Physics is just a seven-letter word...

[lowkeyangel]

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.

Comments

[lowkeyangel]

Gabriel full-on grimaced at the mention of the Apocalypse — could he take five steps without someone bringing it up? — after trying to work out what she was telling him. She was... related to some dead thing, he guessed; that was what he'd gotten out of her comments. It was as good of an explanation as he needed, really.

"Tablets are so centuries ago," he quipped. "Unless you're talking about the Scribe, sorry, no can do. And I don't think the Scribe rides anywhere. Disappeared right off the map. What's wrong with your cheekbones?"

[no_nonsense]

Susan had taken his grimace as confirmation. The angel of the tablets wasn't exactly a pleasant fellow, not when it started rambling about the more ridiculous bits of his particular section of prophecy, so a grimace was the appropriate reaction...but then Gabriel had started talking about scribes. Well, a Scribe. Given that Susan had never seen that angelic fellow with so much as a notepad (let alone a white-hot, celestial chisel), she doubted they were one and the same.

"Well, I suppose that's--" Susan started and paused mid-sentence as she ran back the last change of topic. She blinked and thought on it for a moment before she continued. She was used to dealing with children, but the children who dealt with her rarely shifted topic so quickly.

"Nothing, I suppose--um, I would have liked them a bit more pronounced," Susan explained a little awkwardly. Her statement had been honest but it had been intended to seem...plucky and conversational. She wasn't expecting further examination and, frankly, wasn't prepared for it. "Seems like people related to Death ought to have very dramatic cheekbones, don't you think?"

She shrugged slightly and, in the manner of all people who were explaining something they hadn't been expecting to, continued talking slightly beyond what was actually necessary.

"You know, just like they ought to wear black, have names with lots of X's and Z's, adopt a skull motif, that sort of thing," Susan added idly. "Not that...well, any of the other business is true, really. It just goes along with the idea, like angels and wings. Very Narrative."

[lowkeyangel]

He gave an almost thoughtful sort of nod. Gabriel had felt Death, his Death, in Wonderland, and knew the cheekbones involved there. They were pretty extreme. And while he would have been offended by a child comparison, there was definite validity there he would have never admitted to. Once the youngest child, always the youngest child.

"Goth really does seem like the MO of a person descended from the thing itself," he had to agree, though, personally, he liked it more when beings were opposite and surprising. Maybe that was just a side-effect of being, well, him. "You've got that going pretty nicely, though. Me, I sort of... try to blend in."

[no_nonsense]

Really, cosmically speaking, it was fortunate that neither of them could read the other's narration. Between her mentally comparing him to assorted first-graders and his assuming she wasn't striving to be opposite of what she was, they might've had a spectacular row. As it was, the conversation remained mildly awkward and partially confused, but generally pleasant.

Susan had no idea what Goth was, but he hadn't seemed particularly snide about the compliment so she accepted it. She didn't know what an 'EM-OH' was, either, but such was the way with unfamiliar slang.

"Well, you were doing a very good job of Blending until you manifested on the table," Susan said casually.

She hadn't encountered many people here, but she had encountered enough of them to notice a trend. By and large, all of the Supernatural people she'd met seemed to prefer discretion in all things to do with who or what they were. It was odd, at least in Susan's experience, but it was also Not Her Business. While she generally didn't mind rifling about in other people's affairs, decisions about Normality were strictly off limits.

"Speaking of, would you prefer I not mention--" Susan made a vague motion to all of him and the general area that had contained the previous mayhem, "--this, if it comes up? If you're Blending, I'd hate to drag you out from under the bed."

[lowkeyangel]

"Nah, I'm... kinda known for things like that," Gabriel said, and it doesn't matter if he was talking about the angel or the trickster. Either was right. "Mention it all you want. Though I do kinda keep the angel thing hush-hush. Sometimes people get kinda... touchy."

That wasn't it at all — he'd gone right back into his Loki persona when he and Lucifer had shown up at the same time, to hide from his older brother. But he's pretty certain that if Lucifer wanted to find him, it would only be a matter of time. So, now he isn't so sure about the trickster persona.

But there's no need to abandon it outright.

[no_nonsense]

"Alright," Susan agreed with a short nod. "I'll keep discretion in mind, should the whole Angelic business comes up."

She paused, then, and looked at the library around her. She'd been looking for the L-Space, an idea that was quite deadly and terrible now that she'd had a few moments to actively think it through...and then she'd been quietly cataloging until things had gone silly. Now that she had neither to occupy her, and she'd questioned this fellow to the limits of her own polite comfort, she was left with a frustrating lack of anything to engage her.

Awkwardly, though, she felt more satisfied with what she'd just learned than she had for the last several days.

"Well, it was definitely interesting, meeting you," Susan said as genially as she could manage. (Which, admittedly, wasn't especially so, but she'd given it the ol'Boarding-School-Try.) Her comment halted for a second, snagged on a technicality right as she hit his name, and her brow furrowed. She wasn't friendly enough with him to use his given name quite so casually and he hadn't provided (or didn't have) a surname.

"Mr. Gabriel," Susan said, after a hitch of indecision. "But I should probably retire somewhere less...risky, if I intend to survive this...compulsion with a minimum of additional casualties. Do have a pleasant day, though."

[lowkeyangel]

Gabriel internalized the chuckle at her politeness getting snaggled over his, well, singular name. Angels didn't exactly need more than one, though he'd once made a joke over having the last name of Godson. (A very long time ago. Nowadays, he barely joked about that stuff at all, and he couldn't keep the bitterness out of his tone even if he gave it his all. How's the search for daddy going?)

"I'd stay out of rooms with sharp objects, or throwable objects," he had to agree, glancing at the books around them. "Toodle-oo."

And with a fluttering of his wings, he was gone.