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thecapitol2013-12-15 01:44 pm
casaerotica13) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-15 01:44 pm
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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.
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.
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He started prodding at the light bulb now that it was cool enough to touch, trying to figure out how to unscrew it.
"Although I think there are some people here that are from this world that might come from them. Some of the other Tributes. They might know more about how the other tribes are since I think they might come from them."
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Then, he observed more of what Guy was doing. At least he was less likely to be barbecued now. "Righty tighty, lefty loosey," he helpfully added.
It took a second for him to realize that Guy probably didn't know what right and left was. Ah, he was smart, he'd figure it out.
"I'll ask around, see what I can see. Thanks for the info, kid."
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"No problem. I'd hate to see people as confused as I was when I was dropped into it all. I was terrified."
He managed to unscrew the lightbulb and started shaking it, examining the filament inside.
"I'm Guy, by the way. Guy Crood."
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He was sometimes there in spirit. Father knew there were plenty of prayers giving him migraines at those times.
"Gabriel. Can't believe I'm saying this, but nice to meet ya."
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He kept shaking the light-bulb, trying to see if he could get the little filament loose so it'd fall closer to the glass so he could get a better look at it.
"Some won't even kill at all and just try to hide and survive. Me, I'm...a little in the middle. I only kill people that try to kill me and go after the ones that think it's fun to hurt people. If you lay off the sadism and stay out of my hair, we won't have any problems."
He added, "And even if you don't do the latter, at least outside the arena we won't have any problems. I don't begrudge anyone being desperate. Not when the whole point is to make us that way."
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He did wave his hand absently with a smile. "Don't worry, dude. I only enjoy the suffering of those who deserve it." Like that corner of the globe he had carved out for himself... and that kid he forced to slow dance with an alien. Classic.
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If he heard the full range of Gabriel's punishments he wouldn't be, but right now he wasn't feeling inclined to dislike someone who had ill will towards people who had ill will first.
There were no seats nearby but he wasn't used to seats anyway so he gathered up the pieces of the lamp and scooted off of it to the floor, settling down to keep looking at all the pieces.
"Here, sit. Pull up a...whatever those are. A chair, I think? I like meeting people and I don't like sitting in them." He noticed other people did, hence letting Gabriel have it. "Tell me what it's like where you're from. I like imagining it."
A pause.
"Most of the time. Some of the worlds people are from here sound terrible."
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Instead of going to the offered chairs, Gabriel just plopped himself down on the floor, too. Floors. Chairs. All the same human-made crap. Besides, sitting up high to watch people down below tinkering with things they didn't know about didn't seem very fitting anymore.
"Home?" Home. Where to even begin with home? "Well, I've actually been away from home for the last handful of years or so. Took a vacation in a place my Dad made 'til my brother found me. That place was fine. It had its problems. I mean, the locals had wars, death, illness, all that stuff, but there were parties and births. You know, good times, too. It was pretty swanky sometimes.
"Home, though. Hard to really explain that one to most people."
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"Try me," he said, now taking the lamp socket apart. "I have a very good imagination."
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"Good. You'll need it." Gabriel shifted to get comfortable. The Gamemakers knew what he was, so there was no harm in telling others. Then again, there was no fun in just outright telling them either, and he was pretty sure someone like Guy didn't know about Christianity. Maybe.
"Well, my Dad is pretty important. He made me and all my brothers and sisters and our home and everything else there is out there. The good parts and the bad parts. Home was made originally for just me and my family, but then Dad made others, except they were a lot more mortal than us. He put them on my vacation spot before I even got there.
"Anyway, these guys, they die. I mean, I can die, too, but not from old age and that stuff. Usually it's just by, like, a handful of junk cause I'm so awesome. Anywho, when these guys die, their souls leave their bodies and come to our home, where they stay in a loop of their happiest memories for the rest of eternity. So, home is a bunch of really awesome memories, to sum up. Between you and me, it was kind of boring before that."
That was pretty much the gist of it, really. "I ditched that place, though. A big family feud broke out and I didn't want to get involved, you know? They were all just being brats, anyway."
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"Is your dad some kind of spirit?"
It sounded like it. Spirits weren't really something he believed in because he knew that things that looked amazing and otherwordly could sometimes be made by rubbing two sticks together.
That didn't mean that he was completely skeptical, though. Now that he knew other worlds existed, there was always the possibility of the magical and spiritual being real somewhere and even some of his beliefs had always been touched by an understanding that things might be more grand than he could possibly understand.
