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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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Spammity

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

Dear me. Y-Yes, of course.

[He had no idea why something like a circle of flame would render him helpless, but without wasting time to ask or even move further into the room, Aziraphale mentally put out the fire. There was a soft whoomp, and it was gone, smoke trailing faintly upward.

He winced immediately thereafter.] Goodness, that had a bit of a sting. Is this like Alastair's anti-angel wards?

Spammity

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel was already moving towards the door, stepping over the ashes like they might burn him. When he spoke, his voice was terse.]

Yeah. By the way? You're not gonna miss Dean when I tear his arms off and beat him to death with 'em, are you? Good. Thank you. Bye.

[He snapped and vanished.]

Spammity

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale huffed.] I expect an explanation later, [he told the empty air.] And properly brewed tea, for that matter.

[He waved his hand before leaving and was out the door, the soot stains gone from the floor and certain things cleaner than they'd been.]

Spammity - Oh hey, late demon is late!

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

[Ruby, truthfully, almost ran into the man, as she had rushed down to try to help.]

Sorry! You got him out, right? [She was sure he did, but, ya know, BFF trapped in a burning ring of fire made one worry.]

Spammity - :|b

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

[He made a startled noise but reoriented himself to talk to her appropriately.]

Oh - yes, certainly. Not two seconds ago. He's already vanished, I'm afraid.

Spammity

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

[Visible relief here. GDI, Gabby, look what you do to her.] As long as he's out.

Spammity

[tartaned.livejournal.com]

[looks at her sympathetically] I'm sure he's all right, my dear. He'd be the last one I'd worry about in this sort of situation.

Spammity

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

Worried? I'm not worried. [Denial denial denial. Sorta. She's not anymore, but she was when he was trapped.]