A ring of holy fire

[tricksterofthelord]

[The way Gabriel appears on the Plane can be described as dramatic. He's standing in the middle of a ring of fire... But for once, he doesn't seem all pleased about this.]

Oh, no no no, I'm not playing this game.

[He starts and disappears, together with the fire around him. Just to reappear a bit further away, with the same 'accessory'. His brows furrow, and his lips are tightly pressed together, just like a whining child.]

Come on... [He grumbles, and steps near the the fire, but immediately retreats to the middle of the ring. This is the kind of fire he detest. He gives a frustrated noise, as he crosses his arms and thinks about how to make this work...]


((ooc: So Gabriel is surrounded by a ring of fire that burns on holy oil. That fire bounds angels only. And yay No emotional barrier event! Have fun, he's grumpy. ))

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[tricksterofthelord]

[Thankfully, the fire stops every magic too, so the 'funny' stranger won't end up with daggers in his chest. But Gabriel is trying with a death glare.] Do I look like one, Chuckles? Do I?

Nah, it will stop burning. In a few years.

[desertdaggers]

[that would be rather embarrassing.] Well, maybe in different clothes. […yes keep poking that bear, that's a good idea.]

Years? Someone really doesn't like you, do they. [frowning, and rubbing the back of his head. what to do.]

[tricksterofthelord]

[Hawk, you, Gabriel's watching you. He would even like your humor if you weren't joking on him.] Dude, I dig your style, I really do. [Wait, no hey, he didn't want to encourage this little whoever...! Why did he say that?!] But get lost, will ya?

'T was all just a misunderstanding, 'kay? They can't take a damn joke. I didn't want to hurt anyone-- [Shut up, shut up... Gabriel stops and just looks away a bit confused. What is happening?!]

[desertdaggers]

[Hawk grins, straightening up a touch, and he should stop, but he can't resist pushing a little further.] Mm, I think I'll stay.

[but more seriously] …so it got out of hand? Who did it hurt? [maybe that will help. …somehow. He probably won't know the names, but…]

[tricksterofthelord]

Why you little shit...! [Gabriel groans and stomps just like a child then turns away, because this is very embarrassing.] It hurt no-one, it wasn't a prank like that, I just wanted ta make them see a point but no, why would they ever listen ta me!? I say it's suicide, an' they go good then and just walk right into the middle of it! They just had to turn it too personal-- [Then he catches himself rambling to a stranger...!]

Listen, kid, just get me some water or sand and get me outta here, 'kay?!

[desertdaggers]

[one who definitely thinks those are more the actions of a kid than someone who ought to be older than him, if he's any judge] And you're sure it was them?

[He lifts one shoulder, then nods, half-turning before stopping.] …will you be doing anything like that when you're out?

[tricksterofthelord]

We just parted after they interrogated me, I'm pretty sure, kid.

[He so wants to say no, because lying is easier to get through with some things in this world.] Yes, I'm the Trickster after all. [He refuses the urge to facepalm, he really does, because he wanted to say no! Why can't he say no, what's happening?!] But I'm not gonna hurt ya.

[desertdaggers]

The does make it pretty obvious, you're right.

The Trickster? [that's not so much a thing in his own world's mythology, but he gets the idea. He frowns again, though he eases up after a moment or two with a nod.] Good enough. I'll be back in a bit.

[and he heads to the kitchen to see what he can find to bring back some water with]

[tricksterofthelord]

Duh.

[Gabriel snorts in disbelief, because he just said he so will continue, well, his trickster way and yet this fellow still helps him. Okay. Well, good people will be good people.] Your mother or whoever you want must be proud of ya!

[desertdaggers]

[Maybe he's wrong to choose to do that. This guy doesn't have to pay any attention to who's done him favours or not, but all the same, he can't say he's in favour of being trapped.

Hawk's shoulders are stiff when he comes back with a pan of water, enough to extinguish enough of the flames for someone to walk through.]

How's that?

[tricksterofthelord]

[Gabriel blinks when the fella indeed appears to extinguish the flames. He raises an eyebrow at the other for a moment, but then he teleports out of the ring to a bit further away.]

Thanks, bro... 'kay, see, I don't like to be in debt so is there anything particular you'd want for this? [Look at that, the pollen's making him soft against helpful people.]

[desertdaggers]

[oh. now that he hadn't anticipated, and he turns to face Gabriel again, curious, eyebrows raised.]

Hmm. [He tilts his head, thinking- but the comment about his mother being proud of him bothers him- there's no one who would be proud of him right now. He's not proud of himself. It's probably a risk, asking someone like him- but if he plays only whatever was certain, he won't get anywhere.

He lifts his head and smiles, spreading one hand out.]

Well, then… freedom for freedom. How does that sound?

[tricksterofthelord]

[Gabriel snorts as he's eying the other.]

Freedom, huh. [He lets out a long sigh. He contemplates.] Alright kid, if that's what ya want. I'm not gonna beg ya, 's not my style. So, good day then! [And he turns to get some drinks, then maybe get on with his tricks later, away from the people who trapped him.]

[desertdaggers]

[…hm. That sounded like a dismissal. But he's not quite willing to give up on any sliver of hope.]

Or even ask for a few more details?