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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[uberboned]

I KNOW.

[You shout, he shouts. It's not like you can miss an archangel dying in a city this size.]

[servingmichael]

CASTIEL

[Still shouting. Enough that anger is boiling in his tone, but there's something else there, a desperate disbelief.]

[uberboned]

I love how you guys warned me about this, but did anyone think to warn Michael? No. Of course not. 'Cause Michael never does anything stupid.

[servingmichael]

[How well does guilt carry in tone?]

Michael was the one who yelled at me about him.

[And got involved over Raphael.]

[uberboned]

I realize we just suffered a grievous blow to our family tree again, but... he'll probably be back in a few days and if he isn't, I reserve the right to feel about this, but lemme just say this much...

Who was the one who didn't do anything brash and macho?

Who was the one everyone dogpiled 'cause he's the baby of the family?

You're both hypocrites and you should feel bad.

[servingmichael]

You think I don't?

What happens to someone who dies here?

[uberboned]

They come back, usually. Just show up at the baseball diamond again, a little shaken, but mostly okay.]

[servingmichael]

Do they go home or do they just come back here?

[uberboned]

It varies. I dunno. I've never died here.

[servingmichael]

Anyway to tell?

[A long pause.]

Can you go take care of his dog?

[uberboned]

...Why?

[servingmichael]

Because I can't.

[uberboned]

Which implies you're doing something stupid.

Are you doing something stupid, Raphael?

[servingmichael]

No.


I might have done something careless though.

[uberboned]

Elaborate better.

[servingmichael]

No. I'll be all right. Just take care of the dog for a bit.

[Guess who is also doing everything he can to conceal his presence too?]

[uberboned]

Raphael...

[servingmichael]

Gabriel how about you let this go, do what I ask, and later mock me for it?

[uberboned]

Okay, but if you die before I can point and laugh, I'm gonna be pissed.

[servingmichael]

I'm not going to die Gabriel.

[He hopes so, anyway.]