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[waywardhunter]

[Screw this, he'll call Cas. He wants to, but after seeing the vision, he also wants to let Castiel and Lucifer have as little to do with one another as possible. What if it was true, and Lucifer could talk the angel in riding shotgun?

He can't risk it. Gabriel probably won't help, and that really is the his only other option besides going around with a broken, bleeding arm.]

Hey, uh, Gabriel? [Yeah, smooth, sound like you're about to ask him on a date.] Damn it, I knew this was a bad idea.

Look, you said you were sorry for that crap you posted about Doctor Sexy? I got a way for you to make it up. [He swallows, audibly.] Got on the wrong side of something, always did make boyfriends jealous. Anyway, long story short, arms broken, and I can't go to Cas.

[And he doesn't want to be so vulnerable down here.]

text

[ailes_dor]

[There's a very good reason you're getting a text Dean. Lucifer is at Gabe's place.]

Why are you always lying Dean?

I'll come over. You still pinned to the wall?

privatetext; un: notmydivision

[dadstrade]

Gabriel. What is going on with Dean right now and how worried should I be about what he's going to try to do in Little Eden?

[ailes_dor]

Nice to see you too.

I'm working it out.

I'd be worried. Got anything breakable? China ornaments? Bones? Move 'em.

un: masterbeta; private

[logicals]

Don't get too excited, Gabriel. It's Sherlock. I saw an opportunity.

2/2

[logicals]

PS you made me look up Frozen songs and I will never forgive you.

morning after party. like six am. scienceofdeduction;

[logicals]

How's your nose?

[ailes_dor]

Crooked.

How's your ego?

[dadstrade]

Gabriel, I'm not angry. Stop making that face like I'm about to come yell at you, because I'm not.

[ They've texted enough for Greg to have a pretty good sense of what Gabriel's mood is like just through that. He's expressive, even in text, and anyway, Greg knows that he has a strong tendency toward beating himself up over mistakes. For far longer than he needs to and over some things he shouldn't feel guilty about at all, in Greg's opinion, at least as far as he's seen. In this case, Greg was upset, and honestly he's regretting letting that get through at all.

He shouldn't have responded at all until he'd had a chance to think about it, until he was away from the constant stress of work. True, it had been far less than any sort of angry outburst, but it obviously got to him, and Gabriel is too good at picking up on that. All of this over something that he's sure Gabriel would have felt far too guilty about all on his own. He really didn't need any help.

It was stupid to let it get to him at all. Gabriel flirts on the Hellnet all the time, he always has, but when he compares that to knowing Gabriel personally, it's obvious that he doesn't mean it. Not that Greg is taking the time to read through every single word that's posted, unlike a certain consulting detective that lives upstairs. Why had this been different? Probably because it was just too much all at once, in addition to the annoyance of having his own face on the thing, he thinks. Jealousy's not a good colour on you, Detective Inspector. He's got no right to be jealous, anyway.

By the time he's walking up the street in Little Eden, finally out of the ever-oppressive heat, he's gotten through most of a pack of cigarettes, and feeling slightly less flustered about the whole thing. Anything like true frustration or jealousy has long since been burned out, not least of all due to his confrontation with that demon earlier. Having to deal with actual anger, of the violent sort, tends to put his own emotions in perspective.

Princess spots him the moment he's walking by the shrubs that line the front garden, and is all too happy to race him to the gate. She wins that contest every time, of course, and her happy bouncing and pacing makes him smile every time, regardless of his mood. He edges carefully through the gate, as usual, making sure that she doesn't end up on the wrong side of it. Stepping on her isn't as much of a problem, but he does also tend to move slowly around her so she has plenty of time to get out of the way before tiny paws can get caught underfoot. ]

I found something for you today, powderpuff.

[ Now that the gate is closed, he crouches down to pet her, ruffling her fur momentarily before he starts digging into a jacket pocket. The thing he pulls out is dark grey and black, and fairly fuzzy. It immediately has the puppy's full attention, of course, because she knows what it is. It's a toy. In particular, it's a rather so-ugly-it's-cute-looking stuffed mouse that was made to withstand one of hell's felines, but it's soft, light, and just a little bit smaller than she is. And it's nearly indestructible. She has plenty of toys already, of course, but... well, Greg saw it and thought she would like it. ]

You can chew on this instead of my socks, right? Go show your Papa.

[ She's more than happy to take it from him and give it a good shake or two before getting it properly positioned in her mouth so that she can trot proudly with it along the walkway. Obviously she didn't really need any encouragement to go show Gabriel her new toy.

