...Fate was a funny thing.
Having spent so long being his own master in life, aside from his duties as a Voidwalker, Gabriel had never thought so much to think he was "destined" to do anything. That him doing something was predetermined from long ago before he was even born. No, Gabriel was more a man who believed in freedom. Freedom and choice. Yet today was proving to be a very different day, where Gabriel was starting to believe that some encounters did not happen by chance.
It was the rare occasion he actually took a contract to find and bring someone in alive. In this case, a Pirate who had managed to get herself into more trouble than she bargained for, and found herself stranded away from her ship. Oceana, as she was known, was deceptively skillful on land and in many ways. Even after Gabriel had managed to get her away from a water source (which in itself was a difficult task, involving using his ability to freeze what water was available before she could get to it) and chase her into a small set of abandoned slums consisting of little more than broken wooden houses and dirt roads and alleys, she still evaded him, A Voidwalker. A task that was by no means a small feat.
Gabriel still knew his work was cut out for him, especially since he had elected to not attempt to take the woman to the knights...No, his mind had something else. He had looked into her eyes, and seen a look that he knew all too well, both from his own experience and from the times he had seen it in so many others. If Gabriel's guess was correct, It was a look of suffering rage. A look of someone whose dark feelings had taken hold of them and drove them to madness. A look of a person so consumed by something they could no longer let go of it, for if they tried it would torture and haunt them. That woman, Oceana, was consumed by her darkness, but not lost: Gabriel had seen truly dark beings, and though both did horrible things, there was always redemption if one sought it. Sometimes, however, one simply needed a path. A path that, while not easy, was one that could bring peace. Gabriel knew that this was just speculation, perhaps even false hope, but he at least owed it to the woman to try and help her.
Gabriel, clad in his ancient yet regal armor, took slow and deliberate steps down the dirt street, various abandoned buildings surrounding him, any of which the woman could have been hiding in. All of which he would check to find her, for although she could run temporarily, she could not hide from the Voidwalker.
As he took steps down the street, his senses remained alert for an ambush, as he called into the air, well aware that she would be able to hear him no matter where she was in such a run down area.
"...You cannot run forever, My lady. I have seen it in your eyes: what you run from now is not me, but yourself. Your darkness plagues you, torments you as you are unable to let it go. No good would do to bring you to the bounty hunters, but I also cannot let you simply walk away to do more harm. Stand before me, and let us talk. No more swords. No more magic, simply words. That is all that is needed."
