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Trickster, Angel, and all around troublemaker ((Application, Gabriel, SPN canon))
Voices were heard in the Sorting Room well in advance of their arrival.
“.. c’mon. I’m alive again, we should celebrate. You, me, a bottle of tequila, white sandy beaches..”
The woman laughed lightly, “Sorry sweetie. I’m spoken for.”
Gabriel, renegade archangel and Trickster extraordinaire touched down in the Sorting Room. He looked marginally impressed. “Really? Now you’ve gotta spill. Who’s the guy that managed to sweep you off your feet?”
“Bye Gabriel. I’d say behave, but you and I both know better. See ya around.”
He examined his pocket, pulling out what looked suspiciously like a can of diet orange soda. Relieved that the illusion was still in place, Gabriel tucked it away again. With a snap of his fingers, he summoned up a candy bar before sauntering over to the table where the dictaquill hovered expectantly.
State your name.
“I’ve gone by so many names,” he said, casually amused by the floating feather. “Loki, Anansi, Coyote, they’re all equally good. Trickster if you want to cover all of your lore-oriented bases.”
When it began to write Gabriel, he snapped his fingers. The quill crossed out the name, but it was still visible. “Hang on. Witness protection, remember? Not that name.” He frowned. Something was out there countering his not-inconsiderable power. It was odd, but he’d let it go for the moment.
“Fine. Gabriel,” he relented with an aggrieved sigh. Better to let it pass than summon up enough power to alert the tattered remains of his very estranged family where he was.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
“Cheese? You’re bringing me back from the dead to ask about cheese? Okay, I’ll play along. Those little fried cheese sticks. Dipped in maple syrup. Oh, or chocolate. I’ve gotta hand it to those mortals, show them a deep fryer and they’ll drop damn near anything in it.” He had a notoriously sweet tooth and anything that involved copious amounts of sugar he’d get behind.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
“Kill them? Okay, granted they should both be taken out, but you should at least take the time to make it a really imaginative death. Have fun with it. Hot air balloon falling from the sky, smooshing them into paste? Send them scuba diving during shark week and stick a steak in their pants?”
3. What time is it where you are?
Gabriel made an exaggerated show of checking his very blank wrist. “Last I looked it was counting down to the Apocalypse. Since we’re still standing and I’m reading this charming little questionnaire, I’m assuming someone hit the snooze bar on the whole brotherly throw down?”
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
He gave the application an affronted look. “Harass? Look, if you have to harass them, you’re obviously not doing it right. Now granted, having been recently returned from the dead, I wouldn’t mind some soft female company,” an immediately another blonde manifests and curls herself around his arm. “I can appreciate the need for a little companionship.” He winked. “But get your own.”
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
“The Mystery Spot.” Now that had been a good time. Okay, it took nearly a year before the message got through Sam Winchester’s impossibly thick skull, but it had been an entertaining challenge finding new ways to kill Dean every day. He was particularly proud of the one that involved the marching band and the duck..
B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
“Married? Oh hell no. Getting that attached to anyone is an incredibly bad idea. Keep it simple and look out for your own keister. But to play along, I’ll say, the one on the left?”
C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
Gabriel smirked, “Probably because you aren’t employing the right help?” With one snap, a curvaceous blonde in a skimpy secretarial outfit appeared on his arm. “Or just bypass the paperwork entirely and set your desk on fire?”
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
His smirk widened into a larger, even more confident grin. “I’ve been kicking around Creation since Dad snapped his fingers and brought the whole mess to light. Since I took a, ah, leave of absence from home, I started roaming this little blue ball as one of a hundred different Tricksters. Had a lot of laughs and a lot of fun.”
From out of his pocket, he produced that same orange soda can and smirked. Only now it was a gleaming silver sword. “Oh yeah, I’m also an archangel. Not exactly useless.”
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
He grinned easily. “I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement. So long as you don’t let the family know where I am, we’re good.” It didn’t help that he could already sense at least one or two of his celestial brethren kicking around the castle. Hopefully he could maintain a safe enough distance and not get dragged into the fight again. Once was enough.
“ And like I said before, I’ve been around awhile. So let’s talk.”
*OOC*~
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. -Loki
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. -Trickster
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. -Coyote
One day, marmalade will rule the world. -Anansi
“.. c’mon. I’m alive again, we should celebrate. You, me, a bottle of tequila, white sandy beaches..”
The woman laughed lightly, “Sorry sweetie. I’m spoken for.”
Gabriel, renegade archangel and Trickster extraordinaire touched down in the Sorting Room. He looked marginally impressed. “Really? Now you’ve gotta spill. Who’s the guy that managed to sweep you off your feet?”
“Bye Gabriel. I’d say behave, but you and I both know better. See ya around.”
He examined his pocket, pulling out what looked suspiciously like a can of diet orange soda. Relieved that the illusion was still in place, Gabriel tucked it away again. With a snap of his fingers, he summoned up a candy bar before sauntering over to the table where the dictaquill hovered expectantly.
State your name.
“I’ve gone by so many names,” he said, casually amused by the floating feather. “Loki, Anansi, Coyote, they’re all equally good. Trickster if you want to cover all of your lore-oriented bases.”
When it began to write Gabriel, he snapped his fingers. The quill crossed out the name, but it was still visible. “Hang on. Witness protection, remember? Not that name.” He frowned. Something was out there countering his not-inconsiderable power. It was odd, but he’d let it go for the moment.
