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Post by clouds just clouds on May 2, 2015 14:50:03 GMT -8
An explanation? A gasp of pain left Timothy when Gabriel hoisted him up. "What do you mean? I'm not involved in this--and bringing me would be impractical. I'm hindering you," Timothy growled and then closed his mouth. This man was trying to save him. Maybe he should just let him. Timothy forced himself to find his feet and he wrapped an arm around Gabriel to keep himself up. "Fine. What are you thinking? What is the plan?" Timothy pulled out a knife. While it wasn't a bullet, it would be a nice projectile. If this man was going to help him, fine. He'll try his best not to slow him down. Timothy tightened his hold on Gabriel, half wondering if he should bother with the knife or attempt to stop the blood. Thirst began to dry his throat.
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Post by Dina Doo on May 2, 2015 19:48:13 GMT -8
"Well, we can't fight our way out," Gabriel whispered, glancing around before he began walking at however quick a pace he could manage whilst maybe still supporting Timothy. "With you injured and my weapon of choice being a sword, we likely wouldn't make it..." He hoped that the stacked towers of abandoned crates would provide cover and safe passage. "If we can sneak out, perhaps we might live to tell the tale. If they had offered armed support, we could have done something." His jaws clenched with anger, though Gabriel couldn't figure out what he was angry about the most; failing the mission or the idea of someone having stolen a dear possession. But how dear was it that he had left it behin in a fit of despair. "There are likely exits in the back of this place and these crates may provide us with enough cover, so stay as quiet and move as quickly as you can."
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Post by clouds just clouds on May 2, 2015 20:06:53 GMT -8
Timothy had a hard time focusing on what Gabriel was saying with the pain in his torso. Shaking his head, Timothy wanted to say he had been stupid. He shouldn't have just approached that girl. Taking in a breath, he said, "Sounds good..." He tried to keep his feet under him, forcing himself to move at Gabriel's pace. Sweat began to gather on his body, and he wasn't sure if it was from the effort or from feverish death looming on him. Shouting still rang out through the warehouse.
"How the hell can you lose them!?"
"There'a blood trail!"
Sucking in a breath, Timothy tried to quicken his pace. "Damn it," he muttered. "Damn it." All of this was entirely his fault. What a rookie move! To just dive right in, and get himself stabbed. Good going, Timmy. Good going. He spotted a space wide enough for them to squeeze through and pointed. "Th-there? Maybe? Are there crates on the other side?"
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Post by Dina Doo on May 3, 2015 18:30:53 GMT -8
Gabriel's ghostly purple gaze flickered over to where Timothy had pointed. At this point, with their assailants on their tails, there was no choice. "I don't know that, but we will just have to see." If was able to, the ancient ketsuki tried tugging Timothy along with him as he hurriedly made his way towards the gap Timothy had pointed out. In his haste, Gabriel wasn't as gentle with the injured man as he would normally be. If he could, he gave Timothy a light shove. "Hurry. You go first and I will cover you from behind." Gabriel glanced from the path they had just come from as the voices began to near.
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Post by clouds just clouds on May 3, 2015 19:00:20 GMT -8
A grunt of pain left Timothy, and he fought to keep up with Gabriel. He whimpered lightly when he was shoved, and stepped into the gap, glancing back at Gabriel. No, I should be covering you. I'm already injured... Even as he thought that, he forced himself through the gap, his body shaking with exertion. "S-Sir," it was slightly silly that the two hadn't been officially introduced. Maybe not. Maybe the elder ketsuki assumed that Timothy had known his name previously. Either way, "S-Sir, I think I see a door..." Then bang!
"Damn it, I missed!"
"Then shoot him again, you fucking idiot!"
Timothy tried to grab Gabriel, to force him through the gap.
Their assailant aimed at Gabriel once again, and then pulled the trigger.
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Post by Dina Doo on May 3, 2015 19:20:58 GMT -8
There was something immensely different about being shot, Gabriel noted. A white hot bullet traveling faster than a sword could ever swing tore into his skin. An ice cold wave crashed through him as he bit his tongue to suppress a cry, indicating that something important had been hit. Gabriel wasn't sure what. There was a cluster of organs in the upper and lower torso. A steady stream of blood was already pouring from the bullet hole and Gabriel wasn't sure if there was an exit wound. But by the gods, he wasn't going to stop now, not when they were so close. "Keep going," he said in a shaky voice. If he could, the ancient ketsuki tried giving Timothy one last nudge. "Almost there." Gods, it hurt.
