012 (Voice)

[uberboned]

[There's a sound of wrappers crinkling all through this. Gabe may be eating his weight in Little Debbie snack cakes, but that's how he always eats, so it's not really that noteworthy. Also, Gabe sounds ridiculously cheerful through the whole thing and never loses it.]

Y'know the best part of not being human? Things like this? Just roll off you. I mean, c'mon. What's one more vessel? Am I right? Huh?

[There's a pause and then...]

Suck it up and deal. It could be a lot worse

[OOC: SO GABE'S BEEN 40% MORE TROLLY THAN USUAL. This is because Gabe has serious control issues and floods? Are gonna screw with him emotionally, because he doesn't like things happening to him that he can't fix- getting a taste of his own medicine generally displeases him. Yeah, I know. Poor baby. His way of combating emotional distress, however, is to pretend like everything's fine and be aggressively cheerful and aggressively... Well, Gabe. Also, he kinda wound up flailing at Az last night and he's annoyed at the world right now on top of everything else. FUN TIMES. Also if I start switching to Gabe's dude icons mid-tag, IT'S BECAUSE THERE WEREN'T VERY MANY DECENT ICONS OF HIS GIRL!PB AND GABE'S FACES ARE IMPORTANT. PREEEETEND HE'S A WOMAN.]

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[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

[She laughs! A lot!] Because sitting and talking to an archangel who was a guy and is now a girl is normal?

[A big grin. Then one hand rose and the fingertips sparkle! Welcome to seeing the PAFs, Gabe!] I've blinded myself with them. Sometimes training goes wrong, ya know? [Back to sketching]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe rolled his eyes.] Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

[THEY ARE SPARKLY. OMG.] Niiiice trick though. Can see where lots with go wrong with having firecracker fingers though.

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[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

[A shrug] A few blown up houses, a warehouse that kinda burnt to the ground, deafening a few team mates or well, maybe more than few, not being allowed around any stereo equipment...

[A look up at him, and a grin] Never without a lighter though. Which, when you wander around with a guy that smokes cigars a lot is a bonus.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe flops back onto the bed, waving a hand] But at least you haven't singed off your eyebrows yet. Those're usually the first to go.

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[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

[Another laugh, but this sounds more like a giggle] Not in the last couple of years, no. Before though...

[A thoughtful frown] Blown the clothes off a few guys though. [A smirk]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe looked up.] Intentionally?

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[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

[A wicked grin] Oh now that would be telling, now wouldn't it?

[A vague wave] I know you've probably got more mojo than you know what to do with but a girl... [a glance down] guy... whatever has to have his-or-her secrets right? [grin. Someday, s/he would learn to not tease powerful beings.]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe flopped and waved a hand, snickering a bit.] Don't sweat it, kid. I've got my share of secrets, but that kinda goes with the territory when you start getting on in millenniums.

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[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

[A bite of the lip.] Do you remember it all? [Still sketching] I mean, do the memories fade or do you remember all of it?

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe stares at the ceiling. Right. He needs another pile of crap to add to his bundles and bundles of issues right now. When he speaks, he sounds distant, sad.] Every bit of it.

[There's a beat and then he swings himself back into sitting position, now nonchalant all over again.] Buuut it's all water under the bridge now. How's the drawing coming?

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[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

[Right! Wolvie trained her well. She knows that tone. A few more scrapes of the pencil, and she turns it around. And there's girl!Gabe playing with a curl.] Done! As long as the model approves. [A grin]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe hopped off the bed and peered over her shoulder.] Heeey. Lookit that. I am a pretty girl. Helps having a good artist. [He clapped Jubes on the back affectionately.]

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[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

Nuh uh. The beauty is all in the model. An artist can merely hope to capture it! [A grin. She carefully pulled the page off her sketchpad.] Here ya go. Payment for the snacks I'm gonna snatch before I leave.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabe took it and held it up to the light.] Not a bad trade. And now I'll always remember what I looked like as a girl.

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[fireworkbubbles.livejournal.com]

[A grin as s/he gets up to gather a few treats to take back with her.] Aaaanytime ya want me to, it's good practice. And gives me something to do. [A wink, as she heads for the door.] It was fun Gabe. Keep it up and you'll have to become my fave archangel.