Gadget Girl Gale;

"If it's got a name, I can probably make you something that can kill it." Gale Sullivan || 24 || WitchTenebrae Weapons Specialist ✔ intelligent→ humorous → inventive ✘ cocky → loud → defensive

[siobhan-cole-deactivated2015070]

Sio pulls her hand back quick catching the woman’s reaction. She nods faintly to her, “Sorry, force of habit. These are all very well made, i’m guessing it’s your design?” Anyone who was that protective of their weapons would likely be their creator. “That’s quite a long time, are you here by choice or by order or however they call it.” Shifting her grip on her bags she nods, “I don’t know who Ethan is but he should” 

[gale-sullivan-blog]

“Don’t worry about it. But yeah. These are all my babies.” she says, her small smile returning only to fade away and be replaced by a look of confusion. “Wait, I know you’re new and all, but the person who sent you here didn’t tell you who Ethan was?” she asks, cocking an eyebrow. “Okay, either the higher up that sent you is a dummy of the highest order, or you just wandered in by mistake.”

[siobhan-cole-deactivated2015070]

Her smile mirrors the redhead as she adjusts her grip on her bags. “Nice to meet you Gale.” Her gaze shifts to the weapons as she sets the knife down, her fingers running over the edges. It was of fine craftsmanship, even better then her usual contacts. “I’m a newbie I guess you could say, from…well it’s easier to just say Florida no one ever knows where the town is. How about you?” 

[gale-sullivan-blog]

Gale’s warm smile disappears somewhat when Sio reaches out touches the knives. Yes, Gale was charged with making weapons for the house, should the inhabitants need them, but she was always a bit protective of them- especially with Charlie’s overly grabby hands forcing her to put every single security precaution in play throughout her room and to keep a careful eye out for everything and anything. So when the woman reaches out, Gale reaches and slowly pushes them and away from her. “Yeah... I’d appreciate it if you didn’t do that.” she says, the words a kind warning. “But I’m originally from Sedona, but I’ve been here for like almost 5 years now. So, I’m guessin’ Ethan know your coming today?” Not like anyone would wander in here at random. And if they did, Gale better look into implementing some sort of system.

[siobhan-cole-deactivated2015070]

Sio’s head shifted as she heard a voice coming from the open garage. Tilting toward the sound she caught sight of peculiar red-haired girl donning a pair of goggles. Turning fully towards the garage she stepped forward, careful that her bags didn’t bump into the cars as she navigated her way closer. “Hi, I’m Siobhan Cole..most call me Sio”

[gale-sullivan-blog]

“ ‘Sup Siol. I’m Gale.” she nods, warm but small smile gracing her features as a single gloved hand works to rub away the imprint lines left by her goggles. She carefully puts down the knife in her grip before addressing the girl. there had been a slow and steady flow of new people suddenly arriving so Gale can’t help but wonder how many more people will be coming in later. “So where’d you come in from? So, I’ll be the first to ask: transfer or newbie, newbie?” 

[siobhan-cole-deactivated2015070]

Bags slung over her shoulders her eyes lifted to the structure before her admiring the architecture. It was expansive in a way that was almost foreboding but she wasn’t in the brightest of moods as of late. Haven had been her home. 85 years of her life and aside from a few vacations she only really left the bar to hunt down those who had broken their neutral ground. Then again, that’s what this was after all. “So this is Kykuit Mansion..” 

[gale-sullivan-blog]

With most of the house out on the mission, it meant that the garage and driveway were free of most of the cars and left more room for Gale to work out there. At the moment she was sharpening one of her many knives she made for the house. She takes care to sharpen it as well as check on the intricate etchings she had put in when suddenly she hears an unfamiliar voice. It immediately has Gale looking up, putting down her knife and flipping up her goggles to take a better look at the new person staring at the house from the driveway. “Yup, the one and only.” Gale calls out, to catch her attention, “Hi there.”

[ethan-ford-blog]

“Now them’s just fightin’ words.” And there’s some contrary part of him that wants to show up wiht some stupid plastic pony toy just to prove a point. Though he’s more amused at the thought that she wins either way now, and he’d be annoyed by it if he hadn’t waltzed right in. “Yeah, don’t get cocky kid.” He straightens up, arms crossing over his chest, though he doesn’t argue the assertion that she’s the best at what she does. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t be here, and that’s true of just about everyone under his roof. Not just because of the Tenebrae’s expectations, but his own. “Might be a few more days, but I’ll check in with her when she gets back. Heard you were training together?” 

