uberboned | IC CONTACT POST

[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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From:

thelightbringer

Knock yourself out.

[He steps closer still. Close enough to touch Gabriel, or to throw up on him, though fortunately Old Scratch looks like he can hold his liquor down.]

You didn't tell Michael I kicked you out of the family.

From:

uberboned

Michael doesn't exactly scream "come tell me your problems and I'll fix them." And going behind your back when you seem so homicidally focused on murdering me and everyone I know just... Struck me as a bad idea.

From:

thelightbringer

You're learning. [Finally. Lucifer ruffles his hair.]

But I don't want to kill you again. It's just...you don't care about me, or Michael, so I can't let you live if you act up. [There! All better, right? Never mind that Lucifer is once again leaping to extremes. Gabriel loves Jinx most, so he doesn't love Lucifer at all. He only does this with family.]

From:

uberboned

I do care about you and Michael. You just don't wanna share me with the other people I care about. [He's explaining this very slowly, like... Someone might explain nuclear physics to an enraged bear.]

From:

thelightbringer

Wrong. [Finger raised, almost in Gabriel's face. Depth perception while drunk? Nah.]

I don't want you to let me be put in fire, and you don't see any problem with her having done it already. You're the enemy, Gabriel. I trusted you and I--

And if she ever lets someone try it on Michael, I'll tear this whole city down. I just got him to like birds! [He's trying to explain the progress they've made. Their bird is pretty much the pinnacle.] And he doesn't like strippers.

From:

uberboned

[Slooowly backing up.] No one is lighting anyone on fire- you're just jumping to conclusions. All things considered, Lucy, you've been a saint. Buying birds, going to clubs, living the dream- keep doing that and there won't be any problems.

From:

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.]

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

uberboned

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

Wow. You're a creepy drunk.

From:

thelightbringer

I miss you.

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

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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?

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

uberboned

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

From:

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?

From:

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.

From:

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.