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entrancelogs2014-10-29 08:59 am
onlyhomemade) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-29 08:59 am
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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)))
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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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?"
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"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.
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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?"
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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.
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"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?"
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"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.