[gale-sullivan-blog]

The words make her laugh, but she opts not to tease him further even though it’s all too tempting just to see if he actually will do it. If he did Gale probably would want to tag along with him to the store just so she can take a picture of the event for posterity’s sake. “I’ll do my best to keep my head in check, Han Solo,” she chuckled as she stood up on the couch and opted to sit on the backrest of it. When Ethan says that it’ll be a few days, she nods while she begins to set up a work schedule for herself before she answers his question. “Yeah, she’s giving me a bunch of close range combat tips. I’m a damn good shot and doing stuff with magic, but I definitely need brushing up on close quarter physical stuff so I’m glad she’s helping me out.” 

[ethan-ford-blog]

“What? A fuckin’ My Little Pony? I take it back, I’d rather get you the real thing.” And for a moment he’s laughing as much for the 80′s nostalgia as anything else. There are enough people in the house that are old enough to make him feel like a child, it’s not a bad thing to be reminded just how much of an old man he is when it comes to human life spans. “Good girl.” And there’s a satisfied nod at the answer, though he’s paranoid enough to wonder how true that is. The fae alone have sticky fingers, though he doubts goo would be the greatest of their worries if anyone started stealing from Gale. “Why yes, yes I would, thanks for asking.”

[gale-sullivan-blog]

“Yeah! What? Not man enough to wander down the pink aisle at target? C’mon!” she teases. Though she has to admit she’d probably kill to see a man like Ethan Ford wandering the Barbie doll aisle in any sort of toy store. At the nod she nods back, a self assured smirk on her lips. “You know it, chief. I’m like the best there is.” Every single one of those weapons back in her room had a sigil of her own creation carved into the surface it was mounted on that locked it there. And somewhere inside each of them lurked one of Gale’s safety sigils, that if activated would lock the weapon up and render it completely useless until she released it. Something fairly basic for her but it was something she had present to higher ups to assure them that nothing would blow up in their face and that they’d remain safe. “Alright, I’ll put you first on the list. Oh! Speaking of which, I’m guessin’ Claire gave you my request for the guns. When do you think they’ll be coming in?”

[ethan-ford-blog]

“Don’t expect a pony.” Ethan smirks when he says it, though there’s something like guilt in the thought that he’s never been good with birthdays. Or anniversaries. But there’s never really been anyone to remember them for, and if there’s no bitterness in that thought there might be more regret today than there would’ve been a week ago. It’s nothing he dwells on, the easy smile on his lips because shop talk is always more effective at snagging his attention. And if personal preference is always for shoot first, ask questions later, he won’t argue with some non-lethal options. “Better be careful where you stash that one. Last thing we need is for someone to start firin’ inside the house.”

[gale-sullivan-blog]

“Whhhaaat? Okay no pony, but what about like one of those plastic pony toys?” Gale grins as she moves so she’s no longer dangling herself halfway across the back of the couch. It’s far from a serious request, but that was just Gale’s default. She was always a cheerful child, something she guessed she got from her dad, but that part of her only seemed grow after the accident. It was better to make jokes than to sit and feel sorry for herself. “Don’t worry, nothing leaves my room without me knowing. Shits on lockdown. And if anyone checks one out, you know they won’t be able to fire one inside unless I say so. Safety first, right?” Gale says, reminding herself to put her lock sigil in the guns when she got them. “Hey you wanna be the first one to fire a few shots once I’m done with the official testing?”

[samsonxgray]

Samson snorted at her surprise. He wouldn’t have offered if he didn’t think she could keep up. He had a tendency to push himself, to get lost in thought while he was out there and end up going further than he meant to. Maybe if he had someone along for the run, he’d keep his head back down on earth. “Wait, you’re telling me that 5k isn’t normal?” 

[gale-sullivan-blog]

“Well maybe not for you,” she says as she moves to pick up the spatula to point at him before turning over the bacon in the skillet. “ You... you look like you’d do the whole triathlon dealio on average. Swim several miles out into the ocean and back, bike ride to the top of the mountain, and then run the 5k all the way to finish line. That sound about right?” she jokes, though she had to admit that a lighter version of all of those things didn’t sound too bad for a girl who stayed locked up in her room way more often than she should have- though she could do without the swimming into the ocean bit.    

[soaplather]

[samsonxgray]

Samson works on laying out the ham and cheese onto the bread. He lets it start cooking while she starts on her part of the meal. He leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest and gives a shrug. He hadn’t done much. Gone for a run to both make sure he was staying in shape and to clear his head. As much as running gave him time to think, it was his form of meditation these days. All the phone calls he’d been making, not one of them had turned up anything. “Nah. Just a normal run. You could go with next time.” 

