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

[action]

[collegedropout]

Work on your people skills when you graffiti their ribs. [He huffs, managing not to be a Sam Taco there hunched over. Flicks his chin to get his too-long hair back out of his face.] ... Thanks. Guess I might owe you, if this works out.

[What a horrifying thought, he thinks.]

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[uberboned]

You tossed pixie dust at my face, Gigantor. We're not square yet. [HE NEVER FORGETS AND HE NEVER FORGIVES.]

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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[collegedropout]

Sorry about that? It was a bad day.

[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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[uberboned]

[S-stop it, senpai. You're making him go all weird. It's like Sabriel is happening over here or something.

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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[collegedropout]

[So much Sabriel I just can't stand it. ///

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.