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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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[forourqueen]

It worked. His risky plan had really worked, and the ticking was gone. If this was the only curse this damn place wanted to put on him, Gabriel figured he'd have no problem staying where he was until he managed to go back to Azeroth and see if the broken old world still existed. With the way things seemed to go, Deathwing might have obliterated the whole thing by now. Strangely enough, the undead man really didn't care where things headed. His queen wanted to make the Forsaken stronger by collecting dead bodies and reanimating them, and if the Hour of Twilight came, she would have as much of that she wanted. No, letting some oversized dragon take away all the fun of destroying the living was the issue. Deathwing couldn't hate half as well as the Forsaken

[misterblackbird]

It was not a voice with which Cain was familiar. Not immediately, at least. But, of course, there was no reason why his father wouldn't hire on someone new for a task like this. Especially if it was someone with some sort of unusual skill--that was his father's tendency.

And that voice meant that there was someone else here. He was not alone--wherever he was.

But he couldn't deny that a voice like that sent more than a few crawling chills up his spine.

He pulled against the ropes with more force now. A useless sort of thing to do, but the sort of thing done almost out of habit. He pulled--to no avail.

"I doubt they'll be very pleased with you if you kill me. You probably won't even be paid."

[forourqueen]

I doubt they'll be very pleased with you if you kill me. You probably won't even be paid.Now this was interesting. This human thought he was kidnapped on someone's orders, awaiting a ransom? Gabriel taps a bony finger against his chin, a bit thoughtful. Perhaps he should have done a more thorough background check... but money didn't really interest him, as he was used to stealing what he needed and financing anything bigger with the money he got from his 'work' back home. (Though so far, the City didn't seem to have a need for torturers and assassins

[misterblackbird]

Cain knows that smell of mold and earth and rot and grave better than he perhaps would like. But he cannot quite reason out why he should smell it now nor why it should suddenly have grown so strong. It chokes him a little and he tries not to cough.

But when that sudden and unexpected hand (it must be a hand; surely it wouldn't feel so much like a hand to not be a hand) falls on his shoulder from out of nowhere, from out of the darkness his blindfold leaves him in, he tenses--still pulling against the ropes, he holds still as he can. Even when those fingers dig into his skin, he keeps still without being calm.

But at those raw, gravely words--You're not worth anything to me. You're just keeping me company until you croak. Or until I decide to eat you.--realization begins to dawn across his mind. If he were being held by someone, even a stranger or a newcomer, in the pay of DELILAH, there wouldn't be that kind of a threat. That wasn't their way. Even when he'd been caught before, even when he'd been caught in the City, he

[forourqueen]

"None of your business." Gabriel snaps, letting go of Cain's shoulder and roughly shoving the chair back towards the cement wall, not caring if the man cracked his head open again. He expected that question, but how stupid were these useless humans? No names and blindfolded... if he stayed that way, he might have a chance to be let go alive. No face and no name to tell others. Well, at least a chance if he was held by another human. The Forsaken was used to using their prisoners as test subjects and then pieces to make abominations with. Gabriel couldn't remember the last time he had left a target alive