thearena | Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel.

As the week wore on, Gabriel became hungry. And thirsty. And all sorts of things that he wasn't enjoying one single bit. At least he knew what was going on, though. He wasn't completely ignorant, but being this hungry wasn't really doing a whole lot for him. Plus, he had nothing in the way of weapons or anything. He was... vulnerable and the only thing he knew for sure was that Wesker wasn't going to give him any help at all.

He opted for exploring the museum. He noticed that the more he kept moving, the less he wanted to stop and stay in one place until the arena was just over. He did at least have an advantage in experience, so he tried to skirt around as much of the tribute eye as possible... Sometimes that didn't always work out.

He had walked past them severl times, but only just got bored enough to pick one up. Its big smile had caught his eye at first, but he had the foresight to wonder how it could be of any use to him. Maybe for protection against an arrow to the face? Made sense, but if it could be used to scare the hell out of someone, that was much better.

He was only joking around when he put the mask up to his face the first time. The effects were instant and not exactly unnoticed. Just the feel of his wings-

It was the mask doing this. Something inside of it strengthened his grace over that of the Gamemakers' inhibitors. Of course, it was designed by them. It was meant to be here and he didn't recieve any more strength than what they wanted to give him. It was annoying and an outright disrespect to him and his Father. How dare they treat him just like the riff-raff? On the other hand... he missed his wings greatly. He missed it all greatly.

He would be annoyed later. Gabriel smiled beneath the mask and decided to show the Capitol a thing or two about what happens when they cage an archangel.

He vanished in a rushing sound of wings.

((ooc: No, his wings can't be seen. He looks the same as always. He can teleport, animate things, burn someone's eyes out of their head, etc etc. Also, he knows where everyone is unless you just so happen to have anti-detection sigils etched into your ribs LIKE SOME PEOPLE WHO WILL REMAIN NAMELESS.))

Edited 2014-01-24 23:46 (UTC)

Ruby was used to weirdness in her life. A different sort of weirdness, since she’d been abducted by the Capitol – but it had stalked her, in one way or another, since she first discovered she was a wolf.

A random man appearing in a mask was new, though. Weird, dangerous, and more than enough to put her on edge. She tensed, waiting for him to make the first move.

No one could touch him, so what did he care if he appeared next to someone he's never met before. Gabriel drapes himself over the nearest display, definitely enjoy the loosening of his leash for the time being.

"Hey, little lady," he speaks loudly, the sound of a smile playing in his voice. Should he kill her? She hadn't done anything to him, but it was a fight to the death. Nothing said he couldn't have some fun. "What you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous."

"Hey." He reminds Ruby of Dr. Whale. But the wolf doesn't think she can dismiss this one as just a lech, with that trick up his sleeve. Her hands itched for a knife - something to defend herself with.

All Red has on her, though, is a pan from the kitchens and a scathing tongue if he tries another flirt. She wonders if she could crack his mask-face with the combination, if he tries to attack.

"You didn't answer my question," Gabriel told her, swinging his legs over the side of the display and hopping down. "But you did greet me, so you get points anyway. Congratulations."

He began to approach her.

She took another step back, then stopped. Her back leg tensed, her front leg bunching up. She was ready to go into attack mode, though she didn't know if it would do any good. How had he done that trick? The mask was a screamingly obvious answer. Her hands clenched around the pan.

"I can handle myself."

Edited 2014-01-30 12:52 (UTC)

"What? With that?" Gabriel pointed to her pan. "Well, okay. If you say so."

The sounds of cheering could be heard in the exhibit as Gabriel picked the nearest piece of potter near him and a jingle started playing somewhere. "Batter up!" he laughed, getting ready for the pitch.

I'm terrified of my inbox. ;;

grandmas_gurl - 2014-02-14 08:47 (UTC) - Expand

Joan spent as much time on her feet as possible. The brace Sherlock and John made for her took some getting used to, and moving around helped keep her knee from getting too stiff. She was walking through the waxworks, going from post to post along the velvet ropes, the joint of the brace squeaking.

And then a man in a mask popped into existence in front of her, and she yelled, stumbling back.

"Oh, hey there. Looks like you got a boo-boo. I can help with that." And he could if he actually wanted to. "You know, if I cared."

Instead, Gabriel shrugs and swings his arms around in front of him to clap his hands. A pulse of light strikes through the ground, running up, over, and across the exhibits near by.

"Let's do some physical therapy."

Joan narrowed her eyes, and started backing up, a slow unsteady limp.

"I'm good," she said, her brain whirring. She didn't know where Sherlock and John were. She couldn't run. And this...this was way past anything she had ever experienced.

If she could run, this would be a lot more fun for him... so it's a good thing that she can't really.

"You'll be joggin' around by the time I'm through with you." Maybe. He could kill her. He could fix her leg. He could deposit her to her friends. He could do nothing and just fool around. So many options were available again and he loved it.

Another Gabriel - a clone, copy, apparition - appeared behind her and spoke separate of the original. "It'll be totally pain free. Probably."

The shadows began to move and shift as if they weren't alone. The exhibits were looking at her.

Joan turned, then sighed and rolled her eyes. Of course. This was just the Gamemakers screwing with her. She should have known when the guy just appeared like that. It was another one of their holograms.

"Great," she said, looking up at where she imagined the cameras were. "You got me. Now stop wasting my time."

And she went to walk through the image in front of her.

Gabriel didn't move. He just watched her walk straight into his chest while the other approached her from behind. "If you wanted to get physical, all you had to do was ask," he told her, eyes sparkling behind the mask.

The exhibits moved from their spots, the wax figures flexing their limbs as they lumbered closer.

The other Gabriel chuckled. "I know. Two of me. It's hard to resist, right?"

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