Sometimes, the truth hurts... (Omen)

[Gabriel Seran]

Collision course, its what he was on, a never ending spiral of doubt and dismay it would seem as though the spiraling effects would take hold any moment. And yet the roof stayed above his head. Gabriel Seran seemed safe, so much trouble and yet no one opposed him. It pleased him but in the same frame of mind horrified him. His goal was not simply power, but the result from that destruction everything came full circle, he could not avoid it. All he could do was plan for it.

Rebirth was everything in his mind.

Gabriel strode into the library, leather jacket hanging snugly over his shoulders. He didn't have any set goals in mind heading in here, nor did he generally plan them out. Instead of dealing with worrisome problems he folded his palms over one another and fell into a deep sleep.

Dreams filled his mind of the death and chaos over his last decade. War, Blood, and Duty.

(OOC: My history hasn't been updated so any questions please ask me, I'll fill you in XD)

[Omen]

Omen was indulging in one of her many singular loves. It only took one person to read, it only took one mind. No voices, no touching and certainly not a contact sport. She momentarily shuddered. There was no way on earth they were going to get her in PE.

Waaaaay too much touching.



It was a good thing this was a library, a peaceful quiet library. No violence, no visions and certainly no thrashing about. She still had the stitches from some of her other encounters. That was not going to happen again.


She hoped.


This time though things were different! Omen had thought ahead! You know those signs that say , "Do not touch the bear, do not fee the bear" at the zoo? Or the "Keep off the grass" banners here and there?


She had made a sign as well.



In large purple colors, (Her favorite color) she had slapped a sign on her back...and her front.


And her hat.



She wasn't taking any chances with this.



The signs simply read....






"DO NOT TOUCH OR SPEAK TO ME!"



Beat that Mr. Bear.

[Gabriel Seran]

A body crumpled over in pain shuddered from the thought of the many lives lost. Thierry Durand... Jema Shaw... their blood spilled over pointless disputes. Gabriel remembered as he watched them fall into the fires only to be saved by the water and taken under never to be seen again. Teeth gritted as he saw Michael pierce his chest with the very blade they crossed in battle. The fires grew too hot to stand and Gabriel shot up violently accidentally hitting someone as he erupted out of his seat.

"AHHHH!!!" Gabriel shouted as if the fires actually burnt.