11-08-2018, 10:43 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]No, Gabriel would not be going on a patrol. The most he walked was between the graves of Moon and Laz, with a rare, occasional detour if he saw something that needed handling. In this case, it was information, and he looked like shit -felt that way too- but after everything that happened, after so many miscommunications, he was too tired not to give the story of what had happened. The hybrid's stare went to Atbash, and for a moment, there was an intense pressure building in his head, yanking at the walls of his skull. It was gone as soon as it came. Maybe he was finally dying. "One of ours accused Buckingham of murder. Brought him in after scuffling with him, Bastille went through his head, activated some kind of assassin zombie mode, and there was another fight." Gabriel sat down, because it'd be more than a little shameful if he fell over in front of these people. Guess he still had enough left in him to feel embarrassed. "Later, Sunhaven came wanting an apology, because Buckingham wasn't responsible. There was the...general assumption they had all the blame on The Ascendants. They got pissed off, dropped Ascendants to neutrals." He raised talons to the side of his head, rubbing the backs of them as though that might tell the headache to fuck off. "Then someone murdered Sunhaveners, had the scent of The Ascendants. Sunhaven didn't deign to tell us- just led a night raid, and took a kid." His throat burned, and everything went fuzzy at the edges. "Guess a patrol wound up at the border. Can't tell you all the details of that." Onision could, he supposed. Gabriel was ready to be done talking about this shit.
"There you have it. The whole story." Gabriel lurched to his paws, digging his claws into the ground for some stability, and he muttered something -hopefully in English- about not getting into trouble before hauling himself back to the trail he'd just about worn in the dirt. It was...Moon's turn. He just got back from Laz. Didn't he?
[align=right][i]——INFO
"There you have it. The whole story." Gabriel lurched to his paws, digging his claws into the ground for some stability, and he muttered something -hopefully in English- about not getting into trouble before hauling himself back to the trail he'd just about worn in the dirt. It was...Moon's turn. He just got back from Laz. Didn't he?
[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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