#[ just an illusion. | trickheaven ]

[timeisbrain]

@trickheaven sent: ❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞

❝ You'd think me saying, "Don't touch that" to an entity as old as time wouldn't result in such a visceral reaction. Is this why God is so HORNY FOR OBEDIENCE these days? Because of angels like you? ❞

[timeisbrain]

STEPHEN SQUINTS. There's a slight tick of his jaw as his posture adjusts, but after a deep breath, he says, ❝ If you're trying to make a case for me to help you, you're doing a half-assed job of it. ❞

Though even Stephen can't disagree that he was a haughty bitch who thought he was better than everyone else and needed to get knocked down a peg or two or twenty. But who's counting?

❝ Fine, Gabriel. Tell me who you're after, and maybe I'LL HAVE SOMETHING that fits your target well. I will not help you kill anyone though. Do we have an understanding? ❞

                              "DO NOT COMPARE ME TO THAT FUCKING GOAT." Strange receives an utterly unimpressed look as Gabriel keeps sifting through the artifacts, at least until the fucking wardrobe decides to join the argument and slaps his hand. Well, Gabriel is childish enough to slap right back, thanks.

                               "And who the fuck says I'm pranking innocents? First of all, nobody is innocent. Except for little children, and the only prank I'm playing on them is the I stole your nose thing. Which every adult does at some point, so don't get all high and mighty about it. No, my victims are the assholes that hit their wives or experiment on animals or take advantage of their students. The haughty bitches who think they're better than everyone else and need to get knocked down a peg or two." He points at Strange. "You in your brain surgeon era were definitely a candidate for that."

[timeisbrain]

❝ I THINK YOU'VE HIT UP THE WRONG magician for help in this area, Gabriel. ❞ A scrutinizing eyebrow raises. ❝ Pretty sure one of the green, black, and gold variety who shares your alias would be more amendable to your interests. ❞

The Cloak of Levitation reaches out to swat Gabriel's hands away from... well, everything.

❝ You know I can't help you in causing misfortune and mayhem for innocents. ❞

                              HE POINTS AT THE DOCTOR. "You know, that's fair. I respect Wong enough to not destroy his weird lil hobby. He's an awesome illegal cage fighter, after all." Putting the bottle down gingerly, Gabriel then walks over to another table of funny little (and possibly cursed) artifacts. "I'm here because I'm looking for a cool gadget. You know, it's not easy to come up with cool prank ideas all the time. You need inspiration. I'm window-shopping in your little…" He flaps his hands. "... clubhouse."

[timeisbrain]

❝ BECAUSE WONG SPENT THREE YEARS making that ship in a bottle, and if you break it—even if you're not scared of me—you should be scared of him. ❞

With a twist of his wrist, the bottle disappears from the display stand. In its place is a egg of color changing silly putty. It seems more palatable for this particular angel's sensibilities. Purple turns to pink! Fascinating!

❝ I'm afraid to ask, but curiosity is getting the better of me: To what do I owe THE INCONVENIENCE of a visit from you? ❞

He seems to actually think about this. "You know, that's entirely possible. Though I'd argue that my brother Luci started this whole shtick because he was the first to disobey. Now!" He rubs his hands. "Why shouldn't I touch this? Will it curse me? Will it release unspeakable horrors upon the world?"