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 Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 3:09 pm
"Girl, you got yerself a'sharp tongue, an' th'men'al freedom t'use it. That's gonna get you in trouble one'a these days."
My momma always had a knack for predeciting these things, and yet I've never bothered to pay much mind to it. Of course, I don't pay much mind to anything that can be connected with common sense, not when I can feel the heat singing in my viens, my heartbeat pounding my years so loud I can't hear anything but it. Or perhaps that just a side effect from them boxing my ears....
"--and tie her down!" One of the men was shouting as the sound began to drift back into Jamie O'Mally's bruised, red ears. A sharp cry ripped itself from her throat as she was yanked backward by her long, auburn curls, long escaped from the tight braid she'd put them into at the start of that night. It was funny, in a wistful sort of way, how an innocent night out on the town could turn out so badly.
The face above her, black as midnight glowered down, and a heavy meated hand once more connected to her already bruised cheek. "Shut your mouth, b***h, or I'll give you something to really cry about," He growled, his teeth a strangely fearsome white against the darkness of the his skin and the night behind him. Jamie growled in response, attempting to say something else but the wind wouldn't come to her--it was hard enough simply breathing.
Once more hard hands grabbed at her body, this time her arms, dragging her up from the broken, wet pavement that had been digging its way into the skin of her knees. Though it was certain that bruises would be left on her arms, she made no noise this time as they drug her backward, instead concentrating on her surroundings. It couldn't have been even half an hour ago that she'd left the bar, and yet she had no idea where she was.
The simple thought that Mellissa must be worried about her rang through her mind, probably in an effort to keep itself from shutting down with the fear of what these men could do to her. The next thought was worse: what had happened to Mellissa? They hadn't left the bar together, but what if the group had decided to go after both of them, rather than just Jamie? Jamie's blood ran cold again; it was all her fault. She should have heeded her mother's warnings about the differences between the city and the country. Jamie had been in plenty of barfights in her time--had started a good majority of them--but even among drunks, there was a code of honor with the people in those bars. Everyone there knew each other, everyone knew what went down each night.. and when there was a fight, it was one on one, or two on two. Not this.
When she'd told the skinny one off for his crude ways of hitting on both her and Mellissa, she hadn't known it was going to infuriate the entire table of men he'd been sitting with. When she'd gone further and ran her angry irish-cajun mouth at each and every one of them, she hadn't expected that rather than attack her there, they'd follow her out of the bar. And of course, when she'd run, she hadn't thought they'd follow her in a car. It seemed all a little too ridiculous; a little too immature! Yet, here it was happening. Jamie found herself laughing at the pure insanity of the situation, much to her own horror. That caught the skinny one's attention, the one that Jamie was now certain had to be the leader of this pack of animals.
"You think this is funny, don't you?" He grinned a manic grin that stopped her laughter and sent chills running down her spine. the side of something pressed against the back of her legs then and within a moment Jamie found herself being laid out on top of some sort of large block of stone, her arms tied to the sides by rope harnesses that had to have been fashioned for this purpose. Another stap of terror flew through her heart and she tried to kick at them, but it wasn't too difficult for the largest one to catch them, wrestling them into ties of their own.
When she had been successfully bound the leader leanded over her, his blonde hair falling down into her face, he was so close. "Scared yet, b***h? " He raised a hand to her cheek, stroking it softly for a moment, "This is what you get for running your mouth. Too bad you're so pretty."
Jamie began to gather up a wad of spit in her mouth, preparing to send it up into his face. Her eyes grew wide, and she nearly choked on her own spit as his hand began to wander down over her breasts and to her stomach. The man snickered, a vile, contemptuous sound, "You know what any other man would do, don't you? ... consider yourself lucky that he doesn't like them defiled."
Almost immediatly Jamie's fear turned into confusion. 'He? who is he?' Her brows furrowed in thought, body stiffening even further, were that possible. Though her ribs still hurt from earlier, she was finding it easier to breath now and opened her mouth to ask when, at the same time, the man drew a wicked looking dagger from a pocket in the coat he was wearing. "Brothers of the Order of Kuthu, it is time to summon our warrior from beyond, to fight in our name at the Great Wars."
All around her the five men that had attacked her that night gathered, one at each point of her pillar, and their leader standing on her left. Her green eyes, wide with fear but still sparking in anger and defiance watched him; for some reason these four giants listened to the pipsqueak... and what was this order they spoke of? Wars?
The man bent forward, carefully cutting a slit in her top from the bottom of her breasts to the end of the shirt,allowing the material to slip to either side and expose her bruised abs to the group. He drew the blade across his own palm then, barely wincing as the blood began to flow into his palm and down his arm, dripping to the ground. He dipped two fingers into the pool then, and moved to adorn each of the other four's foreheads with different symbols. When he had finished and now stood on the right side of Jamie's pedestal, he looked down up on her displayed body and gave her disturbingly cheeky grin. His hand lowered to her belly then, beginning to write something as a low chant began to fill the air, spoken in a language the woman couldn't recognize.
Contrary to the end, and despite everything it could mean for her, Jamie came up with a plan then. As the leader joined in the chanting with a slightly different version of his own, she waited right until he seemed to be nearly finished. They had left her just enough room on her bonds, it seemed to give a jerk of her pelvis, causing his hand to slip and smear the ******** b***h!" The leader yelled after his hand, uncontrolled, had smeared completely through the letters he'd so carefully written. His bloody palm hit her face then, the explicit and wet smack ringing through the desolate courtyard and brick walls in the sudden, otherwise dead silence.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 3:12 pm
Darkness...
It was boring, really. Then again, it'd been boring for as long as he could remember; there wasn't much to do. It was just plain darkness, and though he'd once loved it, thrilled within it and longed for it, it'd become quite a desolate place to be in. In fact, the idea of inheriting such a place from Him wasn't even all that appealing anymore; it'd only lead to more boredom, and ironically, even further restrain. He'd no longer be free.
Light... however, was so much more interesting.
It was bright, it burnt, and it hurt, yet at the same time it was much more appealing than the darkness was; darkness got boring after a while, light, however, would never be boring. It had this strange thing to it that Gabriel simply could not put his finger on; actually, he'd come to think that it was perhaps the idea that light revealed things as they truly were, while the darkness kept things hidden, never showing them. It was this facet hat had become so weary, after so long.
How long had it been anyhow?
Idly, the demon leaned back against his seat as he pondered this, finding he could... not remember. The days were of no meaning where he was; there was no 'time' there, per say, so it could've been centuries, or days in the mortal plane. He didn't care either. Not really. Or at least, that's what he kept on telling himself, time after time, whenever he strayed from his on going to ponder his existence. He'd come to the conclusion that his existence was entirely frustrating and very boring, and tell truth, he did not like that thought one bit, once he'd paused to Analise it. His life should be nothing of the sort, and yet it was.
