There's a cat in the kettle at the Peking Moon....
Who: An Archangel (painhumbles ) and a Fucking Talking Cat-Thing (inkyubeytor )
When: Monday afternoon, right after Gabriel gets into a fight with Jinx about... That.
Where: The street where you live... Or some nondescript street.
Summary: Gabriel's having a rough week. He figures he might as well threaten a magical cat-thing into giving back Ahiru's soul so he can pretend he hasn't ruined everything. It does not go as planned.
Warnings: Kyubey's gonna get stabbed in the face. And then eat himself. Do the math.
Gabriel managed to swallow down the fit of utter despair that overwhelmed him when he let Jinx walk away at the mall. He was good at repressing and he assured himself that she just needed time to cool down and that it would be fine in the end. He'd be stupid and charming and it would all be okay in the end, right? Of course, right.
Right now, he had something else to accomplish- something he could hopefully do right. All he had to do was put the kibosh on Ahiru's contract and the good times would just start rolling back in... Well, maybe not quite that quickly. Even if Ahiru's contract was broken, she'd be pissed at him and even if Jinx forgave him, she was still carrying a Nephilim.
...Basically Gabriel needed a good Trickster spree and he had a long list of targets to go after, but first? First, the damn cat.
After two failed tracking spells, he decided to do this the old fashioned way. It had been eating the last two times he spoke to it, so he started hitting up every food place he could find in the hopes that maybe one of them had the golden ticket..../soul-stealing catlike fucktard.
When: Monday afternoon, right after Gabriel gets into a fight with Jinx about... That.
Where: The street where you live... Or some nondescript street.
Summary: Gabriel's having a rough week. He figures he might as well threaten a magical cat-thing into giving back Ahiru's soul so he can pretend he hasn't ruined everything. It does not go as planned.
Warnings: Kyubey's gonna get stabbed in the face. And then eat himself. Do the math.
Gabriel managed to swallow down the fit of utter despair that overwhelmed him when he let Jinx walk away at the mall. He was good at repressing and he assured himself that she just needed time to cool down and that it would be fine in the end. He'd be stupid and charming and it would all be okay in the end, right? Of course, right.
Right now, he had something else to accomplish- something he could hopefully do right. All he had to do was put the kibosh on Ahiru's contract and the good times would just start rolling back in... Well, maybe not quite that quickly. Even if Ahiru's contract was broken, she'd be pissed at him and even if Jinx forgave him, she was still carrying a Nephilim.
...Basically Gabriel needed a good Trickster spree and he had a long list of targets to go after, but first? First, the damn cat.
After two failed tracking spells, he decided to do this the old fashioned way. It had been eating the last two times he spoke to it, so he started hitting up every food place he could find in the hopes that maybe one of them had the golden ticket..../soul-stealing catlike fucktard.