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mGabriel 7
Jun. 7th, 2013 12:26 pm( First day on the job )
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( Learn something new )
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Jack was troubled to learn who the Prophet was; Angela was outraged.
"The Reaper is for settling quarrels," she fumed, "but not under false pretenses like this!"
"Easy, easy," Gabriel soothed. "I'll settle his hash, no worries. But I need to know what I'm getting into with Liao. If she takes the Reaper back, she's reunited with her magic and should become mortal again, right?"
Both transhumans nodded slowly.
"What happens to the Reaper if she dies at that point?"
Angela frowned. "That is an excellent question. Certainly, it is more than simply 'Liao's magic' by now."
"That's our lesson subject for today," Gabriel said, clapping his hands together. "I want as much information as possible before I go talk to Zenyatta."
"Zenyatta?" Jack repeated. "Not-"
"Nope. I promised Zenyatta I'd talk to him about the nature of the Reaper, remember? I'm hoping he'll be able to shed some light on our problem if we can't find the answer ourselves, because the Reaper doesn't deserve to die with Liao."
The imaginary cat looked at him in surprise and a little bit of hope.
I'm a protector, he thought firmly. We're in this together. I'll protect you.
The cat trembled and huddled in his lap, overwhelmed by emotions it didn't know what to do with. Gabriel laid one hand on the table close to Jack, who immediately started brushing his knuckles with one thumb, soothing Gabriel and the imaginary cat both.
"Gabriel?" Angela asked warily.
"The Reaper wasn't expecting me to defend it," he answered in a quiet voice. "It's used to being taken for granted, ordered around, cursed - not treated with compassion. It doesn't even necessarily want to kill, it's just doing what it's been made to do in the past, what made Liao happy. I'll need to talk to it later, but right now it's kind of rattled."
The harpy winced. "Knowing that...the last ten years...no wonder it hates Amelie so. I will start our research."
She hurried off into the stacks, and Jack leaned over to kiss his mate. "Best protector anyone could ask for," he murmured proudly. "But I may be biased."
"I think your dad might disagree," Gabriel teased.
"Pa can go suck an egg, I'm happier with you than I've ever been and if he wants to keep seeing me on holidays then he'll keep his prejudices to himself."
Gabriel kissed him, slow and sweet. "And if he opens his mouth, maybe I'll just open mine and let him know what terminal condition Uncle Alfred had."
Jack laughed. In Gabriel's lap, the imaginary cat settled down and started purring.
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( Learn something new )
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Jack was troubled to learn who the Prophet was; Angela was outraged.
"The Reaper is for settling quarrels," she fumed, "but not under false pretenses like this!"
"Easy, easy," Gabriel soothed. "I'll settle his hash, no worries. But I need to know what I'm getting into with Liao. If she takes the Reaper back, she's reunited with her magic and should become mortal again, right?"
Both transhumans nodded slowly.
"What happens to the Reaper if she dies at that point?"
Angela frowned. "That is an excellent question. Certainly, it is more than simply 'Liao's magic' by now."
"That's our lesson subject for today," Gabriel said, clapping his hands together. "I want as much information as possible before I go talk to Zenyatta."
"Zenyatta?" Jack repeated. "Not-"
"Nope. I promised Zenyatta I'd talk to him about the nature of the Reaper, remember? I'm hoping he'll be able to shed some light on our problem if we can't find the answer ourselves, because the Reaper doesn't deserve to die with Liao."
The imaginary cat looked at him in surprise and a little bit of hope.
I'm a protector, he thought firmly. We're in this together. I'll protect you.
The cat trembled and huddled in his lap, overwhelmed by emotions it didn't know what to do with. Gabriel laid one hand on the table close to Jack, who immediately started brushing his knuckles with one thumb, soothing Gabriel and the imaginary cat both.
"Gabriel?" Angela asked warily.
"The Reaper wasn't expecting me to defend it," he answered in a quiet voice. "It's used to being taken for granted, ordered around, cursed - not treated with compassion. It doesn't even necessarily want to kill, it's just doing what it's been made to do in the past, what made Liao happy. I'll need to talk to it later, but right now it's kind of rattled."
The harpy winced. "Knowing that...the last ten years...no wonder it hates Amelie so. I will start our research."
She hurried off into the stacks, and Jack leaned over to kiss his mate. "Best protector anyone could ask for," he murmured proudly. "But I may be biased."
"I think your dad might disagree," Gabriel teased.
"Pa can go suck an egg, I'm happier with you than I've ever been and if he wants to keep seeing me on holidays then he'll keep his prejudices to himself."
Gabriel kissed him, slow and sweet. "And if he opens his mouth, maybe I'll just open mine and let him know what terminal condition Uncle Alfred had."
Jack laughed. In Gabriel's lap, the imaginary cat settled down and started purring.
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