Post by Gabriel Adams on Nov 29, 2010 12:32:12 GMT -5
ooc: Roulette will take effect once the HEARTFELT CONFESSION kicks in. First post for Orca kthanx.
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No, Gabriel wasn't looking for Orca. Well, maybe. He was tired, but at least he was all in one piece. For the moment. The lycan always seemed to pop up in random places, so after running all over town he was sure to find Orca ... some where.
Why was he looking for him? Maybe to tell Orca to keep his mouth shut about everything he'd spewed out the other day. Maybe to finish their little fight once and for all. Who knew. Gabriel wasn't even sure he did. It would be interesting to find out once the lycan showed up.
He always managed to do so.
So far, no luck. Gabriel had isolated himself in a corner booth positioned to watch the door and any windows he could manage in the same angle. A glass of water - nothing else, sat in front of him. He stared at the door, and so far, everyone had left him alone.
Where was he? Surely Orca came around town at least once a day, and likely in the evening, to get a bite to eat or something. Unless he strictly kept to a forest diet of raw meat. Gabriel scowled. The bar was boring on a Monday night, at best, but at least ... it was quiet.
Hell, he was bored.
For a moment the Ravenclaw considered getting up and leaving, going to find better entertainment in the form of his usual time consuming hobby. It would certainly be more productive then sitting in this bar, waiting for nothing to happen.
Orca held the little glass bottle aloft, squinting at it against the light. It'd been a gift from some random guy who's life he'd saved -- not on purpose, of course, Orca had just happened to be walking too close to a fight that had gone nasty. He hadn't done it as part of some civic duty, or any of that bullshit, no, one of the men attacking the lone guy in the middle had accidentally caught the lycan a glancing blow when flailing with his fists, and that'd ticked Orca off more than a little. By the time he'd beaten the shit out of each of the men, the bruise on his cheek had healed, but the man he'd saved had insisted on pressing a gift on the boy, handing him a small blue-and-pink vial and blabbering on about its value.
A valuable, pretty bottle could only mean one thing to Orca: expensive alcohol. It would be a nice change, for once.
Too bad it tasted like shit.
Unwilling to waste anything, he finished it off, making faces at the ground. He felt weirdly warm. The lycan flapped his shirt as though to fan himself. At least this was a sign the alcohol was finally kicking in.
...Or something?
He grew dizzy, fell over, blacked out for half a second. When he pulled himself back to his feet, he felt kinda... funny.
And not drunk at all. Dammit.
The lycan stretched, irritated. The only nice thing about the night so far was that it seemed his pants had gotten fixed somehow. Generally, they tended to hang low on his hips, near falling off, but for some reason, they were staying on quite nicely now. As though he had hips, or something. Haha.
Ha.
"aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAA"
He totally had tits. And a - hey, that was actually a lot more comfortable. It was suddenly kinda breezy with his boxers and all, but --
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
This totally wasn't happening. Right? Mirror. He, no, she needed a mirror. Where was there a mirror in Drakborough? Ah, right. Joker's, behind the actual bar. Bars always had mirrors.
Nervous, and with her arms crossed securely over her mediumly-endowed chest, Orca made her way to the bar. She kept getting funny looks from people, mainly guys, and that only made her more anxious, but finally she was there, and standing at the bar, mirror ahead of her.
...She looked more or less the same, actually. Face-wise, she'd always looked sorta girly, and those features were just a bit more enunciated. The hair was a few inches longer, but still shaggy and brown, and her shirt was a bit too big and the collar tended to sort of slip to the side, but at least she wasn't revealing any cleavage or anything. The lycan surreptitiously flattened the shirt against her figure, turning this way and that. She totally had a waist. Holy shit. And an ass. Holy shit.
A drink was placed before her, some gigantic pink fruity thing, and a guy down the bar winked her way. Blinking, she accepted -- hey, a free drink was a free drink! -- but unfortunately for the man, just then she caught a certain someone's reflection in the mirror. She leaned forward, as though to confirm, and then whirled, drink in hand, to stalk over to the corner booth. She set her drink down with a scowl, narrowed her eyes the boy's way. And then--
"Gabbyyyyyy!"
