Gemma glared at the far too perfect looking Ghaleon.<br/><br/>"Your plans sucks. I am not a puppet."<br/><br/>Being quiet and listening for 'directions' was dumb the dragon turned human. She didn't give a shit about the god's little fun. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be with her mate. She was not a puppet or performer. She refused to entertain anyone or do any god's bidding. Even if the goddess who had 'selected' her, seemed to be the kindest of the three here. Of course, the gods decided to ignore them all for a moment and fight among themselves. Apparently one of the players hadn't wanted to come out and play. That didn't go over very well. She gasped in shock at Abaddon did to his first 'choice'.<br/><br/>"Holy...You're crazy!"<br/><br/>Gemma yelled at the god. This confirmed her belief that going home and demanding to go home sounded much better to her then playing nice like her 'partner' wanted. When Ghaleon spoke again, she gave him a look.<br/><br/>"You got a problem with dragons?"<br/><br/>Gemma demanded to know. She was a dragon, deep in her soul, even if she was stuck in this awful body. When he laughed at the gods, she wasn't sure what to think and frowned. Wondering how Abaddon would react to what was said. Gemma looked at the new arrival with untrusting eyes. She didn't even know why she was here, but she knew it was probably going to be everyone from him or herself. That's how games of the gods always worked.