[gale-sullivan-blog]

Gale smiles as she turns away from Samson and looks down at the pan in front of her. “Really?” she asks. It was always a surprise if anyone asks her to do anything with them in house. In this line of work, it was filled with people that were more prone to wanting to be alone, plus she always figured that her personality was a bit too much for most people in this organization. Somedays she’s surprised she isn’t kicked out for that alone, but that’s why she worked as hard as she did to make sure she wasn’t going anywhere. “Wait, what’s your definition of a normal run? Like a few laps around the neighborhood or are you one of those people that think running a 5k is ‘normal’?”

[samsonxgray]

Sam gives a snort and if he feels any sort of emasculated at the fact that he doesn’t cook and wouldn’t even know how to if he tried, it doesn’t get to him. He’s always been basic in that department. He knows what he has to eat to be able to stay fit and strong and beyond that there’s nothing he needs to really indulge on. “Nah, I’m good. I was fine with it just being basic,” he smirks at her. He gets the bread, meat and cheese ready to go on the sandwich.

[gale-sullivan-blog]

“Alright, one sort of basic sandwich coming up,” she smiles as she continues to cut up slices of avocado for the both of them. It’s probably not something everyone likes of since it seemed like the vast majority of the household went for the more instant route, but Gale always did enjoy cooking. Maybe it was because it was some weird edible version of science and building, but she found it to be somewhat relaxing. Once she’s done cutting, Gale turns on one of the burners and grabs a skillet, preps it and lays down the strips of bacon. “So you go anywhere interesting on your run?” she asks, not minding making small talk in the mean time. 

[ethan-ford-blog]

“That mean I’m gonna haveta get you one?” There’s an easy smirk on his lips as he glances back up at her, though it’s not an uncommon thing. He’s a hardass when he has to be, but he’s been at this long enough to understand when it’s necessary to get a job done and when it’s just called being an asshole. And it helps that he finds gun schematics more along his interests. If he’s dedicated to the job and doesn’t have any real connections outside the Tenebrae anymore, it’s not a thing that bothers him. “Looks good to me. But explain to me what we’re gonna be firing here. Goo?”  

[gale-sullivan-blog]

“It wouldn’t hurt. I mean, my birthday’s comin’ up after all,” the statement comes accompanied by a waggle of her eyebrows and an eager smile. Though the desire to receive birthday presents is nothing she actually expects though from anyone in the house, let alone Ethan. Which is nothing against him, she just knows he’s got other things that were more important. “Yeah, my own patented goo-glue. Basically you put a pod into the canon, fire it at the target’s feet and boom, they’re stuck once it’s hardens. It’s like a glue trap that you can just shoot, instead of setting up before hand and hoping someone will step in it. Completely non toxic and non lethal, unless the target winds up trying to eat their way out or if they try to gnaw their limbs out trying to escape...” Gale mutters as the memory of the jello incident replays in her mind. “I’m also working on a different formula for smaller paintball sized pellets.” she explains, glad to be talking about projects than think about her dreams again. 

[samsonxgray]

Samson makes a face at that. “That seems like work,” he tells her as they head into the kitchen. He means it too. He’s good at putting ham and cheese on bread and putting it in a pan to grill, but beyond that he’s not fond of doing much else to spice it up. He reaches the counter and looks back over at her. “But up to you. I can adapt.” There’s the idea that if she weren’t here, if there weren’t someone else in the kitchen and him offering food, or if he were on his own in his own apartment, he wouldn’t even be having something as fancy as ham and cheese.

[gale-sullivan-blog]

“Oh c’mon, it’s not THAT much work. It’s nice to treat yourself every once in a while,” Because if adding those two things was too much work, she could only imagine that the rest of Sam’s meals that she hasn’t seen must’ve been plain as all get out. “But if it puts you off then don’t worry, I’ll handle that part. You handle the rest. Easy enough. ” she offers as she pulls out a pack of bacon that she bought earlier in the week and an uncut avocado and cutting  board and makes for one the knives. She puts on the glove to protect her hand and starts cutting. “I really should look into making some sort of knife extension for this bad boy,” she jokes before looking up at Sam, “You want me to add anything else to your sandwich?”

[ethan-ford-blog]

Ethan can’t help the smile on his lips, the genuine amusement that Gale tends to summon in most people whenever she’s in the room. He’s well aware that she has reasons not to smile, and if that’s true of most people that sign onto the Tenebrae, most of them aren’t short an arm. But it’s never changed how he treats her, and there’s no hesitation when he pushes away from the wall. He saunters over to her to take the paper from her, tipping his head to eye the weapon scrawled on the page.  “Well damn, it’s not even my birthday.”

