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[onlyhomemade]

[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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[what_he_needs]

[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.]

[first_demon]

[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.

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[eatsyourscience]

[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.

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[quis_ut_deus]

[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.]

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[guestlectures]

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

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[onsilksheets]

[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.