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[runnoft]

Hold on a sec, duchess, I know how this goes. Gimme a sec to get into character-

[With a hand held up he clears his throat, shakes his head, then lowers his hand, looking childishly indignant.]

You can't do this to me, blah blah blah, I'm the mightiest muse of all, something something puppet strings, this isn't funny, yadda yadda. Insert some crap about being the one in control and insecure dong-swinging.

[He sits down on something and conjures himself an umbrella drink.]

There. Did I get it all? The whole "first post" rumba?

Listen, kid, I'm not lying to myself. I know who's in charge around here. You don't need a bunch of vague threats about what I could do from inside your grapefruit, and I don't need the migraine. So how's about you and me just agree to be grown ups about this, huh?

Hell, maybe we can find a Castiel to screw with. Or Sam, I always liked that guy.

[GABRIEL. :| ]

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[freetobe]

Please avoid any swinging of your... dong.

[You called, Gabriel?

Not that Castiel comes when you call, mind you. See, this is why figures of speech are so hard to grasp for certain younger brothers and...

Really though. Screw with someone else.

Not the Winchesters either.]

[runnoft]

Now there's an attitude that won't get you anywhere.

[freetobe]

It got me far enough so far.

[runnoft]

Yeah, I've heard your greatest hits. Unless there's some new, incredible victory I don't know about.

[freetobe]

Not a victory, no.

[Oh, Gabe. You do not want to know.]

I didn't claim coming far was for the best.

[runnoft]

In this world it usually ain't. Best to get out while the gettin's good.

[mullets]

C'mon, man. You can put more heart into it than that.

[runnoft]

I don't have my motivation. I think I should run my lines again.

[ofthursday]

I am not entertainment.

[Just saying. Not that anyone ever listens to him on that.]

[runnoft]

Come on. You're pretty good. The faces you make- [Whistle.] There's nothing like home-made.

[ofthursday]

You desire to torment me for facial expressions.

[That's stupid, Gabriel. >:c]

[runnoft]

Come on, Cassie, don't look at me like that. If you could see you when you get all worked up like that, you'd pop some corn and kick back too.

[sticktothescript]

Hmmm...not bad. You get an A for effort by making this better than the usual boring old spiel. It made me chuckle, so hey! That's something.

[runnoft]

Zachary! And here I thought the place was missing a few good boot-lickers.

[hunter_returns]

Dude. No you don't. Your idea of like is the kind that sends most people running for the hills. [Herpexia anyone?]

[runnoft]

Stop whining, ya big lug.

[hunter_returns]

[Snort. Nope, he's not smiling, shut up.] Screw you. That's not how people normally show they like someone.

[runnoft]

[Incredibly dry and uncaring:] Careful, Sammy, you'll start deflating a guy's ego. If I start sobbing and blow out the power grid for all of Poughkeepsie, it's your ass on the line.

[hunter_returns]

[Uh huh. Sure.] Like anything is going to deflate an ego that big.

Dude, you start crying and you'll give Cas permanent brain lock.

[runnoft]

I could lock Cassandra's ass down for keeps way easier than that, Monstro.

[castfromhome]

You're agreeing to be a grown up?

Will wonders never cease?

[runnoft]

Hey, I got my dignity.

[castfromhome]

Are you certain about that little brother? After all.. running with the pagans like that.

[runnoft]

[Slightly less fun now, since, yanno, with the dying and the recent memories.]

Don't hate the players just cause your ass can't play. They're not so bad once you get to know 'em. Mostly. Their parties used to be a lot less Donner, but, hey, time makes fools of all of us.

[castfromhome]

[He gave you the chance to go, little brother. Believe it or not he didn't want it to end that way.]

I never understood why they appealed to you, Gabriel. You were stronger than any of them.

[runnoft]

[Believe it or not, that doesn't actually make the betrayal hurt any less. It doesn't make him any less dead. Gabriel's last stand was more of a test than anything- I have to take a stand so I may as well, brother, but I refuse to kill you, so let's see- will you kill me, or not?

And Lucifer failed. He failed the test.

Nothing makes that hurt any less.]

It's.... always about quantity with you people, innit? Sometimes it's the quality that counts. The motion of the ocean, brother, not the size of the ship.