Well, he's certainly Death as far as he's concerned.
The sudden appearance of an interloper draws him up short. He doesn't want collateral damage. He just does his job, he doesn't go around killing people. The cloaked figure gives no response to Gabriel's question. It's hard to read any kind of emotion in his posture, but he doesn't seem intimidated. Just confused.
At least until he reaches out to try and determine just what he's dealing with. His grip tightens noticeably on the scythe, and somewhere wrapped in black a forgotten part of himself quails. That's too big, that's loud and bright and not for him. He can't -
- shut it out.
Fine, he's immortal. They should have no quarrel. The cloak shifts slightly as he looks past the newcomer to the woman. Look, he's only trying to do his job here.
no subject
The sudden appearance of an interloper draws him up short. He doesn't want collateral damage. He just does his job, he doesn't go around killing people. The cloaked figure gives no response to Gabriel's question. It's hard to read any kind of emotion in his posture, but he doesn't seem intimidated. Just confused.
At least until he reaches out to try and determine just what he's dealing with. His grip tightens noticeably on the scythe, and somewhere wrapped in black a forgotten part of himself quails. That's too big, that's loud and bright and not for him. He can't -
- shut it out.
Fine, he's immortal. They should have no quarrel. The cloak shifts slightly as he looks past the newcomer to the woman. Look, he's only trying to do his job here.