brotherly love...or somesuch.
STARRING AEON_ENTWINED AS LUCIFER AND ROSIVAN AS GABRIEL
LUCE: SIIIIGHHHHH
LUCE: I'M A LIFE RUINER
LUCE: BRB ANGSTING IN HELL FOR ANOTHER MILLENNIUM
GABE: I'LL SEND YOU A CARD
GABE: HMPH
LUCE: I DON'T GET MAIL DOWN THERE
LUCE: INSENSITIVE JERK
GABE: I SEND IT VIA DAMMED SOUL
LUCE: I DON'T TOUCH DEMONS
LUCE: THEY'RE GROSS
GABE: NOT A DEMON. A SOUL. PAY ATTENTION BRO.
LUCE: DAMNED SOULS GO TO ALISTAIR.
LUCE: NOT ME.
LUCE: READ MORE LORE, BRO.
GABE: WHATEVER. CARRIER PIGEON?
LUCE: ..... THAT MIGHT WORK.
LUCE: IS IT IMMORTAL?
GABE: SURE. I'LL DO A FEW TOUCH UPS.
LUCE: OKAY, VERY GOOD.
LUCE: IT'LL BE OUR SPECIAL BRAND OF COMMUNICATION.
LUCE: EVEN THOUGH YOU COULD VISIT YOUR DEAR BROTHER QUITE EASILY.
GABE: I COULD BUT THERE'S AN ADMIRAL SOMEWHERE THAT STARTS SCREAMING WHEN I THINK THAT'S A GOOD IDEA.
LUCE: YOU WERE ALWAYS THE ONE WHO LIKED TO BEND RULES.
LUCE: WHY NOT BEND THEM FOR FAMILY?
LUCE: *guiltguiltguilt*
GABE: *PING - SHEILDS AT 100%*
GABE: CURRENTLY BENDING FOR SAMMY. SORRY BRO.
LUCE: DOES THAT MEAN I COULD STEAL MICHAEL'S VESSEL?
LUCE: OR IS HE ALREADY TAKEN BY THAT YOUNG SERAPH?
GABE: SERAPH CALLED DIBS AGES AGO.
LUCE: OH RIGHT.
LUCE: WHEN HE RAISED HIM FROM PERDITION, YES?
GABE: PUT THAT SHIT BACK TOGETHER BY HAND.
LUCE: ....... BLECH. I'D RATHER NOT HAVE HAND-ME-DOWNS ANYWAY. WHO'S STILL GOT A VESSEL AVAILABLE?
GABE: DON'T LOOK AT ME. I'M ACTUALLY USING MINE.
LUCE: YOU MADE YOURS, BRO.
LUCE: THERE'S A DIFFERENCE.
GABE: PITTER PATTER. WHATEVER.
LUCE: I CAN'T MAKE MINE.
LUCE: WHENEVER I TRY, THEY EXPLODE.
LUCE: IT'S TRAGIC, REALLY.
GABE: YOU JUST WEREN'T THAT ARTS&CRAFT-Y
LUCE: ANGEL OF WORSHIP, BRO. YOU'RE THE HERALD. YOU WERE ALWAYS MORE CREATIVELY INCLINED.
GABE: THERE'S ONLY SO MANY WAYS TO ANNOUNCE THE BIRTH OF A BABY.
LUCE: MESSENGER TOO, BRO. YOU GET TO GO ZIPPING AROUND AND GIVING PEOPLE ~CREATIVELY-WORDED MESSAGES.
GABE: http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3dltt7V961qbvk2eo1_500.gif
LUCE: CASE IN POINT, BRO.
GABE: NO ONE REMEMBERS ANYWAY. THEY TOTALLY MISQUOTED ME IN THE BOOK.
LUCE: LOOK AT ME, GABE. THEY THINK I'VE GOT HORNS AND A TAIL. WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT SHIT COME FROM?
GABE: THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GEL YOUR HAIR WRONG WHILE WEARING A TUX W/ TAILS. I TOLD YOU.