Yawning widely, the demon displayed large fangs, slowly standing up as he walked the room, embedded in darkness; it had a bed, a chair, a table, and a window.... yet nothing was entirely defined. In a way, the surroundings reflected his mood, almost as if the room were in empathy with his feelings and thoughts, and as he allowed himself to lean against a wall, he closed his eyes... only to find more darkness.
This was not what he needed; he needed.... out. He needed out desperately, and yet the idea of leaving wasn't all that appealing; what was out there anyhow? He'd never left this place, always been in his father's care... always had everything, and yet 'everything', wasn't satisfying. He had women, any woman he wanted, any food he wanted, foods fit for the gods, and yet eating with gluttony by the demons.
He could have anything he wanted, and yet... there was something that simply wasn't included in that 'everything'.
And then, just as he was about to reopen his eyes, something happened, a blurr, a strange tug at his soul, a nauseating feel overcoming him, forcing the demon to double over, large bat like wings arching in the air as his head bowed down, locks of green hair falling over as he growled, arms coming to hug himself in an effort to quell the strange feel that seemed to be all to powerful, even for him to escape.
It was gone as soon as it'd come, however, Gabriel was distinctly aware that something had changed as soon as he opened his eyes; it was dark still, yes, but... it was different; he'd appeared within the circle 4 men were forming, knelt on the ground with one knee, one fist upon the wet pavement, head bowed with bangs hanging darkly over his features, obscuring them, however... his harsh breathing was now interrupting the otherwise almost eerie silence. Slowly raising his head, narrowed golden eyes turned from one human to the next, finally coming to rest on the pedestal before him, where a woman lay, man towering above her.
He took an extra moment to keep his breathing in check; for some odd reason the summoning... had been odd, (he'd never been summoned before, so truly, the heir was not quite sure if this sickening feel was the aftermath of every summoning), and slowly stood up, large wings coming to rest closed behind him, "Who the ******** HELL are you lot?!" the words were harsh, marred by a growl that rumbled through him, "Hasn't anyone bloody taught you that's it's RUDE to summon someone without a proper calling?!" his hand make out to point at the short man whom seemed to have performed the ritual, gangs showing as he addressed him, "******** TARD! You interrupted a VERY special moment!" never mind the fact it was him emoing about how bored he was, and never mind the fact this was giving him an option and in a sense.... was everything he'd asked for a few moments ago, "Tell me why I shouldn't just rip your heart out this very instant?!" a pause as he seemed to look at every man, "ALL OF YOU!" his other hand raised then, flames coming to envelope it, however, something seemed stray, something seemed wrong.
In fact, the flames flickered slightly, in warning almost, and Gabriel dissipated them instantly, his eye straying around the scene; something.... was wrong, and though he was no expert (unlike his sister, he'd never paused to read those boring volumes the large libraries that Hell offered the heirs to the throne), he believed there was something h should be paying attention to.
That's when his eyes fell upon the girl for the first time, as if only just realising she was there. Silence reigned, his frown deepening, and then he rushed forth, aiming a punch at the small male that loomed over her.
When the demon first entered their midsts, the four 'pillars' of the circle each took a step back, making room for the demon without breaking their circle. Apparantly they had done this a few times before, but none of them were prepared to see a green haired male amongst them. From his reaction, as well as their faces, it was quite obvious that this was not the demon they'd had in mind.
The leader looked up, away from the girl just in time to have the spit she retaliated with hit him in the cheek rather than the eyes as she intended. He jerked up, backing a face, and wiped at the cheek. "This little bi--" He had begun to reply to Gabriel's accusations, distracted from the demon himself, when Gabriel's punch connected and sent him flying backward onto the ground.
A hot flow of blood began to drip from his nose, and the leader raised his already bloody hand to there, "what'he ********?!" Stumbling to his feet, but weaving a little from blood loss now, the man's blue eyes met the demons with a defiant, arrogant air of someone who considers themselves to be far superior to everyone and anyone they would meet. "You are not allowed to hit me, slave. Richard!"
One of the men, not as large as the black one that Jamie had had the most brutal encounters with, but just as dangerous, stepped forward to grab jamies hair. She turned her head just intime to bite his hand. The man gave a yell, them moved to grab her by the throat, squeezing.
"If she dies, you die, 'immortal' or not, my friend. The dumb b***h didn't ******** that part of the spell," The leader grinned. "And she is under our jurisdiction."
Strangely enough, the demon stood by the girl, towering over her, yet not in the same way the other men had been doing; this was different, practically the same feel a large animal protecting it's prey would give off, or perhaps... something different, however, all in all, it didn't look like Gabriel was all too preoccupied in harming her. His left hand came to rub his right knuckles almost absently, his gaze fixing on the men, large wings opening, "And who the ******** says I want to kill HER? It's obvious the brat's a victim of circumstances," a pause as he grinned darkly, "Now here's the sweet dilemma, mate; see, you've summoned me here, against my will. Do you really think you can control His son? The heir to the throne? Even if I die, rest assured... I'll have wiped you lot out before that happens- GET YOUR STINKIN' PAWS OFF HER!" a hand stretched out, his eyes set upon the man that had grabbed Jaime's hair, however... there was a clear difference, for this time, the moment magic was called, it came; full force at that.
Darkness stretched out of the demon's hand, aiming at the large man's chest; it wasn't a blow set to kill. Far from it, however, if it were to hit, it'd be at least enough to send the man back, knocking out his breath. Whatever the outcome, Gabriel leaned forth to grab the girl in his arm, sending a leer at the men, "You have three choices, and believe me when I say I'm not kidding; You can run for your lives in the next two seconds, you can stay and be severely maimed by me, or... you can hesitate, and I'll kill you too, how about that?"
He really could not understand how these human could even be thinking about trying to control him under such lame pretexts; were they truly thinking that just because they had this girl they could control him? There were no demons alive whom would allow themselves to be controlled in such a fashion, except perhaps a lesser demon, which was obvious Gabriel was not. In fact, he idly took his attention away from the male, focusing on the girl in his arms, eyes straying to the blood that marred her chest, a grimace flashing through his eyes.
He had no idea whatsoever what the signs meant. Not only that, but he couldn't read them, or make any sense out of them; all he knew was that something was not right, and he'd allready deduced that from the ********, ********, ********, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
It was times like this that he wished he'd have taken the time to join his sister in her research; time and time again she'd told him he should stop playing and start working, but of course, why would he have ever chosen to read a boring old book over having pleasurable company?
.... Yet right now, he'd have given up his kingdom for a book.
A sigh rang through him, his gaze raising to the sky as his wings drooped ever so slightly, his pose almost comical, "You would be laughing your a** off at me, Vi, if you knew..." it was clear he wasn't talking to the girl, but rather, to himself, however, he seemed to have calmed down, his initial anger having washed away into comical apathy. Slowly setting the girl on the floor beside him in a standing position, his hands worked at her bonds; when he found he couldn't untie them, he tsked loudly and lifted a hand, his claws growing dangerously, using them to slash the bonds open before his gaze suddenly returning to the males, "You're all still here, dumbasses?" a brow arched then, his aura flaring, "Have you ever seen a dragon?" his smirk grew then, eyes narrowing at the thought in mind.
