001 (Voice)

[uberboned]

[While the Winchesters are away, the Tricksters will play, apparently. THE BARGE HAS TIMING. :| Hope your ears love the sultry sound of loud-mouthed demigods/archangels with slight southern drawls, residents of the Barge, because that's what you're getting. And there is nothing in the tone of this that does not scream SNARK.]

GOOD MORNIN', VIET-NAM.

Or afternoon. Or, for all I know, half-past midnight. I don't believe in clocks. Anyway. 

Hi! I'm the newest sherrif on this Love Boat. One of you lucky sons of bitches will eventually be mine to mold into whatever amounts to a productive, functional member of society. Lucky you! For the rest of you, juuust get used to the sound of this voice, kids, 'cause you're gonna be hearing a lot of it. 

I could go on, tell you all a few things about me, and we can all have a nice, little sharing circle, buuuut I'm not that kinda guy. Sorry. A man's gotta have a little mystery about him. In this case, a lot. 

But, hey, I'm here for all you losers. That's the deal I made and I live up to my deals. Think of me as your own personal pagan deity. So if you really need and/or want me, look me up sometime. It's Trickster, comma, the. Thank you and good night. 

Comments

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Pfft. What're you gonna do? Shank me? I ain't exactly brimming with frality here, precious. Does your warden usually let you out for drinks with strange demigods?

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

Shanking sounds fun. But really, I don't have a lot of restrictions put on me. I like what little freedom I've got, so I don't cause a lot of trouble. At least not anything punishable.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Okay. So. Drinks?

Spam? No time for logging.

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

Drinks. Meet you on deck.

You got it. AND MOST AWKWARD MEETING EVER IS A GO.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[The things one couldn't shake about being a friggin' archangel boiled down to the unnecessary attention to details. The minute Gabe hit this joint, he knew where everything was- made it easier to flit back and forth between locations... Which meant he was waiting on deck a good while, leaning against a wall casually. Angel speed- very speedy.]

Oh excellent! Have more Doctor!snark

[metacrisis-ten.livejournal.com]

Oh, just doing my part for the little people. Brings a tear to my eye sometimes, my saintly magnanimity just impresses me so much.

Y'know if I had, oh, let's say a good ol' American penny every time some all-mighty newbie Warden came sauntering aboard with a stick up his arse and something to prove, I'd have enough copper to wire into the ship's juggernaut of a temporal positronic-circuitry hub and dump swaggering meatheads like you into the event horizon of the nearest black hole.

[gotgirlballs.livejournal.com]

Was that supposed to impress us? Seriously, that was totally weak.

This is why Gabe's never met a Doctor he actually likes. XD I am so amused.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He may have totally zoned out there at the end of that. There is a Snickers bar. It is much more interesting. Crinkle, crinkle. Rustle, rustle.]

Uh-huh.

But how does that make you feel?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

It's the jet lag. It's just murder on my sense of spectacle.

YAY!

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

[Maybe it was a good while for him, but Ruby lives only a level below deck. Between a change of clothes, a quick mirror check and actually getting there, it was just a few minutes.

And when she got there? Oh could she smell the angel juice.

She smirked at him, knowing she'd just found out something he didn't want spread around. After all, why would an angel hide behind a pagan identity?]

Trickster, huh, Skip? Your family must be pleased as punch.

Annnd we're spamming.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[And hello, demon. Strictly speaking, Gabe looks shocked for all of three seconds before he settled somewhere between amused and oh-fuck-I-thought-I-could-hold-this-together-for-longer. He manged to do it for thousands of years. Yeah, that was the worst part of this. Not the demon thing. If he got offended by a demon, he hasn't looked hard enough at himself in the mirror too recently.

He held up his hands in some vague gesture of peace, smirking.]

My teenage rebellion got out of hand, Kristy. How's your daddy these days? Oh right. In the middle of the freakin' Apocalypse- the business trip that keeps on giving.

Spamming is awesome.

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

[Ruby crossed her arms. She wasn't quite over the Lucifer thing, but she was together enough to let that comment roll off her.]

Daddy can crawl back in his hole where he belongs. [Okay, not exactly roll off.] So how about we stop playing games. You tell me who you really are, I'll tell you who I really am.

[Spam]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel lowered his arms, bringing up an eyebrow. There could have been more of a reaction to that. God knows that any comment about his family won't roll off his back as easily as he'd like it to. Thankfully, he held it together. Score one for his ability to hide.]

Gabriel. Okay? And I know it's kinda hard to ask a demon to do any favors for a friggin' archangel, but I'm trying to keep that on the downlow here. [Eyeroll.] Celebrity status and all that. I hate signing autographs.

[Yeah, because that's the real reason.]

[Spam]

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

[The laughter couldn't be avoided.] An archangel. You know we had one of those here not too long ago. Michael, I think his name was? I don't know, it was a flood, and I wasn't really myself.

YOU'RE SUCH A NIIIIIICE GUUUUUYYYY!

[wichita-kansas.livejournal.com]

Holy fuck!

[metacrisis-ten.livejournal.com]

-maybe a stopover in New Alaska... [His pause is a brief one, but then again he doesn't need long pauses to think something through. Those that know him well would know he's thoroughly irked by Tricky's response. A change of gears is in order.]

Y'know you can't go round expecting us to call you "The Trickster". We've already got one.

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

We don't need another one, thank you. Especially one without a leash.

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

...I feel oddly as if I should know you.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[See Gabe. See Gabe be evasive. EVADE, GABE. EVADE.]

I've got one of those voices.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You people keep saying that, and yet I'm still here.

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

And you're a warden... who's going to keep you out of trouble? My hands are full with Loki.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

So I've heard. You call him Loki. See? Problem solved.

[If he knew how many Doctors were on this Barge, he would be all over pointing out the hypocrisy, man. HE IS BEING PROFILED BECAUSE HE'S A PAGAN... Or something.]

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

Yes, well... welcome, nonetheless. You evidently know how to make an entrance.

I'm Aziraphale.


[Private]

Is there some reason you don't want it known that you're an angel? It is you, isn't it? I felt someone arrive, but it's hard to be precise on this contraption.

HE REALLY IS. BUT YOU INSULTED THE MOJO.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Don't worry. It's not poisonous. ...I don't think.

[Thoughtful pause.]

Y'know, this is why we don't punch a guy in the mojo, sweetheart.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[THE EYEROLLING. YOU CAN HEAR IT.]

I'm not your garden variety Trickster here, pal. I got an MO that don't involve bringin' down Ragnarok on anyone's heads. That MO just happens to fit with what you Wardens are all about. Comprende?