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Soldier: 76 ([personal profile] mylawn) wrote in [community profile] aperture_high2016-11-29 02:46 am

when I lived alone, is there a ghost in my house?

[He's always known, on some level, that Reyes--the mercenary that used to be Reyes--would catch up to him eventually, despite his best efforts. There's only so much he can do to keep word from spreading, especially when he's. Well. What he is, and doing what he's doing. So far he's managed to be elusive, and he would've liked to keep it that way, but he supposes that this confrontation is inevitable.

So he'll make it happen on his own terms. He starts leaving clues, lets Reyes track him to the abandoned warehouse that's already familiar to him so that he can have the meeting on his own turf.

He doesn't know what Reyes expects to find--if he even knows who is waiting for him at the end of this chase, or if he's just after the whispers of the thing that's been ghosting its way in and out of old Overwatch bases. He likes to think he's covered his tracks well enough, but if he'd been truly thorough, he wouldn't be preparing for this encounter in the first place.

All he can really do is stick to the shadows and wait. At the very least, he can safely say that he has the upper hand.
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dusts off not-dead gabe

[personal profile] ensombrecer 2016-11-29 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gabriel is hunting an abomination.

He knows it well enough that tracking it down isn't so much the issue. It's what will happen once he catches it that's the problem. Sometimes, he'd stopped referring to the ghost as something human. Still, it's reckless and brash and certain clues had led him to believe it's none other than Jack Morrison. As thorough and careful as it thinks it is, Gabriel still has the resources and contacts from during his time in Blackwatch to keep himself strategically placed one step behind.

The breadcrumbs are followed dutifully, but carefully, researching each landmark and event that follows before making a move but not letting too much time slip by. His ghost is quick, and doesn't seem to want any sort of attention drawn to it. But bad news follows the black cloud around like an epidemic, and Gabriel isn't one to leave behind any loose ends, no matter how much they want to be left alone.

The Overwatch base is a dead giveaway, so he tightens his grip on his guns and lets out a heavy breath. Stealth and careful planning has always been his forte, but this thing has a knack for being very well-hidden as well. If it's really who he thinks it is, though, he finds this situation odd. During this entire operation, there'd been a lingering feeling of unease in the pit of his stomach which only grew in intensity as the days passed. Pressing himself close to the cold, steely walls of the abandoned base, he sticks to the shadows until he's far enough inside. His entire head is covered by a mask, eyes glowing softly in the dark. When nothing happens, he wonders if he should just announce himself.

If it really is Jack, Gabriel knows he won't reveal himself until he has no choice, and currently, he has all the choices available to him. He walks out into the open, cautiously, guns still in his grips, and looks around quietly. There doesn't seem to be any need for words. The moment he'd stepped foot into the base, he swore he could feel eyes on him, watching his every move.
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[personal profile] ensombrecer 2016-12-08 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ A shiver runs through his entire body, like ice crackling through his veins as he feels the temperature seemingly drop. Even when it's not. He just knows there's something in the shadows, following him, but he can't quite pinpoint it. He just has to hope that when something strikes that he'll be able to follow up and fight back.

Jack never really did play games, but he can almost sense a bit of restlessness when he has the time to analyze these actions later. When black smoke rushes past him in a fury, he startles, gripping his guns tight and snapping them up into position. Ready to shoot, he points it at the retreating tail of smoke, before sprinting after it. No hesitation, even though ever fiber of his being tells him not to blindly run into it.
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[personal profile] ensombrecer 2016-12-19 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ He curses softly under his breath as he tails him, blood pounding in his ears. That feeling of being so close and yet still so apprehensive of what lies ahead; he's pretty sure he isn't going to like this one bit. Of all the horrible, shitty things he's had to face in the past, somehow— this seems to be the most emotionally trying. Steeling himself, blocking those little nervous voices in his head, he continues pursuit until suddenly. He's not.

There's that split moment before the trap is sprung, he knows he should've seen coming, but something about that desperation of catching up or not losing him blinded him for a brief second. A second is all it takes. He turns a corner, and suddenly there's smoke billowing out. A sharp form of a hand cuts through the haze and at his throat, and his first instinct is to throw his arms up.
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Shit!

[ Trigger fingers can't be stopped, and when everything becomes too suffocating all at once, one loud, clear shot rings out. ]
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[personal profile] ensombrecer 2017-02-03 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's hard to tell what's going on at first. There's black smoke everywhere, and just noise, noise, blood pumping in his ears. Then he's suddenly ripped from it when the smoke reels back. ]

Yeah, I'll show you better

[ He unlatches a flash grenade from his belt, launching it at what he thinks is Jack's face. Hoping to blind him for a brief moment, he has his trigger finger on the ready, hoping to blow a wound in him great enough that it will slow him down.]
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[personal profile] ensombrecer 2017-02-14 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He takes this opportunity to pointing his gun right at the greatest point of impact, where the ooze looked thinnest. It'd be easy to just keep shooting, to continue shredding him to pieces until there's nothing left and hope that it stays that way.