The girl flung her arms around Gabriel's neck, hugged him and ended up sprawled on the same side of the booth as him. She withdrew after a moment, pulled the drink over and took a big gulp, then gestured to her perky, definitely not a guy's chest.
"Gabby I'ma chick! Aaaa I dunno what to do fix meeee."
Post by Gabriel Adams on Nov 29, 2010 15:19:28 GMT -5
Gabriel wasn't entirely sure what was going on. All he knew is some girl - not Orca - had come in to the bar, sold out to some creeper guy who bought her a drink - and now there were boobs being shoved at him. At that point his reflexes kicked in, and he shoved her in the shoulder, knocking her back on the seat and tipping her drink alarmingly close to SPILLAGE.
Abruptly the waitress came over to refill his water - Gabriel didn't even remember taking a drink, but he must have, if there was something for her to refill. Just to distract him more than anything else - he was rather confused - he took a drink. The waitress winked (why did she wink) and said something.
"Wouldn't you two make a cute couple?"
Gabriel stared at the girl, who was, apparently, Orca. Then at the waitress. Before he even had time to think, he said - waitwhat
"You're kidding right?" He couldn't help but scowl. Unlike him, since he was usually relatively good at keeping his expression out of the way. Unless it was just a single person, like Orca, then he didn't care. They'd know he was pissed sooner or later.
Orca as a chick. Well. Gabriel couldn't find words for a moment, and he just stared at him/her. How many changes could one go through in their damned life? Wizard, lycan, girl. Hell. After a beat he just shook his head and took a long drink, staring out at the bar.
"I don't know what you want me to do. It's more than just transfiguration." He shrugged. "It'll probably wear off in awhile."
Okay, he hadn't meant to say that last bit out loud either. It would have been more entertaining to let Orca sit and stew and wonder, and instead he was just spewing stuff.
Something, quite definitely, was wrong. Gabriel just hadn't figured it out yet. He scowled. Maybe someone had cast a spell, or something or maybe -
Gabriel spewed the water over the table, and looked up to find the waitress staring at him, grinning.
Gabriel pushed her back, which she'd totally been expecting, and so she just laughed and rearranged herself on the seat, not even noticing that at one point her drink had nearly spilled. The waitress came by, winked and said-
Hahaha. AWESOME.
The lycan abruptly buried her face in her drink to hide the laughter, although her shoulders still shook some. The drink was actually pretty tasty. Pretty strong, too!
But, back to boobs.
"Wear off?" Her face turned slightly horrified. "Y'mean ya can't just magic it away or whatever?" There was no way she could just wait this out, and not simply just because it was getting really weird to type 'she' everywhere instead of 'he'.
"Gabby, what'm I gonna do when I gotta pee-"
Suddenly Gabriel was spitting water all over the table, and unsure of what was going on, Orca patted him on the back. Maybe the boy was choking, or something. Shit! She didn't know the heimlich maneuver. Shit shit shit.
Oh, nevermind, Gabriel was fine. If he could glare he wasn't, like, dying, right? Orca turned to see what her not-friend was glaring at to see the nice waitress from before smiling at them.
Man, Gabriel was so unfriendly.
"Aww," she said, sympathetic as she gulped down more of her brightly colored drink. "Are you mad because she said we should date? Do ya hate me that much?"
Whoooo alcohol. Helped with the whole oh-my-god-I-have-a-vagina thing. Or something!
"What if," Her teal eyes widened, and she tugged at Gabriel's sleeve, completely oblivious to whatever conclusion he had just reached about things. "What if I'm stuck like this, Gabby? Shiiit, I'm so scared! Gabby, Gabby, aren't you scared too?"
After all, if he was a girl, how could they fight?
Post by Gabriel Adams on Nov 30, 2010 16:31:21 GMT -5
SHE HADN'T BEEN ABLE TO HOLD BACK THE LAUGHTER. GABRIEL FELT LIKE STICKING HER, BUT HE DIDN'T SAY THAT. WHATEVER THAT BITCH AT THE BAR HAD PUT IN HIS WATER - WAS THERE ANY WATER ACTUALLY IN IT AT ALL? WHO EVEN KNEW, WHO CARED. GABRIEL WASN'T SURE HE DID.
