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When; January 4th, evening
Rating; R for zombieness
Characters; Asshole rogue (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
forourqueen) and lady in distress (misterblackbird)
Summary; Gabriel has had enough of the ticking. His solution? Kidnap some company.
Log;
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.
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.
Log;
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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Putting his hands on each side of Cain's head, he leans in once more. "Now shut up. For every sound I hear from you, I'm taking a finger." To really dig in the point, he snaps his teeth shut just an inch from the other man's nose. "Remember. As long as you are useful..."
Letting go and walking away from the tied-up man, the rogue takes a seat on the old couch he had dragged down in the abandoned cellar. Taking out the communicator again, he quickly looks over the network before drawing both of his daggers. Since he didn't need to eat, sleep or use the bathroom, Gabriel spent his time making sure his equipment was in perfect shape. Soon, the only sound from Cain's captor is a shrill metallic pitch against a sharpening stone.
[ooc: Feel free to post that entry when you think it's appropriate.]