To Hell & Back

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Earth has its limits, but human stupidity is limitless. *I am not associated with Ashley Stymest*

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"Don’t let me down, slugger." Hudson could’ve easily opened the door, but he couldn’t come up with a reason as to why he’d put in the effort. That and the boy looked like he could use a moment to release all the anger he’d shown the moments before. "I have more faith in you in this very moment than I have in anyone else over the last ten years. So do something or I’ll have to snuff you out like a matchstick, darling." He gave the boy a swat to the ass, a little oomph, and watched as the door pushed open. "Look at you. More than meets the eye. For that, we’ll crack one of these good ones open." He rummaged in the bag as he stepped out onto the roof, the cool air whipping around, but it mild enough to remain comfortable, or as comfortable as one could get. "Rum, yeah? Rhymes with bum, which I have to say, yours is quite the sight." He glanced down, admiring Gabe’s figure and offered out the bottle as his bag came to settle down on the ledge. "Here’s to hoping the little shit doesn’t get us all killed."

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Some of the ever present tension built up in his muscles released from the force he'd gotten to use. He always felt better after kicking or punching something. Following Hudson out on to the roof top, Gabe chuckled. "Well thank you," he offered a playful wink and took the bottle from Hudson. Raising the bottle to his mouth, Gabe took a long swig. "Here's to hoping that the people who got the manor aren't on our trail." He handed the bottle back to Hudson but not before taking another pull.

#c: hudson #sorry it so short #i'm suffering #from minor writers block

"I’m all for picking locks, but I kinda want to see what little ole you can muster up in the form of a good shoulder push." Hudson, admittedly was hazy on the gifts of the Personifications. "If you can’t, let me know and we’ll just blink to the other side. So long as you don’t mind me holding you for a second." He taunted the male with a jab to his side. "No harm in admitting you can’t do something, but I say act fast as I’m ready to finish off at least two of these bottles."

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"Another opportunity for you to be surprised," Gabe grinned crookedly. He had never bulked up, not even through training so strength certainly didn't show. Admittedly, he wasn't exactly strong. Gabe was durable. The scope of his power kept him from feeling too much pain and minor healing. "Have a little faith in Stupidity." Turning back to the door, Gabe quickly examined it. He took a step back, angled his foot and slammed the heel of his foot into the junction of the lock and wall. Nothing. So he tried again. The door gave a little, so all he had to do to push it open was put his back into it. "There you are, sir." He waved a arm at the roof in front of them.

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"I just hope this guy isn’t a dick. Cause thats going to be hard when I talk to him today" He sighed as he waited for the rest of his food. Taking a sip of his drink he looked over to the male. "What are you doing today?"

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"Level-headedness will be important. And as far as i can tell you may be the most level headed of us all." Gabe leaned his chin in his fist. Scarlett was certainly a firecracker but at least they'd be prepared for a variety of outcomes. "I'll be on standby, I guess. Just in case things go really wrong."

"Is that your way of saying I’m in for a surprise with you, Gabe?" Hudson couldn’t hold back his laughter, but for once during that day it wasn’t condescending but genuine enjoyment. He pointed to his room, the door just a few feet from them. "Wait here." The words came out as an order, but the smile on his lips allowed the chance for a semi-normal response, that was until he got to the door and went inside without opening it. Two minutes later and a judgement call after, he opened the door and shook the leather knapsack he’d tossed his favorites inside. "Mini bottles are for homeless men or strippers. We’re neither, unless you have a secret you’d like to share with me." His eyes dazzled under the lights while scanning the area around them. "Up these flight of stairs. They will take us somewhere, but go first. I should— make sure no one comes and tries a sneak attack, especially now that I know I have you all to myself."

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Gabe smirked, "I like to think I'm not completely transparent." He felt a weird compulsion to follow Hudson's order and waited patiently for the man to return. His eyes followed curiously as he disappeared through the door. Upon seeing the bag dangling from Hudson's hand, Gabe's eyes lit up. With a slight nod, he lead the way. The hall had been mostly clear since they'd arrived. Pushing through the door, he listened to for any sort of alarm. Silence gave him the go ahead and he leapt up the stairs two at a time. The door at the top of the flight was locked. "Two options," he started, "you tell me you know how to pick a lock or I push through it."

"Would you really? I don’t think such a young buck could handle that sight. I assure you it’s like nothing else you’ve ever witnessed before." Hudson’s eyes stayed on the male a bit too long again, hell, he’d taken caution on keeping away from people for this reason among many others. "We could go there, and probably be bombarded by old ladies with their chatter, or we can find a way on the roof and drink until one of us falls off. Like I said, I’m in no hurry to go play nanny, and if someone gets their neck snapped or captures the almighty God, then so be it."

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Gabe laughed lightly, rubbing his jaw. "I think we've both been through a life time of shit. Age feels like a silly number." Gabe listened to the older male's proposition. The latter option certainly sounded more appealing. Since getting back into the states, he hadn't exactly been doing a great job at focusing on the endgame of it all. Talking was one thing but until Utah, that was all he'd done. "They won't miss us if we're gone for the night. But first, let me grab all of those mini bottles from the bar in my room." Gabe offered, a grin stretching across his face.

