>>"I think this is appropriate, even. After all, like the judge says," He lowers it down towards your left eye, almost gently. The Don's lips part in an eerie smile. "Justice is blind."

>>The world is dark as night to you. You feel the metal man release you, and you fall to your hands and knees, feeling the ground around you. You feel terror in not knowing what is around you, thinking of a bottomless abyss.

>>Then, the numbness stops.

>>You scream, clutching at your face, the pain and horror of your affliction leaving you writhing for a few minutes.

>>You have learned the meaning of fear.

>>You have learned the feeling of true pain.

>>A short, silent car ride later, they haul you out of the back, walking you across the familiar pavement. You fall a few times.

>>After what seems like forever, they open the wooden doors, and you feel the warmth of the church as they hurl you inside. "That took forever." You hear one of them say as the door shuts.

>>You feel the felt carpet on your body. The warm air of the church surrounds you.

>>Father O'Malley is silent for a moment, as he runs over to you. "Oh god, Gabriel, your face-"

>>You walk slowly, carefully, to the edge of the roof, for the first time in your life afraid of heights. You hear the other gargoyle on this roof move.

>>"You can't see..." He says, suddenly realizing as he looks at you a bit more. "Why can't you see?"

>>"There's not a simple reason." You say, pausing. "I suppose because the world isn't fair."

>>The two of you talk late into the night, till in the morning two solemn statues hang off of the church's roof.

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You awaken to complete darkness. You feel around the side of the lip of the roof to avoid falling off and blindly gliding to your death.

The normally silent city seems louder somehow.

You have: Two bang sticks; The father's bang stick (Silver bullets), The thug's bang stick (Silver bullets)

You have learned: The meaning of death
The meaning of hate
The meaning of fear
Mourning the dead
Resourcefulness under pressure
Sympathy
True Pain

Your stone is an unknown shade.

You stand at around 4 feet tall.

Your ears seem larger since you last slept.

You are completely blind.

What will you do, Gabriel?

There are no pictures because you're BLIND!

Just kidding, I forgot my pic.

"Gabriel, are you awake?"

The other gargoyle's voice rings out over the rooftop.

"I thought about what you said. I don't really understand much of it, but I want to help you. I can still see, and you can't. What do you want me to do?" His voice sounds concerned. Much of what you told him went over his head, even concepts like death seemed to go in one ear and out the other. But he's still a dear friend.

What will you do?

>>14291807
Just noticed the thread; my body is ready.

Let's try and see what the other gargoyle we talked to is doing; friends in times of hardship are much needed.

>>14292097
"Someone to pass the time with would be nice..."

To start conversation, ask him what the latest moving silver picture was about. Then, either see what the father is doing or what the other gargoyles are doing.

>Your ears seem larger since you last slept.
...are we going to be Daredevil?

>>14292132

"Someone to pass the time with would be nice..." You say.

"Alright. It has been kind of lonely for me too." The other gargoyle says, using the only word that seemed to stick in the long conversation you had with him.

"What was the last moving picture about?" You ask.

"Gabriel, if I tell you, won't you be... sad?" He says, cautiously.

>>14292201
<:3c

"No...I won't be sad. It'll make me happy to remember something else..."

>>14292214

"No... I won't be sad. It'll make me happy to remember something else..." You say, sitting with your back to the edge of the roof.

"Alright." He says, some joy coming into his voice. "It was a story about a man who was in trouble. He was friends with a man with scars on his face. Then, they had police come and investigate a woman who had stopped moving." He pauses. "I guess I don't really understand a lot of it. But the man with the scars on his face, it was his wife. They arrested him for it, but then they found out the man with scars did a 'suicide'. So he was alright. But then a pretty lady asked him to look into it." He makes his best Philip Marlowe impression. "That's OK with me."

"Anyway, they had bang sticks too, but they barely used them. And then there's this guy who keeps 'drinking' and acting funny. And he becomes friends with him and his wife. But then they stop moving. And then he's attacked! By a man who they said was a 'mexican', and he fights him off. But then it turns out the man was actually the scarred man who they thought had stopped moving!"

"I didn't really get it, but it was exciting." The other gargoyle says, sheepishly.

(back in 30 bro)

>>14292424
React to the story; though we were only figuratively living until a few days ago, I'm sure we remember "simpler times". Laugh, gawk, gasp, etc.

"It sounded exciting."

"What are the other gargoyles doing?"

If they're not interested, let's try and find Father.

>>14292471
Okay. I'll be playing video games with some bros, so I'll check in from time to time to post (though I'm the only one posting....again). ;_;

>>14292571

You react to his story, smiling as he finishes.

"It sounded exciting."

"What are the other gargoyles doing?"

There is a long pause before he answers.

