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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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.]