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Lets Do The Time Warp Again -- late event post OTA

Who: Gabriel Brodric & Michael Brodric, also a little of Pastor Whele but OTA!!
Where: Storybrooke
When: sometime between the 25th and 26th of Oct
Rating: PG-13 for language and such will change if something changes
Summary: It was just a normal day until suddenly he sprouted wings and began getting flashes of confusing things as if he was remembering another life.
The Story:

It was 2 am and the bar was closing, it took the persistence of his bartender to gently shoo him off his stool to head home. Home. What was even there for him? He's certain Michael would be upset to hear such thoughts but that's the low he was feeling today. All sorts of things running through his head about what the hell he's even doing with his life. What is he meant to be? Any sort of things that would plague the normal man, or so he'd keep telling himself so this didn't seem like it was a problem at all. As he staggers out of the bar, tired, worn down and too drunk to pay attention to how he sways, he'll manage only a few feet before bumping into someone. This someone isn't kind enough to just let him shuffle past, instead he's shoved roughly, toppling heavily against a parked car. He's barked at and berated about how much of a rude, disgusting and pathetic man he is.

The insults are the one last straw he needed and he pushes himself back up to meet the other. He'd been itching for a fight this time. He feels a surge of anger pull at him as he stalks up to get in the others face. That's when he feels it; a shift right along the spine near his shoulder blades, a crawling of his skin and an almost stretching sensation but he can't place it, he doesn't remember what this feeling was and he was too out of it to care. He ignores it, blind in his drunken rage as he attacks the man, catching a brief look of wide-eyed horror before there's a cry and blood sprayed across the glass of a shop window. Gabriel stands seething over the body and realizes he hasn't simply beat the man with his fists… there's too much blood pooling out onto the sidewalk for that and his back… his back feels heavy.

A rustle of wind through his feathers causes him to shiver and feel an alien sensation from the new appendages. He turns slowly to look up, as if he's afraid to peer over his shoulders at the slightly raised wings. They react to his surprise, suddenly drawing in and folding against his back. His heart is racing a mile a minute as he nearly turns a circle to look at them and get them in a better light. Wings!? How is this even real?? He's not that drunk. There's no way. Did someone slip him something?

Then the strong scent of copper hits his nose and his attention is back on the body. He can't hear a heartbeat. Though, there's a brief moment of confusion at that thought. why should I hear a heartbeat from here? As if that was normal?

Wait. Was that man dead? Had he killed him?

Stooping lower he realizes that the throat is cut. But he didn't have a knife, how could he possibly have killed the man in such a way? Something in the back of his mind tells him he did it, that his wings somehow are the culprit. WHY does he suddenly have wings?? It's like a war of instincts in his head, one confused at why this is happening and the other understanding just what is going on. He doesn't remember what he is. All he can think is I'm a FREAK. I'm some kind of monster and I just killed someone.

So he ran.

((ooc: so feel free to have someone witness the "fight" or the sudden appearance of wings or see Gabriel run off. Or maybe you talk to a witness and find the body or follow a trail. He's going to run and hide and summon his brother, also approach with caution while he's worked up, he can't quite control things. He'll also be seen going to a church later when things've calmed down some to go Confess. But I'm up for just about anything, especially since the event is over! Please shoot me a private message if you're not sure, or poke me on plurk (AceOfSwords)))

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Gabriel hasn't been in a church often, to drunk and bitter to go cry to another Father he's almost certain isn't actually there anymore to listen to his pleas for help. If there were a God, he abandoned them long ago, and this newest incident is even more clear. But he's frightened, confused and angry. Michael certainly did his best to calm him down but that didn't mean he was thinking entirely straight. Yet something still drew him into that confession box this day. Maybe he thought THIS TIME he would hear, through his Pastor, through the church he'd get answers to this. He didn't know what else to do. They'd find that body soon, they'd trace it back to him and he'd have ruined his life in a blink once more. He'd lose his brother. He'd be locked up for life he was sure of it. If he were lucky and not killed for being some sort of monster, or worse.

He sits, head bowed in the confining confession box and waits, listening for someone to enter on the other side.

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned… it's been …" A brief intake and a slow exhale as he thinks, "Months…I think, since my last confession."

William doesn't even know if he's coming or going anymore, floating around his church in half a daze. Weird things were happening, strange things, and he's almost tempted to start calling up some of the older pastors, the hard core priests and ask them about exorcisms, possessions, anything that would involve memories of someone else. When there are images of a world wiped out by angels, it's either a message or an illness. William can only hope it's the latter; that he can deal with.

For now William knows the show must go on, and when he spots someone headed for the confessional he heads over, waiting for the other to sit down before taking his own seat. The moment the other starts talking is the moment the young priest starts to wonder again, air charged with almost fraught concern. Is it concern? William has to wonder. It feels almost like trepidation.

"You're here now. May God the Father of all mercies help you make a good Confession. What brings you here?"