"After they stopped moving, a man came in the morning and took them. I haven't gone to other roofs. I didn't know what to do." He says, haltingly. "I just sat here I guess. I thought about things, but all I could remember was our past times."

His voice shakes as he speaks. "Are you going to go again, Gabriel?"

>>14292837
Wait...what? Someone took the other gargoyles?

"What do you mean? What happened to the others while we slept?"

>>14292903

"They ran into each other, and then it was raining..." He begins.

Oh. You remember that night.

You suppose it really is just you and him on this roof now.

"I came down and asked what was wrong, and you didn't say anything so I got bored and came back up here." He finishes, somewhat sensitively.

You hear a sudden snoring sound.

"What's that?" You say to the other gargoyle.

"Oh, that's the human." He answers back.

"Father O'Malley?" You ask, scratching your head. You push your now large and pointy ears out of the way as you do so.

"Yeah, he was up here, and then he went to sleep in his chair. He seemed sad."

"Hmm," You grumble. "He is a good man."

"Oh and your eye..."

You pause. "What about it?"

"Well, it's not there."

You reach up to the right side of your face. Instead of an eye, you find an empty, smooth socket.

"Did this happen this evening?" You ask.

"No, it was after you came home last night." He pauses. "That's how I knew you couldn't see."

A curious development. You don't remember losing your fake eye last night.

The Father snores.

What will you do?

>>14293005
"...oh..."

Well, this is kind of sad. I thought that there were more of us (like six, then five (minus whats-his-face)). It's a sad day, now. D:

>>14293294
Awaken the Father, gently. Ask him if our new eye-work was his doing. Also, ask him how he's doing, in general.

"Lead me over to him." You ask the other gargoyle, who leads you over gently to the sleeping priest.

"Father?" You say, gently shaking his knee after you locate him.

He snorts, twitching awake. "Oh! Oh, it's you, Gabriel. And... Your friend."

"Um, hello." The other gargoyle says.

"Father, I crafted an eye to replace my missing one. It is now gone. Did you do this?"

"No, Gabriel. You came in like... That." O'Malley says, shivering.

Ask the Father about inquiring a new replacement eye? Preferably one of stone?

>>14293866

"I could make replacement ones." You say. "I can still feel where my body is, and feel the shape of my eyes. I do not wish to unsettle you."

"Perhaps that would be best lad." The father says. "I have the buffer here." He puts it in your hand. "I have to restock the communion goods, so perhaps erm, your friend could help you."

"I can. You do what you need to." The other gargoyle says.

"I will. I'll be back in about half an hour, Gabriel." He says, walking down the stairs.

"I don't understand why you need eyes if you can't see Gabriel." The other gargoyle says, and you hear the buffer whir in your hand. "Whoa! the button makes it spin!"

Chuckle. At least things are looking up fairly soon. What is our status? How much repair do I need?

>>14293972

You feel the feeling in the spot in your wing the bullet went through come back. You buffer yourself a new set of eyes. Smaller than the others, but not by much. You can't move them, any more than you could move your horns. By the time you hear the car return, the other gargoyle is shining them up a bit.

"Actually, you do look better with eyes." He says.

"I thought so." You say, patting him on the upper arm. You meant for the shoulder, but close enough.

The father enters the church. "You two can come down if you like! Sisters are all asleep!"

>>14293972

Oh and other than your eyes you're whole. You took a shot to the shoulder a while back but that feels fine.

Perhaps you should attempt to practice walking on your road to recovery, but keep an ear out for the father, can't have him getting in trouble while you are tromping around up there

>>14294044

You start walking, haltingly, with your arms out.

"Oh, do you need my help?" The other gargoyle asks.

"No, just warn me if I'm about to walk somewhere dangerous." You say, standing still for a moment.

You walk haltingly, but soon find how to balance without sight. You even stand on one leg for a few seconds at a time.

Eventually, you touch the edge of the church, and hear a thumping sound from behind you. "Hey," You say to the other gargoyle. "Weren't you watching?"

"What?" The other gargoyle says, getting up from the ground. "No, I was trying to walk without seeing too."

"This isn't a game!" You shout, angry. "I could've died!"

"I'm sorry. I got kind of bored and you were doing fine so..." He says, obviously hurt.

Heh.. Either way, how much do I remember of this rooftop? Perhaps the knowledge of the rooftop could help in finding one's way around, along with this new practice. Otherwise, as my wing was patched, can I remember any way as to repair my vision, or, to all of the knowledge available, is it gone?

>>14294103

You are a bit short-minded. Your years before this one were spent seeing much but learning little beside basic math, reading and writing, and the wondrous stories of the silver screen. You never had to repair yourself before. But whereas your wing was merely damaged, your eyes were both destroyed.

You pace off the roof, and can recognize where each of the edges are, as well as the other ornaments in them. You find climbing on those small objects is not nearly as difficult as walking, but still a bit slower.

