[ADS] IC CONTACT POST v 2.0

[uberboned]

 

[VOICE | ACTION | TEXT]

(He will never text you. Text is for douchebags.)

Comments

[Voice] Thursday. :)

[suiting]

I am alive. Please do not panic.

[His voice is soft and barely there, but focusing his eyes to text is just not happening right now, so Gabriel is going to have to deal with that sad fact of life.]

Stay away from Dean Winchester.

[uberboned]

That is not a statement you can just leave without an explanation.

[suiting]

[He is exhausted and it hurts to breathe, hurts to talk, but Inias still manages to summon enough sass to respond, softly:]

I just did.

[uberboned]

Don't backsass me. [INCREDULOUS, BECAUSE W O W DID THAT HAPPEN.] What happened to Dean?

[suiting]

I do not know. He removed my Grace in order to complete an item on our list for the scavenger hunt.

[It's spoken in a sigh, faint as Inias draws in another slow breath. Why does breathing hurt so much? Surely it isn't this way for people who are human most of the time.]

I am ... I think Castiel found me, I do not know how I got here.

[uberboned]

[HIGH PITCHED VOICE OF BARELY SUPPRESSED RAGE.]

HE DID WHAT?

[suiting]

[Inias flinches at the raised tone, his head pounding and mouth dry -- suddenly anxious for reasons he doesn't know and aggravated, because he feels like shit and this is really quite rude.]

Cut my throat. Removed my Grace. Gave it to the Animus.

[His throat, by the way, which still hurts though Inias is sure Castiel is the one who healed him.]

I want his head on a platter.

[He is a pacifist by nature, abhorrent of violence and death, and Inias knows that they are all quite better than this -- but he feels empty, violated, and horribly betrayed by someone he had thought to be his friend.

Watching Dean Winchester get a house dropped on him a la the Wicked Witch would make him feel the tiniest bit better.]

[uberboned]

I'm gonna kill him.

[Said very firmly.]

I'm gonna kill him a lot. I'm gonna make Mystery Spot look like spring break at the Hamptons.

[suiting]

[Gabriel being angry does make him feel a little bit better, actually -- enough for a faint smile, though he can't see it. And while Inias generally enjoys the mental image of Gabriel beating the shit out of Dean Winchester, he is curious.]

Mystery Spot?

[uberboned]

One time I tried to preempt the apocalypse by putting Dean in a time loop and killing him a lot.

Didn't work.

[suiting]

Oh.

[Pause.]

You are much more likeable than stories make you out to be.

[Text]

[integrity]

Your sister is a dumb cow and Dean wants to kill me.

Make me feel better.

[voice] FUCK YOU HE DOESN'T TEXT

[uberboned]

I'm scoping out a place to put Dean through Mystery Spot Mark Two as we speak.

What did Naomi do?

[voice] GABRIEL GET WITH THE TWENTY FIRST CENTURY JESUS CHRIST

[integrity]

[UGGGGGGGGGGGH Crowley is not drunk enough to hear Gabriel's voice.]

Nothing.

[In precisely the tone that indicates that there is something, but Crowley doesn't want to say what.]

-- did you honestly drop a piano on him?

[voice] NO.

[uberboned]

I poisoned him with a taco too.

C'mon. What did Nurse Ratched do. You sound soused.

[voice]

[integrity]

[That actually gets something of a snort of laughter out of him, because only Dean would be fucking stupid enough to eat a poisoned taco, who eats things without testing them, what idiots.]

I'm always intoxicated. S'good to be King.

[Though he is most definitely a bit moreso this fine evening, as his accent is beginning to slip the teeniest bit, and that is always a good indicator of blood alcohol content.]

[voice]

[uberboned]

Really? So if I start sing "Bonny Portmore," you're not gonna get all Highlander on me?

[voice]

[integrity]

Go screw yourself.

[Though it's said so lazily that it can't possibly be taken seriously.

But he huffs another sigh.]

Naomi removed Dean's soul. Dean is threatening to kill me. She's angry with me for being annoyed.

[voice]

[uberboned]

Oh, right. That happened.

[CASTIEL TOLD HIM. He just got mad that this apparently removes Dean from all culpability.]

She's pissed because she was the Animus's bitch and fucked up. Way to be, sis. Sucks to be all the brains in this family.

[voice]

[integrity]

And yet, I don't see a soulless Winchester beating down her door for blood.

[Also, she pretty much told him he was a conniving unfeeling lying thing which is only partially true.]

[uberboned]

I'm an acquired taste, Inias.

[voice]

[uberboned]

Maybe he just doesn't like your face.

[voice]

[integrity]

Everyone likes my face, s'why I'm King and everyone else is dead, which includes her.

[A slight clearing of his throat.]

I assume, anyway.

[suiting]

[There's a faint smile. Kinda. Not really. But sort of.]

So it would seem.

[voice]

[uberboned]

Couldn't say. The only angel I thought about talking to drove a tractor to New York to punch a hole in Dean, so he miiight not have been the best guy to ask.