Isaiah 14:17 / Fallen!Gabe AU

[trickster_mk2]

[video]

[It’s a rocky outcrop in the desert. The city stinks like all the filth of humanity, and there’s only so long Gabriel can stand that before wanting to crush it all into dust, buildings and people and steel. Out here is better- the air is dry and pure and hot enough to suck all the liquid from your breath. And from blood

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[malfunctionbot]

Th' entire city is goin' crazy... Ain't ya got s-somethin' better t' do?

[trickster_mk2]

Than save my brother?

No, Tin-Man, I don't. Not all of us have so little purpose that we can spend our days singing.

[malfunctionbot]

[Puff of steam at that.]

Shore seems like a better purpose than shootin' off cryptic messages over the net-net-network an' scarin' half th' population like a jerk. Ya should take up paintin' or make yer own band if yer that desperate for a hobby. Probably a l-lot more fulfillin', don'tcha think?

[trickster_mk2]

I'd hate to be one of your brothers, if you think standing by them is such a chore, Tin-Man.

As for the town? [He nods away, to the blur of what could be a city, away in the distance] They'll all be dead, sooner or later. Who cares?

[malfunctionbot]

H-hey, I ain't sayin' that. I'll keep my brothers safe t' th' b-best o' my ability. Always have an' always will. But I ain't'a 'bout t' set th' town on fire just for their sakes. I ain't got a clue w-w-what your brother's situation is though, so what else can I say on t-that? Gotta give me more of an outline o' th' plan or somethin' if ya really care what I have t' say.

[And that is, pretty unsettling. Like wow.] Ain't all life p-precious an' all that jazz? Shore, humans got tiny lifespans an' don't always make th' best o' choices, but... [A half-hearted shrug.] What's left when they go? Me an' you? That it? As great o' c-c-company as ya might be, gotta admit it would get borin' after awhile.

[trickster_mk2]

I'm not going to set the town on fire, Rabbit. That would be pointless. [He's almost laughing, although actually, it's not very reassuring] I'm going to burn down the stars and drown the world if I have to.

[There's another small smile, and Gabriel shakes his head] Not even you, Tin-Man. We start over, as soon as Lucifer is back where he should be, free. Raise it to the ground and start over, no distractions or divisions.

[malfunctionbot]

[Simply,] Why?

[It's not really quite clear how Rabbit feels about this sudden information, his copper countenance is quite unreadable, optics distantly focused on the angel on the other line.

But why? What's the point? Why start over? Something really just isn't connecting with Rabbit here. It's too great for his A.I. too properly handle and sort through.]

[trickster_mk2]

[Huh. There's something in that simple word that makes Gabriel pity the Robot. He pities humanity anyway- they're pathetic creatures, too self-assured and negligent to be allowed to survive, but they'll live until they've served their purpose. The Robot though, well, it's a creation too, like the angels. Made with a purpose. The only difference is that Rabbit was made by human hands and as such, is as damned as the rest of them.]

Because that's how it has to be. To get Lucifer back and end all of this. They're the reason Dad left, the reason Michael kicked Lucifer out. Once they're gone, there's no more problems.

[malfunctionbot]

[Rabbit falls into a very unusual silence.

His face twists oddly, confusion etched into every crude seam and crooked line of his expression, mismatched optics going too bright as the very gears of his mind are whirling about in double time, clicking loudly enough that Gabriel would be able to hear them over the device in hand.]

Y-y-y-ya can't just...I....Ya..... [And this his head twitches to the side violently. Twice. Three times. Twitches in time.] -ERROR ERROR OCCURRED. ERROR 401. HTTP ERROR 401: UNAUTHORIZiiiiiiiiizzzzzzzeeeeeeeeed- [The robot's voice dissolves into a garbled, indecipherable static, tone all monotone and robotic, his head twitching, arms jerking, steam suddenly bursting forth from seams and vents and mouth in too heavy streams. For all intents, the robot appears to be suffering a seizure of some sort, one of his less-than-mild malfunctions that sometimes hit when overloaded or under too much emotional distress.]

[trickster_mk2]

[Gabriel watches, not a muscle moving on his face, only a vague look of interest in his expression. But as soon as the robot seems to be twitching away happily by itself, and not about to explode, he looses interest.]

Guess you're not going to make it to Emerald City, are you?

[malfunctionbot]

[There's a loud CRACK and a burst of static electricity as the phone in Rabbit's grip snaps in half during his malfunction, the screen splitting right down the middle before said phone tumbles to the floor in pieces. The last thing the angel would see would be the copper 'bot's optics fading to nothingness, all black, as his body slumps forward, system offline.]