If and when the mass starts to solidify a bit, he cracks off another shot. Whether Jack dodges it or not is not of his concern.
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Any last words, Morrison?

[ He has so many questions about his condition, but he's pretty sure Jack also has plenty of things to say to him, too. ]
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[personal profile] ensombrecer 2017-02-17 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ He braces himself for impact. The light armor of his Talon-issued gear isn't exactly the toughest material, but he knows himself well enough that he'll survive. He just has to keep his wits about him, gotta keep a level mind while Jack snarls at him in a frenzy.

When he hits the floor, the wind gets knock out of him but he only gasps for a brief moment, eyes going wide as he struggles to get air into his lungs. Legs kicking out, he tries to get an ankle around whatever body part gets stuck down there (his knee? Ankle? It's hard to say with all that smoke).

His hand swipes across the miasma, reaching for any solid mass to hold onto in hopes of getting his gun back up in time.
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[personal profile] ensombrecer 2017-03-11 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Like quicksand, the more he struggles, the more he seems ensnared in the trap that he'd fallen into. Hand immobilized and the weight of a knee pressing heavily into his stomach stills him momentarily, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He grits his teeth, fist following the motion as he stares up into the stone-cold mask looming over him.

With an experimental twist of his body, he gauges his position. Nope, stuck pretty tight for now. Jack isn't going to give him an opening that easily.
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Heh, you know as well as I do I can do this all day.

[ This close up, he can see the smoky details. How every tendril seems to be a controlled part of him, stitching back together into solid shapes, only to disperse again at will. It's disconcerting, and altogether curious, but not as frightening as he'd thought it would be at this distance. Then again, Gabriel was rarely ever frightened. ]

...what the hell are you, Jack?

[ His tone drops down to something startlingly gentle, with only a hint of a growl in the back of his throat. ]
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[personal profile] ensombrecer 2017-03-18 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ He lets out a gruff sigh, testing the grip Jack has on him. Yeah, he didn't think the guy would be stupid enough to just let him reach out and take the mask off instead of, you know, punching him straight through the mask. Or the shotgun. Whatever's easiest, really.

So, Jack wants some sort of reassurance that he won't just go straight for the gun, huh? He wonders what sort of crazy method they'd have to come up for that, because right now? Gabriel is already getting irritated by the smugness, tempted to just muster up all of the strength he can manage to wrestle him off.

Hell, he might end up doing just that.
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Sounds like a dare if I ever heard one.
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[personal profile] ensombrecer 2017-04-17 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fine. He'll indulge him, if he must, to which he's 100% sure. Jaw clenched, he keeps his eyes on him, moving his hand up slowly to grasp the side of the mask. He's not sure what he'll find, and just why Jack wants him to take the mask off so much... he can only imagine the worst.

The bit of resistance as Gabriel moves his arm is telling of just much he can exercise his arm's freedom. Best not to push him. So, slowly, the mask unhinges and he pries it away.
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[personal profile] ensombrecer 2017-05-09 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's almost beautiful in its reveal, how it all falls apart and comes together. Gabriel did not scare easy; he's seen a lot in their lifetime, Jack as well, but when it came to the latter? He sometimes surprises himself.

The heavy scars catch his eyes first, eyebrow line hardened but the irises quivering ever so slightly as he tries not to flit his gaze in a sort of desperate attempt to find his old friend in the fractured creature before him. He came here after (trying to) compartmentalizing those feelings, but like this now, too close for comfort, he can't help but crumble just a little inside.

It's the extra eyes that jar him out of this, surprisingly enough. Gives him just enough leeway to take a crack at him, even if it seems a little forced.
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Mgh... [ Clearing his throat, his fists tighten again. ] Bet you're a real hit at parties now.
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crawls in late

[personal profile] ensombrecer 2017-06-19 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gabriel remains on guard, hands near his weapons, watching Jack—that thing that Jack became—in case someone flips the crazy switch. The image that just passed burns his mind, all those eyes blinking at him in mockery of the clear and honest hue they represented. ]

Was lookin' for a monstrosity. Gotta put it down, even if that isn't my fucking job.

[ He wasn't necessarily angry on his way here. Letting emotions get to him before the mission even starts always messes with your head, but now that he's standing in front of him? ]

Tying up loose ends, though... that's different.

[ He is curious as to why Jack lured him in like this, though. Clearly the guy has some questions, not that he can blame him. Just giving the guy some answers had been a great internal debate as it is, but at the same time, he probably owes him that much. Whether or not these answers will help or sate Jack's curiosity is a whole 'nother ball game. ]