“Fine. Gabriel,” he relented with an aggrieved sigh. Better to let it pass than summon up enough power to alert the tattered remains of his very estranged family where he was.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
“Cheese? You’re bringing me back from the dead to ask about cheese? Okay, I’ll play along. Those little fried cheese sticks. Dipped in maple syrup. Oh, or chocolate. I’ve gotta hand it to those mortals, show them a deep fryer and they’ll drop damn near anything in it.” He had a notoriously sweet tooth and anything that involved copious amounts of sugar he’d get behind.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
“Kill them? Okay, granted they should both be taken out, but you should at least take the time to make it a really imaginative death. Have fun with it. Hot air balloon falling from the sky, smooshing them into paste? Send them scuba diving during shark week and stick a steak in their pants?”
3. What time is it where you are?
Gabriel made an exaggerated show of checking his very blank wrist. “Last I looked it was counting down to the Apocalypse. Since we’re still standing and I’m reading this charming little questionnaire, I’m assuming someone hit the snooze bar on the whole brotherly throw down?”
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
He gave the application an affronted look. “Harass? Look, if you have to harass them, you’re obviously not doing it right. Now granted, having been recently returned from the dead, I wouldn’t mind some soft female company,” an immediately another blonde manifests and curls herself around his arm. “I can appreciate the need for a little companionship.” He winked. “But get your own.”
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
“The Mystery Spot.” Now that had been a good time. Okay, it took nearly a year before the message got through Sam Winchester’s impossibly thick skull, but it had been an entertaining challenge finding new ways to kill Dean every day. He was particularly proud of the one that involved the marching band and the duck..
B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
“Married? Oh hell no. Getting that attached to anyone is an incredibly bad idea. Keep it simple and look out for your own keister. But to play along, I’ll say, the one on the left?”
C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
Gabriel smirked, “Probably because you aren’t employing the right help?” With one snap, a curvaceous blonde in a skimpy secretarial outfit appeared on his arm. “Or just bypass the paperwork entirely and set your desk on fire?”
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
His smirk widened into a larger, even more confident grin. “I’ve been kicking around Creation since Dad snapped his fingers and brought the whole mess to light. Since I took a, ah, leave of absence from home, I started roaming this little blue ball as one of a hundred different Tricksters. Had a lot of laughs and a lot of fun.”
From out of his pocket, he produced that same orange soda can and smirked. Only now it was a gleaming silver sword. “Oh yeah, I’m also an archangel. Not exactly useless.”
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
He grinned easily. “I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement. So long as you don’t let the family know where I am, we’re good.” It didn’t help that he could already sense at least one or two of his celestial brethren kicking around the castle. Hopefully he could maintain a safe enough distance and not get dragged into the fight again. Once was enough.
“ And like I said before, I’ve been around awhile. So let’s talk.”
*OOC*~
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. -Loki
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. -Trickster
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. -Coyote
One day, marmalade will rule the world. -Anansi
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" The steps, they move I actually met Sam in the library. Dean at a party. They've not let me down. I can't complain at all."
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Oh he liked her.
Which could be either very good, or (in the Winchesters’ collective case) very dangerous.
“See? Case in point. None of it happened on purpose. Yet another good thing they fell ass-backwards into.” Gabriel shifted his arm around her shoulders. Being trapped anywhere always made him jumpy.
“They're good at getting into trouble. That's about it. Not like you. You're good at these," he said, diving in for another cookie.
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" Part of me wants to say you're almost worried about them." she said with a little grin across her face. She winked leaning in whispering " Don't worry I won't tell."
" I am kind of glad to have people to cook for here. It's been a while." she smiled " So, anytime you want just come by my room I'll have a box of them for ya."
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He never worried about them. But the more he ran into those two dopes, the more he started to, well, like them. Despite their many, and extremely irritating, flaws, they were good people. Examples of what happened when his Father's children got it right. And even when they didn't, they at least tried.
Gabriel pushed those thoughts from his mind, as they inevitably lead somewhere depressing, and chose to focus on her offer. He brightened and waggled his eyebrows. "Don't tease. I don't sleep, you know."
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" I wouldn't tease about cookies." she said as a matter of factually.
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"Sookie, m'dear," he said, propping his feet up on a newly manifested ottoman, "I think we will, especially if you continue to brave the kitchens and come up with wonderful things like these cookies."
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" Like I said, it's nice to have a reason to bake again. As lame as it sounds.." she shrugged some.
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Innocently, he raised his eyebrows, "Dean? I didn't know he had it in him. What'd he do, beat up the dough for you?"
Details. Please. He wanted more.
It took a monumental amount of angelic self control to keep Gabriel from bouncing with sheer delight.
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" Don't you be teasing him too much on it. It's rare that a guy like that is even near a kitchen you know."
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That didn't mean he wasn't going to do anything to Dean of course. Delighted images were already popping to mind. First, a pink, frilly apron.
"And given that it's Dean, I'm surprised the mook managed to cook anything without blowing the kitchen sky high in the process."
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" I was there every step. The pie turned out pretty good actually."
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Gabriel couldn't believe his luck. Before he got into much more trouble, or risked getting cut off from a very good supply of baked goods, he nodded and manifested up a few more drinks.
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" That way I can at least give you a vote in your favor."
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Vote Hufflepuff.