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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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Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Back up a second, big guy. Castiel and the Hardy boys are here. [This is said more off to the side than actually directly at the recorder, but still loud enough to make out.] Son of a bitch. They're like self-righteous stalkers.

[And now we're back.]

They make jokes about that, you know? And the Apocalypse is happening where I'm from, but I got sick of things about the time Lucy and Mike decided they weren't besties anymore and went into hiding.

Name's Gabriel. Keep it to yourself.

...You're very different than the Gabriel I report to. Pagan deity, honestly.

Castiel left only recently. And yes, you're quite the first person in this century to make a joke about Principalities, except for the part that you aren't.

Lucy and - oh, yes, very funny. Irreverence is always a hit, I'm sure. [Can you hear the dryness? It's very dry.] Though given my own experiences with your Michael I can see where you'd want to disassociate yourself from him. I don't tend to, erm, always get along particularly well with the Upstairs either...

[FEEL THE MELODRAMA, AZ. You can just imagine he's clutching his heart and flopping backwards on something like he's going to be faint.] I had a very troubled upbringing and suffered from horrible middle child syndrome. Daddy never did love me as much as he should've.

[Insert snickering here. Yes, he cracks himself up. The ham.

...Except for the part where it abruptly stops. The abrupt change in tone is kind of scary, in a way. It's all deadly seriousness now.]

They're my brothers, not my superiors, and I love them. I left because I hated watching them kill each other for no good reason. I'm here, because they're doing it again and I can't deal with it.

[Gabe has an obvious sore spot. CAN YOU TELL? :|]

[Aziraphale clicks the voice on to reply, and his upper crust British accent is softened by remorse.]

Yes, I... do understand. I apologize if I've slighted you unintentionally. It's just that I was beginning to know the Winchesters quite well before, and their descriptions of your world are... horrendous, by any account.

I hope you find the Barge better suited to you, Gabriel.

[AND LOOK. HE'S BACK TO SNARKY LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED. Because Gabe's emotions run hot and cold like it ain't nobody's business.]

That's one word for it. And here's hoping. Nice to meetcha, Az.

[SIGH AT THE NICKNAME] Yes, of course.

I'm usually in the library if you ever need me.

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