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Oh, this is a Very Special Log, right here. This? Is Maja talking to herself. (And it took two hours. Yes, two hours. Tell me I don't fail.)
But. Belle is snarky, Gabriel is furious, Belle is an absolute bitch, and Gabriel kills her. It's fun stuff. Really.
Belle: *so. somewhere! more than likely being sekkretively smug, or something, since she obviously can't do it where Gabriel can see*
Gabriel: * -- and, conveniently enough, is looking for her* *pauses in the doorway of the room, eyes fixing on her in a distinctly dangerous way* *low but deceptively calm* Miss Zelle?
Belle: *lazily, as if he isn't worth her attention* Hades, please. I /am/ a married woman.
Gabriel: *clenches his teeth, because he is really not at all fond of this woman, but keeps his voice level* And therein lies the nature of my query. Tell me, your husband's Acheron Hades, isn't he? The eldest of the siblings?
Belle: *wry grin, winding a strand of hair around her finger boredly* Why, yes. That would be him. Are you searching for an autograph as well?
Gabriel: *grits. teeth.* Hardly. Would you say that he possesses certain...talents that are...out of the ordinary, shall we say?
Belle: *drawls* Well, he is absolutely excellent in bed. You've heard that? Or have you slept with -him-, too?
Gabriel: *...okay, -freezes- at that* *and forces himself to calm down, with obvious effort* *low, with an edge of a growl to it* And you wouldn't happen to know of an archangel by the name of Raphael, would you, -Mrs. Hades-?
Belle: *waves a hand in an airy, dismissive gesture and turns around* Please, feel free to dispense with the formalities. Just call me Belle. *...and smiles, brightly and sweetly* We're -friends-, aren't we? Practically in-laws.
Gabriel: *-freezes- again* *sets his jaw and takes a step forward slowly* *with slightly more than the edge of a growl* Answer my question, please. *...apparently she doesn't even deserve a name now*
Belle: *still smiling brightly* I'm flattered that you think I associate with angels on a regular basis. *pause, mock!thoughtful expression* Or...did you mean.../Biblically?/ *looks at him with wide, innocently questioning eyes*
Gabriel: *is so very, very close to just killing her now and being done with it, but -- has to know for sure* *outright growled now* Do you, perhaps, recall carving him up? Or /removing his eyes/?
Belle: *raises an eyebrow delicately* You expect me to remember the names of everyone I've stuck a knife into? /Angel/, you /flatter/ me. Your opinion of myself, my memory, and my associates is clearly quite high.
Gabriel: *shudders and levels an absolutely unforgiving brightblue gaze at her* ...You did it, then.
Belle: *laughs delightedly* Oh, you really must hold me in the highest regard. *waves a hand again* I never could have done it without him. *no particular emphasis on the "him", with a sweet smile, so it's clearly meant to be taken ambiguously*
Gabriel: *eyes narrow* */knows/ very well who the "him" is, but is -- well, at this point is absolutely infuriated, though hardly showing it* But it was your idea. You...thought of it. After he told you.
Belle: */smiles/ at him* *this is the bright, sweet, sparkly smile of someone who has just performed their magnum opus* You know, after years of deceiving and toying with some of the most brilliant minds in the world, it's so /refreshing/ to be able to put someone so /stupid/ in such great amounts of pain.
Gabriel: ... *glares at her* */glares/* *this? is the glare of Absolute Fury, Heavenly Wrath, whatever you want to call it, and is...considerably unnerving in the same way Arkady is a wee bit sketchy* *low and dangerous* I am going to kill you.
Belle: *smile grows a little, darkening just slightly* Oh, yes. You are. I know this. I know this quite well, angel. My IQ is more than a bit higher than yours, something that shouldn't be considerably hard to achieve. And I can tell you it won't be one of your smarter moves. If you have any moves that can even reasonably be classified as "smart". *tone is mocking, derisive, and biting now, though she's still smiling*
Gabriel: *and another step closer* *still in the low, vaguely threatening tone* Oh? And why not?
Belle: * -- is just a little unnerved by the glare, did we mention? because, well, it's very difficult not to be.* *but the Hadesbymarriage cockiness is totally overwhelming that, so...still smiling* Because -- well, let me put it this way. You've seen what one Hades can do to an angel. You've seen what two can do. *and there's a grin that can't be described as anything less than /evil/* Do you really want to see what /the whole family/ is capable of doing?
Gabriel: * -- falters, barely perceptibly at that, but it's not out of worry for himself* ...*holds out a hand and angelmods up the sword, though it isn't flaming. the typist doesn't know either.* Regardless, I am going to kill you. Right now.
Belle: *raises an eyebrow, then in mock sorrow* Oh, well, if that's what it's going to be like...*slips an unholy water'd dagger from her sleeve into her hand* *with her other hand, grabs Gabriel's collar and snogs him, hard* *and slashes from the corner of his eye almost to his cheekbone*
Gabriel: *cries out at the slash, shoving her away, and -- is going to stab her through the heart, seamlessly*
Belle: *...and -- dies*
Gabriel: *...vanishes the sword again once she dies, and...is shaking rather violently now, but...turns and leaves*
But. Belle is snarky, Gabriel is furious, Belle is an absolute bitch, and Gabriel kills her. It's fun stuff. Really.
