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

[thelightbringer]

I didn't buy it. [What is wrong with you.] I Created it. [Which is...huge, for Lucifer. He never Creates anything, certainly never anything living. After all, that would be using knowledge God gave him.]

She's already done it, Gabriel. Take the Oil away and there won't' be any problem. Prove you care about either of us.

[It's a sad little test. He knows Gabriel won't; it's why he's secured his own way of getting the Oil out of her hands.]

[uberboned]

Great. Create a whole flock. [Anything but keep having this conversation right now.]

If I do, she'll just find her way to get more. She's a free spirit- honestly, Lucifer, you'd think you'd be able to relate.

[thelightbringer]

The Oil doesn't sprout up, Gabriel. It's rare. Convince her to leave it alone. I'll even make a deal!

[Lucifer's fresh from Hell. That fire is about the only thing that frightens him. And a frightened Lucifer is a dangerous Lucifer.]

And if she keeps finding it, I'll just have to kill you both. Don't you get it? I can't let her endanger Michael. Or me. And I know you'd fall apart without her, so.... [A shrug that becomes contemplative halfway] You know, in the Pit, I kept wanting to call to you...but I thought they'd see you as a traitor if you reacted. Before the Ellysian, I would never have even considered killing you. I loved you, Gabriel. But I think it's going to get easier the more you make me do it.

[uberboned]

[And all Gabriel can say to any of that is...]

Wow. You're a creepy drunk.

[thelightbringer]

I miss you.

[Really creepy. Also looking just the slightest bit like a kicked puppy.]

[uberboned]

[Way to kick Gabriel in the heart, Lulu.] I'll talk to her. We'll work this out. The town's too small for us to keep bringing the apocalypse to it.

[thelightbringer]

[He nods, too drunk to find any fault in that argument. He slings his arm around Gabriel's shoulders and half-leads, half-leans them both down the sidewalk.]

We're getting a dog.

[uberboned]

[And Gabriel just... Accepts this, because what are you gonna do? Argue with drunk Satan?] Think you mentioned that, but hey! Good for you guys. It'll make your place more homey.

[thelightbringer]

You sound like Sam. [Because Lucifer had harassed the poor man over and over in the bar about it.]

What's your home like?

[uberboned]

Ugh. Please. I could deal with you threatening to kill me, but anything but that.

[He sighs.] Big, roomy... Full of emotionally stunted people. And I think there's a dead body in our panic room.

[thelightbringer]

You know him? [Lucifer nudges him--it turns into a stronger gesture than he meant, thanks to the alcohol.] You get around.

And tell Jinx to stop killing people. It's unhygenic.

[uberboned]

[His steps falter at the nudge.] We're old friends... In the sense that we kinda don't get along and I occasionally kill his brother a few times just to prove a point, but no big deal.

[EYE. ROLL.] Pretty sure it came with the building.

[thelightbringer]

Not that Sam. [He'll see your eyeroll with one of his own.] Once they're hooked on one thing or another they're boring. I've got nothing to talk to poor little Sammy Winchester about.

[uberboned]

You've been chattin' with Merlotte? The rough trade AGI bait that Pal Joey and his little pep squad work for? Since when?

[thelightbringer]

A few weeks. [He bumps his head against Gabriel's, accidentally of course but it makes him seem oddly animalistic.] I like him, he's like--a smarter Dean. And he's why I'm drinking tonight. Who's Pal Joey?

[uberboned]

[Gabriel edges away slightly, but is altogether grateful for the contact- more of it, anyway. Who knows when they might be like this again?] Remind me to send him a fruit basket. [He scoffs at the question.] Joe Fieldman. Little silver-haired punk. Sticks his nose in everything.

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer laughs a little.] You should. He's been teaching things. Useful things.

[He tries to place a face to the name but can't.] Tell 'im to keep his nose away from me.

[uberboned]

Like... What? [A beat] So I know what to write on the card.

[Another eyeroll.] Can do.

[thelightbringer]

Like...cooking. And how to go into a burning building. [A lengthy pause.] And other things but you'd just...be ridiculous about.

[uberboned]

In my defense, Lucy, there's nothing not ridiculous about getting into a burning building. Can't be blamed for that one.

[thelightbringer]

It wasn't holy fire, and he would've burned his paws off. [Yup. That is his haughty excuse for following Sam Merlotte on a rescue mission.]

[uberboned]

I'm sure that sentence was supposed to make sense, but you're drunk, so who knows?

[thelightbringer]

You've never seen him get naked? And turn into something? [And he thought you'd be a better busybody, for shame.]

[uberboned]

Oh. That. [A beat.] ...Nope.

[thelightbringer]

Gabriel. Why do you like naked human bodies? What is it that appeals to you? I thought maybe you just liked gods--maybe you didn't care how filthy they are--but now you live with one. And I can safely say she's been naked with you.

[Which is disgusting. Less disgusting than Kali, but only barely.]