Jamie gasped a little when the man's hand was ripped off of her, watching, wide eyed as he flew back a little. Unbeknownst to her, the leader's face had frozen as he watched one of the pillars be pushed back, the spell obviously not working. "That isn't right! You should have felt that!" He spat, not sure what was going on. The other three pillars immediatly backed off of her, further breaking their circle... and magic wasn't something that liked to be broken before it was completed.
The human girl had no idea what was going on, of course, only that there was one man who seemed to be attempting to help her... even if his idea of helping was attempting to pull her from the block she was strapped to. A low, pained noise broke from her throat when he did that, and she was about to snap at him when he decided to grow talons and break the bonds instead. Jamie rolled off of the block, that she could now see was an alter of some sort, and crouched on the other side of it, an arm wrapped around her stomach from the pain. "T-thanks," She managed to gasp, before dissolving into a fit of coughing induced by the pain from her throat. She hadn't an idea what all was going on, but for the moment she didn't feel like questioning it... so long as no one dared to touch her again.
The leader ignored the girl as useless for now, instead focussing his attentions on the demon. What had gone wrong here? He couldn't figure it out. "Dragon? I see--"
"Father Wiggim... Really.. this don'look good, yo.." One of the guys shook his head, starting to back away, "Man, he ain't supposed to be able to..."
"Shut up fool!" Wiggim snapped back, glancing towards one of the pillars, who was backing away and shaking his head. "We can handle this! He's only one demon!"
"Man, i've seen these things in the ring.. You can get yourself killed! i'm out!" The man shouted back, before turning to run. It wasn't a millisecond later that the two other pillars ran as well; bringing up the rear, the one that had been choking jamie stumbled out the alleyway behind them.
Wiggim watched in disbelief as his muscle ran away from the scene of their attempted crime, before looking back at the demon still perched upon the alter. "Y-you.. i don't... I'll be back!" Oh yes, a highly typical line, but there it was. The Priest turned tail himelf then as well, showing off his true colours as he dissapeared down the dank ******** cowards," Jamie managed to growl, dropping to both knees then, and supporting herself with one hand, the other still tightly wrapped around her ribs. Something was undoubtedly broken there, of that she was certain. Her brilliant green eyes were still defiant, though, as she raised her bloody face up to him, eyes untrusting, "Y'gonna take a piece of me too, then?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 3:17 pm
Of course, the demon wasn't entirely surprised at the scene that seemed to unfold before him, in fact, he crouched down, using his knee to prop up an elbow there, leaning his face into his hand, "Wow, that ended far too quickly, and here I was hoping to show them what a dragon looked like..." it wasn't till the girl spoke that his eyes strayed to her, "Yah know, a simple 'thank you, I HIGHLY appreciate you helping me' would've been enough, love," this said, he stood up and looked to the sky, nose wrinkling in distaste.
Where was he?
What... time was this? What year?
A hand reached up to scratch his head, green hair still obscuring his black horn partially from view; his attitude seemed nonchalant now, anger having left him completely, replaced with confusion; why was he here? He didn't know about summonings, but what little his sister had told me lay out before his mind's eye; Rituals involving the summoning of a greater demon were not only hard to pull off, but specific; it was... highly unlikely the bunch he'd just seen run down the alley had set out to summon him specifically, that much was clear. They seemed to him like children playing with fire, however... no matter how he looked at it, he was worried; something was wrong. Something was very wrong, the feeling and the thought gnawing away at the back of his mind.
"Oi, where am I?" Gabriel's gaze turned back upon the girl as he crouched down before her once more, "What year is it?" amusingly enough his eyes seemed to denote innocence; he looked almost childish, quite far from the image he'd given off just bare minutes ago. With just as much innocence, a finger uncurled from his hand to poke her shoulder softly, almost as if the demon were not only interested in the reaction, but fascinated by the creature before him, "It's been so long since I'd seen a human up close," a pause, "Alive at least," another pause as he arched a brow, "What the ******** they do to you anyhow? Drag you around half this place? You look like you could have bruises in your eyes..."
The thought was oddly disturbing and the demon found himself wondering why this was so. Why should he care? It wasn't like he knew her. Thus so, he finally stood up, wings spreading, eyes closing, obviously intent on vanishing; he didn't care where here was. He didn't truly care what time it was, in fact, he just cared about getting back to hell and finding Violet so she could snap at her for jinxing him.
However, his golden, slitted eyes soon enough opened, a confused expression written over his features, "What the hell...?" raising his hand, he attempted to summon a ball of fire, yet his hand remain held mid air, nothing happening. As a last resort, he attempted to grow his nails, like he'd done bare seconds before... also failing. His mouth hung open, the confused expression only deepening as he finally turned his gaze to the girl, however, he knew she wasn't responsible, and somehow, he knew that asking her would be in vain. At least in the state that she was in. Thus so, sighing softly, mostly to himself, he knelt again.
He was stuck.
He was.... very stuck. He didn't like the feel of that one bit; the feeling was similar to what a caged wolf would've felt. It was alarming, at least to him, "Sooooo... seeing as how I'm stuck here, I'm bored, and I can't seem to summon my magic, I'll finish the job here," he leaned in towards Jaime, at first impossible to tell his intentions till he tilted his head, "Let's get you fixed up and cleaned, and safe; figure it's not in my best benefit to leave you here, specially if those punks find you; I want this spell undone. Besides, you kinda remind me of my sister."
Meanwhile, back in hell, Violet looked up from her reading, wide purple eyes blinking before sneezing forcefully, a frown spreading over her features before she shrugged and went back to her large tomes.
Jamie was about as sure what to make of the situation as he was. While a little disconnected in though, he seemed to be fairly sane.. and he had yet to attack her as they had. She nodded after amoment, starting to try and struggle to her feet. "I.. this's all too much," She muttered to herself, her heavy southern twang bitter even upon her own ears.
Once more the girl looked, as she managed to wipe her face off a little, with the torn sleeve of the sweater-jacket she was wearing over a destroyed tank top. "What'd'y mean what year's it? ... ne'er mind.. stupid question." She shook her head, still not quite managing to stand up all the way thanks to whatever was wrong with her ribs, but she at least managed to find her feet on her own. "Y'may 'ave seen a human in long, but i ne'er seen a demon, a'fore."
At this Jamie paused, her green eyes seeming to size him up. Demon; it hadn't really hit her until then. Those... those SATANISTS had been raising demons! And they'd said something about binding her to itl! A shiver ran down her spine, and her heart beat sped.. even as the rest of her seemed to pause. Wings and horns aside, this didn't quite look like what she had expected a demon to look like. Really, he wasn't half as scary as half the things her mind could come up with, or hell, half the things she had grown up with!