Belle: *so. somewhere! more than likely being sekkretively smug, or something, since she obviously can't do it where Gabriel can see*
Gabriel: * -- and, conveniently enough, is looking for her* *pauses in the doorway of the room, eyes fixing on her in a distinctly dangerous way* *low but deceptively calm* Miss Zelle?
Belle: *lazily, as if he isn't worth her attention* Hades, please. I /am/ a married woman.
Gabriel: *clenches his teeth, because he is really not at all fond of this woman, but keeps his voice level* And therein lies the nature of my query. Tell me, your husband's Acheron Hades, isn't he? The eldest of the siblings?
Belle: *wry grin, winding a strand of hair around her finger boredly* Why, yes. That would be him. Are you searching for an autograph as well?
Gabriel: *grits. teeth.* Hardly. Would you say that he possesses certain...talents that are...out of the ordinary, shall we say?
Belle: *drawls* Well, he is absolutely excellent in bed. You've heard that? Or have you slept with -him-, too?
Gabriel: *...okay, -freezes- at that* *and forces himself to calm down, with obvious effort* *low, with an edge of a growl to it* And you wouldn't happen to know of an archangel by the name of Raphael, would you, -Mrs. Hades-?
Belle: *waves a hand in an airy, dismissive gesture and turns around* Please, feel free to dispense with the formalities. Just call me Belle. *...and smiles, brightly and sweetly* We're -friends-, aren't we? Practically in-laws.
Gabriel: *-freezes- again* *sets his jaw and takes a step forward slowly* *with slightly more than the edge of a growl* Answer my question, please. *...apparently she doesn't even deserve a name now*
Belle: *still smiling brightly* I'm flattered that you think I associate with angels on a regular basis. *pause, mock!thoughtful expression* Or...did you mean.../Biblically?/ *looks at him with wide, innocently questioning eyes*
Gabriel: *is so very, very close to just killing her now and being done with it, but -- has to know for sure* *outright growled now* Do you, perhaps, recall carving him up? Or /removing his eyes/?
Belle: *raises an eyebrow delicately* You expect me to remember the names of everyone I've stuck a knife into? /Angel/, you /flatter/ me. Your opinion of myself, my memory, and my associates is clearly quite high.
Gabriel: *shudders and levels an absolutely unforgiving brightblue gaze at her* ...You did it, then.
Belle: *laughs delightedly* Oh, you really must hold me in the highest regard. *waves a hand again* I never could have done it without him. *no particular emphasis on the "him", with a sweet smile, so it's clearly meant to be taken ambiguously*
Gabriel: *eyes narrow* */knows/ very well who the "him" is, but is -- well, at this point is absolutely infuriated, though hardly showing it* But it was your idea. You...thought of it. After he told you.
Belle: */smiles/ at him* *this is the bright, sweet, sparkly smile of someone who has just performed their magnum opus* You know, after years of deceiving and toying with some of the most brilliant minds in the world, it's so /refreshing/ to be able to put someone so /stupid/ in such great amounts of pain.
Gabriel: ... *glares at her* */glares/* *this? is the glare of Absolute Fury, Heavenly Wrath, whatever you want to call it, and is...considerably unnerving in the same way Arkady is a wee bit sketchy* *low and dangerous* I am going to kill you.
Belle: *smile grows a little, darkening just slightly* Oh, yes. You are. I know this. I know this quite well, angel. My IQ is more than a bit higher than yours, something that shouldn't be considerably hard to achieve. And I can tell you it won't be one of your smarter moves. If you have any moves that can even reasonably be classified as "smart". *tone is mocking, derisive, and biting now, though she's still smiling*
Gabriel: *and another step closer* *still in the low, vaguely threatening tone* Oh? And why not?
Belle: * -- is just a little unnerved by the glare, did we mention? because, well, it's very difficult not to be.* *but the Hadesbymarriage cockiness is totally overwhelming that, so...still smiling* Because -- well, let me put it this way. You've seen what one Hades can do to an angel. You've seen what two can do. *and there's a grin that can't be described as anything less than /evil/* Do you really want to see what /the whole family/ is capable of doing?
Gabriel: * -- falters, barely perceptibly at that, but it's not out of worry for himself* ...*holds out a hand and angelmods up the sword, though it isn't flaming. the typist doesn't know either.* Regardless, I am going to kill you. Right now.
Belle: *raises an eyebrow, then in mock sorrow* Oh, well, if that's what it's going to be like...*slips an unholy water'd dagger from her sleeve into her hand* *with her other hand, grabs Gabriel's collar and snogs him, hard* *and slashes from the corner of his eye almost to his cheekbone*
Gabriel: *cries out at the slash, shoving her away, and -- is going to stab her through the heart, seamlessly*
Belle: *...and -- dies*
Gabriel: *...vanishes the sword again once she dies, and...is shaking rather violently now, but...turns and leaves*