MAN THIS CAPS LOCK THING WAS A BITCH.
UH, WHAT.
ANYWAY.
"NO, I CAN'T JUST MAGIC IT ALL AWAY, IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT. WELL, IT MIGHT. BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW." DAMN HE WAS MAN, STUPID BITCH AT THE BAR SLIPPING HIM A DRINK. THIS WAS JUST FANTASTIC, WHO KNEW WHAT HE MIGHT SAY WHILE HE HAD BEEN DRUGGED. GABRIEL HADN'T HAD THIS SORT OF SHIT MESSING UP HIS BRAIN SINCE HADLEY. THAT HAD TO BE IT, SHE PROBABLY WORKED FOR HADLEY, THAT WOULD JUST SUCK. WHAT IF - ?
GABRIEL FELT LIKE YELLING. (CAN'T YOU TELL?) ORCA'S PROBLEMS SUDDENLY SEEMED RATHER RIDICULOUS IN COMPARISON TO HIS OWN. THAT STUPID BITCH HAD PUT FREAKING DRUGS IN HIS DRINK.
"HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW?" GABRIEL SAID, TRYING TO SOUND LESS EXASPERATED THAN HE ACTUALLY WAS. "HELL, ORCA, YOU JUST GO PEE. GIRLS DO IT ALL THE TIME."
THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID.
"NO, THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT. SHE PUT - SHE - " aghhhhhhhh "NOTHING. ORCA, I DON'T HATE YOU, YOU LITTLE IDIOT, I JUST DON'T LIKE YOU. I DON'T LIKE ANYBODY. OKAY? IT ISN'T ANYTHING PERSONAL. I JUST DON'T LIKE PEOPLE. THEY ANNOY ME. AND THEY DON'T EVEN LISTEN. BUT IT'S OKAY, BECAUSE I DISLIKE EVERYONE .... THE SAME. OKAY? SO STOP FREAKING OUT."
SCARED? SCARED? WHEN WASN'T HE SCARED? HE WAS TIRED OF EVERYTHING, TIRED OF THESE STUPID PEOPLE WHO WENT OUT OF THERE WAY - DAMN WAITRESS - TO MAKE HIS LIFE COMPLICATED. TO BOTHER HIM, TO HURT HIM, TO JUST SCREW WITH HIM IN GENERAL JUST BECAUSE THEY THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE FUNNY. WELL, TO HELL WITH ALL OF THEM. HE WAS SICK AND TIRED OF IT. HE WAS TIRED OF LISTENING TO PEOPLE TALK ABOUT THINGS THAT DIDN'T REALLY MATTER, FREAKING OUT OVER SHIT THEY MADE UP AT THE MOST RANDOM MOMENTS.
AND THAT WAS WHEN THAT GOD DAMMIT, GABRIEL HAD JUST SAID ALL OF THAT OUT LOUD.
HE STARED AT ORCA, THEN AT THE WOMAN AT THE BAR. THAT LITTLE BITCH, HE HADN'T MEANT TO SAY ANY OF THAT.
FUCK.
IT TOOK EVERYTHING HE HAD NOT TO PUT A KNIFE THROUGH HER THROAT, LIKE THAT GIRL WITH THE BIG BOOBS AND THE MILKSHAKES - HE JUST NOW GOT THE JOKE ABOUT MILKSHAKES, WHAT THE FUCK - BUT THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN TOO MUCH OF A REPETITION.
AND THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN BORING.
SPEAKING OF BOOBS.
"ER....." GABRIEL CHEWED HIS LIP, AND LOOKED DISTRACTEDLY AWAY. IN A MOMENT HE WAS TRYING TO GET OUT OF THE BOOTH, BUT DOL-ORCA WAS IN THE WAY, AND GABRIEL CURSED UNDER HIS BREATH. "UGHHHHH."
Tears welled in her big Caribbean-colored eyes, and her mouth trembled. A small part of her wondered why she was crying over something as silly as that, but that was quickly shut up. This was a huge thing. Sure, Gabby'd said they weren't friends, or whatever, but after everything, she'd thought she at least would be something to him.
In a totally not gay way.
Wait, she was a chick right now, so even that was okay.
