He's also absolute CRAP at physical fighting, so anyone on his level strength-wise would be able to take him down if, for whatever reason, he wouldn't be able to cheat using his powers. I'm always willing to negotiate and make fights fair and end in a way that's fair for everyone.
Sample Journal Post: [VOICE]
[At first when the feed comes on, it's to a lot of dramatic sighing... And some tapping on the PCD, because what the hell is this fuckery. All of this is said in the most congenial tone ever.]
Okay. You got me. I'm in that freaky "Lucifer wins, everyone dies" reality, right? Yeah- saw it, already. Skipped ahead in the history textbook, remember? Don't I get a gold star for that or something? Look, it's a great place, but I wouldn't wanna live here, so I'm just gonna pop right on out and if this is Zachariah? Good luck chasing me. You could stand to lose a few pounds and maybe- y'know when you realize you aren't getting anywhere near this- you can get a rug while you're at it. I think the Trump look would look awesome on you.
And if this is Lucifer? ...No. Wait. Never mind. This isn't Lucy's style at all. Yeah, that's right, boys. I think Satan has more chutspa than you winged jackasses when it comes to tricks. And when I find out which one of you is playing games with me, I'm gonna shove your halo so far up your ass, your lungs'll look like they're into BDSM.
You're probably wondering why I'm yelling at you through this thing. In fact, you're probably thinking, "Gee, Gabriel really did go off the deep end when he skipped out." Well, I'll set the record straight right now. First of all, this is not me yelling. If I were yelling, we would be seeing some fits that would make the destruction of Pompeii look like a kid's science project. Second of all, one of you is fucking with my radio. Knock it off. I know I don't tune in very often, but there's no excuse for this much static.
[There's a pause, like he's waiting for an answer. Actually, he was just trying to get OUT, but it... Didn't work. That is problematic. Cue Gabriel's tone sounding a little more dangerous, but still kind of congenial.]
Y'know, boys, eventually, this is gonna sort itself out and when I can tell where I am and where all of you are? Screw hiding. Not doing me much good anything, since that cat's been outta the bag for awhile now. You drew first blood and I still outrank you. And I know how much you all missed me shoving you into lockers.
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Date: 2011-02-09 07:09 pm (UTC)Sample Journal Post: [VOICE]
[At first when the feed comes on, it's to a lot of dramatic sighing... And some tapping on the PCD, because what the hell is this fuckery. All of this is said in the most congenial tone ever.]
Okay. You got me. I'm in that freaky "Lucifer wins, everyone dies" reality, right? Yeah- saw it, already. Skipped ahead in the history textbook, remember? Don't I get a gold star for that or something? Look, it's a great place, but I wouldn't wanna live here, so I'm just gonna pop right on out and if this is Zachariah? Good luck chasing me. You could stand to lose a few pounds and maybe- y'know when you realize you aren't getting anywhere near this- you can get a rug while you're at it. I think the Trump look would look awesome on you.
And if this is Lucifer? ...No. Wait. Never mind. This isn't Lucy's style at all. Yeah, that's right, boys. I think Satan has more chutspa than you winged jackasses when it comes to tricks. And when I find out which one of you is playing games with me, I'm gonna shove your halo so far up your ass, your lungs'll look like they're into BDSM.
You're probably wondering why I'm yelling at you through this thing. In fact, you're probably thinking, "Gee, Gabriel really did go off the deep end when he skipped out." Well, I'll set the record straight right now. First of all, this is not me yelling. If I were yelling, we would be seeing some fits that would make the destruction of Pompeii look like a kid's science project. Second of all, one of you is fucking with my radio. Knock it off. I know I don't tune in very often, but there's no excuse for this much static.
[There's a pause, like he's waiting for an answer. Actually, he was just trying to get OUT, but it... Didn't work. That is problematic. Cue Gabriel's tone sounding a little more dangerous, but still kind of congenial.]
Y'know, boys, eventually, this is gonna sort itself out and when I can tell where I am and where all of you are? Screw hiding. Not doing me much good anything, since that cat's been outta the bag for awhile now. You drew first blood and I still outrank you. And I know how much you all missed me shoving you into lockers.