Zach gripped at his hair, tugging at it in frustration. He should’ve guessed that staying back in Peregrine was too risky, everyone should have moved once meeting up. Though he couldn’t allow panic to take everyone over, grabbing Gabe by the shoulders firmly. “Calm down bud. I’m sure they’re fine.” He spoke evenly, trying his best to keep the worry off his face.

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Calm down. He tried. Gabe really had been trying not to let the blast from ANON rattle him. But his friends were back there. Vivian. Luna. Even Wes. He hoped they were okay. "I just want them to be alright." He muttered, rubbing at his face in irritation. "That isn't the way they deserve to be taken."

"I don’t always have to change my appearance in order to use my gift, but I will tell you this, I make one hell of a nymph. Legs for days and a set of tits that would make your eyes roll backwards." Hudson rarely ever went into detail about what exactly he could do, especially when it came to the specifics of changing his appearance and taking on the actual being he drew power from. Doing so meant reliving his most painful memory, one that had started to dull over the years, mostly due to the amount of liquor he put into his system. "Do you know if there is a place to sit around this place, or is it that small we’re forced into our rooms?"

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"Well if you're ever feeling inspired, I would love to see that." Gabe chuckled. Hudson was a good looking man. And from the description, it sounded like he wouldn't be hard to look at as a female either. Gabe loved a set of long legs. A nice rack never hurt either. "There's a bar downstairs." He suggested, not having much else to go off of. The group had met there the other night. And he'd spent his time since going back and forth from there to his room.

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Forking another waffle piece into his mouth he smiled at the taste before going back to the book. “Well if these things are real and these gods are real, then their complete dicks. Who puts strife in the world just to punish it? What kind of fucked up shit is that?” He tossed the book at the table and sighed looking at his empty plate. “Miss can I have another stack”

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Gabe barely paid attention as the waitress deposited a mug of steaming black coffee on to their table but picked it up immediately. The warmth spread from his hands through the rest of his body. "I havne't got a clue, mate. But there's been a lot of hate in relation to religion over the years."

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When the male came over Lucien was head first into the Quran. At this point Lucien was glad he didn’t believe in any religion because these books were crazy. Stoning your daughter for clothes.Animals being dirty because of what they eat. He didn’t care what a pig ate, bacon was bacon. When he looked to dee whom the voice belong to he recognized gabe. They bonded over mutual love for animals so Lucien considered him to be ok. “When going up against a god, you should at least no a bit”

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Gabe gave a nod, settling in to the chair across from Lucien without asking. "Quite the task, indeed." He waved over a waitress and asked for a coffee. "I don't know anything about religion really. My mum used to take me to Christmas mass but usually, I just colored or something. Admittedly, the five or so years Gabe could remember being forced in to dress pants and a button up for church were blurry. Not a lot stuck with him, regardless of the nature of the information.

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Where Lucien lacked in people skills he made up for it in drive and work ethic. Sitting at the table in the dinner he shoved mountains upon mountains of waffles into his gullet as he read through every book about religion he could get his hand on. If Uriel wanted to talk about the gods he personified then Lucien would have something to say. Looking to see that his phone was now ringing and buzzing he checked to find the worse news. “Wes” He frowned as he knew that the boy was the only new person besides him. Sitting back he ordered another hot cocoa and continued to read. No matter what this mission had to succeed, if one of their members had gotten captured they needed Uriel for a replacement. Now the weight that had been placed on him tripled.

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Gabe had wandered in to the diner on whim, having gotten bored laying around the hotel room for hours on end. The streets weren't that bad and if he could keep his head down, he'd likely be able to do some exploring without trouble. He spotted Lucien sitting at one of the tables. The pair had only spoken a few times but with a large part of the mission relying on Lucien, Gabe figured he'd been busier than usual. "Doing a bit of studying?" He asked as he approached the table, noticing the stack of books next to the stack of waffles.

Gabe didn’t even have to finish his words before Hudson had the leather encased flask out for the boy to take. “It’s a hundred year old scotch, I stole it the last time I was in Paris. Poor owner, one little song and he was— putty in my hands.” There was a huge perk in having his gift, with so many sub powers there was little he couldn’t do, and with that came the ability to do what he wanted, when he wanted. Nothing had really changed, nor would he. Set in his ways due to his age and stubbornness, Hudson looked at life like another long chapter that was hardly going to go in another direction. “We’re here together in the pit of America. Make the best of a terrible situation. If not, one might taunt Terror into acting.”

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Happily, Gabe accepted the flask and took a sip of the aged alcohol. It burned in the best way as it rolled down the back of his throat. There were perks to the powers each of them possessed as individuals. Gabe figured that if he were going to be alienated for what he could do, that he'd at least have fun while doing it. "I thought the plan was to lay low?" Gabe joked, passing the flask back to its owner. "I think the presence of any mythical being may be quite the opposite."

