#waves!

awww shucks….

*gets blended up*

heheheeh… hiiii anon :3

Tarakiel, the crimson-haired legate of the Third Legion, seems remarkably amused as he gives his report, scarcely able to keep a vulpine grin in check as Michael rubs his temples as though staving off a migraine.

“Right. Anything else?”

Tarakiel hums softly, shuffling through the thick stack of papers in his hands. Michael can tell that the majority of them are completely empty, Heavens Spymaster simply taking a flair for the dramatic in this turn of events.

“Another version of Gabriel, it seems. And…a woman. I am uncertain who, as she does not appear to have an…equivalent, for lack of a better terms.”

@sanctusworn

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