Gourry Gabriev (gourrygabriev) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-08-28 22:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | gourry gabriev, lina inverse |
Who: Lina and Gourry
What: Chatting about some spooooky cult
When: Recentish
Where: Gourry's apartment
Rating/Warnings: N/A
Status: Completed
Gourry’s cat was a bitch.
And, yes, by now she got the hint that this bitch cat was supposed to be like some kind of mirror reflection of herself in Gourry’s eyes - and you’d think it’d make her endeared to the thing, but, nope. Elle wasn’t nice, Elle wasn’t cute. Elle was the epitome of a finicky, hissy cat and the two always had some kind of stare down when Lina stepped through the door.
“She does have her rabies shot, right?” groused the bite-sized sorceress, setting her bag by the door (pee on it, cat, she always did wonder what it was like to have feline stirfry for dinner). Her skin was sun-kissed and toasty from their outdoor sword practice, but she wasn’t visiting for some one-on-one training. There was another purpose in mind. “Anyway, do you have beer? Something alcoholic? I need a drink.”
“Yep,” Gourry chuckled. He headed over to the fridge, opening it and pulling out two cans. He headed back to Lina and offered her one. “You doin’ alright?” he asked, unable to stop the slightest bit of worry from his voice.
Yay. Lina might raid his fridge too, later - depending on how munchy she got. Friends made sure friends were well fed, right? “Yeah,” she lied with a sigh, and then retracted the word a second after. “No.” Gourry would pull it out of her regardless; he had a way of sensing when something was off.
The can hissed when she opened it. “I think something weird’s happening - and is gonna keep happening. You know how sometimes similar things that happen in the dreams can happen here?” Or maybe he didn’t and was just oblivious, fuck if she knew. At least what she’d been worried about what could happen to him didn’t, but there was a small part of her that’d been prepared to take on an armor-possessed Swordsman of Light.
“Uh… the whole weird thing with the skeletons?” Gourry asked, opening his and sipping. “Are you in trouble?”
“No, not that,” she huffed, shaking her head. Hell, if that were the only problem she’d be doing cartwheels all over the place but, no, whatever happened recently seemed like a one-time county stunt. “It’s something a little more subtle. For now.”
Lina got cozy on the sofa and summoned one of the dogs over, making kissy sounds and patting her knee until she succeeded. “There’s a cult around here. Dedicated to not only worshipping Shabranigdo, but to finding someone with a piece of him and wake him up. Like with Rezo? Gods, Gourry, you better remember who Rezo was.”
Gourry nodded. “Yeah, Zelgadis’... guy.” Yeah. He got this. “Um. So they want to bring Shabanag back… again?”
Lina’s brow sharply rose. Zelgadis’ guy. “Great grandfather,” she reminded, though would that do anything? It looked like Gourry might space out like he usually did - how many explanations has he slept through? More than she had fingers, that’s for sure. “So is the assumption. It’s no easy feat, though, but I’m sure whoever these idiots are? They’re puppets, getting their strings pulled for someone else.”
Who, though. That was the question. The why was obvious - awakening a piece was the goal, but they first had to find the piece and figure out how to wake it up. And she assumed the search wasn’t being done unless someone had a way to do it. “I’m planning to sneak into cult headquarters with my husband and see what we can come up with. Hell, maybe we’ll just blow it up depending on what we’ll find.”
Gourry immediately looked concerned. “What if you get hurt? Or caught?”
“I can manage,” she answered with confidence. Not that she was the best at covert operations but she wasn’t clueless, and between her sorcery and Pete packing heat (literal, solar-absorbed heat), they’d be fine. They had a little girl to come back to, after all. “Or we’ll manage, more accurately. We, ah - we work for the government, technically?”
Lina scratched the tip of her nose a little awkwardly. “We’re part of an Agency that helps keep this place under wraps. It’s my job to deal with magical threats and this - this fits the bill. If we get caught by them, we’ll get violent. If we get caught by actual authorities, we’ll pull some strings. And you know me, where there’s demons involved, somehow I’m bound to get up in that mess.”
Gourry nodded, giving her a smile. “Glad everything’s working out for you then.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Do you need the Sword of Light?”
Ho ho! Both of her brows rose, and the sorceress looked devilishly intrigued. “Don’t know if I need it, but I do want it.” Sue her - it was a dream that span several lifetimes of wanting that damn thing. “In all honesty I don’t think I’ll need it. Yet. There’s supposed to be something about a weapon in this group, I don’t know what kind, but…”
Lina was sure she’d see it in the dreams. “I’m dreaming a third version of our lives, and since Hellmaster did away with the Sword of Light we’re trying to find you another legendary weapon. Something tells me it’ll all tie together.”
“Think so?” Gourry scratched his jaw thoughtfully. “If you need it, you just let me know, okay? It came handy when Alecto and I were fighting. But if it helps you, you know I’d hand it to you.”
