IC CONTACT POST

[uberboned]

[A woman's voice comes over the line.]

You've reached the Trickster's voicemail. Unfortunately, Mr. Trickster isn't available to take your call, nor will he likely ever be. Should you still wish to leave a message, please respond after the tone, and maybe we'll remember to get it to him, mmkay?

[Beep]

[[OOC: This is an IC voicemail post for all verses games. Please put the name of the verse/game you want in the subject heading.]]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Stubborn bastard... Not that Gabriel can talk.] Everyone thinks you're a monster. I was the only one who knew that there had to be more to it. Did you and Aslan ever think for a second that so much could've been prevented if you'd both said something?

[That said, he grabs Lucifer's arm in a consoling gesture] You tried. More than that, bro? You want that. No one has any right to think less of you for that. And for what it's worth... I kinda admire you for having the balls to try. [He pats his brother's shoulder.] It was still stupid though.

[thelightbringer]

Everyone thought I was a monster years ago, Gabriel, you're behind the times.

[But there's no emotion or inflection now, either. The week, the fight with Chuck...dare it be said, Lucifer is down and out and feeling every bit like the kicked puppy he appears to be.]

If I went home today, Michael would try to kill me. Trying wasn't good enough.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

The point is you're trying to be better. In your own twisted little way, you're trying. And right here, right now? Michael's not gonna kill you. Like it or not, bro. This may be the most freedom we get for a long time.

[thelightbringer]

I know. That night the three of us went out, I really did think we had a chance. If I can't persuade him, Gabriel--

[For an exquisitely rare moment, Lucifer is simply Lucifer, without anything but his own vulnerability and the barest flicker of hope that Aslan helped rekindle.

He thinks of Chuck and it snuffs out like an ember in a jar, leaving him cold and distant and hateful.

His last tie to home, his only barometer for whether or not he'll be able to save his own life and his brother's, doesn't believe in him. Hates him, in fact, and wants him to fail.]

...I should go. Your w-- girl is waiting for you anyway.

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

Lucy. [Gabriel's voice softens.] Aslan's gonna come back, Chuck'll get his out of his ass. It's gonna be fine. Don't give up yet. [He lingers for a moment and squeezes his brothers arm.] Seriously. Don't. Or I'll be pissed.

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer stays there, welcoming the contact--something he doesn't do often--and he threads his fingers through Gabriel's hair.]

I don't really care what Chuck does, but if it somehow gets him killed, I hope it's slow and that he dies screaming. If not for Michael, I would have fed him through a meat grinder and handed him out to the city's stray dogs. That's where he stands with me.

...But if you can't seem to write me off yet, who am I to shake off you or Michael...? [A whisper of a smile. You win this round, Gabriel.]

voicemail - 0930 12.20.2011

[magnetic_magpie]

Gabriel. I went a little overboard with Chanukkah cooking. There's fresh doughnuts in the main kitchen it you want them.

[Complete with an attachment of trays of a few dozen doughnuts, in combination of jelly, jam, and curd filled, rolled in sugar, dusted in powered sugar, glazed, and frosted with vanilla or chocolate.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He'll be stuffing his face with stale doughnuts when he gets back from Fake-Milan. Mmm.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[There will be fresh ones made daily til the 28th. Holidays are good for that.]

[Action]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer is about a block from Sam Merlotte's bar. Drunk. Dizzy. Not at all sure how his last attempt at flight didn't work.

But you know what? He's okay with it. Life is more than a little hilarious right now.]

[Action]

[uberboned]

[And here's Gabriel. Walking. Because his Grace is dying a slow death and has to recharge and life sucks for him. AND OH SHIT, IT'S LUCIFER. He should... Probably run. But no, the fraternal sympathy that will always exist within him kicks in and he has to go investigate his extremely drunken brother and make sure he doesn't... Wander into traffic or something.

Fuck his life.

At least when he approaches, he approaches cautiously.] Uh... Lucifer?

[thelightbringer]

[Give him a second. And then when Lucifer sees him he grins and mock-salutes.]

What are you doing here?

[uberboned]

[Obviously, the world is pitying his lack of risk assessment, because... Did that just happen? Excuse him while he stares.]

Not having nearly as good a day as you are.

[thelightbringer]

Of course not. [He takes a few deliberate, uneven steps closer.]

I'm getting a dog. And where have you been?

[uberboned]

I'm pretty sure you put out a restraining order against me, Lucifer. [He's not touching the dog thing.]

[thelightbringer]

Yeah but not when I'm happy.

[uberboned]

Can I quote you on that?

[thelightbringer]

Knock yourself out.

[He steps closer still. Close enough to touch Gabriel, or to throw up on him, though fortunately Old Scratch looks like he can hold his liquor down.]

You didn't tell Michael I kicked you out of the family.

[uberboned]

Michael doesn't exactly scream "come tell me your problems and I'll fix them." And going behind your back when you seem so homicidally focused on murdering me and everyone I know just... Struck me as a bad idea.

[thelightbringer]

You're learning. [Finally. Lucifer ruffles his hair.]

But I don't want to kill you again. It's just...you don't care about me, or Michael, so I can't let you live if you act up. [There! All better, right? Never mind that Lucifer is once again leaping to extremes. Gabriel loves Jinx most, so he doesn't love Lucifer at all. He only does this with family.]

[uberboned]

I do care about you and Michael. You just don't wanna share me with the other people I care about. [He's explaining this very slowly, like... Someone might explain nuclear physics to an enraged bear.]

[thelightbringer]

Wrong. [Finger raised, almost in Gabriel's face. Depth perception while drunk? Nah.]

I don't want you to let me be put in fire, and you don't see any problem with her having done it already. You're the enemy, Gabriel. I trusted you and I--

And if she ever lets someone try it on Michael, I'll tear this whole city down. I just got him to like birds! [He's trying to explain the progress they've made. Their bird is pretty much the pinnacle.] And he doesn't like strippers.

[uberboned]

[Slooowly backing up.] No one is lighting anyone on fire- you're just jumping to conclusions. All things considered, Lucy, you've been a saint. Buying birds, going to clubs, living the dream- keep doing that and there won't be any problems.

[thelightbringer]

I didn't buy it. [What is wrong with you.] I Created it. [Which is...huge, for Lucifer. He never Creates anything, certainly never anything living. After all, that would be using knowledge God gave him.]

She's already done it, Gabriel. Take the Oil away and there won't' be any problem. Prove you care about either of us.

[It's a sad little test. He knows Gabriel won't; it's why he's secured his own way of getting the Oil out of her hands.]

[uberboned]

Great. Create a whole flock. [Anything but keep having this conversation right now.]

If I do, she'll just find her way to get more. She's a free spirit- honestly, Lucifer, you'd think you'd be able to relate.