THE WORLD IS ONLY WHITE NOISE // OPEN

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Murderers? She'd mentioned something like that during the fight, hadn't she? It was a bit hard to remember considering that'd been a fucking mess, and Gabriel was still worried over Moon because he was, regardless of what people thought, a child. Not even half Gabe's age and he had someone years older trying to kill him for no discernible reason, and she still wouldn't explain. She couldn't be so dense as to miss the fact they were all completely, utterly confused by the accusation of murder, or maybe she was. Gabe didn't know her well enough, and thus far, it'd been a series of miscommunication after miscommunication. And in the process, a child was taken. What, was he supposed to twiddle his thumbs and give no shits like they probably expected him to? Too bad he cared. "You remember what happened with Buckingham. Except instead of showing up in your territory in the middle of the goddamn night, we gave him a chance. And we didn't take a fucking child. Makes me think you were just looking for any reason at all to get your teeth wet." Gabriel scoffed, and then staggered back a bit with the next wave of vertigo. "Not that it matters. If you're content in your echo chamber, be content in your echo chamber."

In his next stagger, it brought him just out of range of the water whip, and someone preying on the drama decided to hop in, scoring a hit on his flank. He went intangible before she could follow up with anything else, but that was just like Sunhaven, wasn't it? They could call The Ascendants incapable of taking matters seriously, but at least they were willing to talk. He'd expect this out of The Pitt, or The Typhoon- although given what he'd heard lately, that shouldn't surprise him.

"Let me feed. I would have their flesh on my tongue. So hungry. I can hear her blood. I want to taste it GIVEITTOMEGODDAMMIT."

He flinched as through another blow had landed, obsidian eyes wide, wild, and they jumped before landing on the child. Not in front of the kid. Couldn't let her get hurt because all they knew was sweat and copper. She was saying something, maybe, but he couldn't hear her over the scraping of claws over stone, and even when his ears went flat he could still hear it on the walls of his skull. "Lo siento," he thought he said, except he wasn't certain if he was speaking, or if it was in his head too. "Me iré si eso es lo que quieres." There was something...sticky on his face, in his eyes. Wet, but not entirely smooth. Gabriel rubbed at it with the back of his foot, and on his speckled skin was red. "¿Qué me está pasando?" He stumbled, turned, and limped, dripping, and every time he closed his eyes he saw a mangled body and a hollow stare.

This wasn't real. It couldn't be.
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