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[missmessenger]

[Is that an angel? With green skin? And are those actual wings? Most of you have probably seen stranger stuff, but what's unusual here is the barely-concealed look of distaste on her face.]

'Tis unfortunate we meet in such circumstances. I am the Archangel Gabriel, perchance some of you have heard of me, perchance you have not due to how...many of you appear to be from different worlds.

I am apparently the "Goddess" of Revelations. I understand the reasoning, 'tis always been my role to be messenger, after all, but therein is the dilemma, I suppose. I was created to be messenger for someone else. Frankly, the thought of such a range of autonomy as a "Goddess" displeases me.

In any case, I have spoken a tad much about myself. That is enough for now, I suppose. Hello, and all that.

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sassifer is not pleased

[avatarofruin]

So you are more or less irritable because you no longer know what to tell others. Instead of spreading your own word, you would prefer your comfort zone where you only spread His word. Is that it?

[He knows you have logic and reason within you, Gabriel. Somewhere it lies within that lifeless drone personality He has hammered into you. You could do so much better than this.]

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[missmessenger]

[Old habits die hard, especially ones that have been written into your very existence right from the moment of your creation (excuses, excuses).]

I am irritable because every thread of my being is protesting my new status. 'Tis uncomfortable. As for spreading my own word - what is there to spread? I have - I am nothing on my own.

[avatarofruin]

You are nothing on your own.

[He echoes it for emphasis because she brought it upon herself, she said exactly what he had been saying in so many words. You can't hear it but he is laughing very much so on the inside. There is no more needed to be said. Still, he cannot help but be disappointed.]

[missmessenger]

[She has nothing to say in response to that either, as realization sets in that he's likely mocking at her in repeating her words.

With a sigh, she cuts off the connection, effectively ending the conversation.]

[playpurrtend]

Hello, Miss Gabriel. My name's Nepeta.

Is it really that bad fur you to be your own goddess?

[missmessenger]

[A nod of the head, and she shifts a bit, her wings fluttering a bit. This is one of those form other worlds that she's seen around.]

My greetings then, Nepeta.

Unfortunately...yes, it is. I only exist to serve another, who seems unlikely to appear here.

[playpurrtend]

That seems puretty sad. What are you going to do now, while they're not here?

[missmessenger]

...I shall. Endure. Somehow. 'Tis painful and...difficult. Perhaps somehow I shall return to Him one day.

[playpurrtend]

You can do it, Miss Gabriel. You seem like a strong purrson even if you don't think you are.

[adorabloodthristyknight]

...I actually have no clue what you're saying. It's just a big old wall of text with flowery language to boot.

Um.

I'm Karkat.

[jack_of_spades]

Well, ya sure seem awfully angry.

[missmessenger]

And is there a reason not to be?

[jack_of_spades]

I'unno, aren't angels s'posed to be all "goodwill" an' "love" and all that happy shit?

[missmessenger]

Do not speak of things you know nothing about! Angels are more than just - that.

[jack_of_spades]

Yeah? They grumpy as fuck bitches too then?

[tentacle_seerapist]

Hello there, Gabriel. I can understand why the title "Goddess" would be uncomfortable for you but is it only a sin if one claims they are higher than the one you work for? You are being quite modest, maybe even humble about it, so I don't think you have much to worry about.

[missmessenger]

Hm, my greetings to you as well, dear one.

[A human! An actual human. Well, one that had been human in life. But still, Gabriel can't help but be much more civil to her than to anyone else she's met so far.]

My displeasure has little to do with the rank and how much I embrace it, my dear, and all the more to do with how...overwhelming it is to no longer be at my Father's side.