Gods have this weird thing where their logic ain't normal people logic and 'cause of that, they should just not do anything with other people until they figure that out on their own time. And it's always assimilation. Always. Different kinds, same frickin' idea. She's like a super matronly version of Ego.
Edited 2019-01-03 19:52 (UTC)
Hell if I know.
[Gabriel makes no secret that he cares very little for the politicking of this foreign planet, nor is he very interested in understanding the thought processes of a so-called goddess. It always seems to end badly for the refugees either way, so all he can really do is look out for himself.
And Jack, he guesses.]
Probably thought she was doing what was best.
[But of course, no one should make that kind of decision for someone else.]
[Gabriel makes no secret that he cares very little for the politicking of this foreign planet, nor is he very interested in understanding the thought processes of a so-called goddess. It always seems to end badly for the refugees either way, so all he can really do is look out for himself.
And Jack, he guesses.]
Probably thought she was doing what was best.
[But of course, no one should make that kind of decision for someone else.]
Shit. I keep forgetting who I've told that to.
Yeah, and I killed him... I mean I had help, but I built the bomb what did it.
[AND WE DON'T VEER CREDIT TO PEOPLE NOT ON THIS PLANET.]
Yeah, and I killed him... I mean I had help, but I built the bomb what did it.
[AND WE DON'T VEER CREDIT TO PEOPLE NOT ON THIS PLANET.]
This was a bomb made with a couple of batteries housing one of the most powerful energy sources known to the galaxy set right in his frickin' core.
He was also a planet.
He was also a planet.
Edited 2019-01-08 18:50 (UTC)
I'm deciding.
[Of course he's going to untie Jack, but Gabriel wouldn't be Gabriel if he didn't make it at least a little difficult. He pretends to ponder this for a very long moment before speaking again.]
How was the sandwich?
[Possibly the answer to that question will determine whether or not Jack gets untied.]
[Of course he's going to untie Jack, but Gabriel wouldn't be Gabriel if he didn't make it at least a little difficult. He pretends to ponder this for a very long moment before speaking again.]
How was the sandwich?
[Possibly the answer to that question will determine whether or not Jack gets untied.]
[That answer seems to be serviceable as well, and after Gabriel considers it for a moment, he stands, moving around behind Jack and fiddling with the collar and chain until it comes undone. He lets it fall to the ground, and it's clear he intends to leave it there, post in the ground and all.]
Go home and shower. You reek.
Go home and shower. You reek.
There's one who died and they hollowed out its skull and built a space station in it. I don't do a lot of research into Celestials.
But I did meet a god that wasn't a planet, so I guess it's not every god. Just two out of three that are somehow planet-adjacent.
But I did meet a god that wasn't a planet, so I guess it's not every god. Just two out of three that are somehow planet-adjacent.
[Jack seems to be okay, at least, which relieves Gabriel more than he wants to admit or even let show. He waits patiently while Jack collects himself, then he starts to walk, waving a hand dismissively at the concern for the equipment.]
I've got it all back at the apartment.
[You're welcome, though he likes to think that maybe Jack would have done the same for him. Maybe. It's hard to tell, nowadays, and perhaps Gabriel doesn't want to entertain a world where Jack would leave him--though maybe that world already exists in his future.
He casts a glance back to try and shake those fairly specific thoughts from his head, raising an eyebrow at the way Jack has chosen to cover himself.]
Are you gonna walk home with your dick out?
I've got it all back at the apartment.
[You're welcome, though he likes to think that maybe Jack would have done the same for him. Maybe. It's hard to tell, nowadays, and perhaps Gabriel doesn't want to entertain a world where Jack would leave him--though maybe that world already exists in his future.
He casts a glance back to try and shake those fairly specific thoughts from his head, raising an eyebrow at the way Jack has chosen to cover himself.]
Are you gonna walk home with your dick out?
It was ridiculous. Now it's all gone. Good riddance to bad crazy, right?
[hahaha issues? what issues?]
[hahaha issues? what issues?]
It's not about being a prude, Morrison. It's about not wanting to look at your old man balls.
[Least of all him, apparently, despite the fact that they're fairly close in age, even with all the time shenanigans between them. But that seems to be all he has to say, and he waits patiently while Jack readjusts. Satisfied with the new configuration, he continues on and walks in silence until Jack pipes up again.
He can't really say he saw this one coming, and it takes him a moment to answer.]
I figured you would've done the same for me.
[Gabriel isn't entirely sure of that, given everything that's happened between them, but it seems like the right thing to say. Maybe he just hopes it's true.]
[Least of all him, apparently, despite the fact that they're fairly close in age, even with all the time shenanigans between them. But that seems to be all he has to say, and he waits patiently while Jack readjusts. Satisfied with the new configuration, he continues on and walks in silence until Jack pipes up again.
He can't really say he saw this one coming, and it takes him a moment to answer.]
I figured you would've done the same for me.
[Gabriel isn't entirely sure of that, given everything that's happened between them, but it seems like the right thing to say. Maybe he just hopes it's true.]
[Now that the somewhat awkward confession is out of the way, Gabriel keeps his eyes trained forward. They aren’t out of the jungle yet, though the immediate threat seems to have passed. They’ll go home, get cleaned up, reunite Jack with his gear, and then what?
Keep going the way they’ve been going, he guesses, perhaps with one less thing unsaid between them.
For now, he’ll fall back into the comforting familiarity of putting up a front.]
Yeah, well, it hasn’t hit me yet.
[No strange transformations, no spontaneous de-aging. He’s got a new power, sure, but Gabriel most certainly isn’t going to make that known.]
Keep going the way they’ve been going, he guesses, perhaps with one less thing unsaid between them.
For now, he’ll fall back into the comforting familiarity of putting up a front.]
Yeah, well, it hasn’t hit me yet.
[No strange transformations, no spontaneous de-aging. He’s got a new power, sure, but Gabriel most certainly isn’t going to make that known.]
Edited 2019-01-16 23:57 (UTC)
[you can almost hear the SIGH.]
I'm cursed with crazy, probably. What can you do?
I'm cursed with crazy, probably. What can you do?
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