[gale-sullivan-blog]

“I know, I know you totally love and adore me and everything I do. Just consider it a super early birthday present, late birthday present, or supppper early Christmas present from me to you.” she jokes, a cocky grin on her face before it morphs into something a bit more thoughtful and serious.Gale was nice and did try to get along with everyone in the house, something made a bit easier by her personality, but when it came to Ethan she seemed to subconsciously seek out his favor and opinion a bit more, probably because he was in a higher position of authority. That and she was always trying to prove to him that he had no reason to kick her to the curb since her accident. “Figured it would be good for non lethal target takedowns. I’m making the pods for the goo to go into so once that and the canon is done I’ll get to testing. What do you think? Anything I should add or get rid of?” 

[samsonxgray]

He gives a snort of amusement as he turns and she follows him towards the kitchen. Gale’s not a person he knows intimately, though she’s been here long enough now that he can say he enjoys her company. She’s happy. She’s energetic. There’s not much of that around her. She’s also useful, as well as the devices and inventions she makes. “Grilled ham and cheese was on the menu,” he tells her. It’s easy and he knows he has the ingredients. It’s simple, plain – he’s never been much of a cook. For a while he’d lived off army rations and freeze dried food because that’s what he’d come home with. Then it was microwaveable and it wasn’t until he’d joined the Tenebrae that he started actually getting out a pan or a toaster. 

[gale-sullivan-blog]

“Oooh, that sounds good. But how about we spice it up?” she offers with a smile as skips into the kitchen and puts her sketches safely down the table. If they were going to make food, they might as well spice it beyond ham and cheese. After an all nighter and early wake up, she might as well treat herself and Sam, whose meals always did appear to be a bit... well, basic from what she’s seen at a cursory glance. And it wasn’t like she minded cooking for her housemates if they asked or if the occasion arrived. “What do you say to adding bacon and avocado? Huuuuh? Don’t deny that it totally sounds awesome.” she grins, eagerly as she makes her way over to the to fridge.

[ethan-ford-blog]

The answer pulls a laugh from him, even if it’s not all that funny. But it’s enough to make his shoulders relax, a constant tension that he refuses to call paranoia. Not when monsters are real, and really out to get him. Though it’d be arrogance to think it’s anything personal, and not just the Tenebrae badge he’s got metaphorically pinned to his chest.  “Morning,” he offers back, and he doesn’t question it too much. She does her job, and that’s all he asks anyone. If she wants to pass out on the couch he’s not that much of a hadass to give her problems for it. “You pullin’ some late-nights?”

[gale-sullivan-blog]

“Yeah,” she admits with a small laugh as she pulls her sleeve down. She doesn’t bother to go for her glove and leaves it cast aside on the couch. At the question a wide grin finds it’s way onto her face, “Yeah, but it’s gonna be tottaaaaally worth it,” she explains as her hand makes a grab for one of her papers riddled with detailed sketches that range from guns to canons until they narrow down to something that resembles a heavy duty t-shirt canon. “Nope. Not that one.” she picks up another, “Aaannnd not that either. Oh! There it is!”  Gale then pops up drapes her upper body over the top of the couch, leaving her to hang forward slightly as she holds up the piece of paper to Ethan- like she was a little kid showing their parent their new drawing. “I’m gonna make a canon!” 

[samsonxgray]

“Yeah,” he confirms simply. He knows a thing or two about weird dreams. At the moment, he’s having an assortment of them, all of them having to do with his brother and what could have befallen him. He has nothing. Literally nothing. Eli went out and didn’t come back and whether or not he thinks he’s alive, he’d rather know something. He’d rather know one way or another. Sometimes he wonders if Ethan knows, but he thinks the man would tell him. It’s something he could handle. Or so he tells himself. “Sorry I scared you.” He nods his head towards the kitchen. “Want some lunch?” 

[gale-sullivan-blog]

“It’s alright. You probably didn’t mean to. And if you did, well, screw you,” she says, her brow furrowing in mock anger as point a finger at him. She slowly begins to gather up the papers she all but scattered upon her awakening and visibly perks up at the mention of food. “Lunch? Hell yeah, I want. ” she pipes up, a grin breaking across her features. Gale quickly gathers up her papers and stuffs her glove into her pocket once she’s up and off the couch and skips over to him. Samson’s been here much longer than her, but even after the years she’s spent here she never really knew much about him since most questions pertaining to him were quickly answered and then diverted. Still, he was nice and enjoyed his company nonetheless. “So what are we having?” she asks once she’s beside him.