You have learned to use your sixth sense.

>>14294137

We should tell the Father about the missing gargoyles, and ask what happened.

We should learn how eyes work, so that we can better understand how to make cold stone see.

We should learn the history of ourselves, so tat we can know our origins properly, and thus learn how we were created.

We should learn how to hide our thoughts, so that no evil man can see them again.

If it is all we can do without sight, then we must think.. Perhaps experimentation may be in order? How did you repair the wing? Perhaps you should attempt to do the same thing, with the new, stone eyes

Else, attempt to tap on the ground with your toe, listen to the way it sounds, and try to see if you cant make out other objects from the way it echoes

rolled 33 = 33

Rolling for echolocation? We could go from batman to daredevil

>>14294173

You know why the gargoyles are missing. Because Jerry and the other hit each other, then hit the ground. They are dead. Even without eyes, you can still see Jerry's head detached from his crumbled form, his mouth open and catching the rain like a bowl. He, the one who died, and the one who lives were the only others on this roof.

(more on this in part 1: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14084032/ )

You do not know how eyes work, and you cannot read now that you are blind. You would need to ask the Father to find out for you.

Your history is splotchy, as you lived and one day became another. This would also be easiest with the magic of reading, a magic you wish you had used more often when you could. Once again, the Father could help you.

(What you know is in part 3: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14129223/#14131875 )

You do not know how to hide your thoughts. It is something to puzzle over.

Perhaps to hide the thoughts from one's enemy is to hide them from one's self! Imagine, thing back and try to remember scenes from movies, perhaps if you do so, your thoughts will be covered, because the other will be picking up on the movies, rather than valuable information

>>14294272

You know he could see things you weren't even thinking about. Troubling.

>>14294206

You know your wing fixed itself after you smoothed over the stone. Your eye showed no such progress. You could experiment with these new ones if you wish.

You tap your toe on the stone roof, feeling the vibrations. You can hear right where it comes from. You throw a small pebble on the roof, and hear it impact, softly. You can tell where it hit, but nothing around it. Maybe you could use this to approximate distance?

You do this a few more times, noting that your aim is now awful. You didn't expect much though. You find your balance is much better, but you're not going to avoid grabbing a support if you can.

"Do you want to go downstairs?" The other gargoyle asks, from the stairwell. "I've never been in the church."

Nod to him. ".. But this time, actually WATCH ME, before I end up falling headfirst down the stairs." Make note to ask the Father for something like a good stick, as you are not always going to have your buddy around, and it would be nice to be able to test where you are going before you go there.

>>14294413

"Yes. But before we go down you need a name. How about Hugh?"

>>14294464

As in St. Hugh, patron saint of the sick and the bishop responsible for the first Gothic-style church (gargoyles and all) in England.

>>14294432

You nod in his general direction. ".. But this time, actually WATCH ME, before I end up falling headfirst down the stairs."

"Got it. I'll walk in front of you." He says.

He actually does pay attention this time, telling you when the steps end, and catching you when you stumble. You eventually feel the soft carpet of the chapel beneath your feet.

"It's a lot bigger down here." The other gargoyle says.

"Gabriel and..." O'Malley trails off. "Have to think of a name for you, son."

"Why?" The other gargoyle asks curiously.

"Are you doing alright, Gabriel?"

"I think I could use a stick. Like the man in the film you showed a while back. Perhaps it would not need to have a sword in it, though." You say, remembering the daring stunts of the blind masseur-swordsman.

"Zatoichi? Yes, I think a cane would do you some good. Obviously not one as big as Sister Tracy's." He says, walking over to you and gently patting you on the arm.

>>14294464

"What would I need a name for?" The other gargoyle asks.

"So I have something to call you, lad, besides a bunch of pronouns." O'Malley takes advantage of your fellow's confusion to stick a name in. "Hugh seems appropriate, after St. Hugh. You've been helping Gabriel so kindly." O'Malley says to the other gargoyle.

"Mostly." You say gruffly.

Hugh laughs a bit uncomfortably.

The father comes back after a buzzing noice from further off in the church with a short wooden stick. "I shaved this down a bit," He says.

You tap the stick against a few things within arm's reach, including Hugh.

"Oh no, it's th teaching stick again." He says.

You feel a bit more capable now.

"Just practice with that, but mind the pews. Don't want them getting anymore dented then-" You hear the sound of Hugh scrambling up onto one.

"What's a pew?" Hugh asks.

"Never mind."

I guess we'll end it here, brothers. Join us next time for...

Hey! Who Turned the Lights Out?

or

I Hope They Print Law Books in Braille

G'night everybody.

>>14294668
Wait, no! When will the next one be? :V

>>14294682

Fuck, you're right!

On monday or something after the 21:00 mark has passed and the quests are out.

>>14294711
Cool. May we continue being an agent of justice!