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

[expunger]

[She is, on the outside, completely still and calm, moving very little but her eyes flickering over him, taking in his tableau of injuries. How surprising. He went somewhere with Lucifer, and came back hurt.]

You require healing.

[Bully for him. Too bad she's useless to help.]

[uberboned]

I can heal fine on my own. [Which is Gabriel for "please don't touch me with your hell-taint and make me feel guilty you took a bullet for me and I sucked at being nice about it, so you had to throw the bullet back at me."] It's just a few scrapes.

[expunger]

They're your own fault for going with such a small group, under Lucifer.

[uberboned]

For the record, Lucifer was surprisingly decent about the whole thing. He didn't even leave the injured behind.

[expunger]

[S t a r e. Absorb the stupidity of what you just said, Gabriel.]

[uberboned]

Well, it's true. [And also sarcastic...]

[expunger]

Going with him at all was incredibly stupid.

[uberboned]

I get it. I make bad choices. Will that be all, my dear sister? Or do you have more judgment I can't possibly live without?