So he'd ended up taking Draven to the coffin. He had a horrible feelng about it, but he did so anyways. It was late at night, and he assumed Gabe would be there. Assumed. It didn't help that he'd yelled at every Ravenclaw he found to tell the older boy to come find him in the Crypt.
This was his fourth time in there, and he still hated it. It was cold, it was dark, and it sent all the wrong, horrible, disgusting feelings through him.
He wasn't sure if Draven had followed behind, but the place gave him such an ominous and violated feeling that he really didn't want to turn around and look. He paused at the grave that Gabe and he had made, and looked down at it. He shuddered, remembering the sound of the knife slicing into the man's chest. The feel of it ripping through flesh.
He was thoroughly sickened now, and braced himself against the wall.
"Maybe I shouldn't have taken you here, Draven. It was a stupid idea. I...I really don't like the idea of you being anywhere near this place."
But he had anyways. Another stupid mistake by Zephyrus.
That may cost his boyfriend his life.
Genius.
"I don't like this one bit." He came here for a reason, though. And he couldn't give up now. Not with so much at stake.
No matter how sick he felt. No matter how much he wanted to leave. No matter hoe much he was shaking- wait when did he start shaking?
He hated this. With the burning passion of a trillion suns.
DERP!
Last Edit: May 9, 2011 20:12:04 GMT -5 by Zephyrus
It wasn't until they'd arrived at the crypt that Draven's nervousness really began to set in. Even Zeph shouting at every Ravenclaw they came across, telling them to tell Gabe where he'd be, hadn't fazed him. But this, actually arriving at the designated meeting spot, brought a chill down the boy's spine. He was staring at the grave of the man Zeph had been forced to kill, with a lump in his throat the size of Antarctica. He was glad when Zeph broke the silence.
"Maybe I shouldn't have taken you here, Draven. It was a stupid idea. I...I really don't like the idea of you being anywhere near this place."
Draven shook his head. "It's proper to take care of it here, Zeph. Here where the man you were threatened into killing lies." He took his eyes off the gravestone and focused them on Zeph. "You know it too, deep inside. That's why you chose this place."
"I don't like this one bit."
"No going back now," he said as he stroked Zeph's arm. There really was no going back. If Gabe came here and Zeph was nowhere to be found, Draven was pretty sure his boyfriend would be hunted down. Gabe might get at him when Draven wasn't around. Zeph would be forced to kill someone again, or worse, maybe Gabe would decide to end the Gryffindor's life. Draven wasn't about to risk that.
Then, as an afterthought, he pulled out his wand and moved it in a circular motion while pointing it at the grave. "Orchideous." A wreath of flowers appeared at the bottom of the gravestone. A gift for the departed who would hopefully be avenged tonight.
He put his wand back in his pocket and looked at Zeph again. "Time for me to hide like I promised." He gave Zeph a pat on the shoulder. "Remember: first sign of trouble and I'm getting Headmaster Windwaltz. I'm not losing you." He quickly hugged Zeph before ducking behind a nearby coffin.
He felt like a bloody coward, even if this had been the agreement.
Last Edit: May 9, 2011 20:31:00 GMT -5 by ~Draven~
Post by Gabriel Adams on May 9, 2011 20:49:40 GMT -5
Gabriel too had revisted the grave. He leaned, listening to the voice in the dark. Draven? So the boy wasn't alone. Good to know. He wasn't here because he had been told to be, although several had passed along a message from 'that weird Gryffindor kid'. Mostly, he was here to find out why Zeph had wanted him here. Originally, he hadn't planned to be seen, but it was late, and Gabriel was tired. He was sick of playing games.
The Ravenclaw walked forward, arms crossed over his chest. He had heard the faintness of another voice, but part of him had convinced himself that he was hearing things. It was almost laughable. Zeph 'didn't like this'.
"You keep saying that, yet you're still walking down here."
