07-18-2018, 09:48 PM
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He had yet to get used to the wings that were settled firmly upon his wings, a weight that seemed far heavier than it actually was. It had been three years since they had been attached to his shoulders, and now that every part of his body seemed adamant to try and detach itself from his body, a walking, deformed shadow... they seemed heavier when on occasion the very part of him they were ontop of decided to do one of it's dissociation acts as well. But wings were far from an excuse to stop walking around and doing shit, and now that he had been admitted into the typhoon, Gabriel had a job to finish... not that he ever started it to begin with, really.
'Home.' That's what Argus had called it. 'Welcome Home.'
The word still echoed in his mind, even as he approached the gate after having heard the bells being rung, a clear indication of the appearance of something. Half interested and half padding over from necessity, Gabriel's appearance was signaled by what looked like a walking shadow of a dire wolf towards Merihem. He was far past the stage of feeling self conscious about his appearance, knowing damn well that he most likely looked like a dead man walking, and if anything the wings helped to hide most of it under the guise that he had his shit together. He didn't, but that wasn't for Merihem to know.
"Don't get caught by the tide," Gabriel rumbled as he approached, finally catching sight of the feline submerged in the water. He looked just as exhausted as he seemed, a sentiment that the man seemed to share. The bags under his eyes were shared among them, although he found he looked far less... starved. He looked dead because his entire body kept forming and deforming itself, not because he hadn't eaten or drank for days.
He was too new to understand the politics of these groups, didn't know if it'd be safe to allow an enemy to join, and as a result a tired sigh left Gabriel's jaw. It would be safer to wait for someone else to come, but he wasn't going to simply leave Merihem there like an asshole and pretend like he'd never seen the guy to begin with. He was too late to pretend at this point. "I suck at political bullshit, so you're going to have to wait for someone with a little more power around here. For now, tell me what you could offer... and if you need anything to eat or drink."
With a roll of his shoulders Gabriel sat down, gaze settled firmly on Merihem, expectant but not at all hostile. Tired, really. That was the only thing he looked, with his form constantly refusing to stay together for longer than a few minutes and the dark bags under his eyes, of which his body had decided to create three this time around. The third couldn't see shit, but it wasn't like his body cared. His body cared that it wanted to destroy itself, it seemed, and it wanted to take Gabriel right along for the ride.
"Chain. Chain Grimm, by the way. Might as well start off this conversation so that I'm not the only one who knows the other's name."
As if that was his real name to begin with. He disguised the grimace that flickered across his features at the thought with an instinctual upquirk of his lips, then fumbled with one of the many cigarettes he had on hand. "Mind if I smoke? And you want one?"
He had yet to get used to the wings that were settled firmly upon his wings, a weight that seemed far heavier than it actually was. It had been three years since they had been attached to his shoulders, and now that every part of his body seemed adamant to try and detach itself from his body, a walking, deformed shadow... they seemed heavier when on occasion the very part of him they were ontop of decided to do one of it's dissociation acts as well. But wings were far from an excuse to stop walking around and doing shit, and now that he had been admitted into the typhoon, Gabriel had a job to finish... not that he ever started it to begin with, really.
'Home.' That's what Argus had called it. 'Welcome Home.'
The word still echoed in his mind, even as he approached the gate after having heard the bells being rung, a clear indication of the appearance of something. Half interested and half padding over from necessity, Gabriel's appearance was signaled by what looked like a walking shadow of a dire wolf towards Merihem. He was far past the stage of feeling self conscious about his appearance, knowing damn well that he most likely looked like a dead man walking, and if anything the wings helped to hide most of it under the guise that he had his shit together. He didn't, but that wasn't for Merihem to know.
"Don't get caught by the tide," Gabriel rumbled as he approached, finally catching sight of the feline submerged in the water. He looked just as exhausted as he seemed, a sentiment that the man seemed to share. The bags under his eyes were shared among them, although he found he looked far less... starved. He looked dead because his entire body kept forming and deforming itself, not because he hadn't eaten or drank for days.
He was too new to understand the politics of these groups, didn't know if it'd be safe to allow an enemy to join, and as a result a tired sigh left Gabriel's jaw. It would be safer to wait for someone else to come, but he wasn't going to simply leave Merihem there like an asshole and pretend like he'd never seen the guy to begin with. He was too late to pretend at this point. "I suck at political bullshit, so you're going to have to wait for someone with a little more power around here. For now, tell me what you could offer... and if you need anything to eat or drink."
With a roll of his shoulders Gabriel sat down, gaze settled firmly on Merihem, expectant but not at all hostile. Tired, really. That was the only thing he looked, with his form constantly refusing to stay together for longer than a few minutes and the dark bags under his eyes, of which his body had decided to create three this time around. The third couldn't see shit, but it wasn't like his body cared. His body cared that it wanted to destroy itself, it seemed, and it wanted to take Gabriel right along for the ride.
"Chain. Chain Grimm, by the way. Might as well start off this conversation so that I'm not the only one who knows the other's name."
As if that was his real name to begin with. He disguised the grimace that flickered across his features at the thought with an instinctual upquirk of his lips, then fumbled with one of the many cigarettes he had on hand. "Mind if I smoke? And you want one?"
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