001 (Voice)

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[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. 

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OF COURSE HE DOESN'T. And Gabe responds with bitchery. Like he do.

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[You hear that sound? That is the sound of quiet sarcasm.]

It does my heart good to know that you took time out of what is probably a very taxing schedule of being self-righteous to tell me that. I'm truly, truly touched.

Oh excellent! Have more Doctor!snark

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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.

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?

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-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.

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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.]