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When; January 4th, evening
Rating; R for zombieness
Characters; Asshole rogue (forourqueen) and lady in distress (misterblackbird)
Summary; Gabriel has had enough of the ticking. His solution? Kidnap some company.
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Tick-tock. Tick-tock..

Gabriel had always praised himself in taking the Forsaken motto into his shriveled old heart, but after a week of increasingly louder ticking, 'patience' was wearing thin and 'discipline' was going the same way. This was rather shameful for someone used to a rather sinister amount of terrible things in his everyday existence. Adding to that, he was used to remaining still for weeks in one place and tolerating the endless sobbing and crying from the text subjects of the Apothecaries. But ticking? That apparently got to him.

That was why he had spent a couple of days watching the general population, hidden in the shadows and moving in stealth from place to place while taking a few mental notes about the people living in this 'City'. Not all of them were human, and many of them were beings he had never seen before. The variations were staggering, so he had to make up a list of what he desired in a companion.

They had to be male. Gabriel couldn't stand women crying and whining, and there was just something about them that made him angry. They also had to be human, or at least elven. Gabriel didn't trust any of these other creatures, and he knew the anatomy of elves and humans well enough to know how to knock them out... and get rid of them later.

He was ticking off possible targets on his mental list, following a couple of men around for a while to learn their habits and possible abilities - no need to rush head first into friends or a spell, after all. Soon, he had narrowed it down to just one. A fairly inconspicuous fellow that seemed about average in most ways. He was also traveling alone most of the time, which was why he seemed like a perfect target.

So here Gabriel was, waiting in a quiet and empty area. Shifted into the shadows and invisible for the naked eye, the undead man rolled his daggers between his bony fingers while waiting for his target to pass by. He knew that this man took the way home, so it was only a matter of time.

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If he could only know the kind of hell that blinding Cain or destroying his eyes might unleash... How fortunate to avoid that. Not that Cain knows yet how fortunate (or unfortunate) he is.

It takes him a long while to come around again. He jumps, tenses when he does, but finds he can't move. He can't see--darkness, blindness, or blindfold? Darkness, yes, there is that, but a blindfold perhaps. His eyes, he can tell, are still in his head. He keeps still. He dares not move too much (better to try and seem to still be unconscious, especially while trying to determine what's happened). He is restrained, and it feels like ropes, perhaps, or something similar. But he isn't lying down--that's very likely a good sign. Restrained and lying down--that would point the way straight to that mad doctor. Perhaps not him, then.

But what other enemies has he? So many of the ones he had in the City have since gone again. There's only one enemy for him in the City now: his father and all those who follow his father. It must be them. But why now? Was he too close to finding Riff? If only that was the reason. What reason could they have? So often they struck not at him but at those around him. Why snatch at him now? This was unlike them. This was utterly unlike them. There was something else to be learned in this ordeal. Something had changed with them, at least. But what had changed, what the reason might be, that he did not yet know.

The headache isn't really helping matters either.

Very well, then.

He dares a small sigh, a small sound, to see if there's any response.