Gabriel
Beta Werewolf
Bella's Pack
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Post by Gabriel on Dec 19, 2007 5:35:08 GMT
Gabriel had of course known he wasn’t alone even before Samson, their resident joker and comic relief, had shuffled out into the courtyard, apparently in character. Gabriel turned his gaze upon the other wolf as he moved from side to side, plastic sword on display, and couldn’t help the faint smile that touched his lips. The old male had, perhaps surprisingly, seen The Princess Bride, somewhere along the lines over the years after its release, and it was with a soft laugh that he recognised Samson’s dialogue.
Perhaps if he were a more playful individual, he might have quoted back according to the script from the appropriate scene, but as it was, he shook his head instead, saying, “Sorry to disappoint you, Samson.” He smiled, which may or may not have shattered the illusion of regret about letting his pack mate down, and chuckled lightly. “Aspiring to be Inigo Montoya, I see. Not a bad goal, I have to admit.”
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Samson
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Yeah I've got the best intentions, for a little bit of anarchy but not the hurting kind
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Post by Samson on Dec 19, 2007 22:34:51 GMT
He looked around the courtyard before speaking, making sure the two were still actually alone and that there was no masked killers about to jump out of the bushes. He didn’t appear to be in any way put off by the lack of actual quoting – Gabriel had made the ‘mistake’ of admitting even a smidgen of knowledge about the movie and that was more than enough for him to grasp hold of. “Ah, but you see, my name is actually Samson Inigo Montoya,” he told Gabriel, voice deadly serious, tone pitched low as though he was sharing a deadly secret with the male fighter.
Samson nodded once after his announcement, swinging the plastic sword to the side in a dramatic swish; he only wished it was a real sword because then the sound would have been that much better, that much more realistic. Of course, considering how he’d already hit himself twice and nearly knocked into the side of Gabriel with that last move perhaps it was all for the best that it was merely plastic.
“I plan to find the six fingered man, walk up to him and say to him; Hello. My name is Samson Inigo Montoya. You killed my stick insect. Prepare to die.”
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Gabriel
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Bella's Pack
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Post by Gabriel on Dec 21, 2007 2:53:22 GMT
Gabriel was perfectly willing to play along with Samson’s creative, harmless imagination and what it usually led to, this being a prime example. After all, in a pack where things seemed so constantly tense and uncomfortable between certain sections of its members, it was a welcome refreshment to have someone of Samson’s type around, enthusiastic and sometimes hilariously so, spontaneous and even downright ‘wacky’ as the appropriate term might be. If nothing else, the Greek male distracted them from the discomfort of the lack of family atmosphere that spread through most of the hotel, permeating even those members who had deep bonds with one another.
Glancing down unworriedly as the plastic sword swept close to him, he then returned his gaze to Samson, tilting his head upward faintly in consideration of what the other male had said. “I see. Well, in that case, I can only offer my services. The murder of a stick insect is a tragic crime, after all.”
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Samson
Pack Werewolf
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Yeah I've got the best intentions, for a little bit of anarchy but not the hurting kind
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Post by Samson on Dec 21, 2007 20:20:13 GMT
If he could bring a smile upon someone’s face, lighten their hearts and cheer them up in any way, shape or form, then there was no measure too far for Samson, no plan too insane, no idea too hair brained. He’d noticed the chill in the air; he wasn’t completely oblivious after all, and had reacted the only way Samson knew how. He did so love it when they joined in as well, because not only did it make his job that much easier, but it enabled him to learn who had the best sense of humour, who would best ‘appreciate’ some of Samson’s gifts.
“Excellent,” Samson beamed. The fact that he had never owned a stick insect in his whole life, even if only to kill it later hardly mattered; if pressed he would cheerfully edit his declaration of revenge to include ‘imaginary’ stick insect. “It was a wicked crime, committed when my back was turned and all I have to go on is the six fingers along with my dashing good looks and my steel trap of a brain. I have been lacking the flowing locks I need but now that I have you…” he trailed off, a calculating look in his eyes as they raked over Gabriel’s hair. He’d never seen the fighter do the flicky thing he sometimes saw on TV which could pose a problem.
