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[uberboned]

[THIS IS NOT A DRILL. IT IS ALSO NOT A JOURNAL ENTRY. IT IS THE FRANTIC YELLING OF AN ARCHANGEL ON LEVEL SEVEN, AND YOU MIGHT NOT NOTICE IT IMMEDIATELY, BECAUSE THE BARGE IS FULL OF HELLHOUNDS, RUN AWAY.

Mostly this is a lot of cursing with the occasional "NO, REALLY LET ME OUT" or "DEAN, YOU ARE GONNA WISH YOU WERE BACK AT THE MYSTERY SPOT WHEN I GET THROUGH WITH YOU."

Gabriel's impotent rage is currently impotent.]

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[Gabe was four seconds from losing it. The scent of hellhounds was overwhelming and wherever Dean was, he better pray he was dying or about to die, because what hellhounds would do to you did not compare to what a pissed off archangel would do.

....And that's Irene's voice.]

Irene, get your ass in a room, pronto. If you die out there, I ain't telling the Admiral to bring you back. [He paused.] ...I need you do me a favor.

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[On the other side of the door, Irene rolled her eyes. That was the Gabe she knew. She couldn't resist a harmless jab.]

Oh, I do apologize for any inconvenience my obviously imminent death may cause you. [She sighed.] What is it, then? And are you going to let me in? [She placed a hand against the door. Was it just her, or did it feel slightly warm?]

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[THIS IS THE SOUND OF AN IMPOTENT ARCHANGEL WISHING HE COULD STRANGLE YOU RIGHT NOW, IRENE.]

Sorry. Can't come to the door right now, because I'm too busy trying not to get set on fire, Princess.

[always-thewoman.livejournal.com]

I would've thought a little flame would be nothing compared to an all-powerful being such as yourself. [Oh, yeah. That's sarcasm. After all of Gabe's smiting, Irene was just looking for a chance to poke at him.]

In any case, please do try not to get too singed. It would be such a trial to have to look at your scorched wreck of a face every time you tried to chastise me.

... That favor?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[STILL. TRYING. NOT. TO KILL YOU.]

Look. Just... Get on the journals and get Ruby to come down here. Okay? She knows where I stay.

[always-thewoman.livejournal.com]

[STILL NOT CARING]

All right, Feathers. I'll let your little girlfriend know you need help. Anything else?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Gee, I dunno, Irene. All this fire's making it really hard to think clearly.

[always-thewoman.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't get your garters in a twist, I'll go tell her now.

In the meantime, do enjoy being as powerless as all the rest of us. Perhaps it will be a welcome change of pace.

[Aaaand Irene wanders off to alert the appropriate people]