Gabriel fidgets in his seat, closing his eyes and breathing deep as if it were hard to breath in such a small space with what weighed on him. He slicks a hand back through his hair, making it stay that way for the time being. He then makes the motion of the cross in front of his chest.

"To be honest, I doubt what I've done can be so easily forgiven with prayer, but I need to get this off of my chest. Who else could I possibly talk to?" His brother knows of course but, he'd protect him from his crimes and sweep it under the rug, it would fester there. There's no chance of relief that way.

"I don't even know where to start. There's so much that's happened." He says with a sigh, rubbing a hand over his face.

Whatever it is, it sounds pretty dire, and William is already curious to know what's going on. Normally confessionals are small things that people feel needed forgiving, just one lady the other week had come in to confess she had eaten meat on a certain day. Inwardly, William is pretty sure that God wouldn't care too much for those kinds of transgressions as long as the person led a good enough life.

Still, everyone thought their own confessions were the big ones, otherwise they wouldn't be compelled to visit, and William shifts to get a bit more comfortable, doing his best not to be too judgmental. It's a little difficult when he's so on edge after all these visions, but those can wait until later.

"How about you start from the beginning? You know you can say your piece here and it won't go further."

Gabriel takes another deep breath, filling his lungs and slowly releasing it as he nods. Right. Well, theoretically the beginning is all his drinking, he's certain he should probably confess that while he's at it. It was the alcohol that got him stumbling and enraged so easily, but it should've been just like any other day. He shouldn't have just sprouted wings! But there's another part of himself that's screaming for him to wake up and realize what he is.

"I gave in to my drinking habits and lust." If he were completely honest he never tried to stop to begin with.

"I also fell victim to my anger while drunk, a man shoved me into a parked car and I attacked him."

So far this all probably sounds so simple and normal, but there's trepidation in his voice, a slight waiver as it tightens in his throat. He has to say it though, if there's any chance for being forgiven or at least given answers to what he was, then he'd have to say the truth.

"Father, you're going to think I've gone completely insane but I swear to you what happened next was real..." Hokay here it goes.

"I killed the man that accosted me, I grew wings and with them I slit his throat in my blind rage. I had no control of myself. I--I've never murdered anyone but there's so much in my head telling me I've killed more, billions. Or will... I think it's in the future, but I'm not sure. I'm so confused."

He turns to the holed wooden screen where he can see flashes of skin or the white of Williams collar.

"Father, what should I do?"

It started out sounding like the same old stuff. Someone got drunk and laid. This town was no more innocent than the next one, and William briefly does have to wonder if he's heard everything this town has to throw at him when it comes to confessions. In a small way he's disappointed and William isn't even sure what it is he was waiting for. The images in his head probably have something to do it, perhaps he's been waiting for baited breath as he subconsciously waited for something to happen.

As Gabriel continues to talk, William starts to realize this is much worse than he assumed, enough that even he gives a brief thought upwards to forgive himself for making such a hasty judgement. Attacked a person? William can't remember a time when he's had one of these that would have most people running for the phone to call the police. And it kept on getting worse, William feeling his stomach sink to his feet. Killed a person! This man killed a person! There's so much to think on that he barely even registers the wings part, jolting hard enough to smack the back of his head on the booth. What?!

Wings!?

Shit, he had to say something, but suddenly William can barely find it in him to speak. His mouth is dry and it's even hard to draw breath. It's all too easy to imagine what happened when it's striking a chord somewhere in him. Somehow William manages to keep his tone of voice steady, taking the horror out on twisting his hands instead.

"I don't know? I mean, does this normally happen?"

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"What?" Comes out incredulously, almost somewhat insulted at the thought. If this were normal did he honestly think he'd be this worried over it? Or that he'd come to confess his crime at all?

What's worse is the "I don't know?" but he supposes even a pastor would lose his focus after a story like that. He sighs softly, very nearly apologizing for his uppity response.

"No, I mean, I don't know... I'm getting these visions of the future but it's like I've lived it already. Memories that I've forgotten somehow. But, that doesn't even make sense. This only started recently though, I just thought maybe it was the alcohol or something, like I was dozing where I sat and dreaming it all." And then he grew wings.

Darn right William has lost his focus. It's almost as if he's stuck in a horror story somehow, where he knows what's going to happen but there's no way out. Wings! Using wings to kill another person. But then that meant the person sat in the booth was an angel.

William has to take a few deep breaths to even let that sink in. He was just a pastor in a small town, no big deal, he wasn't important and all of a sudden he has someone confessing to being an angel in his church. And what was worse is William doesn't even doubt it. Maybe he should call the hospital up and order two white straight jackets?

Okay, someone had to take control of this, and in all fairness this man had come to ask for help. Freaking out about it wasn't helping anyone, and so William takes another deep breath, nodding to himself as he folds his arms.

"This isn't the first thing I've heard of visions lately. Just what is it that you're seeing?"

