SELL YOUR SOUL // JOINING

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gabe gave a short laugh before his onyx eyes shut in a grimace, ribs making their protest known very loudly, although their reminder hurt more than the bruising. "Ugh, don't make me laugh. I might throw myself in and save you the trouble." The hybrid adjusted his position, ignoring the burning twinge brightening in his wing; yes, thank you body, he was well-aware something was broken. He'd much rather focus freely on his surroundings than his injuries, which he could do nothing for, because the individual in front of him had access to assistance, and was, like Gabe, warier than he let on. Good to know he hadn't come across an idiot, at least, even though that would be easier to deal with. Somewhat. He'd be more tempted to throw himself over, and whether or not that was the better outcome depended on the perspective.

Gabe straightened a bit as the conversation turned sober, tracing the mutated canine's gesturing toward a shack, which he stared at for a moment before his gaze returned to the helpful stranger. He was very accommodating, wasn't he? Either that was a personality trait, a habit, or he could be newer to The Typhoons and less invested in the little conlict between them and The Ascendants. Or he could simply lack a shit to give about it in the first place. He didn't know enough yet to say for certain. "I've got no issues. If you do something I don't like, I'll just kick you." Not that a mere kick would do much with the size difference, but his talons could mean nasty business. Gabe doubted it'd come down to that, though it couldn't hurt to be prepared. Duplicity was always a possibility.

He was too forthcoming for Gabe to be inclined to that, especially about the other Ascendants who arrived. Raptors? He hadn't heard of those, but one of the people who'd been around -Ollie? Owen?- must have made an offhand comment like that at some point, because it didn't sound outlandish. "None taken. I'm not nearly as interesting as a bunch of murderous lizards." Exhaling, he craned his head, beak plucking out a tuft of fur from his shoulder before he could stop himself. Fucking bird-brain. He wasn't actively apprehensive, but stress and unfamiliarity tended to wreck havoc on his instincts, so naturally, he had to start tearing bits off himself. Gabe didn't even want to know how it'd be interpreted by the horned stranger, or by the recently appearing dragon, who gave a bit of commentary -resurrection, how surprising- before ambling off to find someone. Lucifer Grimm. What a name.

His departure led to a bit of a flail from a- well, he didn't know what the fuck she was. Some kind of wolf? She had wings -more than Gabe did- glowed, and had similar front legs in terms of bird-ness. Gabe found a bit of familiarity in that. Someone just as fucked as he was, right? Of course, with his luck, she'd have the better digestive system.

"Just Gabe works. Nothing fancy. What about you?" His stare returned to the original arrival, and then swept over the pair equally when the near solid ebony one began speaking again. No, it wasn't a smart idea, but it seemed like they were all having an off-day in regards to making intelligent decisions. Gabriel definitely wasn't an exception, though he couldn't help the gusted exhale that served as a laugh. She was an interesting character, wasn't she? Her name matched, and probably fit her far better than Gabe's did, who was hardly angelic in any interpretation of the word.

"I'd drink to that if I could." He smiled as best he could, relying primarily on his eyes and the various muscles surrounding them. No one had ever bowed to him, mockingly or otherwise. "Probably? Is that in doubt?"

//shhh it's a secret
.01% of a secret
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