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[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]

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That goes without saying. [Lucifer takes another step, well within Gabriel's personal bubble] Now tell me what happened.

[Gabriel still hasn't let go of Lucifer's jacket so he just looks pathetically small right now- it's a good example of how he feels too.] You haven't met Voids yet- leave it to this place's freaky gimmicks to throw you at assholes who can make you practically human just by being near them. And once that happens... Your fair game. You're not top of the food chain anymore. [He lets go of Lucifer's jacket and moves away.] I was an idiot. I messed with the wrong jackass. And let's just say I don't recommend the vivisection.

[Lucifer isn't afraid of anything they might do to him; this isn't his body, and pain receptors don't really register to him the way Gabriel's vessels do after so many years. But the Voids, and being rendered powerless--that's concerning.]

And what is a Void, Gabriel? Who sent them for you?

They're people who deal with people like us. Why d'you think this place can keep standing when there's so many of us- angels, demons, monsters, Gods. It's because they trump all of it. Big time.

[He looks away again.] No one sent them. I got cocky and I screwed up.

[Lucifer stubbornly grabs him, so they're both holding one another's jackets]

And if you don't tell me what happened, I won't know what to avoid.

[Definition of functionality, these two. Gabriel doesn't want to talk about it- not now, not ever. That much is clear on his face, but when Lucifer demands something... There's only so many vague, smart-ass responses you can make before you have to tell some of the story.]

These two companies everyone's always talking about? Are full of jackasses. I wanted to hit 'em. I followed a scent-trail to some guy who worked for one of 'em, supposedly working on something to keep people from ending up helpless if the Core goes nutty and zaps everyone's powers. I figured I could get a two-for-one deal, if he was legit. Turns out? He wasn't. I got caught, hauled in, and got to experience first hand what a high school Biology lesson feels like. I got out, got the guy back, and I've been a lot more careful since. End of story. Okay?

Which company was that?

[As much blame as Satan gets for corporate evil, he actually pays very little attention to business. So he lets Gabriel go and paces a few steps, thinking.]

Now, when you say you were caught, don't you mean he lured you there? A false promise, an easy catch...that sounds like a trap.

SERO, and I doubt I was the actual target. The bastard's candy van would've taken any schmuck dumb enough to fall for it. [Gabriel hisses.] Stop getting ideas.

Yes. I suppose they would have.

[He looks at Gabriel finally; yeah Lucifer already has an idea. Of course he does.]

[Gabriel's nostrils flare. He could be a dead-ringer for Sam if he kept that up.] Stop. Getting. Ideas. ...This is why I don't tell you anything.

[And yet, it's distracting him from his current issue... By giving him something else to be stressed over.

And fuck you too, Lucifer.]

If you hadn't told me, do you really think I wouldn't have found SERO eventually? This way, I know what to expect.

[He crosses the distance between them and stops close to Gabriel.]

I'm not going to run off and take them on, Gabriel, don't be stupid.

[Do not throw your brother off the roof. Whatever you do, DO NOT throw your brother off the roof.]

I was kinda hoping you'd let the fools these mortals be... Be, and just ignore the assclowns. My mistake.

[He narrows his eyes.] Whatever, but, uh... If you get caught, Jinx is the only person who can get in and out of a facility without screwing the pooch big time. Just keep that in mind, bro.

[Lucifer scoffs.] Well, I'd rather let them poke around in Nick's innards than have to look at your pet, so it's a good thing I'm comfortable with torture isn't it?

[He came here to comfort you, Gabriel. Really. He did.]

[Gabriel almost smiles. Halfway. It's more of a grimace, but it's the best thing you're getting out of him when Jinx could be dying down there and it makes it perfectly clear that what he says next is meant to be a sad ghost of a joke.] You have no idea how bad I want to drop kick you off this roof right now.

Well, if you really want to lose a leg....

Not tonight. I think I've hit my loss quota. [With that bitter statement, the reality set back in and he turned to head back inside.] Just watch your back, Lucy.

[Lucifer wants to take Gabriel away--to distract him, to make him laugh, to remind him (or perhaps himself) of the fun they'd once had. He realizes he's even taken a step and reached for him, and abruptly stops himself.]

The only people who are in a position to stab me in the back already have. I'll be fine, Gabriel.

[Gabriel hisses a breath, but doesn't turn around. Yeah. Drive that guilt in deeper. He pauses, thinking maybe he should say something else, maybe point out that Lucifer was right... That maybe he should have done something before this got out of hand... Before he and Jinx got so attached... Before an abomination in the eyes of many became something they made plans about. Something they named...

But he doesn't. All he does is shake his head and walk back inside.]

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