[OTA] It's been a long time coming and the tables have been turned.....

[painhumbles]

In the middle of the little walled town (it's a quiet village, you know), there is a donkey. Specifically, there is a pissed off donkey that used to be an archangel. Gabriel, to be honest, has had better days. In fact, he'll take getting trapped in a ring of holy fire while simultaneously being blood-bonded to his crazy ex-girlfriend over this any

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[boundtostay]

There is a long-haired calico cat sauntering through the barracks, occasionally stopping to study people with a much too intelligent, green-eyed stare. As she slides out from between two cabins, she catches sight of the donkey, and pauses to stare at him for a second before she beelines straight for him at a jog, sits down directly in front of him, and just stays there, looking at him.

"Already?" she sighs in mild disgust after a minute. "What did you do?"

[painhumbles]

It takes Gabriel half a second longer than it should to process that not only is this cat talking, it's not talking cat, which, well, multilingualism did not just extend to human languages. He could speak cat... You know, if he wanted to.

Whether or not the cat spoke fluent bitchy donkey was another story. I didn't get the part in Midsummer Night's Dream that ends in an orgy, that's for sure.

[boundtostay]

She sighs, the tip of her tail twitching slightly. "Well, that explains everything." She means the comment itself, more than the content of the comment. "A week in and already some of you are down your opposable thumbs. No wonder the fairies always win."

[painhumbles]

Gabriel snorts indignantly. "Or maybe they always win, because you can't beat them." Because this wouldn't be an issue period if that bitch had just submitted to his usually superior archangel might.

...He's arguing with a cat. HIS LIFE.

[boundtostay]

The cat snickers, a short of chirping half-purr sound. "You're clearly doing well showing them who's boss."

Fairies always win because you're stupid, Gabriel. Not for any reason related to archangels.

[painhumbles]

"I'm off my game." Donkeys do not have the facial muscles to look snide, sadly. "Who'd you piss off?"

Because she's clearly NOT ONLY A CAT. Angels know these things, even if getting an impression off a soul in this joint is like trying to read Greek iambic pentameter blindfolded.

[boundtostay]

The cat looks briefly startled, and then flattens her ears back against her skull. She doesn't answer for a moment, and then replies in a flat, even tone, "Pissing them off isn't the only way to get screwed over - just the most popular."

[painhumbles]

POWERS OF PISSING PEOPLE OFF AND CATCHING THEM OFF-GUARD STILL INTACT. There is hope for this place after all. Good job, Miss Kitty. You've just made Gabriel's day. "Damned period, huh? Guess that's not much incentive for me to keep my trap shut."

He is so pleased with himself right now. At the Cat's expense. Look, sometimes one just needs a little schadenfreude.

[boundtostay]

She rises with the sort of dignity only an affronted cat can muster, lazily, like this conversation doesn't matter to her one way or the other. Which it doesn't.

As she starts to saunter off, she comments without bothering to look back, "At least I turned out cute. You're just a jackass." Maybe not the most terribly clever comment, but oh so satisfying to say.