KnightDisciple

Gabriel smiled and nodded at the kids. "Wander, Momentum, nice to meet you. And I do typically work in Southside, yes." He turned slightly to face Wander. "Thank you for being willing to lend a hand. Even if I didn't end up needing it, it's still an appreciated sentiment. And I think you're right about some nights. So it goes." He turned to Momentum, a bemused smile on his face. "Yes, I suppose we can't. No shame in that, Momentum. So long as you're doing your best, that's the most important part. Glad to see all ages are looking to the hero business." He looked around at the group, and then the night. "It's been a pretty quiet night so far. Do you all want to go somewhere slightly more comfortable? Or would you rather move and talk?"

Gabriel gave a polite cough as he hovered close enough to land on the roof. "Evening kids. Everything alright up here?" Here he looks awkward. "Hm. I'm at a loss for either of your names. Name's Gabriel, at least with this mask on. I take it we all just ended up patrolling around here?" Gabriel's voice and mannerisms might well go a long way to putting both kids at ease; he seemed like a likable fellow, after all. No aggression or condemnation; just amusement, curiosity, and calm. "So, who're you kids? Code names are fine, I understand how things go. You need any help, or is this just random happenstance?"

Gabriel idly watched Dyne tie the man up, slightly curious as he just barely noticed how careful the man was being. "Maybe I ought to consider getting some of those. And I actually haven't been doing hero work much more than that. I tend to stick to this area of town, myself, so no surprise we haven't met before. Glad to hear there are other new faces on the block. I've met other heroes, but they've all been pretty experienced, at least by and large." Gabriel narrows his eyes slightly as Dyne points out movement. Rarely is such a thing "good". "I've got your back." With that, the sonic control quickly lifted into the air himself, matching Dyne's speed and elevation with little effort.

Gabriel just smiles and nods. "I understand. No hard feelings. And yes, that would be rather helpful." He moved aside to allow Dyne access to the robber; the poor man still wasn't moving, and seemed barely aware of things. "So...Dyne. You're pretty new to the hero scene, I take it?" His tone was one of honest curiosity, as was his expression (what Dyne could see between the mask and hood, anyways).

Gabriel turned to calmly regard the newcomer. "I'm not one to turn down help, but I think I have this under-" The twitchy robber suddenly lunged at Gabriel! Our charming hero calmly side-stepped the attack and gave the robber a firm slap on the back. The man quickly fell to the ground limp, groaning, as he seemed unable to move. Gabriel walked over and casually picked the knife out of his hand and slid it away on the pavement. He tapped the man once more for good measure, then stood and turned towards Dyne. "As I was saying, I think I have this under control. He'll be fine, but he's not going to be moving much for a while." He extended his right hand with a warm smile on his face. "Call me Gabriel. I appreciate the assistance. Or offer for it, at any rate."

The man running along the ground was, specifically, a robber. Or rather, an attempted robber. He'd tried to hold up a local grocer, when an...unexpected guest dropped by. Said guest suddenly blurred through the air to stop about 20 feet in front of the man. Arms crossed over his chest, he was resplendent in his primarily white outfit. That he was hovering a few inches above the ground only added to the effect. "You dropped your gun a half-block back. I realize you don't like the idea of jail, but maybe you should just give it up already? Would make it easier for you; you've not hurt anyone yet." The would-be-robber, however, seemed...off. Probably high on drugs. He pulled a knife and waved it menacingly at the costumed hero. "You don't scare me, man!" The hero simply continued to float there. "Really now..."

Minor changes: -Noted the range increment and max range on his TK. -Noted his unpowered Grapple bonus (+6) -Noted his TK Grapple bonus (+14) Hopefully math isn't wrong.

Gabriel Herald Heroes Converge! (8 IC posts) Two for the Show (2 IC posts) Lead Us Not Into Temptation (7 IC posts; ongoing thread) Hail Mary (1 IC post; ongoing thread) Preventative Measures (8 IC posts; ongoing thread) Whistling in the Dark (11 IC post; ongoing thread) Current total: 37 IC posts

Not sure why I brain farted on the ability mods. Issue fixed. Initiative fixed. Skills fixed. Device formatting fixed.

Gabriel nods as Muse explains that she'll accompany him to the street...Then seems to almost freeze up as she leans on his arm. He certainly doesn't go about moving any until she lets go, at which point he merely draws his hood up to its proper place on his head. "Sounds like a solid plan. Do you mind if I take the lead in talking to them?" Good thing his mask cover so much of his face...