"2006," She finally answered his original question, "June 20th, 2006. I told the assholes off fer makin' sexist, crude remarks at me'n'a girlfriend at the bar.. so, like real men, they followed me outtin jumped me. Don' go down without a fight, tho." Her left hand ran through her hair then, wincing at the knots and blood cakes she found in it, but managed to get it somewhat out of her face. "Shou'get outta th'alleyway--not safe."
"Seen plenty of demons, I have, lowers demons, higher demons, sexy ones, horrible ones..." a pause as he smirked, mostly to himself, "Not all can be as sexy as I am, after all... usually they must pick, power over physical beauty unless you're part of the royal family..." again a pause, however, this time the smirk was lost entirely, his brows knitting in what might have been confusion, "But dark lord, I've seen few as stupid as the lot of humans I've seen today; I thought humans studied, yah know? That whole thing about learning? Weren't humans creatures that could... you know, learn?" all the while, his eyes strayed around the place, gaze moving up to the sky, then towards the exit of the alley, a displeased expression coming upon his features.
Amusingly enough, the demon must've stood out like a fly that'd landed upon milk; black against white. His green hair was odd, but then again, nothing completely out of the ordinary; after all, one could dye their hair green if they wished to. His almost elfish-like ears were practically concealed from view by the hair that dropped over them, the same mass of rebellious green locks keeping the black horns that protruded from his skull practically out of sight. His wings, however, large and bat like were something impossibly missed, and soon enough, Gabriel waved a hand, both appendages vanishing completely from view; there was nothing he could do about his horns or ear thought, however, or even about his eyes, which might've been just as interesting... golden and slatted, much resembling those of a cat, rather than a human's.
Gabriel's gaze soon enough returned to her, his eyes landing on the blood and soon enough lowering to her chest; she seemed to be wincing horribly there, and the fair amount of fights he'd been in swiftly told him she mustve broken something there. Ribs perhaps? Ew... not pretty, "Right, s'why they pounded you extra hard then, probably; some enjoy that... overkilling. I find it dumb, lost time," there was a pause as he took off his jacket, "Here; walk out in that and you're going to attract unnecessary attention. I need your help. I want out of here, but my link with Hell seems to have been broken entirely; I can't reach my sister telepathically either, and I've no idea what the ******** they've done," at this point, he tossed his leather jacket to her, looking almost sheepish, "I'm not Vi, I never paused to study those moldy bloody books about rituals, never figured anyone'd call the prince of hell.... there's usually severe consequences tied down to higher summons. After all, otherwise.... anyone could call on the Devil himself, and do you know how many times he's appeared on earth? Once, or twice, I do believe."
He did agree with her, however, magic-less, he was as harmless as she was, fists aside; there was only so much his physical strength could do, and it certainly wasn't taking several large bulky humans at once, that was for sure, "Yeah... better get out," and this said, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked towards the exit, pausing mid way, "Can you walk? Or you need a lift, princess?" the smirk was evident in his words, even as the darkness crept upon him... if he was stuck, and there was nothing else he could do for the meantime, he'd annoy this one. His instincts told him to stay near her, and so far his instincts had never been wrong, after all, he was almost animalistic in that sense; his instincts drove him, "Live nearby?"
It was almost amusing; he was in serious need of a book, and not only did he know where he'd been able to find them back at home... but he knew Violet would've known the instant answer to the questions he had in mind. It wasn't fair, but then again.... life was no longer boring.
"Don' call me that!" Was the first thing to snap from Jamie's mouth, even as she tossed his jacket around her shoulders and pulled it closed. It hurt to stand, almost as much as being kicked by a mule, and she'd lived through that before. The woman forced herself into an even more upright position and began to find her way back towards the street.
Half of what the demon was saying she didn't really bother to respond to--it was all too much for one night! Sure, she'd been raised by a god-fearing Baptist, but at the same time you couldn't live in the bayous without having a pretty good working knowledge of Voodoo, and Hoodoo. Yes, his rantings about who he was scared her.. but he hadn't yet lifted a hand to hurt her, and for now she'd take that as a good thing. Besides, she'd never been overly religious. "we learn... supposedly," The girl finally replied to one of his musings. "Not alla us care to study books n'such... sorta like you."
If he was going to be rude to her, he might as well get used to getting it right back. Something in her told her that she wouldn't be without him for a good while yet; still, there was some safety in her apartment. A part of that Voodoo had been sent with her, a special spell and bag of brickdust packed for her by an old family friend, that she'd laid down over the door. While only a part of her had any belief in it, maybe it was time to try it out. "I live.. a couple blocks fr'm 'ere. Spent'a lotta time runnin' from'em, n' gotta bit lost but..." Jamie came to the end of the alley and looked up and down the street, "Yeah. Pretty close by, afta all." Mentally, she thanked her luck or guardian angel for the coicidence and hobbled out onto the street.
"Had a friend with me... don' know if they wen' after 'er too, though. She was still in the bar."
As they walked down the street, the male seemed rather unpreocupied even within his own situation; he carefully placed his arms behind his head and allowed his eyes to stray the street and the buildings... after all, it was so much more different than he'd remembered. It wasn't like Hell either.
Sure, there was darkness, that much was clear, but there was something else.... a twinkling light hiding within the darkness offered by the streets. He soon came to notice that those 'twinkling lights' were in fact, street lights; he snorted, amused, a fang overlapping his lip as he allowed himself to read street names and shop signs as they passed, for it was a whole new world, at least very diferent from the earth he remembered.
Most of what the girl said was either effectively brushed off or unnoticed, however, he seemed to twitch back into the land of the wake and out of his day dreams when she spoke of her friend, "Well, like I said, I'm no expert, but basic tell me the guy should be drained. He pulled off a high summoning... .granted he messed it up, but it should drain him. I don't think he could pull off another, but oi... no expert. get in touch with your friend, if you so care for her," again he smirked down at her, but this time it was brief, teasing, before he once again lost himself to the wonders the human civilisation offered.
Tee.
The street lights were amusing. Specially the ones that flickered on and off, kind of like fire; in a strange fit, the demon uncurled one of his hands and allowed it to brush the metal of said lamp as they passed, a giggle bubbling up, "We don't have these," his eyes strayed up towards the stars, "Then again, don't have those either," almost as if remembering something, Gabriel snapped out of it again, "So, what's your name, love, unless you can deal with me calling you Princess? Which I somehow highly doubt given your macho attitude. The name's Gabriel," he refrained from adding the normal 'please don't call me Gabbu, or Gabe, just Gabriel will do', for after all, such tags usually had a horrible consequence later on, aka, him being inevitably called by such names, "Yes, I know it's an angel's name, shoot me, my father liked it," allowing himself to yawn at this point, the demons's gaze turned to face in front of him.
Even lost within such a new situation, he pondered it could be interesting. At the very least, it'd make for an interesting bedtime story for Vi. Besides, who said that just because he had no powers.... meant he couldn't do fun stuff around the place? After all, there were more than one ways to skin a cat, and more than one way to corrupt people; Jaime never came into his mind at thought, after all, it was more interesting and pleasurable when they were willing, and this one was tainted in another way. She was far from willing, rough, and not to his likings, "So, 'bout this home of yours, you don't happen to have magics, would you? Or know anyone? I need to form a link with my sister, she'd know what to do."