The dark acted a cloak as well as any, and now Gabriel picked up the lantern he had brought with him. Light slipped over the room, The wand from the body laying inside the grave rested in his pocket, but in his free hand, he held a blade. Gabriel shifted the lantern, peering at the emptiness behind Zeph.
"Did killing somebody ruin your mind? Or is somebody hiding?" The lantern clinked against stone as he set it down. The blade caught the light for a second and Gabriel stepped towards him. A glance around showed nothing.
Time had allowed Gabriel to heal. He took a step forward, and then was on top of him, pushing him against a wall with an arm across his throat and the knife in the other hand.
"You can't have been stupid enough to come down here by yourself, would you?" Gabriel snarled. "What did you think was going to happen?"
The lamplight flickered with a gust of wind, and he might have sworn there were voices on that. He wouldn't be surprised. Ghosts, however, was something Gabriel didn't like. There wasn't some deep, cryptic meaning to it, like he thought the souls of those he had tortured were going to come back and murder him in his sleep.
They just gave him the creeps.
His momentary distraction passed.
Gabriel shoved off, knocking Zeph in to the wall again. He flipped the knife in his hand, watching the Gryffindor intently. Was this a lion's bravery, to venture where he had no business being? He was starting to believe that all Gryffindors were just stupid.
The Ravenclaw took a step back, glancing around.
It would be stupid for him to fully believe Zeph was so stupid. He eyed the shadows of the room, wondering what might hide there.
"What's going to stop me from finishing what I started?"
Irritation kept his attention on Zeph. Stupid. Why? Why were they here?
"What do you want? Talk fast. You wouldn't believe what a knife can do in three seconds." He tilted his head to one side, waiting. Zeph could put in his two cents.
Torture was always better if the mind was already damaged. The knife point pressed to the hollow of Zeph's throat while Gabriel waited. Threatening, but not hurting. Gabriel could wait for a little while, maybe.
"Time for me to hide like I promised. Remember: first sign of trouble and I'm getting Headmaster Windwaltz. I'm not losing you."
He nodded. Steeling himself.
"You keep saying that, yet you're still walking down here."
He jumped, all of his efforts gone. "It's an obvious thing to say, if you're in a place like this."
"Did killing somebody ruin your mind? Or is somebody hiding?"
This time, Gabriel had an knife on one hand and was pinning him against the wall with an arm on Zeph's throat. He let out a surprised yelp as he collided with the wall.
"You can't have been stupid enough to come down here by yourself, would you? What did you think was going to happen?"
"I'm not that stupid, Gabriel. I knew this would happen if we both came at the same time."
Gabriel let go and shoved him into the wall again.
"What's going to stop me from finishing what I started?"
He had no answer to that.
"What do you want? Talk fast. You wouldn't believe what a knife can do in three seconds."
The knife was soon pressed to the hollow of his throat. Despite it not having any physical effect on him, he couldn't speak. It had been too soon. Much too soon. He hated Draven being her, seeing him so weak. He hated being near Gabriel. He hated this place. He hated that woman. He hated himself for being a goddamn coward.
Draven shouldn't be here. It was sending off alarms that stayed quiet through most of his life. Draven should run.
He tried his hardest not to look over where Draven hid. But he ended up doing so anyways.
It didn't take long for Gabe to show up. In fact, if Draven had taken much more time getting into a hiding place, the Ravenclaw would have seen him. That thought had the boy's heart racing as he listened to the exchange of words.
"You keep saying that, yet you're still walking down here."
"It's an obvious thing to say, if you're in a place like this."
"Did killing somebody ruin your mind? Or is somebody hiding?"
Shit. What if Gabe had seen him? He didn't have much time to think on that, though, before he heard a yelp followed by the sound of someone being slammed into the wall. Zeph. He raised himself up just enough to peek over the top of the coffin, eyes widening when he saw what was happening. Gabe had a knife to Zeph's throat. Draven got back down quickly so Gabe wouldn't see him, but he had a feeling he'd need to come out of hiding fairly soon. Things were indeed getting out of hand.