LUCE: ....... THAT IS TAKEN SO OUT OF CONTEXT. IT WAS A BALL. THE FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO DRESS IN? HEELS AND A SKIRT?
GABE: WE WERE IN FRANCE. YOU WOULD'VE BEEN FINE.
LUCE: I'M A MAN, GABRIEL. AND I DON'T FIND THE IDEA OF PRIMPING UP IN WOMEN'S CLOTHING APPEALING. I FIND IT CONSTRICTING AND VERY DNW-MAKING. THOUGH IT'S NO WONDER THEY KEEP IMAGING YOU WITH THE HARP AND THE TRUMPET AND WHATNOT. YOU HAD QUITE A BIT OF FUN WITH THE WINE.
GABE: THE FRENCH MAKE GOOD WINE. AND I LIKE ROBES - THEY'RE SWISHY AND DRAMATIC. AND I HAVE A TRUMPET, BRO.
LUCE: I KNOW YOU DO. YOU'VE MADE A POINT TO REMIND ME QUITE FREQUENTLY. AND AT VERY RUDE TIMES OF THE DAY.
GABE: WE DON'T SLEEP THEREFORE NO RUDE TIMES OF DAY.
LUCE: WE CAN SLEEP, THANKS VERY MUCH. I'M TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THAT ABILITY NOW THAT THE SCREAMS OF SOULS IMPRISONED BY ALISTAIR AND THE OTHERS AREN'T KEEPING ME UP.
GABE: BUT WE DON'T HAFTA SO THERE. AREN'T YOU KING OF HELL? TELL EM TO KEEP IT DOWN.
LUCE: I'M THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS. ALL OF YOU SHOULD BE SCARED SHITLESS OF ME. DUNNO WHY YOU'RE NOT.
GABE: CAUSE I REMEMBER WHEN YOU COULDN'T WORK YOUR WINGS RIGHT.
LUCE: THAT'S INCREDIBLY IRRELEVANT. ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING I DUMPED YOU IN THE OCEAN BEFORE YOU FIGURED OUT HOW TO SWIM PROPERLY AFTER YOU MADE FUN OF ME.
GABE: YOU WERE ALWAYS A WEE BIT SENSITIVE LUCY LOO.
LUCE: CALL ME THAT AGAIN AND MICHAEL AND I WILL BE SABOTAGING YOUR HONEYMOON.
GABE: YOU MEAN THE ONE WE ALREADY HAD?
LUCE: KNOWING YOU, I FIGURED YOU WERE GOING TO HAVE AT LEAST THREE.
GABE: damn. WELL THERE CAN ALWAYS BE MORE.
LUCE: ACTUALLY ... KNOWING YOU, MICHAEL AND I WILL HAVE ENDLESS OPPORTUNITIES. WE DO LOVE YOU, LITTLE BRO. WE JUST LIKE KEEPING YOU ON YOUR TOES.
GABE: AND PEOPLE ARE SURPRISED I HID AWAY FOR MILLENIA. SIGH.
LUCE: ISN'T IT MORE FUN NOW THAT EVERYBODY'S STRETCHING THEIR LEGS ON EARTH?
GABE: CROWDED. MORE CROWDED.
LUCE: DAD MADE THE EARTH FOR ALL OF US, BRO. THERE'S ROOM.
GABE: YEAH. LIKE THERE'S ROOM IN A DORM ROOM.
GABE: SOMEONE'S GONNA GET SEXILED AND GUESS WHAT - THAT'S NOT GONNA BE ME.
LUCE: WELL, IT'S NOT OUR FAULT WE'RE IMMENSE BEINGS THAT CAN ENCOMPASS A SUPERNOVA IF WE WANT TO.
LUCE: AND SHUT UP. YOU'VE GOT CUPID ON YOUR SIDE. MICHAEL AND I ARE OUT HERE IN THE COLD.
GABE: YOU SHUT UP. I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO SAYS HELLO PROPERLIKE TO THE CUPIDS.