She didn't even have time to do a proper breakdown, because just as soon as he'd finished telling her to stop freaking out -- which she totally wasn't doing, if he wanted to see a freak out she could give him a freak out -- he was speaking again. Unlike him, but she'd take what she could get.
Scared? He was scared? Didn't make sense, he was so strong and stuff, after all. He had his knives and magic, and whatever else he might be hiding up his sleeve. She could only stare at him while he went off, her cheeks heating a bit because she had an inkling some of that was meant about her. Maybe. Probably. She hadn't meant to do any of that, she really hadn't, she just-
A long moment passed, while he looked away from her and made noises she couldn't quite comprehend. Did he really mean all that? What had that been, about something in his drink? She had no idea what was going on. Tears began to slide down the lycan's cheeks, and she made a whimpering noise.
"I'm sorryyyyyyy," she managed to choke, before she full out dissolved into crying. "I ju-ju-just wanted to be your friiiiiend." Was that so wrong?
Apparently.
Dolphin -- as Orca had begun thinking of herself, since Orca was far too masculine a species for the petite thing he had become and if you put a killer whale and a dolphin side-by-side, the dolphin was clearly the more feminine of the two -- was unaware of Gabriel's attempts to leave the booth, and so didn't understand she was thwarting his attempts to escape when she scooted closer to him.
The lycan buried her face in Gabriel's shirt, instantly soaking it with her teary cheeks. Stupid, after his words and his tendency to stab her a lot in the back, but she felt somewhat protected by his presence, like at least with him around she knew no one else would have a chance to attack. She spoke, her words muffled by his shirt, but hopefully at least somewhat understandable due to their proximity.
"I'm sooo sorry, Gabby, I'm really, really sorryyyy, I'll be better from now on okayyyy."
What?
God, being a girl sucked. He'd always hated crying and now here he was blubbering like an idiot all over Gabriel's clothes. She'd. She. Whatever.
Post by Gabriel Adams on Dec 1, 2010 16:15:38 GMT -5
Scared. Gabriel took a few seconds to see if he was going to start spewing the truth all over again. He even managed a cough. Maybe the potion had only been a momentary thing, to get him to say the thing that was at the front of his mind - something like that. He swallowed hard. Oh hell, how was he going to fix this?
Plan Escape hadn't been successful. At all. Instead of having escaped this mad house, he had a wailing, crying girl-Orca attempting to smother him. God, he had really made him - her cry. Did Gabriel actually feel guilty about that?
Naaaaa.
For a few seconds (minutes maybe) Gabriel just sat there, staring at the waitress who was starting to look like maybe the whole thing had been a bad idea anyway. The Ravenclaw hadn't thought anything could really upset Orca, it had to be something to do with the fact that Orca had boobs now. Or something like that.
She was sorry.
At this point he could either put a knife down and just finish what'd he started, or he could try to -
Awkwardly, Gabriel gave Orca a half hug, then pushed her back with a scowl. His brain went to that place he reserved for weepy girls - hardly ever - and kids. Children Gabriel was fine with. It wasn't like he was crazy about them or anything, but sometimes they made more sense than 'adults' did.
And right now Orca was bawling like a little kid whose dog had just been hit by a car. Gabriel let the scowl fade, holding Orca by the shoulders to keep her from throwing herself back on him. He didn't do clingy, weeping women. Thinking about it -
Hell. He wasn't going to let his mind go there.
Gabriel chewed his lip.
At least girl-Orca didn't look like Annabel, or something. That would have made it a thousand times worse.
"Are you going to bawl and cry when I tell you we're done? What are you going to do when I put a silver bullet through your skull?"
Plan Console-The-Weeping-Girl hadn't been thought through very well.
"God dammit, Orca." Gabriel let go and scooted back over where he had originally been sitting. "Why? Why do you do this?"
Do what?
"You just - ugh - I don't know." He felt like throwing his hands up in the air and letting out a snarl of frustration. "Look. You're something. But that doesn't mean I have to like you?"
Why the hell was that question?
It wasn't one of those cliche things where Gabriel was scared to make friends - scared of being hurt, something equally stupid. He was tired of it. He was tired of people not being what they really weren't, and then going around ....
