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If Adrianus had hoped to make a good first impression, he certainly succeeded with Gabriel. Someone who could take being patched up during a raid without so much as a wince AND praise the so-called surgeon’s skills instead of cursing him to Hell? And with a taste for liquor on top of it?! Oh...

As Thaddeus pointed out that they should collect any remaining pieces of evidence before departing, Gabriel wanted to remind him he had already done that, thinking the werewofl was a little confused due to his injury, when someone mentioned the sigil. „Yes, of course, there are all those occult...

„Mérde!“ Gabriel yelled when the cloaked man failed to go down, not at all minding his language. Something about being in France made him automatically start swearing in the language of frog eaters. From the corner of his eye, he could see the others having no better luck than himself. Not only...

And, just like that, like a volcano unexpectedly hurling hot lava in the air to destroy a perfect summer day, a peaceful investigation of a dream-come-true-workshop turned into complete chaos within a split second. At the same time, the question whether or not the inventor had performed some...

Sometimes, Gabriel completely forgot that there were people in the world, who believed that vampires, werewolves or fairies were the stuff of myths and children‘s fairytals, or that ghosts were the product of false, yet so very human hopes in the existence of life after death. It was Tadd‘s...

Without a doubt, most people would say that feeling excited about a murder investigation was wrong on multiple levels, but Gabriel couldn't help himself. He had been looking forward to visiting this workshop so much that if the hot Asian guy from before hadn't actually been Michael, he would...

Somewhat surprised, Gabriel accepted the plate. He hadn't expected to get a late dinner, but as he saw it materialize in front of him, he realized he was in fact rather hungry. "Thank you. I really couldn't care less whether there is meat or not," he smiled, taking in the pleasant aroma. "I will...

Surprisingly enough, once the invenstigation relevant discussion was over, Gabriel had no idea what to do with himself. The night was too young to go to sleep, but it was a little bit too late to try and find a night club that would suit him. Regular pubs would probably be closing soon and he...

"Oh, if we were to discuss what motivation a spirit of a dead inventor might have for comitting such atrocious acts, I can think of at least two right off the top of my head..." Gabriel smirked, allowing his fantasy to run free. This, again, was his area of expertise; the mind of a mad...

"As much as I am far from calling anyone mad," Gabriel intervened, his raised eyebrow and the sarcastic tone of his voice indicating he was in fact quite close to it, "I have serious doubts about this theory. I can assure you that the automaton is merely a machine, incapable of thought process...

Gabriel was fully prepared to start judging the French HQ the minute they entered the premises, but his initial scepticism quickly turned into awe. The lovely chateu was completely protected from outsiders, yet full of life in all its shapes and forms, and it looked incredibly bright and...

"I believe we will need to see the workshop tomorrow. Not only because of the murder. His notes can give us some clues about who he might have been working with, and about the development of this invention," Gabriel said, calmer now that he had made his point. Naturally, part of him was excited...

Gabriel allowed himself another smile, quite pleased about the fact that his charisma wasn't entirely rusty. "Of course. Then let us make sure everything is in perfect order for tomorrow," he nodded. "By the way, would you mind telling me who the gentleman you mentioned was?" The question was...

Gabriel allowed himself the tiniest of moments to lift his head and smile at the man who had spoken to him; a warning, subtle enough not to actually interfere with his actions. From the dossier, he remembered him as the vampire named after some kind of Hinduistic deity... Krishna? He was vastly...

„What…?“ Gabriel managed, somewhat confused, before turning over his shoulder and realizing what the woman was referring to. „Sir William Florence is most certainly no rat! And he is a marvel of science,“ he snapped back, quite through with keeping a polite tone as his offer of help hadn‘t been...

GABRIEL Alright, that went well… Not. Gabriel wasn‘t sure if the situation he had gotten Maggie in was any better than being privy to a possibly disastrous conversation involving Bryony Byng and himself would have been – probably not, because she seemed to be experiencing the biggest shock of...

Gabriel felt himself frown a little as she corrected him briefly, but he refrained from apologizing, as that would only make matters worse. Overall, it was what women wanted, to be called Madame even if they were unmarried, was it not? At least once they‘ve reached a certain age, which could...

GABRIEL Montmartre, despite being a Paris neighborhood, still had a unique village atmosphère. Cobblestoned narrow and winding streets, quaint houses, vineyards, lovely windmills, romantic alleyways and long stairways, excellent restaurants, quiet squares. At the same time, the...

As drunk as Agnarr must have been , judging by his inappropriate fit of laughter, he had a point there. He'd spoken like a warrior, and Einar couldn't but agree. "If Ragnarok truly is to come, we will ride out and face it without fear, for it will be a great honor to fight the Jotunn alongside...

Seated on the Jarl's right hand, Einar was finishing his second portion of roasted boar when Helle rushed into the hall, only carefully washing it down with ale. He rarely ever got drunk, even on occasions such as this, because someone had to make sure the Jarl didn't die a death without honor...