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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[servingfather]

[She opens her beak to say one of the few things she knows so far - in Enochian:] Lay off the candy bars, Gabe.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[WHO THE FUCK IS PRETENTIOUS ENOUGH TO MAKE A PARROT SPEAK ENOCHIAN?

...Oh wait.

Gabriel side-eyes the bird, drums on the windowsill, and then whistles.]

You're an overgrown five-year-old, Mikey. Kudos. You actually make me look lik the responsible adult in this family.

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[servingfather]

[And there's the angel in question, appearing next to the parrot. He looks absolutely serious but his light tone definitely gives him away.]

I don't know what you're talking about, Gabriel. She was supposed to say something else entirely. [No, no she wasn't.]

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[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel snorts and waves a finger at his brother.] Y'know, drunken partying was good for you. Keep this up and I might start thinking you're the cool one.

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[servingfather]

[Grins now as he offers his arm to the parrot which she eagerly climbs on.] I thoroughly enjoyed the drinking but I could have done without the hangover. And here I thought I was already the cool one. [So joking.]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Nope. I'm the cool one. Perks of being the youngest- I'm more down to earth... Literally in some ways.