>>"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.

>>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 feel a bit more capable now.

Previous thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14291551/

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

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?

>>14321822
Chill with Hugh. I remember the Don said that he'd send someone to "check up" on us in a few days, so we might as well enjoy ourselves until then. Perhaps cards or something. If we know what a radio is, then that would be cool as well.

>>14321903

You think of various ways to relax during the time you have. The father brings out an old radio and sets it to play on one of the old jazz stations.

You take a much needed break, reclining on one of the pews.

During the next few hours, you practice walking around on your own, the stick making things quite a bit easier. Hugh chats with the Father, running his mouth about things he's seen off of the roof until the father falls asleep. You wake him before retiring yourself, placing the stick back behind you on the roof before you turn in for the night.

>>14321974
"Goodmorning, Hugh." :3

>>14321990

Hugh makes sure you're not unstably sitting before he turns in himself. You concentrate on your new eyes as you grow tired and fall asleep.

You awaken to darkness once again, and can hear the soft sound of an engine. You hear leather shoes walking across the pavement.

Your ears have grown since you have last slept.

Find our way off our perch and onto the floor of the balcony. Find Hughs, then find a relatively intimidating position for visitors to enter from. Nothing menacing, just surprising.

Ask the father about the other gargoyles that were moved. He, or someone here, must know something about that.

>>14322144

You lower yourself onto the roof, finding your walking stick. You prod Hugh from his perch, and have him help you over to the rafters of the church.

You hear a new voice speaking to the father, a high male voice.

"You seem like a right nice fellow. So, where is this Gabe boy, then?"

"Are you the Don's man? He'll come down when he wakes up."

"Hello? Gabriel? I'm here to make sure you're getting on alright."

"He looks weird." Hugh says to you. "Colorful."

>>14322258
I guess we'll fall down from the rafters and go greet the new guest.

>>14322288

You fall down from the rafters with style, landing a bit harshly.

"Ah!" The new person says, astounded. You guess you landed about fifteen feet away from him. "Oh, I just about had a heart attack."

"I am Gabriel." You say, planting the stick on the ground for support.

"I'm Leon." The voice says. "I had heard you might need a little bit of assistance, if you don't mind my rudeness." He sighs, softly. "The Don sent me over to try and help you see in a less physical sense. I don't know if it will work, I haven't met anyone like you before."

>>14322350
Turn our head up at the source of his voice.

"What do you mean, Leon? I thought that the Don was done with me..."

>>14322350

"Precious few of my kind have have any dealings with humans. What sort of sight doesn't use eyes?"

>>14322179

"Father, about the other gargoyles..." You ask.

"Oh, yes. The day after the accident, some men in trenchcoats came, wrapped the remains up in plastic and were off." The father says. "Didn't seem to me like they were disposing of them."

>>14322390

"What do you mean, Leon? I thought that the Don was done with me..."

"Well, the man may be cruel, but leaving someone completely helpless when you can make up for your cruelty is an admirable trait of his. Maybe. I guess." Leon says uncertainly. "Anyway, you're in luck, because your third eye is perfectly intact! With enough time, it might develop to make up for your missing sight in you physical eyes."

>>14322397

"Precious few of my kind have have any dealings with humans. What sort of sight doesn't use eyes?" You ask.

"Well, remote viewing, sighting auras, that sort of thing." Leon says, yawning a bit. "The FBI picked me up when I was a kid and had me hone the skills. I even helped solve a few missing persons cases. I figure anyone can do it, given enough of the right kind of practice."

Well, it would be cool to have some degree of sight back, but we have to remember where we're taking this from...

A GUARDIAN OF JUSTICE WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING!

That's my vote, anyway. Thank Leon (and, subsequently, the Don) for the offer, but tell him that this is our punishment. Anything we do from here on out is by our own boot-straps.

>>14322532

"Thank you Leon, but I want no handouts from the Don." You say, tapping your stick on the ground for emphasis.

"Aww, well I suppose that's that then." Leon says, making an audible, swishing bow. "The father can reach me if you change your mind." He walks past you, towards the door.

"This is off the record." He says, as he walks just past you. "But I saw a vision last night of a deep, dark cave. Take from that what you will, dear. I hope it's of some help."

He walks out, the church door closing harshly due to a howling wind.

What will you do?

>>14322693
Let's spend the evening with Father. Maybe he has something he needs help with that we can do (blindness aside). Other than that, let's practice more with walking with and without the staff. Also, test out our ears.

>>14322771

"Can I help you, Father?" You ask O'Malley.

"Oh, Gabriel. That's kind of you, but shouldn't I be helping you right now?" O'Malley says.

"If there's something I can do, maybe it would help me." You say.

