IC CONTACT POST
Oct. 19th, 2010 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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[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?
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[[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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Date: 2013-10-01 04:09 pm (UTC)I'll try. [He couldn't fix Castiel, but there wasn't a lot there to fix without making him different again. This is something else.
He rolls up the sleeves of his jacket- also for show.] Are you still attached to those sigils on your ribs?
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Date: 2013-10-03 08:30 am (UTC)[You and your dumb sarcasm. There are too many people in his life that thrive off it.]
I can always get the sigils replaced later.
[He eyes Gabriel's sleeves, thoroughly frowning, brow quirked.]
... You're not soul-fisting my gut, are you? Because I was hoping that'd be a one-time deal.
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Date: 2013-10-04 03:50 pm (UTC)So you're golden. [He cracks his knuckles over his head and steps forward into Sam's space.] The nice thing to do is to tell you it's gonna hurt and you should brace yourself, but, uh-
[He doesn't finish that sentence before he shoots out a hand to land it palm down on Sam's chest. There's a horrible sensation of something scraping Sam's ribs as the old sigils are wiped clean, replaced by a new set. This one a lot stronger. It's not a cure- that much is obvious, but it does help.]
Hoo boy. I haven't done that in ages. [Gabriel shakes out his hand as he steps back.] We used to give that to prophets to slow down the visions and keep them from burning out too fast. It ain't much, but it's the best idea I got.
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Date: 2013-10-05 03:06 am (UTC)I'm guessing you mean literal ages.
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Date: 2013-10-05 04:02 pm (UTC)[action]
Date: 2013-10-06 07:09 am (UTC)[What a horrifying thought, he thinks.]
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Date: 2013-10-08 06:36 pm (UTC)You guess? You owe me big time. I've got no reason to do you muttonheads any favors.
[But he did it with... only minimal protest. Castiel's starting to rub off on him or else dying for humanity made him soft.]
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Date: 2013-10-09 08:47 am (UTC)[If it's any consolation, you made it 400x better with just the look on your face. :)]
Besides, you were kinda deserving it for the whole television land thing. You hit me in the jewels and everything.
But yeah. Fine. I'm sure I can figure out a way to pay you back.
[And if anything, Sam always keeps his word; he'll pay you back somehow. In a sincere way, even, since he's the mushy Winchester who actually does stupid sentimental or nice things. Whatever. He likes being the softy. >:^|]
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Date: 2013-10-11 06:09 am (UTC)Gabriel frysquints to see if there's some ulterior motive here, but there's not and he knows it. He can dislike Sam and Dean all he wants- or pretend to- but they're not nearly as bad as he says they are. They're paragons of humanity- they screw up a lot, but God how they try.]
Yeah, yeah. I thought the Herpexia was better, but, hey, whatever works for you. [Or makes you miserable. He pauses, awkwardly, and then scoffs and turns to go.] Good luck not... vomiting out your own soul, bucko.
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Date: 2013-10-11 07:36 am (UTC)Sam tucks his hands into his pockets and nods, half unsure and half humored, the dog sitting next to him like an animal-shaped shadow.]
Thanks. I'll try not to.