[ the monsters gaby is used to are men, soldiers and informants and stasi. the emp made sense to her because it felt man made, destruction through technology, cassius was easy to rationalize, even if the technology was far beyond her realm of understanding.
these monsters are something else entirely.
gaby has thus far, missed all of them. sure, she has scene a fair number of the small, squirrelish ones that nibble on the greenery that had started growing in excess after their trip to zerzura. but she has managed to somehow miss all the other instances of them -- the dreams, the gates, the trip to adelaide. this is the first time gaby has come face to face with monsters that look like they have come crawling out of a film, golden eyes reflecting off the garish light of the city.
a mole had burrowed into her kitchen and gaby had fled the building without pausing to dress, finding herself on the street in a pair of pyjamas, sandals in hand. she takes the five seconds to put them on, but it's five seconds that find someone slamming into her and then finds her sprawled out on the ground. this is not her finest moment, a disheveled halo of short dark hair making her look all the more rumpled as she pushes to her feet only to find herself standing twenty metres from a menacingly purring horned creature that makes gaby's blood run cold.
she doesn't hesitate, turning and sprinting away until she can duck into an alcove, breathing heavy, palms bloody from her earlier fall. illya's timing was somewhat less than ideal in leaving right when she needs him. or any of her friends. now she is alone. ]
— for nate
these monsters are something else entirely.
gaby has thus far, missed all of them. sure, she has scene a fair number of the small, squirrelish ones that nibble on the greenery that had started growing in excess after their trip to zerzura. but she has managed to somehow miss all the other instances of them -- the dreams, the gates, the trip to adelaide. this is the first time gaby has come face to face with monsters that look like they have come crawling out of a film, golden eyes reflecting off the garish light of the city.
a mole had burrowed into her kitchen and gaby had fled the building without pausing to dress, finding herself on the street in a pair of pyjamas, sandals in hand. she takes the five seconds to put them on, but it's five seconds that find someone slamming into her and then finds her sprawled out on the ground. this is not her finest moment, a disheveled halo of short dark hair making her look all the more rumpled as she pushes to her feet only to find herself standing twenty metres from a menacingly purring horned creature that makes gaby's blood run cold.
she doesn't hesitate, turning and sprinting away until she can duck into an alcove, breathing heavy, palms bloody from her earlier fall. illya's timing was somewhat less than ideal in leaving right when she needs him. or any of her friends. now she is alone. ]