Being a person.
He glanced up, half expecting to see someone at the bar.
Gabriel's attempt at a hug, while half-assed and considerably more than awkward, still helped to calm the emotional lycan, who gave out a final sob and then quieted, looking up at Gabriel from where the boy held her at arm's length.
When they were done? Done what? There was no chance to respond, because Gabriel kept talking, swearing at her and scooting away, questions firing out the boy's mouth a mile a minute.
Why did she do what?
She was something?
Rather than respond as the queries came her way, she waited for Gabriel to finish talking. That was polite, right? He probably didn't like being interrupted, anyway. Her tears had stopped, and even the blotchiness had faded from her cheeks, and the lycan found a small half-grin upon her face. She hadn't meant to smile, just-
Gabriel was kinda cute getting all upset like that. Not like, Sparky-cute, but cute. You know.
No, you probably don't.
He'd retreated from her, but that only gave her more room to advance. The lycan inched closer, after draining the remainder of her drink -- her head was starting to feel funny -- and placed a slim hand on his leg to get his attention. What was he looking at, anyway? There was no one at the section of the bar he was looking at. Did he maybe want a drink?
"You say done," the lycan murmured, looking up at him through dark lashes, "What do you mean, Gaaabby? Are you breaking up with me?" A light laugh teased itself out of her mouth, and she slid a bit closer. Touch suddenly sounded very nice. He wouldn't mind, right? "You know, I think..." The girl caught one of Gabriel's hands with the hand that wasn't steadily creeping up his leg, and aimed it, gun-like, at her head, teal eyes glittering up at him. "Being killed by you wouldn't be so bad, would it?"
She had no idea what she was saying. It just felt good to talk, to move, to feel.
"Not yet, though." Another laugh, this one a teeny bit more slurred. "Let's have more... fun together before we get to that point. Whaddya say?"
The alcohol had definitely kicked in. That, or the female emotions/hormones/other girl-related excuse. Take your pick.
Post by Gabriel Adams on Dec 1, 2010 22:45:33 GMT -5
And this was exactly why Gabriel didn't like giving anyone an inch. Drunk or not, they took it and walked all over you. He hadn't the slightest idea what Orca - or whoever she was now - was drinking, but the alcohol content must have been something. The Ravenclaw had taken a sip of an exotic drink once and hadn't liked it. Water would be fine with him.
Or cherry coke.
He tried to keep the look of distaste off his face, and he didn't so much as glance down at that hand. What the hell was she doing. What the - Gabriel bit his lip and didn't move, trying not to wince as the hand moved up his leg. Apparently girl Orca had a very, very, very low alcohol tolerance. Then again, maybe this was how it always went, considering Gabriel had never been seriously drunk.
The boy squinted at her drink, delicately taking her hand and putting it back on her own leg; but he didn't let go. He wouldn't yet, so she wouldn't bust in to tears again, but not so long he got uncomfortable. Scratch that, he'd passed uncomfortable a long time ago. Gabriel managed a small half smile.
Uh, no. Fun? More fun? Gabriel quirked a brow, that same humoring smile that was just a 'smile and nod' expression. Yes, certainly, he no longer had his truth serum - or whatever variation it might have been. The waitress looked rather pleased, watching the two. Gabriel resisted the urge to glower at her, instead forcing himself to keep his eyes on Orca. God, this was difficult.
It wasn't like he could just pretend it was Juliet, who'd been half drunk when he found her. There was no way in hell he could pull that off, he wasn't an actor in any sense or fashion. A thought struck him, and he pulled her forward with one hand on her elbow, grinning like an idiot.
Yep, she was drunk.
They were inches away, less, and then almost touching. Gabriel leaned past her jaw to her ear. The other hand jolted swiftly forward, a knife in hand. It clipped her stomach, just enough to be a pain in the ass - or worse, depending on how badly lycans reacted to silver. He hadn't gotten a good look last time, he'd been dizzy with blood loss. He whispered in her ear.
"I got a new set. Silver content."
Jerking the knife up a touch and then out, he had to stand on the seat as he put the knife away, jumping over the table. Would she still be able to get up?
