Loki meets Loki.
Loki: “You are not that bad, for being a copy of me, I have to admit it.”
Gabe: “You’d laugh if I told you I was about to say the same thing, pal.”
Gabe: “See? Told’ya. You know what? I like you.”
A/N: I am assuming that Miria, since she investigated into EVERYTHING that concerned the Organization and the warriors, knows pretty much every warrior of the past, at least by name, because she read everything in the Org’s archives, ok?
Ch. 01 - The Silver Eyed King -…
A/N: English is not my mothertongue, please forgive me my mistakes and tell me where the fic sounds weird. Thanks.
Ch. 00 - At the Beginning
Rabona was now an empty city, if not for the soldiers and the warriors who had remained to protect it. When Miria finally…
JAJAJAJA—— Do you know how long they get to do another chapter???
Oh, Hamlet! I had nearly forgot about this.
A/N: on suggestion of teresashiho. I hope I’m doing a good job ._. Ah, the symbol is Gordon’s.
The black card
When Sam receives Gordon’s Black Card from Ermita, he’s not really surprised as Dean is.
Sam is always been very careful around him - Gordon is the kind of resentful warrior, who would love to see every single existing Youma completely erased from Earth. Let’s look at the guy in question, Sam thinks: he is a very good warrior - not for nothing he reached to Number Eleven from Number Thirty-seven in record time - but he has got that bloodthirstiness that makes him no more different than the Youma he slays, in the end.
Sam would feel more sympathy for Gordon, but since it looks like he is on this latter’s death list too, he can’t help it. And that Black Card can only mean one thing, that is Gordon has awakened. Maybe it was like pretty much everyone who awakens, he wanted more power, trepassed his limit and awakened. He glances at Dean.
- What should I do?
His brother just shrugged his shoulders and replied:
- I hate to tell you this, but he’s awakened, so there’s no much you can do, other than killing him. For how much I admire him as warrior, I admit he can be dangerous.
Sam nods slowly. He takes his sword and the Black Card and prepares himself.
Gordon hasn’t had the easy life, one could say.
He was eighteen years old when a Youma attacked his family. He lived with his sister in a small village in the West and he would have never thought about knocking at the Organization’s door on his own will.
His opinion would drastically change in moments, as he saw that Youma crashing through the fron door of his house at night, trowing him on a wall and then killing and devouring his beloved sister.
He watched the Youma taking his sister’s appearence and starting to run away and, as the sorrow and rage filled his heart, he took the first weapon he found and hit the Youma’s head with all his force killing it.
He swore, then, that he would kill every single Youma - guilt, rage and much other playing a basic role. He had lost his mind. He didn’t care at all when the village chased him away: it would be easier for him to find those monsters, he told to himself.
And thus, when the man dressed in black found him starved, thirsty, with no place to go back, he took up the offer and he became a warrior. A bloodthirsty warrior who wanted to exterminate every single Youma. It was his way of seeing the world: there was white - the humans, the ‘good warriors’ - and then there was black - the enemy, the Youma.
No one ever argued about his skills: he was a really good tracker and an excellent fighter, but he tended to always reach his limit to kill of Youma - he even killed Youma that were not giving annoyance to no one and thus the Organization was really concerned about this. He would disobey the rules occasionally. The other warriors always felt fear around him.
Dean and Sam had met him when Dean was Number 25 and Sam Number 28, so they had known him for a fair amount of time. For some unknown reason, Gordon had nearly immediately felt rage and suspect towards Sam, who had never done anything, but he said the Youma part was more prominent in him, so he had to be immediately killed off. Gordon had been stopped by Luvr.
“And now he’s awakened and takes up the chance to kill me by sending his Black Card to me” Sam thinks, while walking towards the top of a small mount in the East; he also ponders whether he can do this or not.
Photoshop is my friend and I love it. As usual, not coloured so well, it’s just coloure because it will serve for my purposes, aka giving the idea of what I have in mind for him.
I told about him something by HERE.
Yay, Photoshop fixed a bit things! :D
They are not so well coloured, but they serve for my purpose as they are. After all I’m mostly a writer… ._.
Refer to this ficlet: Number One
This is Gabriel the Trickster, former Number 4 of the generation before this one. He faked his death and is currently hiding from the Organization in the North. Everyone calls him Loki - no one actually knows he was a warrior.
Epic fail on Gabe’s hair. OTL
I tried. *screeches*
Because I’m re-reading Claymore and I’m fusing this with Supernatural. Pictures are photos, at least they are not blurry…
They are just sketches ok? And I gave random numbers, though maybe, now that I think about it, Cas should be no. 1, while Dean and Sam should be no. 2 & 3… EDIT: Now inked and with correct numbers…
THings that still bother me:
1. How do you anatomy?
2. How do you intense beauty, Dean?
3. How do you hair, Dean & Cas?
4. How do you sideburns, Sam?
5. How do you armours?
And if you can’t read it on ff.net, HERE there is the link to my lj!:D
This is just the prologue!
In case you can’t read it on ff.net, here’s the link to my lj archive:
SUPERWHOLOCK THIS WAY!