"You can't have been stupid enough to come down here by yourself, would you? What did you think was going to happen?"
"I'm not that stupid, Gabriel. I knew this would happen if we both came at the same time."
Another slam, this one making Draven flinch. He needed to go now but fear had him rooted to the spot. He tried willing himself to get up, run for the exit and to the Headmaster's office like he'd originally planned, but his shaking body refused to budge. A tear fell from his right eye.
"What's going to stop me from finishing what I started? What do you want? Talk fast. You wouldn't believe what a knife can do in three seconds."
Gabe wasn't screwing around. That had been a genuine threat, confirming in Draven's mind that there wasn't time to get the Headmaster. If Zeph was going to have more than a snowball's chance in Hell, something had to be done immediately. Draven had to do something immediately. A distraction. Take Gabe's attention off Zeph.
But what?
Spells were out of the question. Draven didn't know how to do them wordlessly yet and he had every intention of staying hidden whatever he did. Maybe he could throw something, then? Yes, that was a viable option. He could duck back down, crawl to another coffin if need be. All he needed was for Gabe to look away for a second, give Zeph a chance to get loose.
There wasn't anything in his immediate vicinity that he could throw, though. The crypt was pretty devoid of rocks and other lose bits of debris. He needed to think of something else. A shoe? Yes. He had two of them. He could throw one now and save the next one for when Zeph was pinned again. Brilliant. He undid the laces of his left shoe and tugged it off, shivering as cold air hit his sweaty sock. Damn that was frigid.
Shoe in hand, he peeked over the coffin and planned his throw. He was hoping to get Gabe in the neck. That would hurt like hell. Heck, if he did it right Gabe might even get a broken neck and Draven and Zeph could get the hell out of here. That was a long shot, but it was worth going for. He got to his feet and threw his shoe, praying that this was going to work--
The shoe missed Gabe by a foot, smacking the wall to the right of him with a sound like thunder.
Immediately, Draven began to panic. It missed. It MISSED. Now what was he going to do? He didn't have time to pull off his other shoe. Dammit, he should have taken both off at once. He was too busy berating himself mentally to realize that he was still standing up, in plain sight.
Post by Gabriel Adams on May 10, 2011 9:18:47 GMT -5
Sounds of pain. If Gabriel hadn't decided to give him a chance, he might have done something to call out more. But, even if to his own mind, he had promised to wait.
Fear, the thing Gabriel fed off of. Zeph was full of it, any idiot with eyes could see that. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like if he were something else, one of the lycans or the vampire Victoria had threatened to make him. To taste fear, to smell it.
There was a soft rustling, sound. Zeph looked, and Gabriel took a step back. Even still, the launched weapon missed him by a foot - funny - and smacked against the back wall. On a reflex, Gabriel drew a smaller knife and threw it. He missed, he knew he would, but it would still be a bit nerve-wracking. Gabriel didn't aim to harm - he aimed to scare.
Not that this one needed it.
"Draven, right?" Gabriel pulled Zeph with him. "Is that what he called you?"
He gave Zeph a push, letting him go.
"Is that the game, then, Zeph?" Ambush. It was an amusing idea, and it would have worked. Unfortunately, they hadn't planned too far ahead. Gabriel studied Draven. He supposed he had seen the boy around, but lately, Gabriel hadn't been committing anyone to memory unless they were life-threatening.
This boy was not life-threatening. But, Gabriel supposed, he might be if he pushed him far enough. The idea was an interesting one.
"You got a wand, you should use it. Or pick up the knife." Gabriel tilted his head to one side. "What are you going to do? What are you two down here for?"
They didn't look ready to fight him. Hell. "If you're here to talk, talk," Gabriel called, waiting. He could be patient. His eyes trailed over the cobwebs along the wall, over loose bones. No one would blink if they found two more bodies down here.
