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[The feed is a little shaky as Gabriel walks.]

Well, well, look what I finally found.

[He pauses to pan the camera around the Music Room. But he's not giving away any clue as to where it ended up this time. He'll turn the camera on himself, flashing pearly whites in an almost overly friendly grin.]

And aren't you in for a treat. [His other hand brings up a Trumpet, fingers pressing on the valve buttons as they make little clicks.]

See you in a bit Wonderland.

[The feed goes off and when it turns on again he'll be setting the device on a surface before backing off. He sits in a large, comfy armchair in his room. The lighting is low, casting shadows by candle-light, but that's how he likes it, that's how it was back home.]

I'm sure those of you unfamiliar with the various stories of me aren't aware I even know how to play. And I thought in light of recent events I could ... share my talent. Since I don't really sing, I thought I could play for you instead.

[He settles into a comfortable position with a brisk clearing of his throat. He licks his lips, flashing a quick glance to the camera before lifting the instrument to his mouth. With a deep breath he closes his eyes and breathes into it to start playing a swinging blues tune. It's not every day you get to hear the Archangel Gabriel blowing his horn without it signalling something huge, so enjoy it.]

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[Michael's finger hovers above the button on his device, but before he could press it, and see his brother's video, he hears it. The low, muffled sounds that were so familiar to him, but he hadn't heard in such a long time. Too long, really.

Cat bumps against his knee, and he gives her a quick pet before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing.

He moves quietly, pushing open the door and shutting it behind him, not realizing what he's doing until he's outside Gabriel's room. Michael leans against the wall, close enough to the door he can hear the music. He closes his eyes, and just listens for a little while.]

[She listens for awhile, both intrigued and naturally wary. Gabriel blowing his horn doesn't always end in pleasant things. But this is beautiful and she takes it for what it is.]

You have skilled fingers.

[There's something itching at the back of his skull, a gentle, familiar static crawling over his skin. He knows Michael is near but it doesn't cause him to falter in his playing. Once through there is a lengthy pause, cocking his head slightly as he feels for his Twin on the other side of the door. With a sigh he stands, setting the instrument aside. They may no longer share that strong a bond but he can still sense when his brother is creepering on him.

He opens the door and gives the other a somewhat weary look, though he's not unhappy to see him.]

You have a terrible hovering habit you know. The door was unlocked you could've let yourself in if you wanted to have a listen. You're always welcome here, brother.

[He'll turn from the door to walk back in to his room and have a seat, leaving the door open in invitation to the other to join him.]

[Luckily for Lilith this isn't his horn, just an average trumpet he found. To her comment he smiles, though it's a bit lopsided with his smirking. It's clear by the somewhat mischievous look to his expression that his mind went in the gutter there.]

Thank you. Though, it doesn't just take dexterous fingers to play a Trumpet you know. You've got to be skilled with your lips and know how to blow properly.

[A playful look. Take that as you wish, he may have been intentionally implying some naughtier things. And perhaps he shouldn't be speaking to a Demon this way but what's the harm in a little banter? It was all in good fun.]

[Her mind had been there to begin with, more than happy to suggest something quite flirtatious and naughty. She's pleased that he followed her lead and joined her suggestiveness.]

I had heard that the tongue is necessary as well. I imagine it takes a strong tongue and full lips.

[Her eyes are knowing and dark, interested to see how far he would go in playing with her.]

[Souji listens intently until Gabriel's done. He has no clue he's an angel, let alone which one he is, so when he claps at the end, he has no clue he's gotten to hear something most people don't.]

I've never met anyone else here who plays trumpet.

[There's nothing like Gabriel playing his horn to put believers of the Apocalypse on edge. Michael knows what the start of the Apocalypse is supposed to sound like, though, and it's not so upbeat.

He looks puzzled when his image flicks to life.]

Interesting selection. I wouldn't have expected you to choose something composed by a human.

[It's curiosity rather than an attempt to make a point. Gabriel's contempt for humanity doesn't quite reach Lucifer's, but he's aware that the archangel is no fan of theirs.]

Someone knows their blues. [And Alana likes it.]

[It was easy to get caught up in the music as it plays and Bela grants him the courtesy of listening before he finishes playing the tune. When the feed at her end clicks on, he'd be able to hear a soft round of applause.]

Bravo. Not what I was expecting but still; you have quite the talent.

