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entrancelogs2013-05-31 05:36 pm
lowkeyangel) wrote in entrancelogs2013-05-31 05:36 pm
Physics is just a seven-letter word...
Who: Loki Gabriel, and you.
Where: Anywhere.
When: 31st - 2nd
Rating: A little language. Rated S for Silly?
Summary: Gabriel decides to test out the logistics of cartoon physics, with... mixed results. We can plot here, or feel free to just jump in. He's only likely to 'kill' douchebags.
The Story:
Being a trickster for so long had meant that, on the whole, there wasn't a whole lot that Gabriel experimented with, anymore. When the next big things came out, he pranked with them and then moved on (unless, of course, they were excessively hilarious). This was just the way of the big human creative machine. But, of course, when you can make physics your bitch, experiments get a whole lot more interesting than test tubes and lab coats. Gabriel was itchy to do something. He had a feeling that it was set on by the damn house, but it didn't matter. He was bored anyway.
And so, armed with a list of silly cartoon things he wanted to try out in real life, he set off to stalk various parts of the mansion and the grounds, and see what he could see.
Where: Anywhere.
When: 31st - 2nd
Rating: A little language. Rated S for Silly?
Summary: Gabriel decides to test out the logistics of cartoon physics, with... mixed results. We can plot here, or feel free to just jump in. He's only likely to 'kill' douchebags.
The Story:
Being a trickster for so long had meant that, on the whole, there wasn't a whole lot that Gabriel experimented with, anymore. When the next big things came out, he pranked with them and then moved on (unless, of course, they were excessively hilarious). This was just the way of the big human creative machine. But, of course, when you can make physics your bitch, experiments get a whole lot more interesting than test tubes and lab coats. Gabriel was itchy to do something. He had a feeling that it was set on by the damn house, but it didn't matter. He was bored anyway.
And so, armed with a list of silly cartoon things he wanted to try out in real life, he set off to stalk various parts of the mansion and the grounds, and see what he could see.
no subject
"It's just one of my many moves." He offers Kevin a slightly tight, wry smile. "Don't worry, nothing on this picnic blanket's going to hurt you. Actually, I guess it's kinda my job to keep an eye on you, if you catch my drift."
no subject
"You're an angel?"
He's dubious about the suggestion that Gabriel's supposed to take care of him. That hasn't really gone well for him in the past.
"You're not going to make me do anything... prophet-y, are you? Because I've been to the dessert, I've read the Word, okay? And I'm done."
no subject
"Kid, I left home. Been going by a different name for, oh, thousands of years, now." It might be a vague exaggeration, but really, even he can't remember what day it had been. That's just a mark of how bad the day was. "I'm not gonna force you to do anything, aside from maybe take a vacation with the scribing stuff. Looks like you could use it. Did me a world of good."
Which isn't exactly true, but he's not going to sit on this blanket and bare his not-soul to some prophet he just met. Being this honest is enough for him, really.
*D E S E R T
"You managed to get away?" This is a topic of interest, and he doesn't hide it.
"I'm trying to do that too. It's not easy, though."
nuh uh *D E S S E R T
It's a good thing he doesn't have to worry too much about the physics of cramming this thing in, but then, each section is up for grabs if Kevin's hungry.
"But nah, it wasn't even easy for me. Went to be a pagan for a while. Got pretty good at it, too. More famous than I wanted, but what can you do?"
life wouldn't be so bad if he could learn the word at an ice cream shop
Kevin's not inclined to be appreciative about anything that's happened since becoming a prophet, but the more angels he meets (who live longer than a few minutes), the more okay he thinks he is with them. It's not their fault he's a prophet, right? And he likes Gabriel. Anyone who tries to get away kind of gets a free pass from him.
And he comes with a boatload of sandwiches and champagne, which is making Kevin a little dizzy and a little warmer and a little happier with everything. It's even dampened the impulse to figure out whether or not he'll drown if he tries to escape via the ocean.