Greg will straighten and take another drag from his cigarette as he follows. ]

[ailes_dor]

[ Gabriel had expected to have more time before Greg had arrived home. What exactly Gabriel had expected to do with that time he didn't know, apart from try to think out every possible situation and how he could respond to it. He was very good at improvisation, when he had to be, but he was better when he had a chance to think about things. Of course he was also very good at working himself up given too much time, making situations appear worse than they were. Humans and emotions were so difficult and even more so when he were resisting the temptation to poke around inside their minds and find out what they were really thinking.

But he's not had the time to get into a state, and in fact he's spent the last half an hour sat out here away from the Hellnet and with his puppy, tossing bits of stick at her in the hope she might learn out to fetch them. She's got the idea she should go run after the sticks, and that she should pick them up, but then something smells interesting or there's a butterfly and she's off to look at that instead of coming back to Gabriel. Still, she's still so young and everything is so new, he really can't tell her off for not coming back to him. Because she does, just normally without the stick. And he can't resist her adorable happy face or the way she wags her tail so hard she falls over.

So when Greg appears at the gate- Princess is an early warning system for that, because even before he's by the shrubs her ears prick up and she makes an excited noise and rushes off- Gabriel feels... better. Calm. At least until he sees Greg himself and the knot in his stomach makes itself felt all over again.

He gets up from his seat on the steps, letting a half-smile pull over his mouth as Greg pulls the toy out of his pocket. The dog is almost so excited she barks, something that she rarely does but thankfully, the toy in her mouth prevents her doing it again. Until she gets to Gabriel, when she drops it and barks again to get his attention- as if she doesn't already have it. ]

Daddy got you a toy did he? Can I see?

[He moves to pick it up, but Princess clearly isn't ready to share her present yet, and grabs it up again, bounding over the front yard shaking the little mouse happily. Which means Gabriel has to face up to Greg. He sucks in a breath, moving towards him and puts a hand on Greg's arm. It's probably the tamest way Gabriel has ever greeted Greg when he comes home from work, but they are outside. And the neighbors gossip enough as it is.]

I think she likes it, so your socks are probably safe now. Thank you.

[There's something more he should probably say at this point, probably starting with I'm sorry and working it out from there. He takes a breath, and then it sort of comes out in a rush.]

I didn't mean anything by any of that stuff. Apart from the parfait boy. I'm going to make him parfaits. But that's it. The rest of it meant nothing.

text; un: silverfox

[dadstrade]

Gabriel, have you been messing about with my phone lately?

[ You've got three guesses as to what this is about, and the first two don't count. ]

Re: text; un: silverfox

[ailes_dor]

What do you mean, messingredients around with your phone?

[Voice]

[gather_ye_rosebuds]

[There's a pause after the beep, and then Lacie can be heard, and it's clear she's trying very hard not to laugh. She's trying to focus on the matter at hand, because it is... well, not quite important, but she feels he'll be sympathetic to her plight... But that message...]

... Gabriel, if you're not too busy doing things I always wanted to do, I need your help! You speak French, right?

[ailes_dor]

Ouais, je parle le français. Pourquoi?

action, jul 18

[relieable]

[now that Osomatsu's gotten things squared away with Karamatsu, it's time he take care of this other business he said he'd get involved in. truthfully, he did not care about working, but if he wanted to buy beer—or take Milly out—he needed money. and the only way to earn money in hell was by working (or by being a companion, probably). so it was time to find a job.

would he work out being a cuddle whore? who knew. but Osomatsu thought he'd give it a shot. being paid to lie around in bed sounded too good to be true. did people really pay for something like that? he would find out soon enough.

Osomatsu reads over the address again as he stands in front of the building. yep, this was the place. he drops his arm, takes a deep breath, and then wanders inside. he seeks out anyone around]

Yo! Uh, I'm looking for Gabe?

[ailes_dor]

[ In the day's running up to the Grand Opening the ex-warehouse that is soon to be Silks is busy. There are huge demons carrying steel beams, some stood on ladders painting the black ceiling a slightly different shade of black, people working on electrics, and several gathered around the already completed bar, where a short man with loud laugh is busy making drinks and chatting with people who probably have better things to do.

One of the construction demons- wearing a hard hat on one head but a baseball cap on the other- nods both heads towards the bar. Osomatsu's host is, predictably, the loud man handing out cocktails.

Which isn't a bad quality in a boss, not really. When the young man arrives, Gabe gives him a grin and gestures him into a seat, letting the others get back on with their work.]

What can I do for you?

audio because John is too damned lazy to text.

[hellboundheart]

Stop telling me about you and Lestrade having sex.

Thought I would tell you that Dean dropped by and we had a conversation about Doctor Sexy. He might be paying you a visit soon.

Cheers!

[ailes_dor]

I don't tell you the details. I mean, I could if you wanted.

Wait. Wait, what?

[ There's a few moments of silence while he imagines how that conversation went. ] Did he enjoy it? Or do I owe you for damages?

