As she sat there in silence her eyes seemed to glaze over while she tip toed around each person’s thoughts. She collected knowledge of their pasts, their wants, desires, powers, and personal opinions. It was obvious she was growing furious by each passing second.
When the small fragile girl began to weep next to her Gazelle had a hard time containing her laughter and it showed all over her face. It was then the obnoxious boy who had begun this rather unsettling conversation of names and powers offered her a hankie of some sort to dry her tears. "Here, dry your eyes; I'm sure everything will be fine." Gazelle heard him whisper to this weak excuse of a human being.
Leaning her body over Gazelle brushed the girls hair back in such a loving manner then whispered to Adele, her plump lips grazing the female’s earlobe as she spoke, the warm breath of her mouth sliding down Adele’s neck. “Or nothing will be alright. If you can’t handle this meeting then this is a suicide mission for you, and you will become a liability for all those around. Do you really want to be a murder? You can’t even grasp full control over your powers – you join you are doomed for death – none of us will save your pathetic ass.”
Pulling back slowly Gazelle had a smug smirk across her lips and if anyone had been looking close enough they would notice the collection of shadow’s which had slowly begun to collect around her chair, slowly snaking up her feet, which were now on the ground.
Still she listened silently until enough was enough, Henry had finished his speech and Gazelle had some things to get off her chest before they got any directions.
Her eyes lifted to meet each face, her own in dismay due to each of their thoughts; If she was stuck with these people she might as well allow them the truth - at least a part of the truth. “My name is Gazelle, I was born and raised on this planet, transferred to Hellifyno, was given great powers, then murdered. I spent the last many months in hell - not as a Demon but for being –“ Her eyes snapping to Renzo “Unsuited for heaven. Unlike most, if not all of you, I was not born with my powers, they didn't just magically show up one day, I worked my ass off to get where I am.”
She cleared her throat for a second, her face falling soft and sincere. “I am not of your planet; please do not make first judgments so prominent. I have different beliefs, values, and customs than all of you. I’ve been here for months trying to relearn.” Those pitch black balls of eyes seemed to glisten with added moisture, and the shadows about her chair continued to build higher up her body.
She then turned to look at Henry with a small smile, the thick negative energies seeming to pulse more vibrantly from her body. “Thank you – and the lucky Demon? His name was Serptpen.” She spoke in a weak whisper assuming he would hear her. He had read her file, he knew of her powers and her telepathy.
When that obnoxious son of a bitch took the files from Henry, Gazelle nearly had a heart attack. Her file instantly became covered in a foggy black, a slow thin clear coating wrapping about it, and it was now inaccessible. It was bad enough Henry knew of all her powers and detailed history, she didn’t need everyone else knowing it to.
She liked Henry a lot and figured they would get along famously so long as he didn't use that fucking voice on her. She liked Evan a lot and made a note to share Hell stories with the man. She also really liked Renzo and Vincent both brought an important energy to the group, Jack and Kyle seemed manageable enough, Lala would be entertaining and easy on the eyes; but Jackson and Adele had to go – first chance possible they had to go.
Even if she 'liked' these people she would never care for them, and she wouldn't careless in their deaths or be likely to help them unless it did her any good. In fact these two mites - she may as well just kill them off herself.