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[forourqueen]

When; January 4th, evening
Rating; R for zombieness
Characters; Asshole rogue (forourqueen) and lady in distress (misterblackbird)
Summary; Gabriel has had enough of the ticking. His solution? Kidnap some company.
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[misterblackbird]

Another day--no curse to speak of, fortunately, but Cain was still obliged to see to his duties at his inherited cafe (no other way to think of it, really, if he wasn't to think of it as his own), which meant that much less time to follow any rumours or whispers he might hear of his missing servant

[forourqueen]

Target acquired. Looking a bit tired and walking home. Perfect; if the man was distracted from a long day, it would be easy to grab him.

Watching Cain stroll by, Gabriel sneaks in behind the other man and quickly looks over Cain, mentally checking for any weapons or other things that could sabotage the plan. The cane didn't bother him too much; it didn't seem to be anything like a mage staff or a wand. No, this man was easy pickings.

Turning one of his daggers around, he grins. Time to stop the ticking.

Slamming the pommel of a dagger into someone's head should not be this satisfying, but to a dried-up corpse like Gabriel, it was delicious. Cain's hat might not survive it, but at least the Forsaken man knew how much force would knock someone out... rather than split their skull.

[misterblackbird]

Even if his hat won't survive, so long as Cain himself survives, he should probably count himself fortunate. He's endured more than a few attacks--both in his own world and in the City, and one does have to wonder when one's good fortune might at last run out.

Not yet, it seems.

But he is dimly aware of a foreboding, of a stirring in the air immediately behind him, of someone unseen now far too close.

He starts at that sense and half turns and would mean to swing the silver knob of his walking stick against whoever his attacker (if it is an attacker at all) might be--it's certainly worked before. The question, of course, is whether it is enough and whether it is soon enough.

[forourqueen]

Not enough, and not fast enough either. The slam of the dagger's skull-shaped pommel is too quick, as Gabriel calmly watches his victim's eyes roll back and crash to the ground. Gripping the collar of Cain's shirt, he hauls the unconscious man over a bony shoulder and picks up any dropped things, such as the smashed hat and the cane. Not leaving any traces was an important part of kidnapping people, and if anything, Gabriel had a little too much experience with this.

It hadn't even taken five minutes, and now he was already on his way back to the abandoned and somewhat water-damaged cellar he now used as a base. The ticking was already less annoying, and Gabriel quickly starts the second 'phase' of his plan. Shoving Cain into the nearest corner, he grabs ropes and a nearby chair, as well as a blindfold. It would have been easier to just stick the man's eyes out, but he preferred to not risk the human dying from shock or infection.

...plus the crying. It would be just as annoying as the ticking.

[misterblackbird]

If he could only know the kind of hell that blinding Cain or destroying his eyes might unleash... How fortunate to avoid that. Not that Cain knows yet how fortunate (or unfortunate) he is