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Gabriel
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Bella's Pack
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Post by Gabriel on Dec 28, 2007 21:48:22 GMT
Gabriel had long ago realised Samson’s love for insanity in order to bring smiles to his friends’ faces, and it was a credit to the Greek male’s dedication, in the older male’s mind. Keeping one’s friends happy was just as important, sometimes, as keeping them safe, because what was security without laughter and freedom, the sort of freedom that was inspired by joy and enthusiasm, the likes of which Samson encouraged and exhibited day after day. Especially in recent times, where the tension seemed to swell and infiltrate every corner of their home, the home that was starting to seem less and less like one because of that tension and separation. With a sigh, Gabriel wondered how long it would last before something caused that tension to overload and break, and what would come of such a strain.
“I see.” Gabriel feigned contemplation, deciding there was no harm in going along with Samson’s imaginative little game, or play, whatever one wanted to call it. Of course, if Calista, Mateo, Bella or Neal saw him taking part, he would probably never hear the end of it, but they couldn’t fault him for trying to enjoy himself every now and again, even if only by association. “I can only assume, then, that you’ve come to request my services?”
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Samson
Pack Werewolf
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Yeah I've got the best intentions, for a little bit of anarchy but not the hurting kind
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Post by Samson on Dec 29, 2007 15:43:51 GMT
He wasn’t going to focus on the tension he could feel within the pack, at least not the tensions that he couldn’t help fix. Some dark and dangerous lurked down that path, if the tensions couldn’t be eased safely and not even he could think how to ease the problems that appeared to have stuck most of the pack, noticeable at least to those who listened out for that sort of thing. That wasn’t important right now though, for nothing could be done. What was important was this moment, right here and the elder werewolf he was talking to.
Samson rubbed his hands together gleefully, hilt of the plastic sword banging lightly against his open palm; delighted that Gabriel was not only humouring him but was playing along with the whole thing as well. “Ooooh, you’re good at this,” he told the fighter happily, wagging a finger at the other wolf in clear approval. “I thought to myself, who could I trust to aid me in my quest to avenge my fallen stick insect and then I saw you out here and of course the two halves fitted together in a snap to make a perfect whole.”
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Gabriel
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Bella's Pack
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Post by Gabriel on Jan 14, 2008 0:22:16 GMT
Gabriel did his best to ignore the tension, thick though it was — at times it felt as though it could be cut with a knife, and at others, practically choking — but sometimes it was just too much, and it took every scrap of self-control not to defy the leadership currently in place, to confront them in some way. But that was not how he worked; he was more discreet, more respectful to those who had rightful claim to leadership. If Neal and Bella did not wish to step forward, then Gabriel certainly was not about to force either of them.
There was no harm in taking part in the ‘game’, Gabriel had already said to himself, so he saw no point in trying to turn back now, not that he had the desire to. To that extent, he nodded once to Samson in acknowledgement of what he had said. “So,” he began, “you must have your suspicions as to the identity of the culprit.” From the way he had phrased the statement, it would be clear to the Greek male that Gabriel was curious to know who that culprit might be.
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Samson
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Yeah I've got the best intentions, for a little bit of anarchy but not the hurting kind
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Post by Samson on Jan 22, 2008 21:37:56 GMT
At the nod from Gabriel, he bounded even higher, rocking from the tips of his toes to the back of his heel with such force that he almost appeared to be leaping on the spot instead of the small bounces, Samson having plenty of nervous – and not so nervous – energy that needed to be expelled, preferably in a safe for both himself and the pack at large way. The nod could only mean that the older fighter was willing to really play along with him, to the heights he only wished he could take all his games.
“Well, yes,” Samson admitted, giving Gabriel a somewhat sly glance. He looked round the courtyard again, just to make sure that in between looks no ninja or stick insect murders had managed to sneak inside and found out the important information he was about to reveal. “I have a few ideas… but how do I know you won’t warn them, hum?” He challenged, tapping his finger against his nose. “If you promise to aid me on my noble quest for revenge then that means keeping secrets from the dastardly bad-doers.”