Last Edit: Dec 1, 2010 23:44:06 GMT -5 by Gabriel Adams
The lycan's smile faltered a bit when Gabriel grabbed her arm, and her eyes widened when he pulled her forward and leaned in. There was a tense second where she was sure he meant to kiss her -- and she didn't know what she'd do if he did that, because while that was just generally a Bad Idea, the alcohol running strong through her veins was all for it -- her cheeks flushed pink, and she didn't move. But instead, he brushed his lips close to her ear and--
Pain.
She choked, tried to bat away at the blade, but he'd already pulled back, and was jumping away. He'd barely nicked her, but it felt like there was fire raging over that small patch of skin, the pain so sharp and deep it felt like she'd been stabbed all the way through.
Fucking. Silver.
She panted for a moment, looked down to assess the damage with eyes that had gone a piercing gold somewhere during that moment. The shirt was partly torn, and the cut was small but still bleeding a lot more than you'd think a wound that size would.
Haha. Ha.
Yes.
This is what she needed. The lycan was up and after Gabriel in a second, skidding around him and up in his face less than a breath later, one arm fastening strong onto the wrist of his knife-arm, so that he could neither escape nor make any sudden moves. She giggled tipsily, ran a hand down his chest in a gesture both intimate and threatening all rolled into one.
"You got a brand new set of all silver?" she asked, tipping her head to one side. Her hair, longer than she was used to, slid over her face, and she brushed it out of the way almost absently, grinning up at him like she didn't have blood stains on her shirt, stains that only grew with every movement she made.
"Aww, Gabby," the noise was a coo, softly spoken, the name said almost tenderly. "You'd do that for me?"
She felt so strange. Strange but good. She wanted to touch Gabriel more. She wanted to kiss him.
Wait, what? Was that just the alcohol talking? No, no, it was the fact he was a strong male that had repeatedly proven himself more than adept at fighting. Before, she hadn't thought much of that besides the fact that Gabby was so cool omg, but now it just... appealed to her.
She bit her lip, and shoved him back, turned to one side and picked up a chair, which she then hefted over her head easily. The few people in the bar were still watching the two with amused interest, and even her little act of super-strength drew no more than a couple drunken laughs. Sure, made sense, after all the blood on her shirt could be mistaken for a spilled drink. It was all a lover's spat, or something.
The lycan swung the chair forward, intending for it to be a hard hit but her drunken brain causing the actual swing to be no more than a vague lunge. Lucky for him.
Post by Gabriel Adams on Dec 2, 2010 18:04:11 GMT -5
Hell, was it just him or was Orca faster than usual? Sure, staggering a little, but still hauling way too quickly. At least she - whatever - was actually interested in fighting, instead of trying to molest him. Well. Maybe not. To hell, she had him. His breath caught in his throat. Fuck. She was drunk, who knew what she might do? Orca - whatever- certainly wasn't him-herself, Gabriel knew that. An attempt to break free left fingers trying to bruise at his wrist.
He didn't like how she spoke, it was making him nervous. Her words were odd - Orca had always been a little flirty, but this was out right blunt. It had to be the alcohol.
Right?
Normally, he would have made some sort of jab back at her, or ignored it completely. This time, it was time to discourage it. Gabriel narrowed his eyes, unsmiling, knife still in hand. He would have to be careful.
One little bite.
Maybe he should have waited till she had sobered up a little to start some thing like this. The chair swung near his shoulder, and a step to the side made it easy to avoid, but it had still been close. If a little weak. Frankly, it would have been unfair for Gabriel to go after Orca with her like she was. But then, it might have been an equally bad idea to even try killing.
Drunk people usually came up with rather bizarre ideas. For a pang, he thought of Eliza, and Garrett. Considering Garrett had been gay, it had been very bizarre indeed. Hell. Why did his brain wander so damn much? He needed to -
"Gotta stop dwelling on the past," he whispered, staring distractedly past Orca. The people watching seemed rather puzzled, but not too concerned, for which Gabriel felt rather grateful. Man, the knives - with Orca, anyway - were getting rather old. If only they weren't somewhere as crowded as a bar. It would be difficult to get a hold of Orca - and harder to pull her outside. Hell. He flipped the knife in hand and took a step as Orca was still recovering from the swing to jab with the handle, hoping to catch her in the ribs.