Gabriel frowned for a moment, then shook his head in resignation. "Right then. I agree with trying to talk them down. If we can prevent this from happening, all the better. Do you want me to go in alone, or would you like to accompany me?" The implication being that Sparksmith would go as well if she chooses the second option.

Gabriel blinked and shook his head to clear the cobwebs. He'd never been teleported by Fleur de Josie before, so the experience was different, to say the least. He now took the time to survey his surroundings, including attempting to identify the entrance to the prison. "So...how do we arrange this? Can we just walk in and say we want to talk to so-and-so? Do we get "hero privileges" with visitations?" He looked at the three ladies a bit awkwardly. "Sorry for the silly questions. Just kinda new to this aspect of the whole hero thing, you know? Up until now it's mostly been taking on regular criminals, with a couple straight-up fights with bigger opponents mixed in. This sort of clue-following...Well, I'm not saying I'll be bad at it. Just new. So...bear with me?" He flashed a winning grin at the women with him. It didn't quite reach his eyes. Clearly, Gabriel was still worried and confused by everything that had been happening.

Gabriel tipped a non-existent cap to Grimalkin. Something that almost resembles a grin emerges when Grimalkin makes a Monty Python reference. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Grim. You can call me Gabriel. And nice Monty Python reference. I suppose we need a bit of humor after...that. As for the bit about destroying the world..." He lets out a sigh, a shadow passing over his face. "A version of you, myself, and Fusion showed up. Future Fusion was about the same, just all black costume and somewhat mad with grief. Future you seemed fairly similar, though a bit more serious and wearing something like body armor. As for me? I was missing my left eye and hand, with a sword for a hand..." He shakes his head. "Point is, they said Fleur here goes off and kills the President of this little country called the Sahrawi Republic. This triggers a biological attack on this city by terrorists. First it kills supers; after America nukes the guys who attacked us, it kills non-supers. Most of the world dies to disease or nuclear fire. It's....it's bad, Miss Grim. Really bad. Thing is, there's no way it was Fleur. Not the real one. We're going to try tracking down some leads, and see who might really be behind this."

Gabriel still wore the mix of concern and confusion on his face, even as their doubles faded away. He turned towards Stesha as she tried to figure out what was going on. "Stesha, please, calm down. I believe you. I don't think you've killed anyone, or will kill anyone, not by your own will. Whoever was in that video wasn't you. But I'm not going to dismiss this warning. I think we should try to act as security for this Prime Minister, one way or another. That will change history, and I'd wager it will keep him safe. That will let us get to the bottom of this. Worst case, nothing happens, he stays safe, and we go on with our lives. Best case..." He casts a glance towards Fusion, then looked towards his own hand. The one that his double had been missing. "We make sure some things never happen." Conviction filled his eyes as he gazed at Stesha, a determined expression set on his face.

Gabriel had actually just entered the church himself, intent on spending a short time in prayer before heading out for patrol for the night. He turned as the young lady who had entered behind him spoke. He gave her a friendly smile and extended his hand. "First, welcome. Name's Carson. As for the confessionals, do you see those booths over in the corner there? Three sets of them?" He pointed to one side o the church, close to the front, but still out of the way. "Just go over there. If someone's not in the parishioner booth, the door will be open. Just step in, announce yourself, and the priest can help you from there. If you're not sure what to do, ask, and he'll be happy to guide you."

The best phrase to describe Gabriel's face would be "shell-shocked". Between the grisly death of the Prime Minister, and the scores of images of horrific death and suffering, the young hero had gone almost as pale as his costume. "This...so much war. And...a teenage girl?" He shook his head, some color returning to his cheeks. "That doesn't seem like Fleur, though. The assassin mentioned a "Shepard" purging the world for his "flock". Is there some super-villain who has that sort of name, or motif, or something? Fleur's right, it could be Grue. Or maybe a group of villains, or at least super-powered people; one's controlling the plants, one's grabbing everyone's attention, and so on. I mean....I understand why an in-depth investigation couldn't occur. Things went south. Majorly south. But what if killing Fleur here doesn't change anything? No, we have to try to think of who could do this. And then we need to figure out how to stop them. Without killing an innocent woman." His eyes, moments ago clouded by confusion and sadness, are now hard with resolve. "That way, no one has to die. And this nightmare will never happen."