Why, why why ... So many questions. Gabriel snapped his gaze back to the two boys. Zeph hadn't said a word so far. They both look frail, but Gabriel knew compared to some things, he was fragile too. It would be easy to gut them both, they really didn't know what they were doing. Zeph, at least, had some sort of an idea.
He found himself speaking again, trying to draw some sort of reaction.
"What did Zeph tell you about me?" Gabriel asked. For the moment, he felt relatively calm. Whatever loose wires he had that made him strange weren't acting up at the current moment. He felt relatively at ease, not even .. violent.
Waiting, waiting.
Something had snapped though.
Leaving. Would he leave soon? Maybe when he had finished up here. Maybe. Waiting.
The sound of something hitting the wall made Zeph jump. He looked down to see that it was a shoe. His heart began to race then, since he saw Draven not moving to hide. Gabriel threw a knife at Draven.
"No!" his voice broke. Not him. Oh fuck please dear god not him.
It missed. Gabe then started toward the boy, tugging Zeph along with him. Zeph didn't protest.
"Draven, right? Is that what he called you?"
He swallowed hard. Gabriel had heard them. He knew.
Gabe pushed him away, letting go. Zeph lost his balance and somehow didn't fall as he blindly searched for something to lean on, keeping his eyes switching between Draven and Gabe every few seconds.
His hands met the wall, and soon, he was leaning on it, trying to control his breath. He was panicking. Gabriel was close, almost arms-length away from Draven. Zeph, was a few feet away. If something were to happen, he wouldn't make it in time to protect Draven.
"Is that the game, then, Zeph?" He still couldn't find his voice.
Gabriel looked at Draven again, and Zeph's heart caught in his throat. "You got a wand, you should use it. Or pick up the knife. What are you going to do? What are you two down here for? If you're here to talk, talk."
He still couldn't speak. He was afraid. More afraid than before. Draven...Draven shouldn't have done anything. He should've run. He should've gone somewhere else. He shouldn't fucking be there.
Had it not been for Zephyrus crying out, Draven might not have seen the knife flying toward him. That yell, though, jolted him into action. He ducked down, though perhaps a bit too fast: he lost his balance and fell backward, hitting the back of his head on the hard floor. The impact made his head spin, but at least he didn't have a knife in him. Groaning, he sat up. "Agh..." He was preoccupied rubbing the back of his head as Gabriel approached. It wasn't until the man spoke that Draven scrambled backward.
"Draven, right? Is that what he called you?"
He didn't answer. Gabriel pushed Zeph away, and while Draven should have been more focused on the enemy his eyes were fixed on his boyfriend. He looked awful unsteady, as if the gentlest of breezes might knock him over. Not that Draven was much better, what with his dizziness from hitting his head. Was this really all it took to incapacitate the pair of them?
"Is that the game, then, Zeph?"
Draven bristled. He didn't like Gabriel calling Zephyrus by that name. That name was for friends, not murderers and sadists. Draven would snarl quietly as he pushed himself into a crouching, then standing position. His fists were clenched. "Don't call him that," he said, his voice dripping with hatred.
"You got a wand, you should use it. Or pick up the knife. What are you going to do? What are you two down here for? If you're here to talk, talk."
So he wanted the pleasure of taking down an armed opponent, did he? Fine. Draven reached down and grabbed the knife, tightly gripping the handle in his left hand. "I think you know why we're here, unless you somehow forgot who was buried here two weeks past." Surely he hadn't forgotten in such a short time. If he had, he was more of a monster than Draven had originally thought.
"What did Zeph tell you about me?"
He gripped the knife more tightly, gaze hardening into a deadly glare. "I said don't call him that. That's what friends call him. Not people who hold a knife to his throat. Not people who enjoy controlling him with fear." Draven began walk towards Gabriel, his voice rising as he did so. "Not people who force him to kill an innocent man! DON'T YOU DARE CALL HIM THAT, GABRIEL!"
Throwing the knife aside, Draven pulled out his wand and pointed it at Gabriel. "FURNUNCULUS!" Assuming the spell hit its target, Gabriel would begin sprouting boils all over his body. Not the most damaging spell in existence, but it was the best Draven had at his disposal.
Post by Gabriel Adams on May 10, 2011 16:02:24 GMT -5
The Gryffindor still didn't speak. That frustrated Gabriel. What could he work with? He needed words. That was how one had a conversation, right? Zeph was making it difficult by being so quiet.
Draven nearly busted his ass trying to avoid the attack. But then, he fueled their little conversation. He kept things interesting. At least, for now, the other could keep Gabriel amused. Zeph, just saying that name had drawn a reaction from Draven. It was rather entertaining, frankly. Such a little thing.
Gabriel didn't know what else to call him. Had Zeph given him another name - Ah yes, the full. Zephyrus Rayne, wasn't it?
"A dead man has nothing to do with anything in the present. Unless you aim to bring him back to life," Gabriel murmured, eyes narrowed. Surely that wasn't the reason. They wouldn't be so stupid. It wouldn't work, they'd likely only kill themselves in the process.
Draven had a temper that was quickly becoming apparent. It was laughable, his outrage, over such a silly thing.
"The man would have died either way, your friend just sped along the process." Gabriel spat. "It might be called merciful, if you want to tell yourself that. Is that why you're here? To make yourself feel better?"
Gabriel felt his own irritation twisting in to something else. Then, the spell. Gabriel dropped to the ground. So, that was how the game would play. The spell hissed overhead, nearly scraping the top of his head, and hit the back wall with a smell like burnt sugar.
"Don't be stupid," Gabriel called, getting back up. "If you wanted to tell me something, do it now. I'm not going to wait much longer." He pulled a second throwing knife from his belt. "Next time it won't miss."
He glanced at Zephyrus. Still quiet. If he wanted to talk, he would. Gabriel wouldn't force him.
Draven had freaked out completely when Gabriel had used Zeph's nickname. Zeph, still unable to speak, just watched.
Draven soon ended up casting a spell, which Gabriel dodged. The eldest boy then pulled out another throwing knife.
"Don't be stupid, if you wanted to tell me something, do it now. I'm not going to wait much longer. Next time it won't miss."
"Damn right it won't miss." Zeph growled, stepping away from the wall. "Don't you fucking touch him, you dirty bastard."
He glared at Gabriel, having restored his courage at the mention of Draven being pierced with a knife.
"If you throw anything at him..." He couldn't think of something threatening. That wasn't his forte.
He was the nice guy. The friend. The guy who always had your back, especially in times like this. The guy who protected those he loved without ever thinking of what the consequences might be. Not the guy who hurt others because he wanted to. Not the guy who used others. Who treated his friends and family like shit.
"Don't touch him."
Because if you do...
He took a few uneasy steps forward, staring at Gabe intently.
Then he quickly moved over and picked up the knife the Ravenclaw had thrown at Draven and pointed the edge at Gabriel as he moved in front of Draven.
"Don't."
He was trying to keep calm as hard as he could. But he knew that if Gabriel hurt Draven, someone would bleed. Hopefully not Draven.
"The man would have died either way, your friend just sped along the process. It might be called merciful, if you want to tell yourself that. Is that why you're here? To make yourself feel better?"
This guy was really grating on Draven's nerves. Using Zeph's nickname, acting like nothing was wrong, and now trying to tell Draven that killing the man had been a merciful act. "I rather doubt you had mercy in mind when you told Zeph to kill that man." More likely, Gabriel had been enjoying how easy it was to mess with Draven's sweet Gryffindor, how fun it was to break him emotionally. The thought made Draven want to throw another spell at Gabriel, even if it would likely miss again.
"Don't be stupid, if you wanted to tell me something, do it now. I'm not going to wait much longer. Next time it won't miss."