"Hmm, come to think of it, I suppose the dishes need washing downstairs in the cafeteria." He says. "If you have Hugh spot you, it might go a bit faster."

Hugh glides down. "I can help! What are dishes?"

"We eat off of them." O'Malley says, plainly.

"Why?" Hugh asks.

You make your way down the stairs, having Hugh hold your cane. You walk slowly down the center of the stairs into the basement. He find the sink after you describe what it is, and you wash the dishes, having him put them away. Hugh's vocabulary seems to have gotten better.

You can hear the rumble of the hot water as you turn on the sink, and the delicate squeak of the rag running across the clean plates.

You also hear a less delicate squeak from upstairs. Not a mouse, but some kind of animal.

"You hear that?" You ask Hugh.

"Hear what?" Hugh asks back.

What will you do?

"It came from upstairs," You say, hopping down from the small stool you were standing on, and walking with your hand on one wall towards the stairs.

"Be there in a second!" Hugh says.

You don't wait for him. You walk up the stairs, listening around for the squeaking sound. You think you hear the sound of wing beats as well. It becomes more quiet as you get up the stairs.

>>14323038
We'll keep quiet and keep listening.

Also, we shall soon be THE GOD-DAMNED-BATMAN!

>>14323092

You listen to the small creature's high pitched cries. It flutters around some, landing a few times and starting back into the air in confusion.

"What is that?" You hear the father say, walking into the church form one of the back rooms. "Oh, a bat. How did you get in here..."

He eventually shoos it outside, out the front door.

"Wait a minute." The father says suddenly. "Gabriel, did you hear that bat from downstairs?"

>>14323237
Oh, you clever tripfag, you.

"Yes Father. After Hugh and I finished washing the dishes, I heard its cries."

>>14323245

The father laughs, running over to you and putting his hands under your arms. He attempts to pick you up, straining himself a bit.

"Oh, right." He says, sounding a bit disappointed.

"Gabriel, you wouldn't have heard that if you had some kind of normal hearing. The acoustics downstairs are awful. In fact, sister Tracy is the only other person I can remember hearing something happen up here." He tries to shake you a bit in his exuberance. "Gabriel, if your hearing has improved this much in two days, who knows what it can do?" He pauses for a second. "Come to think of it, your ears have been getting larger."

>>14323281
Have we encountered bats often as a gargoyle? On top of that, have we payed close enough attention to actually realize what they're doing?

"Father, I'm not sure what you're talking about." Feel our ears for dramatic effect. "It is nice to hear, but how will that help me see around?"

Back in 20

>>14323317

You haven't heard of bats.

>>14323324
Then also ask him what a bat is.

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>>14323706

I will, after thirty minutes of being home sans internet my body is so fucking ready.

I'm beat, OP. I'm going to bed. If we do develop hyper-sonic waves, lets try it out on the cathedral balcony (open space), then inside the cathedral (closed space), then, if we can do it safely, flying (quickly moving space). That way, we can eventually learn to move around again without a cane. Insert sprinkles of justice here and there.

>>14323317
>>14323354


"Father, I'm not sure what you're talking about." You tug on your ears, which you realize are now a few inches longer. "It is nice to hear, but how will that help me see around?"

"You don't know what a bat does, do you?" The father says.

"I don't know what a bat IS, father." You say.

"Well, son, bats are small winged mammals that can see around them through releasing a high pitched squeal. The sound bounces off of objects, and lets them find their surroundings. That's not to say they're blind, but they fly about in the dark most times." The Father chuckles. "Maybe if your hearing gets good enough, you can do the same!"

You

>>14323879
>You

You...you...double gargoyle!

>>14323924

lol. That's what I get for not paying attention.

But yeah. I have no idea what that was supposed to be so go right ahead.

You recall that you can make a huge variety of noises thanks to your mutable body. Maybe you can make this sound?

You smile. "This is great news, father. Perhaps I can make the noise as these bats do, and see with sound."

"You could do that?" The father asks.

You let out a high pitch squeak several times, with no result.

"Hmm, this is a bit more complicated then I thought." You say.

Hugh comes back upstairs. "Alright, dishes are put away. Why do you guys look so happy? Did I miss a funny joke?"

bump

>>14323875

lol didn't see this.

Alright, I guess I'll finish this up with one more post.

Father O'Malley rifles through a set of papers he has in the back. "That was a good impression, Gabriel. Do you think you could do that better if you had the chance to listen to the bats again?"

"Sure. Pretty much the only marketable skill we have is doing impressions." Hugh says.

"It was a common passtime." You confess.

"Well, there exists," The father says, pulling out a small piece of paper. "A place called a bat cave, where you could walk amongst the bats."

You shrug. "Sounds like it's worth a shot."

Next game on Wednesday at 21:00