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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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[And Gabriel's getting his Being-a-Snarky-Bitch quota in.]

I told you. We should've just gotten a chore wheel like other families.

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

What's done is done, brother. What we can affect is the future.

Being afraid of it accomplishes nothing, but demonstrating a lack of faith.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. You're not dragging me back home. You'll have to take me back over my dead body.

[OH THANK GOD, MICHAEL CAN'T SEE HIM CRINGE.]

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

We can get you another body. [That's the sound of Michael apparently being completely unfazed.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I like this one.

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

Then don't do something stupid that's going to end in you losing it.

[SIGH.] Gabriel, I don't wish to bring you back as a prisoner. I wish you to walk back, as my brother. There will be no chains upon you. You won't be thrown in a cell and unable to return to Earth, or whatever it is you expect.

Believe me - though you won't - I understand your position, and I can even sympathize with why you left, but your petulance and this... cowardice that keeps you running aground? Means only one thing.

You've lost faith in His will. And what is lost can be found again. Give us that chance.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[And you have broken your little brother, Michael. GOOD JOB.

He's really quiet for a long time before he finally speaks, EVERY OUNCE OF CONTROL HE HAS going into making himself sound like he doesn't give a rat's ass.]

Well. Glad you got that off your chest, Mike. Was it good for you?

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

If lip is all you have to give me now - to give Him now...

I truly sorrow for you.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

That and a nickel'll get you a cup of coffee, Michael. We done?

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

We're never done, Gabriel.

Ours is eternal.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Don't forget to write.

[viceroyofheaven.livejournal.com]

I'll do better. I'll pray for you.