The handle, after all, wasn't made from silver. At least not on this particular knife. "Listen, you little goof, I don't know what was in that drink, but you sound - you sound crazier than me." There, at least that was out there. He knew he was crazy.
Yes?
Breathless already, Gabriel took a few steps sort of diagonally, sideways, whatever, to get behind her. It probably wouldn't last very long, since she had the reflexes of a god damned mountain cat but at least he'd see it coming before she had time to get him in her sights. Hopefully. It seemed a tiny smidgen of hope, but at least it existed, for the time being.
"We can't always fight inside places, Orca. There are walls in the way," he pointed out, nodding at the nearest one - which had gotten dangerously close. Suddenly remembering they had even tried sparring before, he took a step forward and swept out with his foot, trying to sideswipe Orca.
He muttered something under his breath -- she didn't quite catch it -- and hit her in the ribs. For a brief second she thought he'd actually stabbed her, but as the pain that accompanied the impact was just a simple dull thing, and not the screaming agony it would have been were it a silver blade, she knew she was safe, at least for the moment. He was close again -- did he realize how close he was to touching her chest? that mattered now -- and speaking directly to her.
Little goof. She felt oddly special. Perhaps it was just the drink, but it came across to her as more an endearment than an actual insult. Her grin, which had vanished momentarily when the handle had made contact, flitted back into place and spread, a slow, lazy thing that she accompanied with a flicker of her gilded eyes his way.
He moved around her; she merely watched him, listened to him speak. Walls? Who cared? The walls were merely part of the battleground, to be used to one or the other's advantage. If he didn't get that, well, that was his fault. Outside, though, yeah, that sounded good. The lycan saw him move from the corner of her eye, but the chair hampered her response; she tossed it to one side, but as such was unable to react quick enough.
His foot caught her leg and she half-fell, but managed to twist herself and catch her fall on his retracting leg. Her hands slid up to his belt, caught hold and pulled herself up in a fluid motion that left them too close, not close enough. With him this near... her mind ticked back and forth with possibilities.
"Just for me."
That wasn't suggestive at all.
"So you gonna take me out, or what?"
She meant outside, but there was at least three different ways that could be taken. Oh well.
The lycan's hands flattened on his hips and she pushed herself back, only to lunge in again a moment later with a punch of her own, thrown toward his chest with one tightly clenched tanned hand. She had no idea how hard she was hitting. Did it matter? He'd be okay.
Post by Gabriel Adams on Dec 3, 2010 1:49:23 GMT -5
At least she hadn't attacked him again. Gabriel wasn't sure whether he felt relieved or disappointed. He nearly knocked her down, but then she had a hold of his damn belt. The Ravenclaw nearly went with her, more startled than anything. He started to grab her wrist .
Wha - what?
Was he going to take her out?
Well, apparently it hadn't worked at all. Then again, he hadn't tried very hard. Hell. He almost felt like knocking her back to the ground. Maybe she meant something else. There were several things she could have meant, but at the moment, he didn't feel like trying to play guessing games about which one.
He didn't like being touched, especially when Orca had that wicked gleam about her. Him. That asshole.
Whatever.
For a brief moment of insanity, Gabriel came to the conclusion that Orca had done this all one purpose, an elaborate ruse. But then he remembered he was an egotistical asshole, and why would Orca go through all this trouble to turn in to a girl? Then again, even though Orca was the person he had the most 'encounters' with here at the school - what the hell was up with that, Orca wasn't even a student - he didn't think Orca would go through this trouble.
Certainly not to bawl and cry like a middle school girl.
And then she hit him.
It knocked the wind out of him to be sure, and he stumbled back a step, nearly dropping the knife. Shit. He drew a sharp breath, vision blurring for a brief moment. Hell. That had hurt. Drunk didn't mean she wasn't strong, maybe she was even stronger with the adrenaline kick. Gabriel got back to his balance, steadied himself, and took a couple of steps.
Grabbed her elbow.
He glowered at her, pulled her along. Someone started to get off the stool like they were going to do something about it, but they must have been drunker than they looked.
Why hadn't he used his wand before now?
