Reunions aren't so great sometimes... For Gabrielonewingbloody

[tommy_dagget_tm]

(current time: twelve years have passed. It is modern day Los Angeles(MacArthur Park DistricTen long years had passed since the incident at the monastery and he hadn't looked back since. Upon being advised that maybe God was telling him to stay open in the world and not secluded, Thomas was bitter at first. He'd been pulled through the wringer by

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[onewingbloody]

Gabriel was waiting for him.

The angel had apparently moved a chair into the entry hallway and set it facing the door, and was perched atop it in the distinctive pose the angels favored, his fingers steepled before him, managing to project the air that he'd been waiting there unmoving for God knew how long and could have patiently continued to wait for untold hours longer.

"Hi, Thomas," he said calmly, regarding the human before him. Hmm. In his experience, prophets tended to have beards and the ragged glint of madness in their eyes. This one looked moderately sane-- which, when referring to the monkeys, generally meant living in denial.

Still; a prophet was a prophet. Micah had been kind enough to inform him of this one's existence before having his existence ended.

He could smell blood on the human, violence of some sort from earlier in the day. Gabriel smiled. Good smell.

(OOC--- the kicker *laughs* is that this Gabriel won't know who Thomas IS-- he's "from" the year 1919, so he hasn't actually lived all of the interaction

[tommy_dagget_tm]

Thomas really had quit smoking five years ago, but he knew that some day, somehow, Gabriel would find him and most likely, finish the job. Thomas stared at the Archangel as if he had been practicing that look for the last ten years. Slowly, he went to the closet, showing that he wasn't going to use violence right away and reached in for the one thing that he had saved on his quitting day; a full pack.

Lighting one was like a challenge and surrender all at once. Thomas gave no other indicator, which it was before he started hacking, and coughing from the first drag. Soon enough, the familiar comforting tingle returned.

“Have you come to finish your job or is this where I get even more skin burned off me?” No one else had seen it, save for a few, the burn marks on his legs. That incident at the monastery hadn’t left him completely unscarred.

(ooc--No worries - Thomas is not knowledgeable on time travel either. *G*)

[onewingbloody]

Gabriel watched the monkey with mild interest as he moved to a doorway, reached inside it, and came out with what had to be cigarettes-- the things hadn't changed that much in the 80-odd years he'd skipped. His smile grew a bit. They did love hastening their own destruction, didn't they? As if something in them knew how flawed they were in their very essence, and urged them all to mass suicide, through wars and drugs and diseases and weapons and... The universe itself, acting to clean this fallen race from the face of Creation

[tommy_dagget_tm]

Now it was Thomas' turn to be taken aback. The Archangel had a strange look about him. Oh, the pure and undiluted arrogance was still there, but so was confusion.

"You know, It'd be a lot less bigger, if you let go of that ego. What's the matter Gabe, did Lucifer knock the last bit of sense out of you, while you two were roomies?" Another drag and soon, another. In a minute or two, either the talk would continue or he would be dead. Scared or not, he was through with backing down.

[tommy_dagget_tm]

Was he really already “almost” but not quite dead? Coughing and hacking and not even being polite about it all, by Thomas’ estimation, he probably had less than an hour before Gabriel snapped and ended his torture anyway.

Thomas had already lost and had the freedom to tell it like it truly was. Gabriel wanted to know how? Fine, then Gabriel would be told. Not that the spoiled archangel would believe him or anything.

“By your own sins you will be invited there by the Morning Star himself. And be dragged down there personally. But on the bright side, at least you got somebody’s attention. Old Lucifer doesn’t do that for just anybody.”

[onewingbloody]

Gabriel stared another long moment. For a moment, doubt flickered across his features-- then he took a step back from Tommy as if refusing his words, punctuated with a sharp shake of his head.

"You got no idea what you're talking about, Tommy. Lucifer's got no authority over me. Only over the fallen.

"There's no way the Boss lets him touch me."

[tommy_dagget_tm]

"Well, keep going on the path you are going on ..."

He would say more, but that awful hack hit him full force. Was that black phlegm?

[tommy_dagget_tm]

"Well, keep going on the path you are going on ..."

He would say more, but the awful hacking cough hit him full force. Was that black phlegm?