"I know s'm people, but non 'round 'ere," She snorted, seeming a little grumbply. Of course, if you asked anyone how they felt after having the s**t beaten out of them, 'grumbly' would be the least of the adverbs on their lists. "Y'think your sister could get you out of here?"
While grateful for the demon's rescue, Jamie was still a little on edge about the whole 'demon' mess.. and about strange men in general now. While she'd never been paranoid, this certainly wasn't an ideal situation at the least, and she still wasn't sure if she trusted Gabriel or not. Even so, she was still leading him back towards her place; the logic of that was absolutely astounding, wasn't it? Shaking her head at herself, she pulled her thoughts back together long enough to make it up to the right building and dig through her pockets for a key.
"... Jamie," She offered, finally, as she found the offending item and used it to open the door to the apartment building. "Jamie O'Mally... Hope you like dogs."
The reason she added the last part became apparant when they reached her apartment, on the second level of the building. As soon as she approached the door a loud, hard bark rang down the hallway. After she'd opened it, she had to hold her hands out and shout an immediate order to the dog on the otherside, just barely saving herself from getting pounced upon by an enourmous Mastiff. "Cougar, DOWN boy. Heel!"
The canine stopped, caught in time to stop his motion and skid to a halt at her feet. He stood up then, shaking himself and turned to follow her heel as she headed inside, over the thin line of brickdust laying right across the mantle. When he realized the demon was there, though, he turned back immediatly to begin growling at him. "Couger, heel," Jamie repeated more firmly, stumbling into the kitchen to dig for some bandages. "Shut the door behind you, Gab.. and lock it if you know how."
"Vi? Probably," a pause as the demon pondered this over, then seemed to shrug lightly, "The girl's read half the books in that god damned library... only the dark lord knows why she prefers to spend her time there amongst those moldy pages," but then again, whom was he to judge his sister? Vi was a perpetual bag of sunshine, rainbows and butterflies; in a sense, she was just like her brother...
Or at least had been, for it'd only been recently that Gabriel had become bored with his routine. Those already seemed like dark, dark, long gone days, and it'd only been an hour; something was horribly wrong with the universe. In fact, the demon was perfectly sure there was a powerful entity out there just pointing and laughing at their misfortune, because the series of events that had unfolded were far too screwed up to have been simply coincidence.
His mind drifted in and out of things as the walked along, being much too fascinated with his surroundings to do much else than feel. It was really odd, how something as trivial as a cool breeze could be so... fascinating. There was no such thing as wind in Hell; there was no cool breeze to play with his hair down there. It was overwhelming, in the good sense of the word. Her voice snapped him straight out of Lala land once they'd arrived at what seemed to be their final destination.
"Jamie O'Mally... Hope you like dogs."
Amusingly enough, Gabriel had to click his brain into working again, kicking it for thoughts such as 'oh pretty' and 'ooooooh shinny!' to interpret her words; the first few he soon enough figured to be her name, in response to his own introduction, the later... he was unsure of. That is, till the large bark resounded from behind the door. Instantly his eyes were set upon it as it opened, watching the large animal, smirk suddenly coming back into place, "You could say I do..." the smirk only grew larger as the animal growled.
Again, this was interesting, to say the least. However, he'd refrain from explaining the truth behind his words till later; for some odd reason, the demon felt that Jamie simply would be unable to cope with much more information, "Kay then," the shutting the door was easy enough, however, the lock soon enough baffled him. Humans, he decided, where horribly odd; why not use a spell to seal the door? That's what they used in hell; the higher the rank of the demon, the more difficult the lock was to open, to a point-
His train of thoughts made a mental skid; right, yeah, forgot. No powers.
Bloody hell. How was he going to do anything without powers?
"..." glowering at the lock, he pushed it here and there till he heard a distinct 'click' like sound, "Well, gee.... you people have horribly odd things, you best take a look at it your self, love, because I'm at a loss," unafraid to admit defeat, the demon slowly walked after her towards the kitchen, hands stuck in his pockets; he stood by the door, leaned on the frame, merely watching her for a moment till he simply could not refrain from 'tsking' loudly, "You know, I may not be an expert when it comes to locks, but I do know how to handle an injury," an almost sadistic smile came upon his lips then, "Seen my fair share, all shapes and size, felt them on my own skin too; it's not easy to fix yourself up all alone. Here, let me," and this said, he too entered the kitchen, taking vague note of his surroundings and strange things (which he'd no doubt later feel compelled to touch, poke and prod), stopping by her side as he turned to face the dog briefly, "Nice mutt by the way.... my sister would love it," after all, Vi's hell form was that of a hell hound, much like Gabriel's was that of a dragon; of course, Jamie didn't need to know THAT much yet, "Gimme?" he opened a hand, asking for the bandages, "Don't you people have those things called Doctors or what the hell not? Your ribs are probably either broken or horribly bruised, love. Not that I care, but oi..."
Except he did; it'd do no good having her drop to the ground in a crucial moment. Even if the girl didn't quite seem like one that'd drop to the ground at ANY given moment. But whatever; Gabriel needed a mental excuse.
"We have them, but they're a pain to get to," She replied, handing the bandages over, "And they're not broken. I've had broken ribs before, I know what they feel like.. this is probably just a hairline fracture. Wouldn't matter anyway, there's nothing they can do for that, you just have to wait for it to heal on its own." The girl paused to open a cabinet to her left, taking out a small bottle of perscription pills, not that he'd know what that looked like. "I have things to cope with it, either way." She didn't bother mentioning it, but the Vykadin tablets in the bottle were simply left overs from the last time she'd been in trouble. Doctors, perscriptions and remedies were not something foreign to Jamie, wether that be a good or bad thing.
After opening the bottle she dry-swallowed two of the pills then put them back in the cabinet. Couger was still pressed hard against her side, making his presence quite known for the man beside her, without actually being threatening anymore. Jamie dropped a hand to sratch behind his ear as she took a warm washcloth to start washing the blood off her person as Gabriel helped her with the bandages. "So.. i'm going to take a wild stab at it and say you're the son of Satan." The words were strangely without fear or emotion of any sort, really. Ever since they'd gotten to home she'd seemed to distance herself from her surroundings, save for the dog at her side. "Considering a few remarks you've made so far. You have something to do with dragons, because of what you told the brute-squad, and i'm going to guess that has something to do with a transformation thanks to the claws you formed to get me out of those bonds."
She stopped then, letting her eyes drift over his body, calculating and cold. "But as soon as they had gone, you were unable to use magic again. While you look like you could do some damage physically, i'm going to guess that you can't do much without your magic. You're probably used to relying on it twenty-four/seven." Finally Jamie rattled to a stop as soon as she'd managed to clean most of the blood from her face and neck. "That about cover it?"
A brow arched, "A fracture is still 'broken', specially with someone like you; you don't stop moving, ******** restless, aren't you? It can get worse," a smirk touched the demon's lips then, fangs displayed, "You know, that's the way things always start; a small cut turns into a deep gash and tear when you tug at both sides on clothes for example... We live for that; things tend to chaos and disorder, we feed from that," well, fine, so he was lying; he didn't particularly feed from that. In fact, only the lesser demons did that, but it still sounded like something to say at the given moment. Higher demons like Gabriel didn't usually need to feed unless they were on the mortal plane, and within it, they could feed, sleep and otherwise function like a normal human being, give or take magic away.
Feeding from chaos and disorder was seen as 'rude' per say within the demonic society. Almost as if those seen doing it were pin pointed as having no self control; it'd have been similar to watching a human 'jump someone's bones' per say in the middle of a formal party. One simply did not do that; it was an unwritten, unmentioned rule of sorts. That didn't mean he couldn't at least enlighten her slightly though, even if it was with a half truth; it was much more entertaining that way.
Tossing the bandages up and down, catching them repeatedly, Gabriel seemed to watch her, analyzing the movements, each and every one of them, almost like a predator watching it's prey, even if his stance was languid and altogether not threatening, "Huh... you could say that, yes. Satan, whatever you want to call Him, though I'm not an only son. There were others before me. I've just managed to survive; I'm the heir," catching the roll of bandages into his fist, his brows knitted together, fist clenching around the item; not like he wanted to be the heir, however, tell truth, he'd never really bothered to mention it to anyone but his sister. Saying such claims out loud was almost a death warrant. His expression came and went swiftly, "That would be correct, my dear; each demon has what is commonly called amongst us as 'Hell beast form'. Mine happens to be that of a black dragon, much the same color of my wings and horns," a pause was offered then as the demon took the chance to ponder his followings words.
It was hard to explain, specially to someone who'd never seen any of this; in fact, Gabriel was quite sure she'd never even paused to think of any of this before. It was quite impressive in a way; he'd almost expected her to be in some sort of shock, and yet, here she was, talking plainly as if they were discussing the weather, "Different levels of transformation can be achieved by different ranks of demons; take me for example. I can manipulate the transformation to my sill. I could become a small, dorky looking dragon that'd more resemble a plush toy than anything else, or I could make talons appear. I could also go full out and turn into the full form. It just depends the rank of the user," a pause as he finally pointed a finger at her, "Oi, pull up your top? or rather, lack there of if you want me to wrap you up," this said, he moved to her side again, taking his time with the bandaging; amusingly enough he seemed to be able to do it quite well indeed. It was obvious it'd not been the first time by far, however, reasons aside, he continued.
There was a pause as he worked, obviously mulling over her words, "You could say that; we rely on magic like you rely on your machines, or on breathing," finally finishing his work, he stepped aside, looking quite innocent, it not confused, "I'm not expert when it comes to summonings," it was the harsh truth, his gaze moving over to her eyes, "I never thought I'd have to deal with it, it never bothered me. Like I said before, usually there are deep dark consequences mixed with higher summons. Maybe this is just one of them; at any rate, don't take me for granted. I'm much more used to physical fighting than you'd think, however.... returning home needs magic which I seem unable to perform for some reason!" the last words were actually chirped, almost like a child would have, his back leaning on a wall, as he placed his arms behind his head, "You know, my sister's form is that of a hell hound, cutest thing ever. She's never been willing to achieve a full form, so she just runs around looking like a cute little flaming puppy."
He had no idea why he'd even mentioned that; it didn't provide any useful information, but it did bring a smile to his lips, "No one touches her though."
And no one would. Not while he was around; it was probably that attachment he had to his sister that had saved Jamie back then earlier... it was one of Gabriel's ideas that he'd only take what was offered willingly to him, for some odd reason, "Maybe it's a bond?" he did remember something mentioned about a bond, "Between us both?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 3:21 pm
"The jackass mentioned a bond, yes." She mused herself, holding her shirt up until he was done, before letting it drop. She put a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes. Already she could feel the medication stepping in, calming the pain, easing it.. and beginning to cloud her mind. "Heh.. hell puppy." That thought somehow struck her as amusing, pulling the first smile from her. She would have been quite pretty if it wasn't for the beating she'd just taken, actually, or her harsh attitude.
Jamie shook her head then and moved away, stepping over the dog to go to the kitchen. She pulled out a plastic container of what looked to be roastbeef and gravey, and dumped it in the dog dish nearby. When Cougar came to get it, wagging his tail quite avidly she scratched his ears after shifting to sit down beside him. For a long moment she remained silent still, taking in the information he was feeding her. "They said something about some.. game they wanted to use whatever they were 'summoning' for. And seemed to think that hurting me would stop you, but apparantly i managed to ******** that up too. You were probably summoned when i made him smear whatever he was writing on my stomach.. granted, I had no idea what was going on at that point."
The girl paused then, her eyes glancing to the undisturbed brick dust laying at the door. He'd managed to cross over it, which either meant it didn't work, or he meant no harm. Either way, Cougar was sleeping in her room tonight. "I don't know much about magic... I was raised with Voodoo, but my family only partially believed in it. As far as I knew, Magic was only an old wives tale. I can call a few people who might know, though... but not till the morning. Its way too late right now."
One of her hands raked through her hair, pushing it out of her face before she took to feeling the pained skin underneath. "I need sleep. Rest is the only thing that will heal my body.. and the medicine i just took comes at a price. I'm going to pass out pretty soon."
Jamie paused, then glanced up at him, guaging him again. "... you can sleep on the couch, if you want. There's a couple extra blankets in the closet by the TV. Foods in the refrigerator." Since he probably didn't know what that was she tapped the device in question. "it'll be cold, though... you could heat it up in the microwave." The girl paused to point across at the other device. "... but.. i'd rather you not, on second thought. There's certain saftey precautions attatched to it that I don't have the brains to explain right now."
As if to emphasise her point a yawn ripped from her throat as much as she tried to fight it. The woman frowned at herself and sighed, looking down when Cougar finished his meal. She hugged the dog to her, scratching his neck and petting his back in the way he liked before she continued. "I'll.... we'll figure out what to do about this in the morning, okay?"
"Not only hell puppy, but rather, flaming, cute hell puppy," he smirked at her, amused he'd finally managed to see her smile for the first time; he didn't blame her though, usually, one didn't feel a lot like smiling after taking a beating. In her case, not only had she taken a beating, but she'd been thrown right into the middle of something she no doubt didn't even wish to handle, or hadn't eve pondered could happen. Again the demon found himself to be impressed, "I've carried her before in that form."
It was small talk, yes, but at times it was what seemed to be needed, and this... seemed to be one of those times. Watching as she tended the large dog, he let his mind wander off; she wasn't all that bad, even harsh attitude included, and he was sure once she healed she'd be quite pretty and pleasing to the eye. After all, he'd seen far worse from where he came from, where attitude was concerned... most female demons were not ... 'people' one wished to play with or wrong in any sense of the word. Probably the reason he was still single, and he figured, he'd die as; after all, they were all great to play with, but where love and devotion was concerned, few demons cared about that.
He always had liked angels far more than demons, where females were concerned; sweet, naive, and exceedingly fun to corrupt. It was a pity angels and demons only got together to discuss things in meetings; heaven and hell were linked, however, each side kept it's own grounds... though not in war, each side was known for resenting the other heavily.
Gabriel had never understood that, and thus, had never paid much mind to it either. Why bother?
Her words once more managed to drive him straight out of Lala land, his eyes landing upon hers, "I see..." actually, no, he didn't, at least not till a thought clicked his mind, a smirk coming upon his lips, then turning into a full scale grin till he had to cover his mouth with a hand, coughing into it to mask his laughter; the irony of the situation was appalling, "Actually, I do believe they were trying to summon a lesser demon; some humans seem to have fun er.... training some of those beasts into their bidding," a pause then as he motioned towards the large dog, "Think of it this way; it's like dog fighting, only with demons. They summoned a larger dog than they hoped for... usually the lesser ones are not all that hard to control. They're..." a pause here as he seemed to take his time, choosing careful words, "You could say they're driven by instinct; feed them, keep them satisfied in the ways they need, and they'll work for you; the promise of blood, sex, or other things also motivates them. You probably warped their spell completely," snorting he rolled his eyes, "I knew such asshats would've been otherwise unable to call ME here."
A notion did stuck him then, his brows knitting, "I wonder what the hell you did though, to transform an easy spell like that so much that it summoned me instead."
Again he smiled, seemingly amused and again he didn't blame her; who could learn to trust a demon? He didn't need trust. The edginess others displayed around him was deeply amusing after all, "I'll be fine, love, I don't need food right now, besides... those ******** only just summoned me; there's an aftermath effect to these spells. Sort of like adrenaline for a human. It won't let me sleep for a long while," this said, he took that moment to exit the kitchen, just as she yawned, raising his hand in a silent good bye sort of gesture.
Taking in the living room, he finally moved a chair near a window, opening it wide to let in the night air, only to prop his elbow on the sill and recline his head upon his knuckles, "Sleep well princess," he smirked at this, never looking towards her, "Promise I won't cause you racket, tonight at least," even Gabriel knew when someone needed a time out, and this girl... was a clear example.
Jamie shrugged a little at his blowing off of the food offer. It was fine, really, and she watched him leave. There was a lot to think about now, but at least she wasn't freaking out anymore. God, this was going to be a lot to explain to the boss tomorrow. She sighed and leaned her forehead into the scruff of Cougar's neck. The dog just sat there panting, of course, wagging his tail happily, as if nothing were wrong. "Sometimes I wish you could talk," She muttered to the canine before dragging herself to her feet. "Heel."
She reinforced the command with a snap of her fingers, and the dog stood to follow her at her heel. Slowly she headed through the living room to her bedroom door on the opposite side. She paused at the frame to look at him, her lips persing. He really wasn't as bad as he pretended to be.. But then again, she was tired and not quite in her right mind. "Thank you," She said softly then, before slipping into her bedroom door with the dog.
There was a click as she locked the dead bolt she'd had installed on er bedroom door as well. There was a reason for it, but she shoved that out of her thoughts tonight, the medicine and other trials helping her to do that. Really, she didn't need yet another thing to worry at her.
The ruined clothes were quickly discarded and she headed into her bathroom for a quick sponge bath, as she couldn't get the wrapping around her middle wet. Promising herself a real shower in the morning, she went back into her room to change into a large man's button up shirt for a nightgown, some fresh undewear and crawl into bed. Couger had stretched himself across the door while she'd been in the bathroom and Jamie sat up enough to whistle at him and pat the bed beside her.
Cougar got up, lumbering over to her and climbed onto the bed beside her. He stretched his large, warm body out on the other side of the bed, minding about as much as a huge teddy bear when she cuddled up against him, petting his back softly. "Good boy," She whispered to him softly, fully intending to stay awake for awhile and think. The vykadin had other plans for her, though, and no sooner had she gotten settled, warm and comfortable, did her consious slip away into the dark recesses of dreamland.
His ears did catch the click of the lock as she slipped inside the room, but he did nothing to acknowledge it aside from smiling slightly, mostly to himself; it amused him, mostly because he knew he'd be able to kick down that door, lock or no lock were he really willing to. True, he had no magic, at least not now, but really, he didn't need it for this; truthfully, not even that large dog would've been able to stop him.
Pondering these thoughts, the demon kept his gaze on the streets bellow, watching the lights flicker on and off, the wind toy with the few trees the landscape offered. It was all so different... and yet he found he didn't truly mind it; actually, Gabriel found he rather liked the change. It wasn't heaven, but it was real.
Never once did he drift off to sleep during the night, a mistake he'd no doubt pay for later on the following day, but after all, he couldn't truly be blamed; the place he'd suddenly found himself in was new and quite fascinating to boot. Even trivial things were deeply interesting; even the sky was interesting, he decided as he allowed his gaze to drift heavenward, his eyes resting on the stars.
There were no stars in hell, he vaguely noted to himself, and thus time passed. Hours probably, for soon enough, the sky exploded with colors, the light the sun offered piercing through the horizon as the sun took it's time to head up into the sky; the scene was more than fascinating to someone whom had never even pondered such a thing existed. Of course, he knew what the sun was, he knew what the wind was... the stars and plants amongst other things, however, he'd never really experienced them outside his imagination. Words written in a book or pronounced by someone only did so much; this time however, the scene lay before him.
It's significance was appealing, he vaguely noted, and despite the fact light had efficiently pierced the metaphorical light, in a battle he was sure it'd always end up winning, Gabriel found himself smiling. Dark and light, were after all, two sides of the same thing; were there no dark, how would anyone know what light was? they both complimented each other quite neatly.
He had always liked light better though. It'd always been more interesting.
Vaguely aware of the time that had passed, the demon finally sat up, stretching out his back, lifting his arms over his head; he'd not slept, but he idly figured... he'd be alright.
However, what he thought and what soon enough became reality were two different things for no sooner had he reclined himself comfortably on his chair that he slowly nodded off to sleep, his head bowed, arms crossed over his chest; his jacket had been early discarded where ever the girl had left it, having left him in a short sleeved white Tee and black leather trousers. Unconsciously, the demon finally entered the realm of sleep, his mind having completely nodded off; the girl would no doubt end up waking up before he did, amusingly enough.
Weren't mornings after a big life altering event supposed to be 'surprisingly' pleasant? The kind where you get to sleep in and let everything sink in slowly in a nice, warm bed with sunshine sparkling merrily through the windows. That's what all the movies and books had lead everyone to think, but unfortunatly, they lie. A thundercrack outside, plus the helpful scream of the telephone helped throw Jamie into gear at around seven thirty. Who cared that she'd only gotten to bed at about three? No one. The day went on, and it was telling her that it damn well expected her to be apart of it.
Mopping her face with one of her hands she groaned, the drugs she took still not quite out of her system, and then reached over to grab the reciever off of its base. "Hello?"
"Where the hell are you, O'Malley?" The grating voice of her boss run in her ear, making her wince and her dog growl at her side. "You were supposed to be in an hour and a half ago! I have work piling up on your desk, and papers to get printed and clients that need to be seen to! You had better have one damn good explanation for this."
She made a half-asleep moaning noise into her hand then, turning her face back into the pillow for a moment. "I got mobbed last night," She managed to get out fairly legibly.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? You're not that good of a reporter!"
"No.. some guys beat the s**t out of me.. Look, i'll be in in a little bit, okay?"
"You're not making any sense right now, O'Malley," The man began before she clicked the 'off button on the phone. Though he'd probably call back, she started to try and get up, forcing her legs over the side of the bed and hobbled into the bathroom. One cold shower later, she was dressed and looked moderatly ready with her hair pulled back in a clip in a fashionably 'messy' look. Stumbling out of the bedroom, with Cougar slipping between her legs to make a beeline for his food dish. Jamie followed slowly to fill it for him, and grab a chilled cappachino drink from the refrigerator. She made a face at it, really needing something hot but it would just have to do for now.
After a few minutes of savoring the albiet freezing but wonderfully waking caffinated "goodness," Jamie thought herself somewhat ready to face the day. Deciding to grab a bagel or donut on the way to work--after all, she was already late so what would a few more minutes matter?--she was halfway to the door before she remembered the other part of the previous night.
Turning slowly, Jamie scanned her eyes across the room to see what had become of the demon in her midst.. or had that only been a really bad dream?
There were very few things Gabriel did not like and he found out that getting woke up, startled by a horrible ringing sound had found it's way to the very top of that short list. Staggering, the demon barely managed to grasp the side of the windowsill, sparing himself an embarrassing fall; he'd almost toppled right out of the chair he'd fallen asleep in. It hadn't been entirely his fault; back home he was never disturbed till he was perfectly awake, while here he'd almost died of an anxiety attack - what the bloody hell had that horrible sound been?
Straining his ear he was just barely able to listen to the girl talk to... something; idly he figured it was some sort of communication device which had ringed, and there was little he could do to keep himself from smirking at what little he could hear. Mugged yes, but she'd left out details concerning him; how lovely.
This in mind still, he turned to take another look out the window; the sun was out, high up in the sky, and though he didn't care to find out just when he'd dozed off, he figured it'd been a long while back. Last he'd seen, the sun had barely begun to emerge from the horizon, tell truth however, Gabriel decided that the land looked quite a lot better once illuminated; he could make out details he'd missed the night before - the way the branches moved, the way the wind carried the dust, leaves and other things about, only to deposit them meters away down below.
It was rather interesting, really, for someone used to being inside. He'd only ever come to earth once, very long ago, and he couldn't really remember the details.
The door opening snapped him out of his reverie and he watched Jamie as she more or less wobbled off into the kitchen, never paying him as much as a glance. It wasn't disturbing, really, rather, actually amusing that she'd pushed him out of her mind; he had no problem with allowing her to leave her waking dream for a few more minutes, and thus turned back to the window as she drank her coffee. It wasn't till she came out and finally looked his way that he turned away from the scenery below, smirking at her, "So, did Sleeping Beauty have good dreams tonight?" his voice didn't even hold a teasing tone to it, instead holding a ring that seemed to signal vague amusement, for some reason or another, "Didn't forget about me already, now did you, love? I'm wounded," except he wasn't really, and he didn't really blame her either.
It was right about then that a small dark orb suddenly began to form before him, and instantly his hands outstretched to grab a 'hold' of it, in some sense of the word; this, he recognised as a communication spell. Very much like a telephone, but a bit different in a sense; someone was trying to contact him.
Soon enough the clear picture of a young girl appeared swirling within the mass of darkness; slatted purple orbs looking innocent, wild red hair coming to obscure certain parts of her face as she smiled up at the male, "Gabbu..." there was relief evident within her voice, but it seemed to die down as her eyes landed on the scenery displayed behind the demon; the window, the trees, the buildings, "Oh, Gabbu, tell me you're not where I think you are, please; when I couldn't find you in your room, I figured I'd give you a poke... but I never... would've figured..." the petite demoness' voice seemed beyond distressed, her lithe hands coming to cup her own cheeks as her eyes grew wider, "Please tell me you're not... on Earth."
Taking a glance over at Jamie, brief, almost nonexistent, Gabriel turned to face the orb of darkness that floated bare few inches above his hands, "If it makes you feel any better, I promise this was not my idea," taking the weight of the orb into a single hand, he raised his now free one, "Honest, really."
"Oh Gabbu..." the girl seemed to fidget restlessly, her eyes looking around the room till they landed on Jamie, then back to the demon, "Do you remember what happened last time we were there?"
"You got laid by a human, Vi," idly, he watched his sister's mouth hang open, a blush appearing over her features which she did nothing to hid despite looking horribly embarrassed, "What it's true! And he was a guy I god damn didn't approve of by the way, just letting you know."
"GABBU!"
"WHAT?!"
Having recollected herself, the petite female scowled at Gabriel as best as she could, which wasn't very well at any rate, "Leaving my personal life and details aside, do you remember what happened, Gabriel Sindraith?"
She'd used his full name instead of a nickname; the male grimaced lightly, turning to look away from the orb, much like a child being told off would have before returning his gaze to her, "Not really; as far as I recall, I jumped into the game when half the s**t had already happened, Vi, so forgive me for not remembering half the sordid details, love."
This didn't seem to be the answer the petite demoness was seeking and she scowled deeper, "There was blood shed, Gabriel, there was death, and though neither of us were responsible for any of it, we were somewhat the triggering force for it; you get back here this instant and leave that poor girl alone. Now," there was an almost motherly tone to the female's voice, even despite her being obviously younger than the male, however, she only received a graceful arching of Gabriel's brow that seemed to voice something silently. It seemed to be enough for violet to understand, at least partially, "There's something more?" Lightly, Gabriel retold what little he knew had happened; from the way Jamie looked, to the fact he was summoned, to being unable to call on his magic to go home. At this point, the demoness narrowed her eyes, a hand raising to to her mouth before she plunged herself into deep thought, "Stay put. Keep a low profile, I'm going to... check some things," a pause, her image vanishing, "Keeping a low profile means not stirring trouble, by the way," as she was vanishing from sight, she turned to face the human and her dog, bowing deeply, "Please excuse my brother and anything he may do and/or say while he's under your custody. I'll try to bring him back as soon as possible... and I'm very sorry."
This said, the orb disappeared into thin air, the demon lowering his hands, "That, by the way, was Violet; she's my sister. Sounds more like my mother though."
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