Another knife. Of course he had another knife. He wouldn't have let Draven take the other one otherwise. Seeing that blade in Gabriel's hand made some of the boy's rage-fueled courage slip away. He believed Gabriel when he said it wouldn't miss. Draven still thought he'd only avoided injury from the last one because he dodged in time, after all. He tightened his grip on his wand.
"Damn right it won't miss. Don't you fucking touch him, you dirty bastard."
The sound of Zeph's voice startled Draven for a moment. He hadn't expected to hear his boyfriend again. Zeph wasn't really the type to talk when he was scared, and it was obvious that he still was. Draven could see it in his eyes as Zeph approached him and Gabriel.
"If you throw anything at him...Don't touch him."
Draven backed up a bit as Zephyrus got between him and Gabriel, knife in hand. "Zeph..." He had a sinking feeling that Gabriel wouldn't like being challenged like that, and Zeph was now the nearest target. Draven didn't like that.
"Don't."
Draven bit his lip. He really wanted his boyfriend to shut up before Gabriel lost patience and showed his true colors. He wanted to push Zeph aside, too, tell him to get out of here. He was the faster of the two. He should go get the Headmaster while Draven kept Gabriel busy. It would never work, though. Zeph was in full-on Protect Mode. Draven wasn't going to be let out of his sight.
He peeked around the Gryffindor, glaring at Gabriel and pointing his wand at him again. "Don't touch him either. 'Next time it won't miss.'" There was a pause as Draven let that little bit of mockery sink in. "I think you're the stupid one, Gabriel, for thinking you'd get away with using Zeph to do your dirty work. For thinking he didn't have friends that would come to his aid." He narrowed his eyes. "We're here to ensure justice is served."
Last Edit: May 10, 2011 18:48:05 GMT -5 by ~Draven~
Post by Layne F. Larkin on May 10, 2011 22:59:17 GMT -5
Pedo was a fucking idiot. What was he thinking, yelling around the whole goddamn castle saying that he wanted to meet some guy at the crypt after school? Did he think shit like that didn't fucking get around? It was so fucking obvious (not to mention suspicious) that even Layne, as uninterested as she usually was in gossip and shit, heard about it.
Obviously, it wasn't like he was fucking the bird behind the Kid's back. As much as she didn't really like Pedo, she doubted he'd be such a douche-tard as to rub it in the Kid's face like that.
Besides, the bird in question wasn't really Pedo's type. He was too old, for one thing.
And he was fucking creeptastic for another.
Not that Layne was some kind of freakzoid stalker bitch, but tonight she'd been in some shadowy corner of the Crypt for the past few hours. She was just shit outta luck that she was easily bored, and had fallen asleep on her watch. Only the distant thumping sound of Draven's shoe missing the bird woke her.
"Ugh...shit. Stone floors are definitely not the shit," she groaned to herself as she sat up. She didn't know what was going on, or even what time it was, so she decided it was best to go to bed now, and then interrogate the Kid tomorrow. Only, they were all standing between her and the exit. Fuck! This shit always happened to her. Layne was smart enough to remain silent in the shadows for a moment, hidden as it were. She wanted to know what the hell was going on.
"I rather doubt you had mercy in mind when you told Zeph to kill that man."
...wait, what the fuck!? Pedo killed a dude?
That was some hardcore shit. Now, Layne was up for just about anything under the sune. She stole, lied, cheated, threatened people, and maimed them when they chose to disregard those threats, but she'd never actually killed anyone.
In an instant, Layne's wand was in her hand. From the context, she gathered that it was the bird's fault...of course. She'd always known birds were douchebags and assholes, but she hadn't known they were actually evil. Ever since her duel with Jasper, almost a year ago now, she'd been working on her silent casting.
sectumsempra, she commanded soundlessly, aiming for Gabriel.
