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[casaerotica13]

Who| Gabriel and OPEN
What| Waking up in a strange place
Where| The Tribute Tower
When| A few hours before Enjolras' Crowning
Warnings/Notes| N/A


N O P E.

Just one big huge N O P E.

He was supposed to be dead, right? This wasn't dead. Maybe it was angel dead. This whole thing sure was a lot like Purgatory, but... way fancier. There were free drinks here, after all.

Everything happened so quickly, though. One second, Lucifer was standing over him. The next, he wakes up on a metal cot, debunked of all awesome abilities, informed that he's in some sort of twisted Hell, etc etc. One thing was for sure. It was seriously uncool.

But apparently he showed up at a good time. There was no fight going on and, actually, there was a big party going on later that evening that he was invited to. The invitation was mandatory, but details... He really didn't like being told what to do, but he opted to hang with it for now.

On the inside, the anger was close to bursting forth and shanking someone, but he stayed calm and collected. He'd just... meet the locals or something. Learn a little more about the place.

Yeah. Sure.

Gabriel decided to tour the Tribute Tower before the big shebang...

The anger wanted to come back again when he decided to take a jacket along solely because of the chill in the air.

Comments

[fire_punk]

Kevin was used to seeing new faces by now. And there were enough people in and out of the Tribute Tower on a daily basis that he couldn't always tell who belonged here and who was a potential sponsor. He tried to remember what Blaine had said when he asked him about talking to people. "Hi."

[casaerotica13]

Gabriel stopped his grumpy trudge down the hallway when a kid suddenly spoke up and he realized it was him the boy was speaking to.

He looked around to make sure. Yep. Had to be him. He looked back to the guy. "... Hi." Awkward.

Had to fix that. "You lost, too, buddy?"

[fire_punk]

"No." So he was definitely someone new, then. "I live here."

[casaerotica13]

"Ew." Another one in the whole fight to death thing.

"I think I do, too, now. According to these guys." Er. Right. Might as be, uh... social and stuff. "Gabriel."

[fire_punk]

He nods. "You're new." Duh. "Umm... I'm Kevin."

[casaerotica13]

"Freshly hatched and everything," he grimaced. He did not like being new. Gabriel was all about discovering new things, but this world just didn't seem up his alley so far.

"I'd like to say it's nice to meet ya and all, but... well you know."

[acroodawakening]

Guy and his stylists had come to something of a ceasefire for the moment where they'd backed off on dictating what he wore inside the Training Center but apparently felt they should have total control outside it. For now, Guy was willing to take it, especially since he could always be nice and stubborn later.

So he was actually comfortable at the moment, wearing just a pair of normal grey pants, dark gray furry boots, and a blue wool poncho. He'd chosen the poncho because it was warm but also not very confining. He felt like he had room to breathe in it.

That meant that Gabriel would be able to see his body stripes and skin weathered by lots of time bare in the sun. A little hair-tie with a bright blue shell attached had his hair up in what could really only be called the Pebbles Flintstone look.

Between his appearance and the fact he was poking at a lamp trying to figure out how it worked (occasionally burning his fingers with a quiet 'ow,' and then having to suck on them) Gabriel might have gotten a pretty strong clue that this was possibly a variety of human he hadn't seen for a very, very long time.

[casaerotica13]

Oh yeah. He was getting that vibe.

Gabriel had walked pass Guy earlier as some dude who still thought ponchos were the new in thing, but on his way back across the same threshold (walking was such a pain compared to flying ugh), he had stopped to observe him.

It took a moment or so while he tried to figure out where exactly he was again. This was seeming less and less like an angel afterlife as he watched Guy burn his finger.

After another moment, Gabriel walked closer and knelt down to observe the lamp, too. "Funny thing, fire. It's good and bad and advances alongside humanity without anyone ever really noticing. It's like the brightest ninja out there... That actually made sense."

He tapped the bulb... Yes, it was quite hot to the touch... Stupid human skin.

[acroodawakening]

"I don't know what a ninja is but this isn't fire," said Guy. "At least I think this isn't fire. See, fire and me, we're best friends."

He crossed his fingers together as if they were two pals that never wanted to be apart.

"Since not many people are as good at making it as me and some can't at all. But there are no flames in this thing, so I'm trying to figure out how it makes light and heat."

He stopped fussing with the bulb and started prodding at the base of the lamp, taking it apart to see what was inside it.

[casaerotica13]

Gabriel just listened with mild interest before he watched Guy start to tinker with the lamp a little more.

"You're gonna electrocute yourself, Einstein," he said with all the enthusiasm of talking about the weather.

[acroodawakening]

"I'd stop doing what I'm doing but I don't know what two of those words mean and don't really care."

Wasn't that humanity in a nutshell?

"Stay away from that fruit over there on that tree!" "No!" "Don't be evil or I'll flood the whole planet!" "Fuck that, old man, you're not my dad!" "Don't open those seals that'll let Satan out!" "But my girlfriend said I should!"

"Gotta break a few turkeyfish eggs to, y'know, eat them."

Omelettes hadn't been invented yet. He really needed to get on that.