Gabriel gave Sparksmith a look that said, roughly, "what are you smoking?". "Jermaine is 16 years old. Anyone using him as a "plant" is criminally negligent." He turned back to the group on the street...until Muse spoke up. The sheer vitriol in her words shocked him almost as much as the not-so-veiled threat of death. "Whoa. Hold on. I'm sure you're getting signals the rest of us aren't, but let's not go in with intent to kill without knowing the whole situation. Maybe I can try to stall them with words, and you can concentrate your evil-sense or something. I can't go invisible or teleport, though. They'd know I was coming. Then again, I'm a regular around here. At least if I tried to talk to them, it'd make more sense."

Gabriel glanced down at the PDA as he listened, ever more incredulous, to the tale. His face betrayed a mix of confusion, horror, and sympathy. He waits as Fleur pleads her case. The future him and the other lady, who he didn't immediately recognize, seemed to have perhaps calmed down a bit. The other Fusion, on the other hand... "Fleur has a point. This all seems a little out of the blue, you know? Why would she do that? And why jump right to killing her? I'm sorry, it's just..." He begins going through what information appears on the PDA, trying to determine the truth in the words these dark mirrors hold. As he does, he continues to speak. "You say Fleur killed this Prime Minister. That seems out of character. Beyond that...you said America was hit by this weapon. Did it spread any further? What about the superhero teams outside of the Freedom League itself? Why does future me have an eyepatch and a sword for a hand? Or the armor? What else happened? You said 5 years; so you're from 5 years in the future? How did you get here?" He stops looking through the PDA for several moments as he sets his gaze with each one of the futuristic heroes. "And fine, you want to stop the assassination. But why kill Fleur? She just said she could take a vacation. If you're really worried, maybe a couple of her friends from the Freedom League could go with her? Make sure somebody doesn't nab her or something? Then the rest of the League, or even some of the heroes outside of it, keep an eye on this Prime Minister person. I mean, what about shape-shifters? Body doubles? Mind controllers? Aren't there enough other explanations besides just "Fleur's an evil person who we need to kill"? I thought killing was something we stood against, Gabriel? You say God can't let you fail; what if just telling us means you succeed? What if we can prevent this with no bloodshed? It's obvious Fleur doesn't want to hurt you, or this PM, or anyone else."

Gather Information 29. Diplomacy ...Man, if not for his very nice modifiers, those would have been bad rolls. :?

For several long moments, Gabriel stared in shock at the sight before him. Was that...him? But...where did the armor, and the...sword-hand?...come from? And what was with the eyepatch. "Saints preserve us..." Giving a quick shake of his head, his mouth set in a firm line. Both hands came up as sonic energy wavered around his arms, slowly focusing in front of his palms. "I think all of you need to stand down, so we can talk about this first! No need to get violent now!" Of course, his actions were in some conflict with his words...Especially when he sent a carefully-molded pulse of sonic energy outwards. At first, it seemed to miss wildly, going between Future!Grimalkin and Future!Gabriel. Then, a bit behind them, the pulse exploded outwards, enveloping a spherical area inside the bank. Deafening sound rung in that space, threatening to seriously impair the two attackers if they were not careful.

Dropping a Burst Dazzle (auditory) on Future!Grimalkin and Future!Gabriel. DC 20 Reflex for initial attack, DC 20 Reflex for full bonus on Dazzle.

Gabriels go on 11. This is gonna be weird.

Gabriel settled on the ground after the fast-paced battle. He nodded politely to both lady heroes. "Fleur. Good to see you again. Fusion, a pleasure to meet you." He offered his hand for a shake to each woman in turn, then gazed down at the punks on the floor. "As for robbing a bank with shotguns, well...Maybe they didn't plan on there being quite so many people around? Especially heroes?" He shrugs. "And while we took care of them fairly handily, I'm still glad to not have taken a shell to the chest. I wager it would hurt."

Gabriel silently nodded at Muse's words. A bit of a smile quirked his lips. *Time Passes* He noticed the group just after Muse; her indication helped guide his attention. As he focused in on the group, he saw something that genuinely shocked him. "Jermaine?" He brought his NVGs up to his eyes, but the situation didn't change. "Muse, I know one of those kids! I've met him in this guise before; he was at a community center where I was giving a talk a few weeks back. I thought he'd really listened. Somebody must have made this sound like a good idea." His right glove creaked ominously as he made a tight fist; his left hand put the goggles away on reflex. "Someone convinced this kid that violent crime was a good idea. Someone's going to pay."

Notice Check: 30. :mrgreen: