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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[uberboned]

[Gabriel shoots her a deadpan look] And 'they' isn't the Gestapo, right? Work with me here, Raphael. I was not told any of this- again.

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[expunger]

Rei and Castiel. The fools think they can keep him without consequence. Do they think Lucifer will show my patience and understanding?

[...Okay, okay. No point in taking this out on Gabriel, it isn't his fault. She calms herself down forcibly.]

There's a reason you weren't told.

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[uberboned]

And aside from "It's status quo," I don't care what the reason was. Michael boned up, Castiel and Rei are helping his sorry ass, and when Lucifer finds out, the Temple of Heaven's gonna be a pile of really fancy cinderblocks.

Did I get everything? [Gabriel's surprisingly observant when he wants to be. Go him.]

[expunger]

Yes.

I had to find out what happened from Castiel. Michael told nobody his plans.

[Meaning, if you extrapolate (for the kids at home), that Raphael only knew he was in a fight at all is because she was basically stalking him. Closely enough to notice the spike in power, at least.]

[uberboned]

Awww. He really is related to us. And here I thought he was too militant to be that brain-damaged.

[expunger]

As did I. He might have responded to what happened to me.

[This is clearly all Raphael's fault. Not that she really believes that Michael would do something that braindead over her, but it might have played a part and that makes this all her fault.]

[uberboned]

And... what happened to you?

[expunger]

The Leviathan.

[A slight adjustment of stance and different lineface that, in the original Klingon, would be read as sheepish. Yeah, she did a dumb thing.]

[uberboned]

Well, no shit. [He raises an eyebrow.] Is this a back home "look what happens when you're dead, Gabe" thing?

[expunger]

[She has very little idae of what you mean, bro.]

It is what happens when I walk into a Leviathan's house without know what it is.

[uberboned]

I mean, did it happen here or back home, Raphael. Last I checked, you were in on the whole Purgatory spiel.

prayer | sunday afternoon

[paterelohim]

So... I was going to troll you with something, but I wasted a really good Simpsons reference on Michael earlier and honestly, I can't think of anything. I'm tapped out.

[expunger]

Here. Though I do give them some credit for my murder.

[uberboned]

[DEAD EYES STARE.] I really am the only sane man in this family.

[uberboned]

That's terrible. Hang up and try again.

[paterelohim]

Hey, screw you, I got you honesty for Father's Day. Not even Cas gets that.

[uberboned]

It's not even hard to lie to Castiel. That's being cheap.

[paterelohim]

So? It was still funny. At one point he wound up informing me about how candy doesn't evolve. He was pretty serious about it.

[uberboned]

Did you follow it up with "then how do Cadbury eggs grow into marshmallow peeps?"

[expunger]

[DEAD EYES RIGHT BACK ATCHA.]

I did not know what he was.

[uberboned]

He probably still smells like taint and evil, Raphael.

[paterelohim]

Nah, I confused him about Reese's for breakfast.

Can you just come over? I feel really stupid praying at my ceiling.

[text] | ADS | Forward dated to about 7PM

[ofthursday]

I've returned. I'm alright, and I remember everything.

I'll speak with everyone more in a few hours.

[Voice]

[uberboned]

I knew you'd be back.

[And then he goes CLICK. He'll wait until Rei gets through with him before he makes demands.]

[Video]

[ofthursday]

[You're the best brother, Gabriel.

It's a few hours later before Castiel responds, bothering to use video instead of texting this time.]

I presume you were all alright in my absence.

[In other words no one's dead, right?]