[ wrecking all the inboxes? yep; lounging about Greg's office ]

[dadstrade]

[ Andy doesn't usually stay at the station past his shift - he's usually the last one in, and the first one out - but now that Lestrade has an office to take up residence in, he can take a nap on the windowsill without having to worry too much about being accosted by anyone who might be looking for him. Sometimes he can even get away with logging a couple hours of community service here instead of being forced to go out and actually do something.

Today is one of those days. Lestrade's already left, and he might have said something about Andy's unfinished paperwork on the way out, but of course he's not doing anything of the sort. He looks much like a contented cat, stretched out in draconic form and soaking up the last few rays of hellish sunlight. His tail twitches occasionally when there's a sound nearby - doors slamming across the hall, or demons carrying on in the street below - but otherwise he seems to be genuinely relaxed. ]

[ailes_dor]

[ Lestrade isn't here. Gabriel has made sure of that. He was waiting outside, not to collect his one regulation issue hottie, but making sure that Greg was on his way home. Setting up Silks was taking up a lot of Gabriel's free time, so Greg wouldn't be too concerned that Gabriel wasn't about when he returned home. Hopefully he'd be distracted by the puppy high on treats desperate to see her Daddy.

Which means Gabriel can sneak in to the station and find his way to Greg's new office. He's not, officially, been there yet. But LHPD have splashed out, Greg has his name on his office door, and that means Gabriel can gently push it open with one shoulder, and step inside.

The box of paperwork isn't huge, but it's heavy- and so it makes a satisfying thud when he sets it down on the desk. It's only then Gabriel will realise he isn't alone. It's fairly easy to miss little dragons asleep on window sills. Especially if your mind is on other things. Like how deviously sneaky you are.]

Asleep on the job?

un: Hellblazer - video (because John is tech stupid.)

[hellboundheart]

[The Constantine that the video shows is drawn and pale, smoking of course with a drink in his other hand.]

I need a favour, Gabriel. There's a case that I can't take care of that I think would be more up your alley than mine. Yours and Lestrade's to be exact.

[ailes_dor]

[Well that warrents a return call almost immidiately]

Should I be concerned there's something you can't handle, or should I be flattered that you're coming to me?

permaprivate; voice

[infatyuated]

[ he's using voice for once because his hands are shaking too badly for him to type. after getting yuu settled in line at the welcome center, rushing to message gabe is the first thing he does. he doesn't know what else to do. yuu... his best friend. his family. dead. and mikaela had to be the one to reap him. his palms still feel warm from when yuu's soul had touched him. and that's something else he cannot comprehend or cope with. ]

Gabe- Gabriel. It's- [ his voice breaks. ] He's here. Yuu-chan is... Yuu-chan is dead.

[ailes_dor]

[Oh Mika. Gabriel's heart breaks into a thousand shards at the tremble and emotion in the little vampire's voice. He wants to gather Mika to him, hold him close until the boy has calmed. But he can't, not until he knows where Mika is. And Yuu, as well.]

It's okay Mika, it's okay. Are you with him? Where are you? Do you want me to come find you?

text | un: j.lyman

[hardballsy]

[Josh may be going out on a limb here with the assumption he's making, but he feels pretty safe in assuming this particular thing.]

That was very thoughtful of you.

Unfortunately, those aren't my size or my color.

[ailes_dor]

What? Really? I swear I watched you take them off at Ashes to Asses last night.

So, what is your colour, out of interest?

un: Hellblazer - text (he's a little rattled maybe or busy)

[hellboundheart]

Lucifer is back. Your Lucifer. Doesn't remember being here before. Be careful.

[ailes_dor]

What the fuck.

Are you shitting me magic man?

voice;

[demonarchical]

Lucifer says you've become a woman.

one: show me I want to see

two: tell me how you did it

voice

[awolangel]

Lucifer is a gossip and so are you.

I know what you want to see and no. I'm not showing you my bank balance.

Second: I have no idea. But it's fun.

un: araignee ; text

[riveres]

[Oscar will send Gabriel a text of one of the kittens that 'work' at Silks. Oscar loves her and has already named her. (Her name is Leonie, by the way.) He just wants to know it's it's ok to bring club materials home.]

Can I keep her?



Name your price if you want money.

[awolangel]

[ Oh no. She'd wondered how long this would take, how soon before patrons told her they simply had to have whatever fluffy pet had stolen their heart. She hadn't expected the first one to crumble to be Oscar. ]

It's not about money. I can't just give away animals left right and centre Oscar, or I'll have none left.

But... okay. You can have her. But you have to look after her.

video (during dove event)

[hellboundheart]

So.

Let's just say that you know something you experienced emotionally or psychologically that Lucifer didn't. That maybe he should.

Theoretically now.

What would it be?

[awolangel]

Tiramisu?