LUCE: GUESS WHO NEVER ACTUALLY GETS TO SEE THEM? ME. THEY'RE SCARED SHITLESS TO GO WITHIN A GALAXY OF ME. IT'S TRAGIC, REALLY. THEY'RE HELPFUL SOLDIERS OCCASIONALLY.
GABE: WELL THAT'S NOT MY FAULT IS IT.
GABE: THEY MAKE TERRIBLE SOLIDERS. TERRIBLE.
LUCE: I SAID OCCASIONALLY. OCCASIONALLY, BRO. AND ONLY WHEN THE MOOD STRIKES. WHICH IS LITERALLY NEVER. ALSO, I FIND IT INCREDIBLY IRONIC THAT THE ONLY ONE ON MY SIDE OUT HERE IS THE ONE WHO DISOWNED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE. WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE, GABRIEL?
GABE: IF YOU HOLD IT UPSIDE DOWN, IT'S A YOUNG WOMAN, AND WHEN YOU HOLD IT RIGHT SIDE UP, IT'S AN OLD WOMAN.
LUCE: REAL FUNNY, BRO. I'M GOING TO GO SEE WHAT RAPHAEL'S BEEN UP TO. I HAVEN'T TALKED TO HIM IN A WHILE.
GABE: LAST I HEARD HE WAS STUCK IN A HOLY OIL FIRE RING.
LUCE: LET ME GUESS WHOSE FAULT THAT WAS .... WINCHESTER.
LUCE: OH WAIT ... MY MISTAKE ... IT WAS CASTIEL'S.
LUCE: CASTIEL'S WHILE HE WAS HELPING HIS LITTLE HUMAN TO TRY AND STOP ME.
GABE: LITTLE WEE CAS GOT A TASTE OF THE FREE WILL BUG, TOO. SO PROUD.
LUCE: I WAS SO PROUD OF THE LITTLE GUY, BUT REALLY. IT WOULD BE SO MUCH MORE PRODUCTIVE IF ALL HIS ZEAL HADN'T BEEN DEDICATED TO STOPPING ME. I'D GLADLY GIVE HIM A HAND IN THE WOOING DEPARTMENT. HE'S DOING AN AWFUL JOB THUS FAR.
GABE: IT'S NO FUN UNLESS HE DOES IT HIMSELF. AND HE WASN'T THE ONLY ONE LOOKING TO STOP YOU.
LUCE: YEAH. I HEARD ABOUT THAT. WASN'T IT BASICALLY THE ENTIRE PLANET? INCLUDING THAT SLY BASTARD CROWLEY?
GABE: SORRY BRO. POLLS WERE BAD IN YOUR FAVOUR.
LUCE: WHAT AM I DOING? NOTHING. I LOVE EARTH. I LOVE DAD'S WORK. YOU COULD CALL ME A ... HIPPIE. I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY EVERYONE WAS SHITTING THEIR PANTS OVER THE IDEA THAT I WANTED TO TOAST THE PLANET.
GABE: YOU ALWAYS FORGET HUMANS ARE DAD'S GREATEST WORK. YOU CAN'T JUST HIT THREE BOTTLES AND GO HOME WITH THE BEAR.
LUCE: BUT THEY'RE ALL .... DELICATE. AND COMBUST EASILY. IT'S NOT MY FAULT IF I POKE ONE AND IT EXPLODES. THEY'RE FUN TO PLAY WITH, THOUGH. I'LL GIVE THE OLD MAN THAT MUCH.
GABE: THEY'RE NOT HELIUM BALLOONS, LUCE. YOU NEVER COULD GET IT.
LUCE: THEY'RE TINY. AND THEY'RE FUN TO PLAY WITH. IT'S NOT LIKE I WANT TO HURT THEM. THEY CAN'T HANDLE MY .... ANGEL-NESS, APPARENTLY. WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?
GABE: WELL. AN APOCOLYPSE SORT OF DESTROYS MOST OF THEM. PLUS THAT CROATOAN THING YOU HAD BREWED UP.