Post by Gabriel Adams on Nov 20, 2010 0:42:15 GMT -5
ooc: First post for Azrael, thanks.
It had been even easier than last time to find somewhere to go. The Tunnel, as he had discovered on his last visit, was near empty. People still hadn't quite trickled back into this dark place, and perhaps they never would. It was really rather funny. Every time anyone tried to start their live over, someone else came along and well, stomped on their sand castle. For Gabriel, it seemed like a good place to start establishing some sort of grounds. He supposed his official start had been in Drakborough, shortly after his arrival here in town, but ... well. That had been more of a warm up than anything.
Gabriel's boots clicked on the stone walks. So many shops, so many places, deserted or destroyed. There were even spots that looked like burned stone. When had there been a fire? Gabriel thought it might be interesting to learn the history of this place. Silver eyes picked out a robed man tacking up a For Sale sign in a shop window. The Ravenclaw tossed a quick glance up and down the street. Nothing much, and even smaller. He glanced down at the badge gleaming on his chest.
An illusion spell made the slashes on his face faded into the pale skin, although one looking at him closely might see the slight nick in his nose, or the way the corner of his mouth tugged just a hairline too far. Still, it was dark enough - most of the street lights were blown up or thrown into disrepair. Gabriel called out from a safe distance, in case the other fellow overreacted and tried to blow Gabriel's head off.
"Excuse me?"
The guy glanced over his shoulder, went for his wand, then hesitated. His eyes found the badge. "You're up from the school, what are you doing down here? No shops open anymore." His accent was thick, but fortunately Gabriel understood enough Spanish to take a wild guess at what he'd said. This was Spain after all, and Spanish was the common tongue.
"Do you speak English?"
After a moment of hesitation, the man nodded. "Yes." The accent didn't fade, but Gabriel figured they could work past it. After all, he didn't need him to talk for very long. Most other vocalizations all sounded the same, no matter the language.
"Yes, I'm from the school, I just transferred in."
The man nodded, indicating he understood. Good. Gabriel wasn't in a patient mood. Over the next few minutes he repeatedly hugged his cloak around himself and occasionally threw in a shudder. Gabriel gestured around. "What happened here?"
"Eh, those things, the goverment calls them Inferi. Like zombies, but faster, thinkers." The man tapped his head for further demonstration. Gabriel found it took incredible willpower not to roll his eyes. Instead he plastered a very fake smile on his face and nodded, leaning forward with interest.
Eventually the wizard - god, he was dense- caught on and opened the door to the shop. "Would you like to come in? Its a bit of a mess, but I can find us somewhere to sit. Is this for a report or something?"
Gabriel seized on the concept and nodded his head a few times. "Yes, for my history class. We had to get a recent event, so I thought I'd give it a go."
With some reluctance he followed the man inside, shutting the door behind him with his foot. The man had moved to a desk and was sifting through papers - mostly news clippings. There was even an insurance form lying there, and Gabriel found a charred, nearly demolished section that might have been another room.
"Ah, here it is ..."
Gabriel walked up behind him, peering over the man's shoulder for a brief moment. That looked like what he wanted to read, at least something mildly interesting. Gabriel chewed on his lip ring for a moment, then pushed the knife into the man's back. It turned out to be more difficult than he'd originally thought to push the knife vertically up like that, just near the spine - it'd be too tough to just split the spine. 971
It had been even easier than last time to find somewhere to go. The Tunnel, as he had discovered on his last visit, was near empty. People still hadn't quite trickled back into this dark place, and perhaps they never would. It was really rather funny. Every time anyone tried to start their live over, someone else came along and well, stomped on their sand castle. For Gabriel, it seemed like a good place to start establishing some sort of grounds. He supposed his official start had been in Drakborough, shortly after his arrival here in town, but ... well. That had been more of a warm up than anything.
Gabriel's boots clicked on the stone walks. So many shops, so many places, deserted or destroyed. There were even spots that looked like burned stone. When had there been a fire? Gabriel thought it might be interesting to learn the history of this place. Silver eyes picked out a robed man tacking up a For Sale sign in a shop window. The Ravenclaw tossed a quick glance up and down the street. Nothing much, and even smaller. He glanced down at the badge gleaming on his chest.
An illusion spell made the slashes on his face faded into the pale skin, although one looking at him closely might see the slight nick in his nose, or the way the corner of his mouth tugged just a hairline too far. Still, it was dark enough - most of the street lights were blown up or thrown into disrepair. Gabriel called out from a safe distance, in case the other fellow overreacted and tried to blow Gabriel's head off.
"Excuse me?"
The guy glanced over his shoulder, went for his wand, then hesitated. His eyes found the badge. "You're up from the school, what are you doing down here? No shops open anymore." His accent was thick, but fortunately Gabriel understood enough Spanish to take a wild guess at what he'd said. This was Spain after all, and Spanish was the common tongue.
"Do you speak English?"
After a moment of hesitation, the man nodded. "Yes." The accent didn't fade, but Gabriel figured they could work past it. After all, he didn't need him to talk for very long. Most other vocalizations all sounded the same, no matter the language.
"Yes, I'm from the school, I just transferred in."
The man nodded, indicating he understood. Good. Gabriel wasn't in a patient mood. Over the next few minutes he repeatedly hugged his cloak around himself and occasionally threw in a shudder. Gabriel gestured around. "What happened here?"
"Eh, those things, the goverment calls them Inferi. Like zombies, but faster, thinkers." The man tapped his head for further demonstration. Gabriel found it took incredible willpower not to roll his eyes. Instead he plastered a very fake smile on his face and nodded, leaning forward with interest.
Eventually the wizard - god, he was dense- caught on and opened the door to the shop. "Would you like to come in? Its a bit of a mess, but I can find us somewhere to sit. Is this for a report or something?"
Gabriel seized on the concept and nodded his head a few times. "Yes, for my history class. We had to get a recent event, so I thought I'd give it a go."
With some reluctance he followed the man inside, shutting the door behind him with his foot. The man had moved to a desk and was sifting through papers - mostly news clippings. There was even an insurance form lying there, and Gabriel found a charred, nearly demolished section that might have been another room.
"Ah, here it is ..."
Gabriel walked up behind him, peering over the man's shoulder for a brief moment. That looked like what he wanted to read, at least something mildly interesting. Gabriel chewed on his lip ring for a moment, then pushed the knife into the man's back. It turned out to be more difficult than he'd originally thought to push the knife vertically up like that, just near the spine - it'd be too tough to just split the spine. 971