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Gabriel
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Bella's Pack
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Post by Gabriel on Jan 23, 2008 22:49:47 GMT
Gabriel watched Samson’s stationary bounding-that-wasn’t with a subtly amused smile of sorts on his features, tilting his head just slightly, his hair barely even shifting in the stillness of the courtyard while he observed the younger male’s restlessness. He had no doubt that entertaining Samson rather than waving him away would be best for everyone who might end up getting involved; it was best to just play along, submerge himself as best as possible in the Greek male’s make-believe world without compromising his own position too much.
Not that he took himself too seriously, but he liked to keep an air of professionalism about himself as much as possible, if only because of the past, and the way he had lived before coming to America, and because of his role now as a fighter for a pack suffering an inner turmoil. They needed a balance; those like Samson to keep spirits lifted, and others like himself, like Mateo and Neal and Bella, who reminded them that there were still those around who cared about this pack and would fight for it.
After Samson had spoken, Gabriel too went to the lengths of glancing around, as if he too were ensuring they had privacy. “Well, you’ve already stated you believe you can trust me. Why doubt my integrity now?” Giving his head a small nod, however, he went on, “But I will do my best to aid you on your mission. Your secrets are safe with me.”
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Samson
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Yeah I've got the best intentions, for a little bit of anarchy but not the hurting kind
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Post by Samson on Jan 25, 2008 20:25:13 GMT
The plastic sword that he had librated from some corner of the hotel jiggled in his hand as he moved, flat side bouncing against his thigh and reminding him that he was actually still holding it. It would be only too easy for Samson to forget and end up either dropping it on the ground or letting go as he lifted his hand, with the object hurtling across the space and hitting into something. Or someone. It wouldn’t be the first time he had done something like that and Samson didn’t really want it to happen again, at least not now when tempers were so frayed and what before would have been accepted as an accident could be the spark needed to set things off.
Samson really didn’t want to be the spark for that explosion. Smaller, funnier, innocent ones yes, he took pride in being at the centre of such things, the spider in the web but they never were ugly like this one promised to be.
“Of course I believe I can trust you. But in the movies it is always the faithful right hand man that turns around when you least expect it and WHAM, betrayal and calls for vengeance and shock twists and all manner of unpleasantness. Plus, what if the foul killer of stick insects turned out to be Isabella or someone?” Samson challenged, bright grin on his face for all of the serious mood he was attempting to project. “It’s not of course because, well, that would just be silly. As if she would be capable of something like that. But it might have been and then what side would you be on?”
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Gabriel
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Post by Gabriel on Feb 21, 2008 18:50:41 GMT
Gabriel had a feeling he had seen the sword before, but the details as to who, when and why escaped him, quickly thought of as unimportant. It was hardly a dangerous ‘toy’, and therefore, whose it was and why it had been ‘wielded’ in the past weren’t exactly crucial, though he did remind himself quietly that Guinevere was fond of dressing in costumes, the pirate’s outfit being one of her particular favourites. Perhaps it belonged to her. Either way, Samson meant no harm, and he and the female were good friends. There was no damage being done, and it wasn’t as if the Greek male wouldn’t return the object later.
Perhaps Gabriel was indulging in a little innocent distraction for the same reasons, unbeknownst to the Argentinean male, Samson was reluctant to loose his grip on the plastic sword. A distraction from the tensions seeping through the hotel wouldn’t be unwelcome, could be encouraged even, and Gabriel told himself inwardly that it definitely wouldn’t hurt to take his mind away from the grim, uncomfortable reality for at least a little while.
“I don’t remember that particular twist in The Princess Bride,” Gabriel pointed out, hands still clasped calmly behind his back as he considered his companion, subtle smile on his face. “But if it does turn out to be Isabella,” he went on, as always intentionally using her full name rather than the affectionate shortening, “then I’m sure she had her reasons and you would be reasonable enough to let her explain them before you lunge into the fray, sword drawn.” Gabriel’s shoulders shrugged slowly. “My reaction would depend entirely upon what happened if and when such a revelation came to light.”
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Samson
Pack Werewolf
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Yeah I've got the best intentions, for a little bit of anarchy but not the hurting kind
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Post by Samson on Feb 29, 2008 17:03:48 GMT
“Well that all depends on how you view it. Inigo Montoya was the faithful right hand man to the dude who was Rex from Toy Story and yet when the moment came he just sat there getting drunk all the time. And then you have the faithful right hand man of the Prince, who ran away like a scared little piece of toast seeing the butter knife descending upon him.” His logic – as Samson’s own brand of logic often did – had wound back on itself, with him using the character he was supposed to be as an example of the treachery he was afraid Gabriel might do but then, in classic Samson logic, that sort of detail clearly didn’t matter to him.