"Come on," Gabriel murmured, tugging her along. "Let's just go. All right? Get you some coffee. Or something."
Her punch hit! Ten points to Dolphin! They were still playing by points, right? In that case... who was ahead? Let's see, that first fight he'd totally stabbed her in the non-boobs, but she'd also chucked him across the room and even knocked him down. Oh, and then the next fight she'd clipped him with her teeth -- that had been scary, whoops, sorry Gabs -- and totally knocked him out and she'd even gone out of her way to get him healed.
So that put her ahead, didn't it? Then, their one sparring match that that one cute, nice boy had interrupted... Gabriel had scored totally unfairly, but that had gotten him up a bunch, so...
Yeah, she was totally lost. Math was, surprisingly, one of the lycan's strong points, but not when she was slightly drunk and more than a teeny bit smitten.
She was ready to hit him again, but instead he just kind of staggered and looked winded, before grabbing her arm. The girl grinned up at his glaring face, allowed him to tug her along after him.
"Coffeee?" she drawled in response, stumbling a bit. A second later they were out the door, and the cold air hit the lycan in the face. She wasn't that affected by it, of course, what with the adrenaline still thrumming through her veins and the alcohol a nice warm pit in the center of her stomach, but she drew closer to Gabriel anyway.
Closerrrrr.
"Gabby, where's coffeee this laaate?"
Step, step. Did Gabriel know where they were going? He had to, right?
"Gabby, shh, don't tell, but... I think I'm a liiittle tipsy, haha."
She wavered momentarily, only stayed upright because of the hand on her elbow.
"Gaaabby, you're sooo helpful. Aha, I almost fellll."
The lycan paused, reached up with her other arm to pet at his arm. Man, he sure hated being touched, didn't he! It struck her as funny, so she kept doing it, grinning up at him as she did. He'd probably be mad! Maybe they could fight again? Oh no, what if they were done for the night? She didn't want to be done yet.
"Gabbyyy, do we not getta fight anymore?"
There something like disappointment on her face, mixed in there somewhere amongst the adoration and drunken blush. Gabriel. Fight. Coffee date. What an awesome night.
Post by Gabriel Adams on Dec 3, 2010 14:28:01 GMT -5
Gabriel resisted the urge to shake her off, glancing back irritably. Coffee date, who even cared any more. It wouldn't change a thing whether he discouraged or encouraged. She'd either start crying again, or kick his ass. Frankly, Gabriel had given up the idea of winning fairly. Sooner or later he'd have to trick her/him in to letting her guard down. He just hadn't quite figured out how, not without doing things he didn't want to.
Things Orca certainly seemed to have in mind.
Ugh.
"Yeah, I've noticed," he said, regarded 'just a little tipsy' Orca with a sideways look and then an eye roll. His chest still hurt, but he'd survive. Lately Gabriel had been in the mood for killing, and there were few things he could kill without blowing his cover. Orca was not one of them. Sparky would find out - somehow, they probably had a telepathic link or something - and he would know exactly who to blame.
As much as he hated to think about it, he would have to leave again once he got Orca. Unless Gabriel got both of them, although likely Cobalt would mention sooner or later the dangerous habits of his student. That would be hilarious to explain. See, we were having a fight, and ....
Yeah, no.
Gabriel walked her outside, keeping a tight grip on her arm, the knife at his side. The air had grown brisk while they were inside, not that it hadn't been cold to begin with. He paused, then gave her a push, just enough to keep her from clawing at him or something. She wanted to fight, she said.
Some how that made it not as much fun. Gabriel didn't want to have another senseless spar, but it wouldn't be fair to Orca to just start after her while she was, excuse me, a little bit tipsy. He sighed, breath misting in front of him, and stared at the sky.
Hell.
"If you still want to," Gabriel murmured. Fight, he meant. He supposed he could indulge her for a bit. Maybe she would pass out from the drunkedness soon. That would have been lovely. Peace and quiet. At the moment he couldn't even remember why he had been looking for Orca. The incident with the potion had distracted him.
What had he wanted the lycan for?
Ugh.
He glanced over at her, wondering she was thinking. At least she wasn't freaking out about being a girl any more, although doubtless it would come up once more at some point.971
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