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Aug. 27th, 2009 08:38 pm"Get down from there."
The problem with being a mediator is that people didn't tend to want to listen, especially when said mediator's reputation as a non-violent type proceeded him. Not that, Gabriel would have to admit, it was really true, he just preferred to keep his guns where they were.
"You're pestering Mrs. Long - " he tried again.
"Miss," the old woman corrected. Old and bent (but not, he knew, with age), she leaned heavily on her cane and glared daggers at him. The glow from her store window cast her shadow on the sidewalk, and he tried hard not to look disturbed. This was San Francisco's Chinatown. She had every right to live her as peacefully as she wanted, she had her reasons. Everyone deserved that chance.
The grinding noise of stone caught his attention. "Did you - is he shaking his head at me?"
Miss Long pointed emphatically. Gabriel noted, in the back of his mind, how claw-like her fingers were. "Go get him! He is distrupting my business."
Gabriel sighed heavily, and looked for a place to start climbing. Maybe in the future he should just stick to being a full-time babysitter, and leave the gargoyle-catching to the more enthused.
The problem with being a mediator is that people didn't tend to want to listen, especially when said mediator's reputation as a non-violent type proceeded him. Not that, Gabriel would have to admit, it was really true, he just preferred to keep his guns where they were.
"You're pestering Mrs. Long - " he tried again.
"Miss," the old woman corrected. Old and bent (but not, he knew, with age), she leaned heavily on her cane and glared daggers at him. The glow from her store window cast her shadow on the sidewalk, and he tried hard not to look disturbed. This was San Francisco's Chinatown. She had every right to live her as peacefully as she wanted, she had her reasons. Everyone deserved that chance.
The grinding noise of stone caught his attention. "Did you - is he shaking his head at me?"
Miss Long pointed emphatically. Gabriel noted, in the back of his mind, how claw-like her fingers were. "Go get him! He is distrupting my business."
Gabriel sighed heavily, and looked for a place to start climbing. Maybe in the future he should just stick to being a full-time babysitter, and leave the gargoyle-catching to the more enthused.
