011 (Voice)

[painhumbles]

[I'm going to assume Gabe's disco is gone, thanks to Az. Or Dean got bored and made it go away. Or Gabe is actually recording this from a maintenance hallway where he has taken up residence to live forever as a hobo. Whatever.]

I don't wanna be the guy pulling the divine retribution card here, but I wasn't here for the whole "Davros situation" and

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[notarrowette]

Right, okay. Genocidal maniacs in wheelchairs and angels. So... is this a normal Wednesday around here?

[painhumbles]

Princess, this is life as you know it from now on.

[notarrowette]

Well, at least I know what I'm in for! You're really an angel? I feel very unqualified for this warden gig now.

I'm Cissie.

[painhumbles]

Archangel. And don't worry, precious, I'm probably way less qualified than you think I am. Just with a little more battery power than most.

Gabriel.

[notarrowette]

...'Nice to meet you' feels a little inadequate for a greeting, I have to say. Sunday School never really gives you the etiquette for greeting an archangel.

[painhumbles]

There was a secret handshake, but I think I forgot it. I've been a long time on earth. Kinda failed the Sunday School standards of angelhood way back when, too, so... Nice to meetcha works fine.

[notarrowette]

Maybe you should make up a new one, then. But in that case, nice to meet you! Can an archangel fail Sunday School standards? Maybe the standards failed you.

[painhumbles]

I think once you spend most of your earthly existence pretending to be a pagan god, they write you out of the Bible.

[notarrowette]

...Huh. Well as far as I know, you're still in there. Which pagan god?

[painhumbles]

Well, look at that. I was better at that hiding thing than I thought.

A Trickster. Don't ask me which one, I don't remember. I was just the Trickster.

[notarrowette]

The Archangel Gabriel pretending to be the Trickster. That's... Real life really is better than fiction, isn't it?

[painhumbles]

You're telling me, precious.