24 - Gabriel - Video

[hung_garian]

[Gabriel looks a little uncomfortable when he pops up on screen. The pain's not even that bad, but to anyone who knows him, it shouldn't be a surprise to discover that he's still a huge baby about the mildest discomfort.]

I'm sure we're gonna be inundated with complaints about this before long if it is an experiment, buuuuut... all you people with

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[doctorsoldier]

[See John stare. Mostly out of abject confusion on the 'wings' and then the 'magical flying ponies' parts of that.]

I'm not...a veterinarian or anything, but I do know muscle spasms. I've been having them too, right over my shoulder blades.

[doctorsoldier]

[PS:]

How'd you manage the door?

[Because he's not going to flirt with a weird mind-door opener while he pokes at him. He starts just under the bone, thumbs pressing against skin and the muscles beneath it. He's looking for anything odd...like oh...lumps? Cysts? Bone growths?]

...I don't know if these wings make sense :T

[hung_garian]

Like I said, not human. Feel free to cower in awe.

[There are lumps there, a little way below the bone, pushing the muscle down to make their way through and up - there can't be that much more pressure they can exert before the muscle starts to tear. They're not very prominent, because let's face it, Gabriel's not what you'd call skinny, but they're fairly well-defined anyway, and not that far under the skin. In fact, the most obvious ones feel strangely like elbows, though not as boney.]

I was always curious where their wings went when they were in their meat suits.

[doctorsoldier]

This is me cowering.

[Yeah, not paying attention. He's outlining the bulges gently with his fingertips, humming slightly.]

Jesus.

Beats me |D I'm going with 'another plane of existence' atm, though I'm not sure what I mean by it.

[hung_garian]

Not quite, but you're in the right family.

[He shifts his weight a little, not exactly nervously, but not quite at ease, either.]

Any thoughts? If an alien's gonna rip its way out, I'm not gonna be amused. I hated those movies.

Hammer/Mallet space.

[doctorsoldier]

Don't tell me you think you're God.

[He's not religious, but he finds the idea of Gabriel being 'God' just too funny to pass up a snort.]

I think you're alien free, but there's something under here. A sack of something.

pfft. Yes. XD

[hung_garian]

Nope, still a bit off. Most people get it after the name and the wings, but you're a bit slow, aren'tcha?

[He turns to face John, mostly because there's something a little squicky to him about being able to feel those lumps moving in his back.]

I don't usually carry sacks around in there. Guess we'll have to wait and see what's in it, huh? Here's hoping it's nothing too evil.

[He's beginning to think Castiel might be right in his theory about the wings, especially given how many experiment have affected his wings before - the interns seem pretty fascinated by them, and he wouldn't put it past them to try giving everyone a pair. And these are in the right place - right under where his own wings would be if they were actually tangible.]

Re: pfft. Yes. XD

[doctorsoldier]

You are not the archangel.

[John's amused though. See that hip jutting out? That's amusement.]

You'd have wings. And buddy? I don't see any wings.

[hung_garian]

Were you always this trusting?

[He rolls his eyes, and steps back slightly. As he does so, a rather large set of shadows unfold behind him - whatever's casting the shadow isn't visible, but it's clear from the shape that they're a pretty impressive pair of wings.]

Satisfied? First the shirt off, then the wings out - what's next? You do know I'm not a stripper, right?

[doctorsoldier]

[Excuse the look of...horror? Amazement? Someone's speechless.]

[hung_garian]

If you could resist the urge to prostrate yourself, that'd be great. It's always so embarrassing when that happens.

[The wings fold back in. Gabriel's a lot less impressive without them.]

[doctorsoldier]

[John presses his fingers against the corners of his eyes.]

Great. I'm mental. And I've a mate who's an archangel with shadow wings and... Evidently we're all growing wings and--

Did I die? Tell me honestly. Am I actually dead? Last thing I remember was an explosion.

[hung_garian]

You are mental, but I already told you we're not mates, and as far as I know, you're not dead. See, you've got a pulse and everything - I don't know what they teach you in med school back on your side of the pond, pal, but I think that's generally a pretty good indicator of not being dead.

[doctorsoldier]

There's no such thing as real angels where I'm from either so how do I know if being dead here includes a pulse!

[He'll be sad that you're not his friend - though you totally are -- later.]

[hung_garian]

You sure? 'Cause most people where I'm from think that, too. If it's any help, you think, therefore you are. As far as I know, we're alive in the conventional way, but if we're not, what's the difference? But let's not get into philosophy.

[doctorsoldier]

[Can't. Deal. With. This. Now.]

Whatever. Doesn't bloody matter.

[His own shoulderblades are aching terribly and he groans with displeasure.]

Listen, take some pain killers. Whatever those are... It might be best just to do it surgically before they erupt. I don't know what damage they might do.