Post by Gabriel Adams on Oct 21, 2010 13:14:49 GMT -5
ooc: Orca, thanks.
The shop hadn't been hard to get into. Gabriel had taken a hammer to the nails - crude but effective, since they were spelled to keep a simple removal spell from working. He hadn't felt like trying to think of a better spell, it was just easier to pick up a hammer and set about it. Now he sat on a crate, full of some prank toy or another, contemplating. This place was as good as any to think.
Unfortunately, not even the most seemingly deserted of places were really deserted. The lump in the corner Gabriel had taken to be a pile of rags covered in hair balls moved, apparently alerted by the sound of breaking boards. Gabriel had decided at some point to get up and barricade the window he'd broken in through. The initial noise hadn't woken the hobo up, but the scraping of boxes had.
It wouldn't stop a really determined person ... but still. It'd slow them down, and give him an alert - however much that would help. Gabriel glanced back at the man in the corner, slate gray eyes indifferent. The man stared back with watery, blood shot eyes - he was either drugged or he hadn't slept in awhile. Gabriel chewed his lip and went to his bag, fetching a turkey sandwich wrapped in plastic wrap. He set it on the crate, conjured a candle and lit it, then walked over to the man.
"Come on over," Gabriel offered. "Eating lunch alone is boring." He gave a friendly grin - more like a snarl but invisible in the dark. The man didn't notice the difference. He squinted at him.
"This is Jed's spot. You not supposed to be in here," the man said, hugging his blankets tighter to him. Gabriel kept his hand out, waiting.
"I'll leave when I've had lunch. When we're done. Okay?" After a long moment the man took the hand. Gabriel planted his feet and pulled him up, the other hand coming out of his pocket a moment later. The knife plunged into the man's stomach up to the hilt. Jed drew a gasping breath.
"Not fair."
Gabriel laughed, a sound with joy. "We're just getting started."
If Gabriel had left the knife there, hadn't tried to heal it, the man would have been dead in twenty minutes. After twenty minutes of agonizing pain, dear Jed would have bled out. But Gabriel wasn't going to let that happen. Not yet. He'd studied spells for this.
It wasn't like this was the first death.
Gabriel left the knife near the candle, reaching for his wand. He threw the man back into the wall, muttering a magnified episkey spell as he went. It would heal him - for the most part.
"Petrificus Totalus." Funny how such simple spells had such wonderful uses. Had the creator known what he was giving to the world? For as locked up, as frozen, as Jed was he could still feel. Gabriel glanced at the other knife, thought on it, and pulled a different once from the sheath at his wrist.
This one worked better anyway. At least, for what he had in mind.
[part two in a minute]
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The shop hadn't been hard to get into. Gabriel had taken a hammer to the nails - crude but effective, since they were spelled to keep a simple removal spell from working. He hadn't felt like trying to think of a better spell, it was just easier to pick up a hammer and set about it. Now he sat on a crate, full of some prank toy or another, contemplating. This place was as good as any to think.
Unfortunately, not even the most seemingly deserted of places were really deserted. The lump in the corner Gabriel had taken to be a pile of rags covered in hair balls moved, apparently alerted by the sound of breaking boards. Gabriel had decided at some point to get up and barricade the window he'd broken in through. The initial noise hadn't woken the hobo up, but the scraping of boxes had.
It wouldn't stop a really determined person ... but still. It'd slow them down, and give him an alert - however much that would help. Gabriel glanced back at the man in the corner, slate gray eyes indifferent. The man stared back with watery, blood shot eyes - he was either drugged or he hadn't slept in awhile. Gabriel chewed his lip and went to his bag, fetching a turkey sandwich wrapped in plastic wrap. He set it on the crate, conjured a candle and lit it, then walked over to the man.
"Come on over," Gabriel offered. "Eating lunch alone is boring." He gave a friendly grin - more like a snarl but invisible in the dark. The man didn't notice the difference. He squinted at him.
"This is Jed's spot. You not supposed to be in here," the man said, hugging his blankets tighter to him. Gabriel kept his hand out, waiting.
"I'll leave when I've had lunch. When we're done. Okay?" After a long moment the man took the hand. Gabriel planted his feet and pulled him up, the other hand coming out of his pocket a moment later. The knife plunged into the man's stomach up to the hilt. Jed drew a gasping breath.
"Not fair."
Gabriel laughed, a sound with joy. "We're just getting started."
If Gabriel had left the knife there, hadn't tried to heal it, the man would have been dead in twenty minutes. After twenty minutes of agonizing pain, dear Jed would have bled out. But Gabriel wasn't going to let that happen. Not yet. He'd studied spells for this.
It wasn't like this was the first death.
Gabriel left the knife near the candle, reaching for his wand. He threw the man back into the wall, muttering a magnified episkey spell as he went. It would heal him - for the most part.
"Petrificus Totalus." Funny how such simple spells had such wonderful uses. Had the creator known what he was giving to the world? For as locked up, as frozen, as Jed was he could still feel. Gabriel glanced at the other knife, thought on it, and pulled a different once from the sheath at his wrist.
This one worked better anyway. At least, for what he had in mind.
[part two in a minute]
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