[Tiramisu was an experience that Lucifer probably hasn't had. Or would have in the same way Gabriel did. Which is very much a loss, even if Lucifer wouldn't think so.]

Or are we talking something else? Do you want me to say he needs to get laid?

TEXT; un: shadowthief

[onteamdyson]

hey gabe... any chance you have experience with demonic hell goats that breathe fire and climb furniture and eat drapes?

no reason. i just wanna know.

[awolangel]

sounds like my first honeymoon

did you adopt a hellgoat?

[dadstrade]

(continued from here!)

Less back-up, more Brimstone's thugs giving me the condescending 'good job, champ, but we've got this one now' speech. But yeah, they are.

I don't know. I just want you here and nowhere near Brimstone or Lucifer right now.

[ailes_dor]

Yeah that sounds like them. They'd probably not have the balls to treat you that way if he was there in front of them. But you let them get chewed up and spit out, it isn't your problem now.

If that's what you want. I'll try not to distract you. Give me a few minutes, I'll be over. With coffee.

text | un: j.lyman

[hardballsy]

First, thanks for the cookies.

Second, what's the cause?

[ailes_dor]

Glad you liked them. I didn't know if you liked M&Ms so I thought plain old fashion chocolate chip was a good bet.

[ The cause is getting the attractive men and women of Little Hades into evening wear, but that sounds a little self-serving, doesn't it? ]

I've heard some talk of setting up a school. Funds for that? For safeguarding the limbo cases that get stuck down here and forgotten? Buying me a very nice Hanukkah present?

text; UN:carver edlund - foreward dated to August 13th

[andtherewas]

are you the actual archangel gabriel? I've been contacting demons all week who were pretending to be him and I think I'm about ready to give up

TEXT; UN: Trickster

[ailes_dor]

That will be my fan club. They just think I'm that awesome. I don't know why, it's sort of cute.

Why do you want to know? we don't have membership buttons.

Voice Message

[hellicious]

It's your not-brother brother, or whatever you prefer to call me. I'm not quite sure which works, now that your actual Fallen one is here. I've...

[There's a quiet sigh for a moment before the British tone continues.]

When you've a moment, give me a ring? I've got something... happening and no one to discuss it with. Whenever you can.

[Another moment of silence before the message ends.]

audio; UN: Trickster

[ailes_dor]

[As soon as Lucifer picks up he can pronbaly tell Gabriel is concerned. Worried, really. Things have been going wrong since his brother showed up. But hes trying to sound normal.]

You know mostly I think of you as Sexifer. Or "that British one".

[And then he drops the act]

What happened? Did he do something?

text

[dadstrade]

Just so you know, I've already told Sherlock that he's not allowed to take out any walls in the house, so don't let him talk you into anything. We're not doing any surprise renovations.

[ailes_dor]

What about adding new walls? Painting existing ones? Bricking up Sherlock's door?

Joking. Mostly joking. :)

text un:dad

[andtherewas]

[So Chuck has talked to Lucifer, who told Him how things went down when he told you about Creation.

Yeah.]

Hey, you home? Can we talk?

Prayer

[ailes_dor]

[Gabriel isn't home. But he'll talk to Dad, wherever he finds himself. You don't put the phone down on Dad.]

Iᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏɴᴇ, ɪsɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ?

voice (sort of)

[agoodson]

[ Michael has never been good at dealing with grief. He's never been one to reach out to his brothers, even in the worst of times he was ever the soldier, and restoring order to the chaos had been his way of coping with it. If he was an unshakable pillar of faith and purpose, the other angels would fall in behind him. That's how it worked.

That's how it was.

But not with Gabriel. He had always been more like Lucifer, to Michael's eyes, so much so sometimes that it was hard to hide how painful that reminder was.

He doesn't speak. It's just an open channel, reaching out through the space that separates them. There's only an uncharacteristically quiet feeling that echoes through it.

You are not alone, Brother.

Not in this place, not in the sorrow. ]

[ailes_dor]

[ The probably is that Gabriel didn't need a pillar or a general or whatever Michael thought he should be once Dad had gone. He needed a brother that wasn't distant and daunting. But that wasn't in Michael's nature, it's not his fault.

Like it's not his fault that Gabriel can't cope with this. How can it be gone? It can't actually be not there any more. He doesn't remember a time before Creation, he doesn't remember anything but being surrounded by wonderful things and places and amazing creatures.

Michael is a strange angel- harsh and sharp and unwavering, but not deliberately cruel. Gabriel feels the line reach out to him, finding its way like a look thread in the wind.


Time isn't real here, or in Hell itself, but Gabriel doesn't know how long it is before he reaches out to touch that thread. Most of the crying has stopped, his wings have stopped bleeding from where he pulled his feathers out. He feels calm, or maybe it's empty. He doesn't know which it is.

We're all alone together now. Does that make it easier?]