#gabrielstarter

Rhiannon was standing behind Gabriel when Ezekiel walked into the room, she gave Zeke a once over and appraised the bag in his hand before she stalked off through his peripheral. "That guy you mentioned he uh, he was dead when I got there. Lithids got him, but we got the others out."

It wasn’t her intention for them to see her this way, the three of them were meant to meet up but there had been this presence, this allure of magic that had drawn the ghoul in. The act had started out innocent enough, Emma grabbed the individual by the throat as they flailed and attempted to hurl magic at her. Weak, and weakening more by the second, she drained everything that she could take but even that was not enough. Supple, pink flesh, a beating heart, blood that pumped through the individual’s veins. Emma wanted all of it. Monstrous strength snapped the man’s neck before she gorged himself on his bowels and entrails, rabid and feral hands drove the ghoul to sink into his viscera as she shoved fistfuls into her mouth. She realized too late that she was being watched, Emma’s green eyes looked up from her place on the ground, “I’m sorry I-” she looked down at the man she’d just killed, some witch that had just been walking by. “not again I-” She thought she might be sick. 

It was Renfield’s belief that understanding the nature of the uniqueness of halfbloods was key to understanding the nature of the supernatural, the Otherworld, and that divine spark that made each different from the last. The source of their parentage varied but from dhampir to faiman their powers differed from individual to individual. Gabriel was medicated, heavily so. A pair of tentacles worked its way into either ear, wormed around and settled into the its deepest recesses. Another set cross analyzed data from samples taken from the other, inputting the information that Ren received into a central registry. He mapped the pathways of neurons, each electrical impulse as he worked his way into the other’s memories: they were useless but Renfield’s face, that was something that he could distort and alter. Just in case.

Gabriel’s discomfort should have been minimal, but there was a pair of prominent intrusions rooting around in his skull just the same, alternate branches of smaller tentacles worked in to detect the ebb and flow of information as Renfield worked to map the dhampir’s brain activity. Drugs pumped into Gabriel’s system didn’t allow for refusal, the hollowborn disliked the term truth serum but at its core that's what it was. “Tell me about when your powers first manifested.” 

The sun had started to set over the countryside as the two halfblooded creatures wandered into the dark, the light from a pair of flashlights the only thing aiding the waning light of dusk as long shadows were cast through the trees. Gabriel’s girlfriend, or whatever the marshal was to him, had gone missing. Ren had gathered from Mutat Domun that Emma Wright was last seen wandering into the woods, what had happened her after that remained something of a mystery. Apparently she didn’t have much of a relationship with her twin brother, there was a strained connection with her absent father, a mother on the other side of the world, a romantic connection with a human who ran some ridiculous podcast for dillweeds, and few friends to speak of beyond that. She’d declared herself a faiman and proud, a marshal that opted to stand between the Roman supernatural population and the creatures that she vowed to protect.

Given her prolonged disappearance, it was easy to make assumptions as to what might have happened to her in the chaos that had followed the red wedding and Lupercalia. 

“I take it she isn’t the kind of person who just takes spontaneous hiking trips?” Renfield asked, his tone a low and pedantic drawl as he cast his gaze towards the dhampir who’d left Mutat Domun alone in search of Emma, alone until Renfield had caught up with him, anyways. The lie had been an easy one, he’d claimed his power allowed him to locate people and had suggested quickly that they go to where Emma was rumoured to have been last seen before he’d brought Gabriel deeper and deeper into the woods, and closer to The Eye. 

Truthfully it had been a long day and was turning into a long night, this social obligation was taxing and what Emma craved now more than anything was the warmth of her bed. Maybe some tea. She was warm and feverish, her body ached but she’d been putting on a brave face. Over a month had passed since she and Micah were separated and try as she might, her magic was all but completely gone. “Very fetching.” Emma pointed out before she fixed the collar on his mesh shirt, as concerned as she was for her own state of being, she was perhaps equally worried for Gabriel. “Is he here tonight,” the faiman asked, “your father?”

A long sweater, a bottle of wine, and a box of pizza that barely made it to them before the storm really started. They were in her bed because boxes in bed with a movie on in the background just made sense when a snowstorm was quietly burying them within. Since Emma was Emma, however, she couldn’t help but bring up the daunting work related incentive that had been on her mind as of late. The halfblooded house was a start, one that she adored, but it wasn’t enough, it was only the beginning. “Your scrying abilities, how does it work? Can you find people over great distances?” There was a point to this, even as she dragged a lazy bite of her pizza to her lips, head perched on her hand as she laid on her side facing him. “I think about the others - like us, halfblooded children out there growing up in a world that despises them. I want to find them and bring them here, to Rome.” Remi had called it an orphanage and maybe that’s what it would be, a place for them to be safe, to grow into the sort of people they were meant to be - free of prejudice and misunderstanding. But she had to find them first. Gabriel’s abilities remained a mystery to her, perhaps there was a way to amplify them - she’d have to consult someone on this. Farenduil, perhaps.