A WARNING TO THE PEOPLE // SUNHAVEN RAID

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Fuck, his head hurt. The headache had been off on some kind of Beethoven tirade in the past few days, or he was delirious enough to attribute a tune to the steady throb. He needed to talk to someone about it, but who? Peri was...somewhere, and Moon -the poor kid- had enough on his plate to worry about an old man. So he kept his trap shut, and did his best to find something, anything, that could distract him from the pain. He'd attempted a few remedies he could remember his mother making when he was a child, though they were impermanent solutions, treating symptoms, not the source. Hell if he knew what was causing it. Maybe Gabe had a tumor. Was that possible? Was he dying? That seemed like it was a bit dramatic, except this headache had been haunting him for...too long. Long enough to be a severe issue, and long enough to drive Gabriel up the wall. He was half-convinced he needed to give his head a couple good hits against the wall. Could it really get worse? Fuck, no, he couldn't tempt the universe.

Exhaling, and fighting a wince, the hybrid staggered out into the halls, heading out to go try and eat something, since his appetite was waning at the same rate as his headache was increasing. However, he nearly ran into the guy from Sunhaven, prowling around the Observatory like some kind of creep. And he was followed by some buddies. Great.

Wonderful. Amazing. Fan-fucking-tastic. "Please don't tell me you're doing what I think you're doing." The hybrid sighed. No, he didn't need a confirmation. It was fucking obvious. "What, a neutrality not good enough for you? Come on and kill me, then, kid. Maybe I'll finally get some sleep."
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