Wings

[tricksterofthelord]

[Oh, hey, there is Gabriel! Unfortunately, he won't be so amused about you, regarding he has some issues right now.]

I approve of irony, I really am, but sometimes it gets too much. [Especially when it's played on him. The Trickster likes games, but not being played with. Just like now. Gabriel has lost his powers, all of it, but got apparent wings. Fair trade? Not. So, where else he would be drinking away his annoyance than the bar! His shirt is ripped where the wings suddenly started to grow just like that. He didn't even bother to change it just yet.]

But good sense of humor, really, brilliant... [Not really.]


((ooc: Finally posting, and yes, Gabriel's first experiment~))

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[sosweet]

Nice wings. [Chillin' in the shadows. Oh, you will not get rid of him that easily~]

[tricksterofthelord]

[Gabriel fights back a shiver at that voice.]

Aren't they? [He flashes a grin at Saga then.] Who needs wing-men with these two cuties now, eh? [And he snaps his fingers, trying to at least put some light around him for effect, but nothing happens. Old habits die hard after all. He hopes Saga won't notice it was meant more than just some random snapping, ahahaha~]

[sosweet]

[Too bad he's not as oblivious as Gabriel thinks. There's a chuckle at the snapping.]

Oh? [This made his day, eheheh~]

[tricksterofthelord]

[The angel lets out an annoyed sound as he's crossing his arms. He looks more like a sulky child now. His day just got the worse!]

Oh yes, for example this lady Athena, maybe I could get her to pet them, easing my pain of bearing such a weight on my shoulders... literally. And then I'd easy her pain alright. [Snorts.]

[sosweet]

[Oh you didn‘t...] [A deadly glare. Suddenly, Gabriel is hit violently by an invisible force that he would have resisted normally.

Yes, while he can, he will.]

[tricksterofthelord]

[Gabriel doesn't even have time to let out a sound at the blast. He fell heavily on the floor, his wings waving around in a panicky matter as he tries to stand up, but the alcohol he consumed might be more than he can handle right now. So, sitting it is.] SON OF A BITCH--! Don't you guys have honor, or something like that?! Hurting the weak! What would your precious goddess say 'bout it?!

[After all Gabriel is still a child, and a child who had never felt mortal pain before. More to sulk about.]

[sosweet]

[Well, there's always a first time for everything. Saga comes out of the dark with a subtle, menacing gaze.]

You should be more careful with what you say. Ladies do not deserve such disrespect.

[And if he ever finds out the archangel did so with Morgana, then he will get more than just a blast...]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Have a very skeptical Sherlock. He is an honest Agnostic: There's as much proof that there is a God as that there isn't. He is undecided.]

Let me guess... The irony is that this isn't a disguise?

[tricksterofthelord]

[The angel frowns and turns toward Sherlock, and eyes him for a moment.]

Expecting a price now, hot-shot? Here, serve yourself a drink, you've earned it. [He would do it personally, by snapping his fingers, but yes, no powers.]

And don't start with the angel babble, if you do, then these are not real, I was drunk one night an' a buddy of mine 's a surgeon with these huge pet eagles. You can tell the rest.

Sorry for delays - notifs are broken :(

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock eyes the man as he pours himself a drink.]

"Angel Stuff"? That would require that I believe in angels. I believe in aliens before angels...

[Not that he thinks either exists in his personal universe - but this place has taught him a few things.]

No prob! ^^

[tricksterofthelord]

You wouldn't guess how close those two are, bro. [Gabriel's slightly relieved that this person not a "hardcore" religious one. But it's annoying that he can't mind-read now.] So, you're seeing dudes with wings all the time then, Spock?

Thanks :)

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Oh, I probably could guess, but it wouldn't be worth it.

[He eye's the man at the name "Spock," John had called him that. He is somewhat lost without his blogger.]

I've seen more here that I never expected to be possible....

[Which is his way to say he hasn't but it's not longer unexpected.]

^-^

[tricksterofthelord]

[The angel sticks his lower lip out in a thinking manner.] Yep, nothing fun there if it's not a prank. [He grunts as he's thinking about that alien-trick, on of his favorites, oh... How he misses his powers...]

[Then he snorts a little as he sips more from his very sugary and strong cocktail.] A regular Plane-attendant, wow, explains it all! No one's ever surprised here anymore 'bout anything.

[bonnypiperlad]

[As luck would have it, that catches the attention of a young man in a kilt who's wandered in, and prompts a rather puzzled look as a result. Someone doesn't quite get it.]

Hey? What do ye mean, irony?

[tricksterofthelord]

Last I checked it's a phrase for something that's funny in a not funny way. [Gabriel grunts and leans his forehead down the counter. He just loves to suffer visibly...]

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye, I know that. [His mouth pulls off a little to one side, but almost immediately snaps back to normal.]

I meant more what's happened that's causing ye to say that. Did the Plane do something, then?

[tricksterofthelord]

[Gabriel sighs again, not even lifting up his head.]

Kinda... I'm in the middle of an experiment, kid...

[bonnypiperlad]

Och. [He takes a closer look at the back of the man's shirt - those do look like fairly new tears there, come to think of it. Without a word, he ducks behind the bar where he usually tucks away a bottle of his favorite whisky, and sets it down in front of Gabriel.]

Here. If that's the case, ye could likely use it a bit more than me. I'm Jamie, by the way.

[tricksterofthelord]

[Gabriel lifts his head to look at the whiskey.] Ya speak my language, kiddo. [And he would create two glasses if he could but realizing he can't results him grunting annoyed.]

I'm Loki. [Gabriel says as he gets the glasses and opens the bottle.] Usually my intros are more awesome tho'.

[dritte_tochter]

[he really should have fixed up his shirt! Suiseiseki doesn't get why he's so sour, but she does have a knack with sewing, so]

You should take better care of our garments, desu.

[tricksterofthelord]

[Gabriel can't do anything without his powers, especially sewing.]

Next time when giant wings bursts out of my back out of a sudden, I'll be more careful-- [But then he stops and looks around, searching for the owner of the voice, only spotting the little doll a bit late.]

You were just talking, sweetheart?

[dritte_tochter]

You mean you weren't made with wings?

[and that question gets a bit of an indignant huff] Of course I did, desu!

[tricksterofthelord]

I-I was, but my real wings're far more attractive than these sorry copies. [Gabriel sighs, stretching the mentioned parts of his.]

Don't get all worked up, doll, it's just you remind me of a trick I pulled once, oh how humans could be afraid of talking puppets, you'd be surprised. [He laughs at the memory, but makes him sour too, so there goes a few more gulps from his drink.]

[dritte_tochter]

We aren't puppets, desu! [she's both indignant and sad] Just because you might be one's Master doesn't mean you should hurt us!

[tricksterofthelord]

But you're as pretty as a doll. [Wink.] I'm not anyone's Master, sugarplum, and I only hurt the ones who deserve it you see. So don't make those sad eyes at me, a'rite?