"I..." He wracks his brain a moment for the answer to that. It was barely bits and pieces and he'd pushed most of his from his mind. Now though there are some things ringing clearer and sticking with him since he grew those wings. He closes his eyes, brow knitted as he focuses on what he sees.

"A wasteland. A-and a mountain fortress? With more winged people swarming around." A pause. "Angels. They're angels." He's going with his gut feeling and what his memory is telling him, so he says this with certainty.

"Then... I think it goes into the past, a desert... a small boy and my brother. He's spattered in blood and there are people, dead people everywhere."

He's shaking slightly, the Gabriel Broderic in his mind is freaking out, while the Archangel part of him is comfortable and it's clashing oddly so that his body doesn't know how to react to how he feels.

"I did this. I mean, there's a war against humanity and I lead it. I've killed--I kill billions in the future." And he enjoys it, he can feel it in his bones that he believes it to be the right thing. Is it his destiny? Is this what he's meant to do? Is he meant to bring about an apocalypse and wipe out humanity??

"For God. For my father, I do it to bring him back. He's abandoned us because humanities sins are too great." Oh god he really is an Archangel. He slumps back against the confessional, eyes wide, sweat on his brow as the weight settles in around him as truth. What's he meant to do with this? Why did he forget who and what he was? If he wanted the humans dead why live among them to lead a failure of a life?

He rubs his brow, getting a headache as all this swims around in his skull.

William holds a hand over his mouth as he listens to what Gabriel has to say, trying to stave off a sudden wave of nausea, ignoring how his stomach is starting to turn. It all sounds horribly familiar somehow, as if he knows what's going on even if it does sound like outright ludicrousness. Really, a fortress? Angels? Bringing God back? It all sounds like complete nonsense yet makes sense at the same time.

He wants to pick it apart though, a small piece of the pastor wants to debunk the whole thing before shooing the man out of his church, maybe even tell him to not come back. Why would he embrace madness when things were okay in Storybrooke? Just believing everything that the man was saying was crazy, and William knows at this rate the pair of them will wind up in straight jackets.

Hell, he'd call for them.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about. God is here, we just don't hear from Him as much as we like to. So I wouldn't worry too much about Him abandoning us, I mean if He were to do that it would have happened by now." Somewhere, William's subconscious is giving a bitter laugh at that one, and he does his best to peer through the slats without looking like he is. "And your wings are gone now. Where have they gone? Were they there to begin with?"

He can't stop himself from scoffing bitterly at the thought that God hadn't abandoned them and that he simply was too busy or incapable of speaking with every one of his children. At first he's just bitter but he soon realizes it's budding into anger, anger at God and anger at the Humans for making him leave them sometime in the future. Before he knows whats going on that question of his sanity and if his wings are real has his ire flaring.

There's that stretch and push of skin and muscle before something strikes the wooden walls of the confining confessional. The noise, though solid is somewhat muffled by his feathers and he curses softly once his anger has dulled again. It was a pain trying to put them away the first time. He can't walk out with them in full view, he doesn't want to draw that sort of attention.

A turn of his head has him realizing that the little slotted window where he can speak to the pastor is covered by long primaries and it takes him a moment before they pull back and his wings fold somewhat uncomfortably behind him.

"There. Now you have your answer." The noise alone should be enough but if he could see flashes of the Pastor next to him then no doubt he could see the dark shapes as they move.

He sighs softly, closing his eyes and trying to remember how he willed them away the first time. He just needs to focus and remember how it felt and maybe with enough concentration they'll go away.

It was a desperate plea in a way, one that William had thrown out there to ward away the harsh truth. And now that too had been cast aside, the truth as blatant as the dark primaries William would see almost trying to make their way through the slotted window gaps. He's not sure if it's possible to feel so shocked and yet not at all concerned by this turn of events, feeling as if he's just seen this before now and it's routine. How could such a thing even be routine?!

"I see it." How could he now? The rustling of the wings against the enclosed space has the hairs on the back of William's neck rising, the pastor cringing as if they were nails down a chalkboard. Another ridiculous notion; feathers were soft, not hard enough to scratch things.

William knows he has to move things along somehow, to try and get something out of the other so he can talk it through and send Gabriel on his way. Right now though, there's very little coming to mind, the young man throwing out the first thing that even comes to his mind.

"So what are you going to do now?"

There's a lengthy pause to follow that question and after a frustrating couple of moments trying to get his wings put away, he gives up with a groan. He buries his face in his hands, fingertips digging into the hairline.

"I don't know." His voice sounded weak and weary, edging in desperate. "I honestly don't know. I turned into a freak and a murderer in one night and you're trying to tell me this is some act of God?"

There's a soft, humorless laugh that sounds slightly unhinged. "the sad thing is is that almost feels like the truth. Like I'm some sort of Angel sent to punish humanity or some such. And that's completely ridiculous."

He can't put his finger on it really, there's so many confusing thoughts, memories, feelings sparking here and there if he gives his mind a moment to slow down and focus.

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