[casaerotica13]

Turkeyfish... Gabe smacked his lips.

"Electrocute means lots of pain and hopefully a swift death due to said pain. On the other hand, I'm definitely bored enough to watch you go at it."

Would he be an accessory to something if he dies? Eh. Law was confusing.

"Guys like you sort of make the world, you know? You don't listen to reasons or warnings or opinions. You just dive right in and do your own thing, find your own route. Some big time folks came out of dudes like you... Most of them died horribly, but some of them! Ah, the bright stars of life."

[wronglychosen]

After leaving the room he'd woken up in and had all this crap dumped on him, Zelos had decided the first order of business was to figure out what the hell this thing on his wrist was. It would at least give a brief distraction from all the levels of pissed off he felt about this whole situation.

Gabriel may find him sitting on a couch in a hallway, accidentally projecting all kinds of weird videos onto the walls as Zelos fiddled with the communicator.

[casaerotica13]

Oh look. Another technological ignorant guy poking at things he shouldn't.

Gabriel stood for a moment to watch the random videos this guy was displaying on the wall, some of them being part of the Arenas. Well, they looked interesting, at least.

"Whatever you're trying to do, I don't think you're doing it."

[wronglychosen]

Great. A wise guy.

"You think?" Zelos grumbled. While he'd seen technology this advanced in Renegade bases, it was nothing he'd ever had reason to learn or handle. Which was not helping right now. He watched a few more screens flash by. "These things should come with instructions."

[casaerotica13]

... Ugh.

"Have you thought of maybe, I don't know, asking someone?" The first thing he did when they strapped that to his wrist was as What the hell is that?, but he realizes that not everyone has the same foresight as him.

[wronglychosen]

Zelos scoffed. "Obviously. Knowing that it's a communicator doesn't exactly help much."

Although, from the sounds of it, this guy knew what he was doing. Or at least was doing a good job of sounding like it. He grinned. "Wanna help a fella out?"

[casaerotica13]

Honestly? No, he didn't. There was so much more joy to be had from watching the guy break his own device than helping him control it.

'Course, he could help him break it. It was always an option.

"Have you tried holding down all the buttons at once? See what that does?"

8D (I am so sorry.)

[president_evil]

Wesker had never had the pleasure of meeting the last so-called 'angel' in their midst, but he had seen the footage. Whether or not he actually believed the man was sporting wings and halo was up for debate, but that he was talented certainly wasn't.

That was enough to bring Wesker around. Enough to warrant some of the attention he'd otherwise fixed on the puzzle of the increased security and secretive examinations.

When Gabriel appeared, Wesker was waiting in the common room, watching the busy street below the grand window - and Gabriel in the reflection.

"Readjusting, I trust?"

(Liar.)

[casaerotica13]

Gabriel walked down the hallway in a huff, his mood terribly deflated and he didn't like that one bit either. He was just beginning to feel really tired and the human side of fatigue hadn't even begun to kick in yet.

He felt like a cat being forced to take a bath.

What made things worse was the creepy guy that was too cool to speak to him and look at him at the same time. He was like one of those guys in the movies that were too cool to look directly at explosions. Or they thought they were too cool. Gabriel viewed them as being full of shit.

So, that element compounded with the fact that this guy seemed incredibly confident in a place where people kill each other for sport made Gabriel halt and do a double take to make sure that, no, it's not his brother.

"Since I'm the only guy in the room, I'm gonna give you some leeway and assume you're talking to me and not a window."

Welcome to District 11, Gabe!

[president_evil]

Ah, yes, the mouth.

There had been plenty of that in the footage as well. (Something death, apparently, hadn't stifled.)

"You'll have forgive me," he drawled, half-turning from the window (the sunglasses revealing no more than the clear glass had). "My patience isn't unlimited and you were taking your sweet time."

No. >:T

[casaerotica13]

Gabriel watched with very, very little interest as the guy turned to face him... sorta. The good old half-turn, wow. He just put on a little smirk for him.

"Well, you're gonna have to forgive me as I failed to get the memo to the Pompous Assholes Anonymous Convention." Seriously, though. He was actually waiting for him? Him particularly? Or did he say that to everyone that passed through here and just hadn't gotten his meds yet today?

"But," he shrugged, "I'm here now, right?"

[president_evil]

"Indeed."

The folding of his hands behind his back is the only movement he gives, the pale face remaining impassive as ever.

"A lot's changed since you were last with us, Mr. Gabriel. You're in District 11 now, and it's most recent Victor, I will be the one responsible for your well-being in the arena."

So play nice.

[grandmas_gurl]

Ruby knew the anger that came with being trapped here. With having your power stolen. She'd just come to accept it, again, come tor relish the freedom and wonder. She hated it.

She also liked to drink sometimes. So. Two things in common, right? Two people at the bar. She ordered herself a nice drink.

[casaerotica13]

Oh, good, alcohol. Gabriel made a beeline for the counter and waved to the bartender for something, anything. It was going to be different now that he was human, but he was looking forward to that part.

After a second, he looked over to the face beside him and slipped on a flirty smile. "Hello there."

Pretty girls always made up for a crisis.