[Doctor Gabriel]

...

Did this bitch just call me a cloud?

King Gabriel's shoulders slumped in disappointment and he took a defeated drag from his cigarette. It seemed he wouldn't be getting any answers from this young lady until the mass of gold fur was either taken care of or somehow made less interesting.

"Alright then," he sighed, rising from his haunches and cracking his neck.

He reached over his shoulders and pulled the triggers on his swords. With the whir of gears and the hiss of steam both blades shot from their scabbards like a pair of missiles. His Majesty plucked them from the air effortlessly and twirled them like a pair of batons in a cocky bit of showmanship for his non-existent audience. He clicked their triggers again and the distinct sound of the black and white sabers teeth roared to life.

"WEEP AND DESPAIR, FOUL BEAST," he bellowed at the giant ball of fur below him, "FOR YOU NOW STAND BEFORE THE VAGRANT KING, LORD GABRIEL! AND NO ONE STANDS BEFORE ME..."

His Highness leapt toward the yet unidentified creature with both automated blades poised to rend flesh.

"THEY KNEEL!"

The end of his ostentatious introduction was punctuated by, what he assumed to be an appendage of some kind, smashing him through the wall of the building he'd moments ago been standing on top of.