[There's a low chuckle at that, oh, this was indeed a fun little game they were playing.]

Indeed. Of course, I can really only prove it through example. Though I've yet to have any complaints.

[A smirk at that, he's confident in his prowess.]

[His confidence is refreshing, especially as nothing bores her more than people stammering in surprise and bashfulness. The fact he can play with her was pleasing.]

I am open to all sorts of examples. If you have one in mind?

[He smiles softly and gives a little bow to the camera. Though what the other says is enough to get his brows to knit some.]

Really? That's almost a little sad to hear. The instrument deserves more love.

[A glance over the young man through the feed.]

Do you have one there with you? I wouldn't mind hearing you play, if you're feeling up for it.

Hello Michael, it pleases me to have caught your ear.

[He shrugs at the mention of his selection.]

I was merely playing to my audience, least the majority anyway.

[He chuckles softly.] Thank you.

And I should hope so, I've seen the evolution of music through time and the Greats of the Blues world at their earliest development.

[A light shrug and a sort of teeter-totter of his head before he leans in a little closer as if telling her a secret.] I may have given the first a gentle push in the right direction.

[A nod and a wink.]

[He's pleased by all the applause he's receiving and gives a small bow with a grin.]

Thank you.

May I ask what you were expecting? I could perhaps play something else if you like?

One? [A small laugh at the idea. How quaint.]

I have several. Come now, I didn't achieve such skill by just playing with my horn.

I certainly hope not. It seems lonely to play your horn without a proper audience. Or with a guiding hand to lead you along. Lucky for you, I offer both gladly.

Something more doom and gloom?

[She offers a smile in return.]

No, it's fine, I liked that. Anything like it would be good to hear. [It's been a while since she's heard music similar to it.]

[He sighs when the music stops, the pleasant melody replaced with footsteps as his brother crosses his room. Michael straightens up, clasping his hands behind his back, only frowning slightly at the look Gabriel gives him when he opens the door.

Michael wouldn't have just gone into his twin's room, not unless directly invited, as he didn't feel that he deserved that much yet. Even if Gabriel said otherwise.]

You didn't have to stop.

[There's another, softer and more disappointed sigh, as he closes the door behind him. He takes a moment to look around Gabriel's room, and chooses to sit on the floor, back against the wall and legs folded underneath him.]

I wish you hadn't.

Sure. [Souji smiles a little.] Maybe you can give me some pointers.

[Gabriel's quite a bit better than he is, after all.]

Give me a minute.

[He disappears from the feed for a moment as he finds his trumpet and tunes it real quick. He comes back and smiles again.]

Go easy on me, okay?

[He hasn't warmed up properly, but he'll give it a go anyway. He chooses a relatively simple song, one he knows from memory. Technically he does just fine, skipping over any missteps easily enough. They happen; he's not going to stop because of them. He's got good tone, but he's by no means a virtuoso.

The area where he really shines is feeling, which he's always felt silly saying. Despite being neutral to a fault most of the time, he can express emotion fluently through music.

When he finishes, he lowers the trumpet and looks up again.]

Brandishing a trumpet does tend to catch my eye.

[Considering he's the archangel Gabriel and all. Michael still looks simply curious, though.]

I didn't think you cared for their attention, either.

A man can't help being lonely sometimes.

[Though he seems intrigued by her offer, its only been a few days since they took interest in each other. And he certainly won't forget that promise.]

Quite a generous offer indeed. Have you made yourself at home here yet? I could always give you a private demonstration. Maybe then you can help me work out the kinks?

From what I understand, the kinks depend entirely on the instrument itself. If you would allow a guiding hand, I think that I could easily press it into submission.

I have settled in very nicely. The room is very quaint, though I do not often sleep. So I have taken to wandering about.

[But she does give a hint to her location.]

The gardens here are very lush and strangely secluded.

I think you've got the wrong Archangel, though my more gloomy Twin doesn't have a talent for an instrument.

[A pause for thought, then he'll nod to himself and raise the instrument to begin playing another for her.]

[Gabriel watches the other with some curiosity, chuckling softly when his twin chooses the floor over a comfy arm chair or even the foot of his bed. With a sigh he'll pick up the instrument, fiddling with it a moment as he considers what to play, if anything. But, since his Twin wanted to hear him play, who was he to deny him. He settles on a slower, more soulful piece to share with his brother. It's just the two of them now, well, anyone else near enough to hear him.]

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