029- (Voice) HIS BARGE TROLL CROWN IS BEING COMPROMISED. GTFO.

[uberboned]

Okay! So, uh... What now? Huh? The Admiral's just decided to stop announcing his bad driving? Like we're not gonna notice when this crap goes pearshaped? Seriously? Oh hey! Raise your hand if you think something's gone wrong with the Barge. Oh wait.

And if one more person says it's temporal interference, I will punt them.

Why do I have a feeling this is just gonna somehow end in blood and tears? Oh right. Because it's the Barge. That's how it always ends with this place. Hate to break it to you, newbies, but you just tapped into the Good Ship Unclaimed Baggage. Get out while you can.

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This is Murphy, being scared shitless and hiding it. :| Like she do.

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

This mortal? Is telling you to back off.

[Private]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

...Don't help me.

[Private]

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

Like you didn't help me? Sorry, Gabriel, two way street. And you're not the only one who doesn't like seeing people take advantage.

[Private]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I'm not being taken advantage of! My brother just... Sounds like John Cusack and probably wants to kill me. That's... Kinda normal.

[Private]

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

You're scared of him, and he's milking it.

[Private]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Hey! You can't prove that. If I was scared, you'd think there'd be a lot more cowering and a little less snark. Huh?

[Except she knows your kind, Gabriel. Snark is a defense mechanism. >.>]

[Private]

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

You told him you ran away.

[Private]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Well, it was kinda obvious, I haven't been lost in Milwaukee for two thousand years, princess.

[Private]

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

What did I say about calling me princess?

I don't care who you are, I don't care why you're here--he's trying to intimidate you and that's not all right with me. Okay?

[Private]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

That it was the best pet name you've ever heard?

Fine. But if he fries you through the network? I'm not holding your hand when the Admiral drags you back to life.

[Private]

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

No.

Well. Like you said. I'll live.

Awwww.

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

This doesn't involve you. And before you even attempt to refute that by claiming a connection to him that makes it your business as well, believe me: whatever he has told you, shown you, or otherwise revealed about himself is only a fraction of a fraction of the truth.

There are more forces at play here than you could possibly comprehend.

But if you're inclined to pretend to teach astrophysics when you've never so much as taken a math class, feel free. I'll finish talking to him when you run out of steam.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[FML.]

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to refute it. I don't know you, and I barely know him.

What I comprehend? Is that he doesn't want to talk to you. And I'm still telling you to back off.

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

Whether he wants to talk to me, or prefers to behave like an overgrown child, isn't something I have the luxury of caring about.

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

From what I've seen, he prefers to behave like an overgrown child.

Fortunately he's got plenty of babysitters here, so you can head back to heaven and leave the rest to us.

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

He has his moments.

Daycare's not really where he belongs right now. We're taking him home.

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

You're taking him nowhere he doesn't want to go.

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

Is this the part where you say I have to go through you to get to him?

Because I should warn you, our grasp on molecular structure being as nuanced as it is, that's quite literally possible. I can't promise it would be really comfortable for you, however.

[whateverthemess.livejournal.com]

I'm used to the idea of things being able to tear through me without a whole lot of effort.

But yeah. For what it's worth, you will.

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

Your dramatics are a little lost on me.

I won't waste any more time arguing with you. If you have goodbyes to say to him, you might want to do them now.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

No. NO. Screw that noise. I am not friggin' going back.

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

You're gonna sit there and tell me you don't miss Heaven, Gabriel?

I know better.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[SHUT UP, MICHAEL. YOU ASS.]

I miss Heaven the way it was. Y'know, you move some of the furniture around and, oh yeah, throw half the family to Perdition, you kinda don't recognize the place anymore.

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

[Look, he has to meet his Being-A-Dick quota for the day, mmk?]

You can't fault us for reacting to the choices they made, Gabriel. They were just that: their choices.

If you'd prefer we throw out all consequence from here on out, I'm sure we'd all be happy to step aside and let you try to handle a world where no prices are paid.