He took a strange sort of skip step backwards and then forwards, Samson changing his movement away from the bouncing on the spot although he was still trying to get rid of all the excess energy that was building up in him and threatening to erupt in a delightful explosion of lava, jokes and of course goo. Gooey.
“Hmm, I suppose she would have a reason but it would be hard to know if the reason was worth it or not, and how to judge the crime against the excuse. These things are tricky you know, revenge is not such a simple business as it was back in my day, when men were real men, women were real women and small robots in green dog suits were real small robots in green dog suits.”
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Gabriel
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Bella's Pack
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Post by Gabriel on Mar 28, 2008 4:06:38 GMT
Upon hearing Samson liken someone to, of all things, a piece of toast, Gabriel couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow, almost intrigued by the analogy. After all, it wasn’t every day you heard someone make that connection. But, shaking it off discreetly, the older male tilted his head subtly and continued to listen to the Greek male explain the situation, or things as he saw them, more to the point. Samson had what many, if not most, would call a ‘unique’ way of looking at the world, not that that was a bad thing, but while it could provide entertainment seven or eight times out of ten, the rest of the time, it had just as much chance of rubbing people the wrong way. Thankfully, Gabriel was not such an individual; Samson was, he felt, good for a person, given that the time was right. The harmless games were welcome.
“Isabella is hardly one for excuses; her reasons would be just, without a doubt.” And the bizarre thing was, given their conversation topic, that Gabriel believed that without a trace of hesitation in his voice or expression. Isabella was the most trusted person in his world, in his eyes, and nothing would ever change that. Having decided to let the comment about robots in dog suits slide, given that it hardly made any sense to him, he took in a breath, met Samson’s gaze wholly and went on to say, “So where shall we begin?”
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Samson
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Yeah I've got the best intentions, for a little bit of anarchy but not the hurting kind
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Post by Samson on Apr 5, 2008 16:11:53 GMT
Toast was a perfectly acceptable thing to compare to a person in Samson’s dog eared book. There was a reason things were on this planet or so he liked to think, some kind of connection between all living and non living objects. Toast was a part of this circle of life and that meant it was interchangeable with people. Of a sort.
It was a pity really that Gabriel had let the dog suit comment pass without remarking that he didn’t understand because if there was one show that Samson felt the whole world should know and love it was the one which had inspired the imagery of a robot in a dog suit of all things. Anybody who had the fortune of watching the cartoon Invader Zim would see possibly the best character in the whole wide world. Certainly the one that Samson himself liked to claim was either the inspiration for his own behaviour or had actually been inspired by the wonder that was Samson.
“Again with the very good point. Have you been drinking from the cup of wisdom on the sly oh Gabriel of mine?” Samson demanded. He’d never seriously considered Isabella to do anything as wicked and evil as murdering an innocent stick insect because the female fighter was far too noble and good for that kind of thing. “We shall begin… somewhere. We need to find people to question, who might know the identity of our secret killer.”
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Gabriel
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Bella's Pack
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Post by Gabriel on May 11, 2008 20:09:52 GMT
Regardless of whether or not he understood a particular aspect of a conversation, Gabriel, by habit, just wasn’t the sort to admit he was ignorant to anything, unless of course it played a very important part in pack life or safety, such as the state of their territory’s strength or whatever else might be subject for discussion. Some people might have said that ignorance was bliss, but it could also do harm, and even kill, in Gabriel’s opinion. He would only permit it personally to a certain point, and then it was going too far.
Raising a brow in quiet amusement at Samson’s words, Gabriel permitted himself a chuckle that would show the other wolf he was entertained and still willing to play along. “Ah,” the Argentinean-born male acknowledged, before going on to say, “then perhaps the courtyard would not be the best place to start.” Glancing around briefly, almost as if for effect, he looked back to Samson as he went on, “Somewhere populated would probably be the best idea.”
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