"Whoo!" There were no footsteps to proceed his entrance into the dimly lit crypt, not for this deceptively sly lycan. He was just suddenly there, peering over Rainbow Chick's shoulder and watching everything with an avidly amused expression on his tanned face. Haha! Wow. Shit was really going down in there, wasn't it? Gabs looked totally just about ready to gut one or both of the kiddies standing there and looking way too dramatic, conversing back and forth with an air of sorrow lining each and every obviously-way-too-thought-out word.
Whoa! That was kinda mean of him, wasn't it? After all, he didn't really know either of those kids, nope. Rainbow Hair sure rang a bell, and he was sure if they actually spoke he'd remember her (maybe (probably not (definitely not))), but for now she was just in his way and currently aiming her little magic stick-y at his good buddy Gabriel.
Who, thank goodness, was still alive! Imagine that, and he hadn't even been around to stop the wannabe serial killer from offing himself due to some imagined psychosis or other. What had that kitty's name been again? Vicky? Some shit like that, yeah. Dumb bitch had best stay away from his Gabby if she knew what was good for her. After all, how could they have their stabbity-stab fun when she was draining all the kid's energy nightly. Fucked up, if you asked him, which you shouldn't.
The girl in front of him didn't say anything, but the wand seemed to tremble -- or was that just his imagination? Haha, probably, but just in case -- "Gabbyyyy, watch out!" Ignoring whether the attack was real and the boy had listened or not, the lycan slid out from behind Rainbow Face, zeroing in on the two itty bittys, one of whom also had a wand pointed Gabriel's way. Gosh, that kid sure did have a shitton of enemies, didn't he?
"'Scuse me," he said, waving at them with one bare arm. "Heyyyy!" He sure didn't look like much, barely visible within the light that Gabriel's puny lantern cast, chocolate brown hair cascading sloppily around his neck and thrown helter-skelter across his forehead. He was clad casually too, jeans and a dirty white t-shirt (if one looked close enough, they would see the letters c-o-b-a-l-t spelled out across the chest in faded black sharpie -- it was one of Sparky's old gym shirts, and Orca had thus claimed it his own. How cute, right? Totally wearing each other's clothes and everything.). The smile on his feminine features was genuine, with maybe a bit too much tooth in it, and his eyes were bright, flashing friendly blue-green that was only a teeny bit yellow. He was in control of himself for real real, not for play play. Yeah!
"Motherfuckers, you really need to relax! I mean, haha, I know from experience Gabby over thar c'n throw one of his damn knives tons faster than any shitty spell you c'n do." He considered some of his words, the pause brief enough there would be no time for either of them to break in. "Ooh! That goes for me too, haha. Don't spell me, okay? Gosh, I just hate magic." Hands on his hips, he watched the two intently. If either of them made a move, he was tensed, ready to spring forward and smite them down. Smote? Smote them down? Goddamn tenses. Whatever.
Post by Gabriel Adams on May 11, 2011 7:51:37 GMT -5
Now that was laughable. Zeph - or Zephyrus, as he was apparently supposed to be called - had no threat.
'Don't.'
Gabriel watched him pick up the knife with a little more interest. It would be good for him to get in a little sparring. It had been awhile since all that. Of course, he'd been almost murdered by a vampire in between these times, as well as the latest bullshit with dementors.
Infuriating.
"Two birds with one stone then, right? I get what I want." Gabriel gestured to the coffin of the dead man. "He gets to go to peace a little bit sooner."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
Gabriel fixed one eye on the Gryffindor, amused by his words. "I won't have to touch him," he replied calmly. Both of them, silly. They had nothing to back up their words. "You both seem to be all talk to me. And you're holding that wrong."
The last statement was directly to Zeph, who was holding the knife a little ... incorrectly. Gabriel held up his own as an example, a half-smile on his lips. They were rather dramatic. Gabriel could be like that, mostly with Orca around, because they would get in to talking on subjects that he didn't know another way to talk about. There was no way to talk about his past and not sound dramatic. Unless he wanted to sound like none of it matter. Oh, I found a dead guy, one time. One of my classmates, he hung himself. Weird, huh?