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Post by clouds just clouds on May 3, 2015 19:42:50 GMT -8
Timothy's usual careless mask broke into one of almost fear. Shot. His partner was shot. Timothy's face twisted into that of anger and he grabbed a hold of Gabriel, sliding through the rest of the gap while, hopefully, pulling Gabriel out, too. Fear planted itself in the middle of his chest. We're going to make it, Timothy tried to push past the fear. "Come on," he said. If he got Gabriel through the gap, too, then he tried to wrap an arm around Gabriel to help support himself and Gabriel in turn.
If Dina would like, Timothy pulled himself towards the door and pushed it open. If at all possible, Timothy pulled Gabriel through the door and shut it behind him. He dropped his knife and kicked the blade under the door, so that it would somewhat stop their assailants from following them.
"Come on," Timothy breathed shakily, looking around for a place to hide. "W-We just need to hide..." He pulled out his phone and dialed their organization's phone number. While it rang, he tried to guide Gabriel down the alley(?), searching for somewhere to hide. "This is Agent(?) Wright, we've met hostiles at our mission, and they've attacked. My partner's been shot. Both of us are in critical condition, and we need back up and medical help now." He heard confirmation on the other side, and said to Gabriel, "We just need to hang on for a bit longer..."
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Post by Dina Doo on May 4, 2015 14:41:08 GMT -8
If Timothy had led them to a place where they could hide, it didn't take long for Gabriel to settle in. Though, any position he could manage at this point was incredibly painful. "This will be my last mission, I'm sure," he growled airily, clenching his wound. "This will only prove to them how old and useless I've apparently become.." Though, his words were mostly meant for himself. Gabriel's gaze flickered up to Timothy, though first he glanced around to make sure they hadn't been followed. Though, perhaps if he could still hear voices and shouting, maybe, from where they had left, they were no closer to them now than they had been before.
That cold feeling had not lifted since he had been shot but ketsukis were a hardy race. Not to say Gabriel couldn't die from bleeding out- that seemed like a possibility at this point as his hand he held over his wound stained with his own blood- but he would be able to hold out for just a bit, if help did come at all.
"While we wait, perhaps I can get that explanation you owe me." There was a pause as Gabriel took in a shaky breath but he mustered the strength to allow anger to twist his features. "Where did you get that scarf?"
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Post by clouds just clouds on May 4, 2015 15:37:15 GMT -8
Anger filled Timothy, and he shook his head. He wanted to tell the man otherwise that no, he wasn't useless. Instead, Timothy pressed his hands over the man's wound, wondering which one of them was bleeding more. Timothy's eyes flickered up to pale purple, and then shock split through his, his brows raising. Why did the man seem angry.. it... couldn't be... his scarf, could it?
Timothy felt his gut tighten and he stared down at Gabriel. The man could easily be angry for a different reason, angry with the organization, and just himself. But... the anger seemed to ring from scarf. How much should he say? "That scarf belonged to one of my parents," Timothy said quietly, using his senses to analyze Gabriel's wound. They better get here fast.
"I..." Timothy shook his head. "My sister and I were taken away from my parents when I was just born, and my sister was about a year or so older than me. My mother was murdered. By pure luck, my sister and I escaped and were able to find where we were taken from. It was there that I was able to acquire that scarf." Timothy felt sadness rift through him. "It's the only thing I have connecting me to my father." Timothy wondered why he spoke so openly. Maybe because he hoped. Maybe because he was light headed. Either one. "Why?" Timothy searched the man's eyes. "Why do you care where I got that scarf?"
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Post by Dina Doo on May 4, 2015 17:46:15 GMT -8
Gabriel felt a shiver ran through him, though he couldn't tell if it was because the coldness that encased him was getting worse or if it was because of the sheer eeriness of Timothy's tale. But, he only had one child.. "My wife made this scarf for me many years ago," he said quietly. "She knitted the design at the end for me, as something special." It was getting harder to hold onto his anger, as that had faded. "My wife and I lived at (____) with our daughter though I was often called away for special assignments. Tell me, in this tale of yours, what names did you give your mother and sister? Did your father have a name too?" It was impossible. Gabriel didn't have a son. He had had one daughter and a wife.
But he had put them in the ground too, with the rest of his family.
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