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caveofsapphires2012-05-01 04:01 pm
trickntreats) wrote in caveofsapphires2012-05-01 04:01 pm
we are all illuminated
WHO: Gabriel (Sylvester Wilton) and NPCs; [CLOSED]
WHAT: They messed with one of Gabe's brothers. He does something stupid in turn.
WHERE: On the street somewhere heading back to his quarters.
WHEN: Backdate to Sunday 29 April 2012
They'd gotten Aziraphale. It shouldn't have been as much of a surprise as it was, because screwing with people was apparently what the Caretaker did and the two of them hadn't exactly been subtle. Yet when Gabriel figured it out, on that 'family night out', he'd been--
It wasn't surprise. He hadn't been surprised by the strength of his reaction. He'd been surprised by the fact that he wasn't. Aziraphale wasn't the brother he knew--not really. Yet he was still a brother. The younger angel was oddly endearing; like a somewhat oblivious puppy, eager to please but curious about everything else to the point of disobedience. Balthazar could take care of himself. Aziraphale, Gabriel was less sure about. The idea that the Workers had messed with that, given him more reason to doubt, filled Gabriel with a cold rage.
Which was why the trickster had got off his ass and buckled down. He still went to work--to his own unique definition of 'work'--but he used the time sketching a map of the cave and marking the most likely places to house a rehabilitation centre. He couldn't remember the route himself, and he knew for a fact there wasn't any building which screamed 'REHAB CENTRE: TWO MIND-DRILLS FOR THE PRICE OF ONE', which meant that it was lowkey and probably disguised.
When off work, or when using pick-ups from the depot as an excuse, he kept a keen eye out for the Workers. Anyone observing him would notice that although he still acted the same, there was occasionally a hard edge of intense purpose underneath it.
He lurked the guard HQ. He lurked the hospital. He did it discreetly, never for hours at a time and always in different ways--just out for a walk, out to deliver something, trying to get a bead on his map--but he watched them carefully, looking for clues. And those Workers he deemed most likely to have access to a rehab centre, he followed.
They led him on a merry chase. By Sunday evening he had a list of potential places, and was making notes on them as he wandered back toward his quarters. Nothing definite, of course, but a list, and he made a note to share them with Balthazar and that amusing little old man he'd met at the bakery.
WHAT: They messed with one of Gabe's brothers. He does something stupid in turn.
WHERE: On the street somewhere heading back to his quarters.
WHEN: Backdate to Sunday 29 April 2012
They'd gotten Aziraphale. It shouldn't have been as much of a surprise as it was, because screwing with people was apparently what the Caretaker did and the two of them hadn't exactly been subtle. Yet when Gabriel figured it out, on that 'family night out', he'd been--
It wasn't surprise. He hadn't been surprised by the strength of his reaction. He'd been surprised by the fact that he wasn't. Aziraphale wasn't the brother he knew--not really. Yet he was still a brother. The younger angel was oddly endearing; like a somewhat oblivious puppy, eager to please but curious about everything else to the point of disobedience. Balthazar could take care of himself. Aziraphale, Gabriel was less sure about. The idea that the Workers had messed with that, given him more reason to doubt, filled Gabriel with a cold rage.
Which was why the trickster had got off his ass and buckled down. He still went to work--to his own unique definition of 'work'--but he used the time sketching a map of the cave and marking the most likely places to house a rehabilitation centre. He couldn't remember the route himself, and he knew for a fact there wasn't any building which screamed 'REHAB CENTRE: TWO MIND-DRILLS FOR THE PRICE OF ONE', which meant that it was lowkey and probably disguised.
When off work, or when using pick-ups from the depot as an excuse, he kept a keen eye out for the Workers. Anyone observing him would notice that although he still acted the same, there was occasionally a hard edge of intense purpose underneath it.
He lurked the guard HQ. He lurked the hospital. He did it discreetly, never for hours at a time and always in different ways--just out for a walk, out to deliver something, trying to get a bead on his map--but he watched them carefully, looking for clues. And those Workers he deemed most likely to have access to a rehab centre, he followed.
They led him on a merry chase. By Sunday evening he had a list of potential places, and was making notes on them as he wandered back toward his quarters. Nothing definite, of course, but a list, and he made a note to share them with Balthazar and that amusing little old man he'd met at the bakery.
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"Now, if only it were that easy." It was an interesting thought, except for the part where instinct, for angels, was completely not anything to do with baking and how could he tell that letting instinct rule would let the City life take over, anyway?
Well, that and the fact it was letting the City life take over. Hells no.
"I miss sex," Gabriel said promptly. "There aren't enough loose women around here." Well, they were just talking about self-service. Anselmo left himself open for that one.