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「 GABRIEL.BECKE 」
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Gabriel was tired and more than anything he just wanted to kill the damn witch and call it a day. He dreamt of being home under his bed covers and sleeping until the dawn of the new year. However, such dreams were never meant to be which only left him with the cold reality - literally.
It was easy to tune out the mindless deductions from his partner, but it was considerably harder to ignore his presence when said man opened the door and let the cold air rush in. Gabriel tightened his jaw, and rolled his eyes in annoyance but didn’t give anymore signs of his state of cold.
For such a tall man, one would think he’d always be warm.
"Any place you think would make sense for a Witch to turn into her gingerbread house?” Seth picked up a candy wrapper and began to read the labels while directing the question at the Egyptian pair. It could have been for him, but it begged the question why his partner would ask something he already knew the answer to. Knowing Seth’s dislike for inefficiency it was counter intuitive to everything Gabriel thought he knew.
Seeing his partner sit down Gabriel moved to the door frame and leaned against it, “If I were a witch where would I hide a ginger bread house.” He thought for a moment and when the light bulb turned on he nodded his head in appreciation. “Probably the woods. Desolate, dead, and somewhere deep in the heart of everything. After all, that’s where the original story is set.”
It was a guess, but a guess nonetheless and hopefully it would spark some sort of genius into his partner to make the god awful mission end already. Normally Gabriel’s attitude toward his life as an animus was neutral - as he’d come to terms with the responsibility, but when plucked right from sleep to travel to America his opinion was hardly positive.
“Unless they have another idea,” Gabriel looked behind himself to see if the other pair was nearby and listening or off wandering on their own. He wouldn’t put it past Ethel to do so seeing as to how she practically stormed inside the candy shop, and like a puppy her partner would follow.
They seemed to harmonize with each other in a way that was opposite of how Gabriel and Seth worked. From what he could gather in the hour he’s spent with her, he knows that she possesses a certain kind of fearlessness. A fiery intent to be her best, and yet she can sooth a racing heart with her presence. It was odd, and Gabriel wasn’t sure if he enjoyed the feeling of being at peace for fear instilled a permeant protection instinct that’s saved his ass more than once.
Elliot however is calm even without his partner. Gabriel knew beforehand that the boy could control water, but he always associated the element with turmoil. The crashing of waves against rocks or the slow drowning of people who can’t swim. Water, to Gabriel at least, was not a peaceful element and as such despite Elliot having done nothing wrong he would like to keep his distance.
His judgement could be completely wrong however, as it has been many times before.
It was easy to tune out the mindless deductions from his partner, but it was considerably harder to ignore his presence when said man opened the door and let the cold air rush in. Gabriel tightened his jaw, and rolled his eyes in annoyance but didn’t give anymore signs of his state of cold.
For such a tall man, one would think he’d always be warm.
"Any place you think would make sense for a Witch to turn into her gingerbread house?” Seth picked up a candy wrapper and began to read the labels while directing the question at the Egyptian pair. It could have been for him, but it begged the question why his partner would ask something he already knew the answer to. Knowing Seth’s dislike for inefficiency it was counter intuitive to everything Gabriel thought he knew.
Seeing his partner sit down Gabriel moved to the door frame and leaned against it, “If I were a witch where would I hide a ginger bread house.” He thought for a moment and when the light bulb turned on he nodded his head in appreciation. “Probably the woods. Desolate, dead, and somewhere deep in the heart of everything. After all, that’s where the original story is set.”
It was a guess, but a guess nonetheless and hopefully it would spark some sort of genius into his partner to make the god awful mission end already. Normally Gabriel’s attitude toward his life as an animus was neutral - as he’d come to terms with the responsibility, but when plucked right from sleep to travel to America his opinion was hardly positive.
“Unless they have another idea,” Gabriel looked behind himself to see if the other pair was nearby and listening or off wandering on their own. He wouldn’t put it past Ethel to do so seeing as to how she practically stormed inside the candy shop, and like a puppy her partner would follow.
They seemed to harmonize with each other in a way that was opposite of how Gabriel and Seth worked. From what he could gather in the hour he’s spent with her, he knows that she possesses a certain kind of fearlessness. A fiery intent to be her best, and yet she can sooth a racing heart with her presence. It was odd, and Gabriel wasn’t sure if he enjoyed the feeling of being at peace for fear instilled a permeant protection instinct that’s saved his ass more than once.
Elliot however is calm even without his partner. Gabriel knew beforehand that the boy could control water, but he always associated the element with turmoil. The crashing of waves against rocks or the slow drowning of people who can’t swim. Water, to Gabriel at least, was not a peaceful element and as such despite Elliot having done nothing wrong he would like to keep his distance.
His judgement could be completely wrong however, as it has been many times before.