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]

Until she started getting visions of angels and telekinesis. She was full human, with the barest traces of Grace. What you're saying about Chuck would've sent off warning bells from here to a tiny telephone in Shedd, Oregon.

[Gabriel massages his temples.] I dunno. A secret love of furry porn? You don't get it- we would know. Dead languages and... Things that could just be explained by the damn city don't mean anything.

[Oh now you've done it.] What dream?

[magnetic_magpie]

A dream he had about a year ago.

[DODGE. DODGE.]

This isn't explained just by the city Gabriel. There's something just not right about this.

[uberboned]

Oh, that explains everything. [ACTUAL WORST RN.]

Right. Something that four archangels haven't noticed. 'Cause that makes sense.

[magnetic_magpie]

Last October Gabriel. After the nurses threw both him and I out. When that telepath was pulling others into other people's dreams.

[After Jinx miscarried. Do you really want details Gabriel?]

You weren't looking were you? And after he trapped Lucifer in Holy Fire -

[He can't quite keep the 'THE FUCK' look off his face over that one, still.]

he avoided him, Michael had his hands pretty full, add in the angel proofing and would you notice?

[uberboned]

[Gabriel promptly shuts up about that.] But I'm always around him. I don't just...

[Except he does. He doesn't dig. He doesn't pry. He doesn't care. If Chuck's meant to be a prophet, then why bother paying too much attention to it and Chuck's never done anything weird around him. It was always easy to ignore or brush off.

He stands there stricken for a second and then shakes his head, slipping back into a flippant mask.] I think I'm gonna go now. Good luck with your conspiracy, though.

[magnetic_magpie]

[Oh thank someone. He may want to see if he can leave bruises on Gabriel but that's a level of causing pain he doesn't want to do.

Not that he doesn't note the look.]

I've said my piece. Just-

Keep an eye on him, all right?

[It was said flat, like he meant it as statement, but tense enough to be something close to a plea.]