a horrible thing.

[paterelohim]

"That's not a good thing, though," Chuck pointed out, suddenly pushing off the bar with a series of interesting twitches. He started to make another Diabetic, this one with Everclear and enough to make even an angel feel the burn, but enough sugar to kill a horse. "Angels die in a burst of light that burns. Nephilim are even stronger and fucked half to Hell. If she miscarries, it better be at least mostly human. And even without that it could go Breaking Dawn on us and kick her spine out or something."

[painhumbles]

Gabriel faceplanted on the bar again. "I am not ripping anything out of her womb with my teeth," he muttered, because being bitchy was honestly the only thing keeping him from kicking a door in and going out and... Killing some jackass.

...Actually, he might do that after he got Jinx home and safe. Okay, no killing. Just a long string of just desserts. Child molesters, maybe. Or guys who push pregnant women down stairs. Or child molesters who push pregnant women down stairs.

His coping methods were fantastic.

[paterelohim]

"You don't have to do anything alone." Chuck pushed the second Diabetic across the bar until it nudged gently against Gabriel's hand. "You left that B.S. behind in Albuquerque with the family album."

He sighed.

"Look. Gabriel. This is doable, okay? It's not gonna be like... like what you remember."

[painhumbles]

Gabriel snorted before taking his drink. "For all our sakes? It better not be. I don't think I can handle it." That said, he downed his drink and slid off the barstool, wobbling a bit and pressing a hand to his head. Fuck, he did feel that one.

"You're a good man, Chuck," he muttered. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a girl I owe a few dances."

And it would never really occur to him that leaving Chuck with the thought of Gabriel in his current state going full on holy warrior was not the most pleasant thing ever.

[paterelohim]

"You are too," Chuck said quietly, before Gabriel took off. His eyes were trained on Gabriel with deep-seated worry, watching him for a few long minutes before finally snapping out of it to keep working.