FFM27: Emotions

Gabriel was terribly confused, and he did not particularly care for the feeling. It was becoming commonplace. First, the redheaded Cahyadi girl had promised him her heart and soul- only if he did not, in fact, murder the sentient plants making attempts on her life. He did not understand, but the archangel had stood aside, and allowed the girl to save herself.

It went quicker- and cleaner- than he had expected. She had introduced herself as Merci. There was a conversation- most of which he did not remember, but he definitely enjoyed pulling emotions from the girl. The array of expressions that mortals could make was astounding.

And then he had asked for payment. A deal was a deal, of course. A deal that turned out in her favor- he gained a cross and a heart shaped locket. Pendants. And the girl had skipped home to her sister, an infuriating being who, for some strange reason, owned her sister's soul.

He didn't ask. Gabriel only stashed away the necklaces and vowed to outsmart the pair one way or another. It did not go so well in the beginning, and he became increasingly sidetracked with the red headed one. Really, her facial expressions were amazing- they would go from ice to excitement in less time than it took to straighten his robes.

Everything came to a head, however, with the Holy Power Ranger's incident. The way she had looked at him was probably the same as a small child seeing their favorite toy ripped to pieces, and he did not, in fact, mean for that to happen. Gabriel shoved his foot into a stray pile of laundry when he walked through the door, and there was an audible groan from the angel he was looking for: Lou.

"Get your feet out of the laundry," She snapped. All she seemed to do was snap whenever he was around. Gabriel rolled his shoulders, and removed his feet from the pile of cloth. The angel pulled her short lavender hair into a messy bun, and began to shove the clothes in a basket with force.

If anything, Gabriel was pretty fond of her hair. It always smelled good.

He waited until she had finished, and rocked back on her knees to face him. Lou had taken to wearing mortal's garb, and while Gabriel personally thought that denim was the devil's work, he had to admit it suited her well.

"What are Power Rangers?" The look Lou gave him reminded Gabriel of the Cahyadi girl, and he didn't like the feeling it gave him.

"What?"

"Power Rangers. What are they?"

"I understood your question." Lou rolled her eyes. "I do not, however, understand the context."

"Merci asked if we were..." He trailed off. Lou's expression darkened considerably at the mention of the redhead. It was unusual- he had been under the impression they were friends. "...She had asked if we were God's Holy Power Rangers."

"What?" Lou's expression changed again. This time, it was irritation, dissolving into fits of uncontrollable giggles. Gabriel decided, right then, that he did not understand anyone who presented as a lady.