“I’ll remember that,” Lina mused. He trusted her with the sword? Gasp - a freakin’ miracle. “I’ll let you know how it all goes down and hopefully we don’t have a repeat of what we’ve been through before, with Shabs.”
She sipped her beer and relaxed into the couch, one the mutts hopping next to her and nestling by her side. “But ohhh, dish. You guys fought those zombies together?”
Gourry nodded at her, smiling. “Always here if you need me, Lina.” He nodded again. “Yeah, skeletons and stuff when it was happening. She wanted to fight them and I wanted to help see if anyone was needing help.”
“How’d it go, you exercising your swordsman muscles anyway? In a more serious setting, I mean.” Zombies were standard bitch bait in their dreams - they’d fought a lot more tougher things - but if she recalled correctly then this was the jellyfish’s first time out in some serious crap. The OC’s blessings we so swell.
“It went fine. Nothing too dangerous or hard, but it definitely brought back all the memories from the dreams.” He rubbed his neck thoughtfully. “Was really weird doing it when cars are around and stuff, you know?”
Lina brought her feet up to the couch, knees curled in towards her chest and she laughed. “It is, isn’t it,” she agreed, grinning cheekily. “You’re a modern day swordsman, jellyfish brains. And look, you even found your own witch-type person to fight alongside with. I’d imagine she blows you up a little less than I do, huh?”
Gourry nodded. “Yeah. She’s different in ways I can’t figure out how to say. But I like her a lot. Her job worries me though, she takes pictures of dead people,” he tilted his head to the side.
“What’s there to worry about? They’re already dead, they can’t do much harm,” she chuckled, fingers hugging the beer can as she nursed it. “Or does the fact that she just takes pictures of dead people weird you out? Don’t be a woobie, Gourry.”
Gourry shook his head. “Nah, it’s…” He waves his hand. “Dangerous, ain’t it? Just because they’re dead doesn’t mean it’s safe to go there, even with the police and all.” He shrugged. “I just worry,” he smiled at her. “You know that.”
“Within reason,” Lina winked. “You’re being kinda silly here - the danger’s already dead, so. But, hey, it’s cute. And it’s reasonable to worry now and again around here with the weird shit that can happen. Everything going okay in your dating department? No reason for me to stab her, right?”
Gourry laughed. “Yeah, it’s all fine. She’s sweet, and likes the animals. Miss Elle isn’t attempting to attack her every two seconds anymore. Actually, her teleporting thingie has spooked her into keeping away.”
“Teleportation the way to get your cat to piss off?” Lina sighed, and buried her fingers into the scruff of the dog’s neck to scratch and shake. “Damnit. I missed out of that skill. People get the practical things and I’m just meant for World War III.” Mayhem, destruction in the form of craters, forest fires, world ruin.
Meanwhile her friends could travel long distances in seconds and, oh, could turn napkins into pets. Bummer. “That’s good, though. I’m sure you two are nauseating together.”
Gourry tilted his head to the side, and it’s clear he’s smiling brilliantly. Happy. “She’s great,” he murmured softly. “Sweet, kind, great…”
“Alright, alright, I’m nauseated in the way Xelloss gets when he’s at the end of a speech of love and justice,” bleched the sorceress, all in good humor though. Lina wasn’t much for sap. Sap gave her hives, unless it was done in the privacy of her home when she didn’t have spectators as she made googly-eyes at her surly Armani suit clad husband (seriously, was he always prepared for a photoshoot or what?). “Just aside from the potential of turning into sizzling demonic goo.”
Gourry laughed. “Don’t change, Lina.” He smiled at her, reaching over to pat her gently.
Oh no, sir. That handed got slapped, Gabriev - she wasn’t his tiny charge anymore. “Gourry, do you want to keep that hand? I’m someone’s mother,” she huffed, finished off her beer, and extended the empty can at him expectantly. “I like this. Another. Please? And what do you have to eat around here?”
Gourry nodded and took it, laughing. He headed to the kitchen and fridge, opening it. “..Week old chinese, uh, here’s… some weird green stuff. Other than that, dog and cat food!”
“That’s the most dismal thing I’ve ever heard from you, ever,” Lina groaned. “Fine, whatever, we’ll order something but you’re paying for such a crap selection in your kitchen, Gourry. Do I have to text you to remind you to do groceries? Cover your furniture with sticky notes that say ‘go to the supermarket, moron’?”
Because she’d do it.
Assuming she wasn’t feeling lazy.
Gourry blinked at her. “...Nooo?” He reaches for the phone. “What do you feel like?”
Ohhh, she got to choose? Lina tapped her chin in thought. “Pizza,” she answered. “Meat lovers, or just - whatever meat that can be stacked up on it, stack it up. Get your own pie. Mine’s off limits.” Beer, pizza. A good combo, and they could relax around the house and keep catching up.