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.]]

Comments

[ofthursday]

He does talk a great deal.

[He'd been super annoying to work with for that reason. Though that reminds Castiel...]

I don't have a hellhound for you, but I do need some honey.

[uberboned]

Uhhh... Why?

[It doesn't really matter, but if he has to be the town's honey dealer, he likes to know where it's going.]

[ofthursday]

Sam has been using it in his tea.

[And considering Gabriel's hackjob sigils on Sam's ribs, Castiel assumes the archangel can understand why Sam needs it.]

[uberboned]

[Gabriel hums a little, pacing the length of the room, like hearing it's Sam who needs a favor- again- is music to his ears.] And how is our little walking trauma patient?

[ofthursday]

[Castiel rolls his eyes, stepping to sit up on the back of Gabriel's stone couch, letting Pedro slither up his sleeve when the snake wanders over. It's cold out, after all.]

Better, because of you, but he's still unwell.

[uberboned]

You're welcome, by the way. [Hackjob sigils or not, he still did it. It's not like he owes the Winchesters anything.

He flops down on the nearest chair.] Problem with joining Team Humanity at the eleventh hour is people expect you to put your money where your mouth is when you live. Shocker.

[ofthursday]

You needn't tell me. I have had this occur several times.

[The whole 'oops you're alive' thing, he means. There's no escaping helping out. But, off the topic of Winchesters....]

Inias is here.

[Video--Private]

[ofthursday]

[Hey bro it's your favorite bro again, looking far more distressed than last time they spoke, even though he's carefully attempting to control it. There are no pleasantries, just jumping right to the reason for calling.]

Naomi is here.

[uberboned]

I saw 'em. Great kid. Still a little green, but eh, he'll learn. [Gabriel shrugs. Baby angels- what can you do?]

[uberboned]

[Gabriel looks a little green, himself.]

I noticed.

[ofthursday]

Can I-

[He's not sure why he's asking, since he invites himself over to Gabriel's place all the time, but he's all mixed up. He really needs to talk to Gabriel in person, though.]

[uberboned]

Door's open.

[ofthursday]

[He appears half a minute later, still controlled for the moment, but it obviously won't last long; he seems to be trying for a second or so to sort out what to tell Gabriel, and how, but then it all just rushes out at the same time.]

She's here, and I can deal with that, but Crowley is threatening to incite her to act against Inias and if she won't Crowley will; I told Inias what happened because I couldn't let one of them tell him first, and he is distraught, and Crowley wants me to agree to some deal to do whatever he asks and to tell no one or they'll act and telling you is clearly a violation of that but making deals is what caused so many problems before, but I-

[And he stops, swallowing, eyes a little wide; he's still trying to hold it all together, and it's clearly not working.]

I don't know what to do.

[ofthursday]

He'll catch on quickly.

[Inias is a little naive, and more than a little too gentle to really be a soldier, but he's smart. Castiel is sure he'll be alright, especially with Castiel and Gabriel here; he likely won't stay past the week anyway.]

I believe he's afraid of you, however.

[uberboned]

He'll get over that. Or he'll make me look better in front of everyone, which is a win-win situation for me.

[ofthursday]

I'm not certain there's any making you look better.

[Castiel is resigned to not having any rep at this point, and Gabriel should join him in reality.]

[uberboned]

Whoa, whoa. Slow down. [Gabriel jumps to his feet and holds up his hands.] Geez, the chick's here for five minutes and she causes more problems than Hitler in an art gallery. Sounds like Naomi.

[He lowers his hands.] You want me to talk to Crowley? My track record's better and you two are exactly the kind of unholy union this family doesn't need.

[ofthursday]

[Right. Slow down, calm down, get a grip. He nods, though he still looks stricken, but at the suggestion he shakes his head instantly.]

You can't. Crowley-

[And he stops again, breathes, and focuses. A moment later and he pulls out his PCD, then hands it to Gabriel so he can just read the conversation. It'll be easier than trying to explain.]

[uberboned]

[Gabriel screws up his face. He can think of why Crowley needs angel feathers. Unfortunately, that was also not supposed to be something he BLABS. Then again, if Crowley's playing hardball, it doesn't matter. He's no snitch, but family comes first.

He shoves the PCD back at Castiel. Having friends who want to kill your family is so hard. ] You wanna know why he needs the damn feathers?

[ofthursday]

At this point it hardly matters, but yes.

[He might as well know what's going on behind the scenes.]

[uberboned]

He's trying to tear a hole in this world to get home. [It matters because he is probably going to get himself and everyone else murdered.]

[ofthursday]

[Castiel just stares at that for a moment, because of course. Crowley is an idiot, and in a moment all of Castiel's stress and fear redirects to anger.]

He is obsessed with proving that he knows more about opening a portal out of here than I do. This is a competition and that's all, and he's going to get everyone killed doing it.

[It's stupid and Castiel is so angry and he knows it's completely out of proportion, but this is all over Crowley's ego and Crowley knows better.]

[uberboned]

I told 'em that, but y'know. Playground logic.

[Gabriel shrugs.] What can you do? If you tell 'em no, he'll get what he wants, one way or another. If we say yes, we're an accessory to murdering half the damn town. [He holds his hands like scales, weighing the options.] Rock, meet hard place.

[ofthursday]

If he can manage it without help.

[Castiel tends to yo-yo between overconfidence and no confidence at all, but despite his anger, he's looking at this situation now logically.]

I found most of the way into Purgatory, not him. I'm the one adept at dimensional travel, and while he has information on the ritual I used, if he's trying to create a new one I don't know if he can manage it.

And even if he can, he isn't working on the issue of the Animus.

[Which is what Castiel had been trying to get him to focus on before, to no avail. But that might work out in their favor.]

[uberboned]

It's Crowley. He'll damn well try.

[Because Crowley's fatal flaw is his pride. Gabriel's got cowardice. Castiel's got heart. And meanwhile, Crowley spends so much time hating Lucifer that he doesn't realize that he's just like him. He'll find some way to do it without Castiel or he'll find a way to coerce him.]

He'll find a way. Or he'll start killing everyone you like until you break down. Toss-up.