[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.]
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.]
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. ]
[ 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.
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. ]
[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?
... Gabriel, if you're not too busy doing things I always wanted to do, I need your help! You speak French, right?
[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?
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!
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!
[ 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. ]
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. ]
un: Hellblazer - video (because John is tech stupid.)
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hellboundheart
2016-10-02 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
[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.
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.
[ 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.
Gabe- Gabriel. It's- [ his voice breaks. ] He's here. Yuu-chan is... Yuu-chan is dead.
[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.
That was very thoughtful of you.
Unfortunately, those aren't my size or my color.
un: Hellblazer - text (he's a little rattled maybe or busy)
hellboundheart
2016-10-09 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
Lucifer is back. Your Lucifer. Doesn't remember being here before. Be careful.
Lucifer says you've become a woman.
one: show me I want to see
two: tell me how you did it
one: show me I want to see
two: tell me how you did it
[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.
Can I keep her?
Name your price if you want money.
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?
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?
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.
no reason. i just wanna know.
First, thanks for the cookies.
Second, what's the cause?
Second, what's the cause?
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
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.]
[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.]
[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?
Yeah.]
Hey, you home? Can we talk?
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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