"Which is another reason I’m looking forward to this all being finished with." He looked the boy over, suddenly remembering his name thanks to the many tattoos that littered his body. Unlike the others who had beefed up and completely changed, Gabe looked the same. A term came to mind, heroin chic. "Which is why we have to continue keeping ourselves on the down low. Any outbursts and we’re asking them to snap our necks and throw us into the nearest body of water." Squeezing his shoulder, Hudson parted and looked him over again, slowly. "I suggest not thinking about it. If you do, it’ll slow you down and that’s when you’re asking for a bullet between the eyes, and that would be a shame for all of us. Now, do you think you can avoid?"

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Gabe agreed. The sooner this was over, the soon they'd (hopefully) be able to get back to a normal life. He knew his inability to keep his actions in check when he was angry was one of his major downfalls. It had been his anger that'd gotten him in such hot water ten years ago. "Not if I don't get some liquor in me pronto." He said. While Gabe wasn't particularly deterred by the idea of getting a bullet to the head, he knew the others weren't on the same page. He'd picked more than a few metal capsules from himself after shooting his mouth off. But with the others expecting him to keep his head on straight, he decided he'd be better off following Hudson's advice to not think too much about the others until they had more information.

"You look like you’re to blow." Hudson said as he wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulders and pulled him into the hall. "As much as I’m one for a show, don’t do it in there. Remember we’re surrounded by ‘clueless’ townies." He said, not wanting a repeat of Gabe’s first TV performance. "We have no word from them but we’ll see in a few hours. This isn’t any different than the other hundred or so times they’ve gone hunting for us."

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Taking a deep breath, Gabe tried to slow the rate of his heart beat. He shook his head. "It just feels worse because we've all been back together." He admitted, giving the old trainer a look. He hadn't even been aware that he'd rejoined their ranks since getting out of California. "They must not know the lot of us traveled." He didn't know what was true but if felt better to tell himself that than think that maybe they all had targets on their backs at this very moment.

"Has any one heard from those back at Peregrine? How did they know people were there? Only three of them were left!" Gabe felt anger working it's way through his veins. Not even done with their first mission and things were going wrong. They couldn't catch a break, no matter where they went.

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2 Cowboys, an Immortal, & a Weather Witch go on a roadtrip || Lizzie, Gabe, & Derek

Zach grabbed after the sweets first, a bag of gummy worms crinkling in his hand. He set his drink between his legs and got comfortable, head snapping up at the word he’d heard. “Speaking of joint. Here,” Zach grabbed after the bag of joints in Derek’s bag, floating the lighter and a joint to Gabe in the front seat, “driver’s first.” He wanted to smoke more, but Zach couldn’t wait long enough before he ripped open the gummy worms, taking a sip of sweet tea and sighing contentedly.

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Letting out a soft chuckle, Gabe snagged the lighter and joint from between Zach's fingers. He pressed the roll between his lips and lit up. Once he taken a nice, soothing drag, he turned the key in the ignition. The car rumbled to life. "So have you any idea where the others are? Do we have a rendezvous point?" Trying to keep his eyes focused on the road, Gabe handed the joint of to someone in the back.

#c: zach #sorry no gifs #computer can't handle it

2 Cowboys, an Immortal, & a Weather Witch go on a roadtrip || Lizzie, Gabe, & Derek

"Course we do." Zach said flatly, but with a reassuring smile. There wasn’t any of them that he didn’t trust, really. Well, everyone had their own level of trust but Gabe definitely wasn’t someone who could ever be untrusting. Zach sped by the "Take next exit" sign for the truck stop, grinning happily at the offer. "If you find somethin’ sweet, salty, or both, grab it." He requested, cotton mouth getting to him quickly. "Water — no sweet tea, if they got any." He added, excited to see the stretch of road branch off into the truck stop. A part of him felt like he was younger, like they’d decided to go on a road trip together for no reason. If only.

He veered over, parking abruptly as he hopped out the car and raced to the bathroom. “Somebody fill ‘er up so we can get outta here and to the hotel asap!” The drive was almost over, and if anyone could tell by the sheer eagerness in his voice, Zach was beyond happy about it.

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Gabe took note of the Zach's requests before climbing from the back seat. Extending his legs to their full length, he took a moment to stretch out his whole body. Being 6'2" and stuck in the back seat for hours on end was uncomfortable to say the least. But if he was going to be in a compact space with anyone, Gabe was glad it turned out to be Zach, Derek, and Lizzie.

A few minutes later Gabe came back out of the little convenient store, hands laden with snacks and refreshments. "Water, plain crisps, an assorted bag of sweets, and some spicy pretzels." He announced his choices and distributed them to his companions. Taking a long drink of the coffee in his hand, he patted the top of the car. "Let's blow this joint." The closer to Utah they got, the more excited Gabe became about the upcoming mission. It had been too long since he'd had a purpose.

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