07-15-2018, 10:23 PM
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Today was not awful. That wasn't exactly a glowing compliment, but considering his track record, that was pretty damn good by his standards. For one, Gabe hadn't fallen through something unintentionally, which, unfortunately, had a tendency to occur most frequently when he was hitching a ride on Lazarus. He would awaken from a comfy slumber by the distressing sensation of plummeting, and then Lazarus would spent the next ten minutes in a mood, because he hated it as much as Gabe did, if for separate reasons. Sometimes he would intentionally fuck with the young Cane Corso for the hell of it, but that was never more than pretending to bite Lazarus' tail and going ghost. So yes, he had plenty of reasons to despise the days when he couldn't willingly remain corporal- he just couldn't do much about it, other than take it one step at a time. Gabe was solely responsible for the state he was in, and he wasn't about to waste away in the corner pitching a fit about the hand he dealt himself. Shit happened. He had to deal with it, and enjoy the good days when they came.
The only stumble in today's events was Lazarus'...altercation. The kid had a hair-trigger temper, and a loathing for people walking around him on eggshells, so most who interacted with him managed to ruffle his feathers in some way. Either they made a dumbass comment -Gabe reserved the right to laugh at their terror when that happened- or they treated Lazarus too obviously like an unhinged creature to be afraid of. Yeah, he could be plenty horrifying when ticked off, but...well, the easiest way of phrasing it was that while Gabe chose his shitty cards, Lazarus didn't. You could take the survivor out of the fight, but not the fight out of the survivor, and Lazarus was shaped by scuffles for food, by defending every morsel he accrued.
He wasn't the feral beast some people saw him for. Lazarus was a child reared by the cruel fist of life. He didn't suckle from a silver spoon- he'd licked what he could from the ground, scraped his tongue raw on unyielding concrete. Lazarus wasn't monstrous; he was lost. Gabriel was far from a hero, wasn't a saint, or even a good person, but he could give a boy some guidance. Who better to learn from than the biggest fuck-up of them all?
Of course, he could've interfered in the conversation that had the Cane Corso riding an adrenaline high at the moment. He just hadn't wanted to, because that particular person deserved a thrashing, and whenever Gabriel involved himself, someone usually lost an eye or two. Still, it would be nice to have a sleeping spot that wasn't keyed up, and he had to readjust his position on Lazarus' back yet again. He propped his head up on the Cane Corso's, nipping gently at his ear with a sharp beak. "Gonna relax yet, mijo? Coming up on a group soon." Gabriel stretched, wings spreading out before he tucked them back in neatly. "I'll do the talking. Remember, if they stare at you, that's not a challenge, so behave. ¿Ha quedado claro?"
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Today was not awful. That wasn't exactly a glowing compliment, but considering his track record, that was pretty damn good by his standards. For one, Gabe hadn't fallen through something unintentionally, which, unfortunately, had a tendency to occur most frequently when he was hitching a ride on Lazarus. He would awaken from a comfy slumber by the distressing sensation of plummeting, and then Lazarus would spent the next ten minutes in a mood, because he hated it as much as Gabe did, if for separate reasons. Sometimes he would intentionally fuck with the young Cane Corso for the hell of it, but that was never more than pretending to bite Lazarus' tail and going ghost. So yes, he had plenty of reasons to despise the days when he couldn't willingly remain corporal- he just couldn't do much about it, other than take it one step at a time. Gabe was solely responsible for the state he was in, and he wasn't about to waste away in the corner pitching a fit about the hand he dealt himself. Shit happened. He had to deal with it, and enjoy the good days when they came.
The only stumble in today's events was Lazarus'...altercation. The kid had a hair-trigger temper, and a loathing for people walking around him on eggshells, so most who interacted with him managed to ruffle his feathers in some way. Either they made a dumbass comment -Gabe reserved the right to laugh at their terror when that happened- or they treated Lazarus too obviously like an unhinged creature to be afraid of. Yeah, he could be plenty horrifying when ticked off, but...well, the easiest way of phrasing it was that while Gabe chose his shitty cards, Lazarus didn't. You could take the survivor out of the fight, but not the fight out of the survivor, and Lazarus was shaped by scuffles for food, by defending every morsel he accrued.
He wasn't the feral beast some people saw him for. Lazarus was a child reared by the cruel fist of life. He didn't suckle from a silver spoon- he'd licked what he could from the ground, scraped his tongue raw on unyielding concrete. Lazarus wasn't monstrous; he was lost. Gabriel was far from a hero, wasn't a saint, or even a good person, but he could give a boy some guidance. Who better to learn from than the biggest fuck-up of them all?
Of course, he could've interfered in the conversation that had the Cane Corso riding an adrenaline high at the moment. He just hadn't wanted to, because that particular person deserved a thrashing, and whenever Gabriel involved himself, someone usually lost an eye or two. Still, it would be nice to have a sleeping spot that wasn't keyed up, and he had to readjust his position on Lazarus' back yet again. He propped his head up on the Cane Corso's, nipping gently at his ear with a sharp beak. "Gonna relax yet, mijo? Coming up on a group soon." Gabriel stretched, wings spreading out before he tucked them back in neatly. "I'll do the talking. Remember, if they stare at you, that's not a challenge, so behave. ¿Ha quedado claro?"
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[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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