07-21-2018, 11:35 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]/this whole thread's a shitpost
He'd been in worse spots than this one, situations wherein he'd been a hairsbreadth from death, but the aplomb he had then far outweighed his composure now. It was starting to ruffle his feathers -yes, literally- and he'd irrationally torn out a bit of fur from his shoulder, for lack of anything else to bite. Gabe wasn't claustrophobic, he just...despised the vulnerability, and it worsened with the small crowd, regardless of how they were working to get him out. He had very little control over anything happening, and truth be told, he could really use Lazarus right about now. Someone he trusted, at the very least; sure, everyone here could trade quips and fuck around in good fun, but trusting them for more than some entertaining banter was demanding a lot from a guy who'd been burned one too many times. It would have been a little easier if he could see them, but instead, he was left to listen and hope they weren't orchestrating some kind of elaborate trick. No, he didn't think that lowly of the others, but one thing he learned from his work was how much you never knew anyone until you had to rely on them.
Gabe responded to Versailles with little more than a grunt, tucking his head into his foreleg, until he heard Moon return. Onyx eyes rolled, because of course he was going to keep up with the ridiculous nicknames, and Gabe was, overall, unimpressed. Mostly agitated, and attempting to cling to his patience as best he could, but also unimpressed. "Vete a la chingada, pinche idiota." It wasn't said with much heat, though it certainly could have been if Gabe hadn't restrained himself. the kid was just amused, and considering Gabriel'd hit him with a block of wood, he figured he'd have found it amusing too if their positions were reversed. It wasn't so easy to reconcile his own experience with the other perspective, though, so he fell into a moody silence, tail occasionally flicking erratically.
Someone suggested tearing the log apart by shapeshifting, which was an idea he'd rather be used as a last resort; Versailles evidently thought the same, and it sounded as though she'd taken the mud from Moon, before doing something with it that didn't involve Gabriel. He could only assume she'd splattered him with some. He was next, and even though he braced for it, the shock of cold still startled him a bit. It dredged up some unpleasant memories that the hybrid shoved aside in favor of squirming to distribute the mud, pushing it higher up his wings and torso. Her statement regarding her paws had Gabe snorting, muttering, "Tampoco lo fue mi culo, but here we are."
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He'd been in worse spots than this one, situations wherein he'd been a hairsbreadth from death, but the aplomb he had then far outweighed his composure now. It was starting to ruffle his feathers -yes, literally- and he'd irrationally torn out a bit of fur from his shoulder, for lack of anything else to bite. Gabe wasn't claustrophobic, he just...despised the vulnerability, and it worsened with the small crowd, regardless of how they were working to get him out. He had very little control over anything happening, and truth be told, he could really use Lazarus right about now. Someone he trusted, at the very least; sure, everyone here could trade quips and fuck around in good fun, but trusting them for more than some entertaining banter was demanding a lot from a guy who'd been burned one too many times. It would have been a little easier if he could see them, but instead, he was left to listen and hope they weren't orchestrating some kind of elaborate trick. No, he didn't think that lowly of the others, but one thing he learned from his work was how much you never knew anyone until you had to rely on them.
Gabe responded to Versailles with little more than a grunt, tucking his head into his foreleg, until he heard Moon return. Onyx eyes rolled, because of course he was going to keep up with the ridiculous nicknames, and Gabe was, overall, unimpressed. Mostly agitated, and attempting to cling to his patience as best he could, but also unimpressed. "Vete a la chingada, pinche idiota." It wasn't said with much heat, though it certainly could have been if Gabe hadn't restrained himself. the kid was just amused, and considering Gabriel'd hit him with a block of wood, he figured he'd have found it amusing too if their positions were reversed. It wasn't so easy to reconcile his own experience with the other perspective, though, so he fell into a moody silence, tail occasionally flicking erratically.
Someone suggested tearing the log apart by shapeshifting, which was an idea he'd rather be used as a last resort; Versailles evidently thought the same, and it sounded as though she'd taken the mud from Moon, before doing something with it that didn't involve Gabriel. He could only assume she'd splattered him with some. He was next, and even though he braced for it, the shock of cold still startled him a bit. It dredged up some unpleasant memories that the hybrid shoved aside in favor of squirming to distribute the mud, pushing it higher up his wings and torso. Her statement regarding her paws had Gabe snorting, muttering, "Tampoco lo fue mi culo, but here we are."
[align=right][i]——INFO
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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