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

[uberboned]

Like that beach you like? [He's more than willing to get somewhere away from the street and prying eyes and he's actually getting tired hauling Lucifer's drunk ass around.]

[thelightbringer]

[He smiles blissfully.] How'd you know?

[uberboned]

I pay attention. [He focuses on flying out to the area, hauling Lucifer with him, because he doesn't trust that Lucifer'll end up in the right place in his condition. Once there, he deposits Lucifer on the ground and flops down beside him.] You should get a little condo or something- stick it right over there.

[thelightbringer]

[He laughs, lying beside Gabriel, delighted to be back near the ocean.]

We should. Maybe when we make peace with the little siblings we'll have them over.

Do you ever see them?

[uberboned]

[Gabriel stares out at the ocean. You'd almost think there wasn't some creepy force out there that would kill you if you tried to fly out across it.] Castiel and Anna? Every now and then. Anna's got a beau- well, she ought to have a beau if she knows what's good for her ginger ass. And Castiel's still glued to the Winchesters.

[thelightbringer]

I haven't seen Castiel in a while. When I met him at home after the war, I couldn't even recognize him....

What are they like?

[uberboned]

Different. But who isn't? [That's the easiest way he can explain it to... Drunkifer.]

[thelightbringer]

Castiel got stronger.

[He'd seen the younger angel a handful of times in Heaven, then poof, the next he saw him was in a dirty raincoat. But he'd been a soldier by then, one of Michael's without a doubt: almost emotionless.]

I wish he was more like you. Or me. He's kinda like me already, you know?