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

[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.

[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.

[expunger]

[DEAD EYES RIGHT BACK ATCHA.]

I did not know what he was.

[uberboned]

He probably still smells like taint and evil, Raphael.