"Are you some kind of spirit?"
He mostly looked curious rather than scared or awed.
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"Think of dear old Dad and is the lead spirit that created everything else. I'm one of his first creations and... well, I guess one of the more awesome spirits out there. That's not really the name for it, though, but close enough."
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It wasn't dismissive, just the truth. It was a little early for that in his world, if it would ever go the route of people believing in him at all.
He did seem to be taking Gabriel's word for it, though, that such a being existed in at least one place. If the man thought he was a spirit, then he was a spirit.
"Did he create all worlds or just one world?"
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Gabriel wasn't going to hold Guy's beliefs against him, of course. It made perfect sense, after all. The angels were really the only ones that were supposed to be stuck with blind faith and that went oh so well.
"All of 'em, far as I know. Probably this one, too." Shrug. He never really had all the answers.
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There was the chance he knew the will of the being that had created everything and everyone.
Naturally, the first question that burst out of him was, "If he created all of us, does - does he love us?"
It was natural to want to know that, to know that someone that had given you life cared about you, that they were glad to have to done it.
Except, strangely enough, Guy wasn't just talking about himself. 'Us' wasn't just humanity.
He gestured back and forth between himself and Gabriel. "All of the spirits and humans he's created."
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"Yep, everyone. He has an odd way of showing it, sometimes, but He does love us.
"Everything has its own little purpose, you know? So, love or not, some things just gotta happen."
Except the Apocalypse...
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Meanwhile, here was a tiny little human from a world that was new, where lots of little humans wandered under the stars hand in hand, wanting to hear that their creator loved them all equally.
Hearing Gabriel's answer made Guy smile a wide, open smile. He'd found out something New about the universe and it was a very good thing. Over time, he might wonder how it all worked together: free will, joy, suffering, but right now he was a little bit stuck on the novelty of a possible creator spirit existing and loving everybody.
"Thank you," he said. "For telling me about him. I'm still only half-sure you're telling the truth and not actually a crazy person, but if you really are a spirit, if you're telling the truth..." He briefly shut his eyes, dwelling for the moment in the mental image of standing in the highest branches of a tree, under a sky dusted with stars. "That means everything's even bigger."
He opened his eyes again and they were just a little bit watery.
"That's a beautiful thing to know."
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However, when he turned back to the kid, he gave a bright smile of his own. It was a hell of a long time ago that he did the whole missionary thing and their reactions were more like who do we kill to make sure we don't piss Him off?
Guy's reaction was much nicer. "You're welcome... You know, you'll always be surprised what you don't know."
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"That's the point," he said. "Of, you know, living. That's what makes it great: all the surprises." His eyes flashed back up to Gabriel, as bright as the smile that flashed then, too, and then he looked back to the lamp bits. "I'm glad there're things I don't know because it means there's even more I get to find out."
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"You know what, Guy? I like you."
Congratulations. You are now his friend. There is no escape. Just ask Dean and Sam. No escape.
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"I like you, too. You're the first spirit I've ever met. I wasn't sure if they were real but if they were I kind of expected them to maybe be more...distant. You know, on account of being ineffable beings beyond the understanding of man and all."
He'd figured if spirits did exist, they'd probably be distant and cold and would look down on humanity as something that was, at the very least, alien.
"You could be that way if you wanted. If you didn't care. But you're sitting here talking to me. That takes a perspective shift that's kind of surprising."
If he knew how much worse many of the other beings of Gabriel's world were - angels and demons and gods and monsters - he would have respected that all the more.
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"Don't get me wrong, I don't mind flaunting a little myself, but they got their noses so high in the air, they think their crap don't stink or something. Really, it's more annoying than awe-inspiring."
Yet, Gabriel's entire problem was that he did care. That he liked being among people. That he was enjoying sitting on the floor and having a conversation with this ancient and mostly ignorant mortal. "I spent my fair share around mortals and, trust me, you guys are way better than my family."
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That's rough, buddy.
"But I guess that means it's even better that you're not that way and can hang around us." He nodded his head to the side, his hair flopping with the movement. "That's the great thing about people. If you're ever cast adrift somehow, you can always find someone willing to toss out a hand you can grab onto. I found my family that way - my new family, anyway. Finding them doesn't mean I forgot my old one so it's more like I got to have two."
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"Spirits aren't really like people. They don't do stuff out of the goodness of their hearts." Most of them don't, anyway.
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He gestured to his head with a little circular motion.
"Thinking differently?"
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