It did matter.
Before he could comment on Draven's little speech, a fourth (fifth???) joined the meeting. Gabriel heard the lycan's call and instinctively stepped sideways, not sure what to expect. He almost dropped the knife as a blinding pain shot across his arm, and he drew air much too fast. Son of a bitch. His eyes fastened on the girl sitting on the floor, and the lycan behind her. Obviously, it wasn't Orca - even if the lycan could use magic, he wouldn't have done that.
Despite nearly being murdered by Gabriel four or five times, Orca kept with him. They had some kind of stupid friendship Gabriel didn't know how to explain. Right now, Gabriel wasn't entirely happy to see him. Sure, he was glad Orca had kept him from being skewered by invisible, silent spells, but ....
It complicated things. Not that Orca gave a damn about Gabriel's murdering tendencies.
"Layne Larkin, I do believe," Gabriel called. "Did you ever find out what a microwave does?"
A cheeky grin accompanioned it. He could guess why she was here. If she remembered him, all the more amusing.
"Thanks," he added, tossing a grateful look at the lycan. He shifted his attention to the two boys.
"What kind of 'justice' did you have in mind? Murder?" He chuckled. "Even she had the gall to use some sort of destructive spell."
While he spoke, he shifted his body, hiding the movement of one hand. Reaching for his wand. Well, not truly his. But it would do, until he found that damned vampire and got his back. He turned quickly and pointed it at the only person who had proved to be a threat since his arrival.
"Expelliarmus." Even if he managed to hit, it was likely the girl's wand wouldn't go to him but somewhere off to the side. It was hard to concentrate when one's arm felt like it had been severed.
Shit. Blood.
And they were in the god damned crypt. He was not in the mood to draw the attention of some stupid vampire.
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"I won't have to touch him, you both seem to be all talk to me. And you're holding that wrong."
Zeph glared at him and quickly fixed the way he was holding the knife. Something inside him raged. No one was going to touch Draven with hurtful intentions and get away with it. Even if they weren't technically touching him in any way. Zeph almost wanted to immobilise him. Forcefully. Without magic.
But attacking sounded better. In a way.
Two people joined. One seemed to have their back, but one of them, the one he could see, he didn't recognise. A fairly handsome guy who seemed to be friends with Gabriel.
" Gabbyyyy, watch out! 'Scuse me, heyyyy! Motherfuckers, you really need to relax! I mean, haha, I know from experience Gabby over thar c'n throw one of his damn knives tons faster than any shitty spell you c'n do. Ooh! That goes for me too, haha. Don't spell me, okay? Gosh, I just hate magic."
Despite that laid-back take on the situation, Zeph understood what that new guy meant. but he wondered why Fabe had jumped back so suddenly.
For some odd reason, he found the way that new guy acted sort of endearing. Especially odd in the situation he and Draven were in right now.
"Layne Larkin, I do believe, did you ever find out what a microwave does?"
So she was the other one. He smiled, glad to know that he was on...good? terms with her. And she seemed to like Draven, which was a bonus. Two people protecting him was much better. It certainly made Zeph feel more at ease. But he still wasn't about to drop the idea of attacking Gabe.
"Thanks," Gabriel looked over at the dude near Layne.
"What kind of 'justice' did you have in mind? Murder? Even she had the gall to use some sort of destructive spell."
So that's what Layne had done.
"Expelliarmus."
As Gabe's attention was diverted, Zeph ran at him, not thinking, just acting on...well, he didn't know. Something had changed though.
He attempted to pin Gabe into a wall. If he succeeded, that knife in his hand would press softly against Gabe's throat.
He didn't realise that Gabe also had both a knife and a wand, and another guy on his side.
Fucking genius, Zeph. Perform the most stupidly brave act you've ever done when surrounded by older people who were obviously more intelligent and hella stronger than you.
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