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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[ofthursday]

Of course.

[He knows he's asking a lot and this is an area neither of them are really familiar with, and he's entirely willing to wait a bit longer if it means being careful. He doesn't want his head and more messed up than it already is.]

I... Thank you.

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[uberboned]

[Gabriel did the big redemption thing. It didn't take very well, so doing something that might actually fix something he personally screwed up, even if he was a minor accomplice in it would probably do worlds of good for his karma. If he cared about that, anyway.

Maybe it will at least keep him from jumping out of his skin every time Castiel mentions it.]

Thank me if I get it done.

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[ofthursday]

Alright.

[He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, a little agitated, suddenly slightly anxious about the entire thing. At the same time, though, he's determined, and really does appreciate that Gabriel's agreed to help.]

Is there anything I should do to assist preparing?

[Does he need to answer any questions about what he does remember, or do research, or anything else to actually be useful in this?]

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[uberboned]

Nah. I just gotta get in the right headspace for it. That's been millenniums ago. And we never really planned on fixing it. [And hopefully he won't break his brother further in doing it.]

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[ofthursday]

Alright.

[He's not entirely sure what headspace that is or if it's a really bad pun, but he'll trust Gabriel on this. He's already decided to trust him with poking around in his head, so word choice is really not a big deal.

Again he fidgets a little, before beginning to drift awkwardly toward the door.]

I will just... Let me know when you are ready.