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443 | 2023-05-01 | GuildTextChat | [
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Hah!\" Fragarie shouted, getting into it now. \"Take THAT, blighted shark!\" As the ship was set ablaze, she did her best to try and put out the fire, because it seemed like a really nice canoe and it would probably be a shame if it got damaged. Besides, it wasn't like she could really do much against Shark-Nach, not without risking her life pretty significantly. She used her leafy wings to suffocate the fire, extinguishing it. Despite their plantlike appearance, her wings her actually fireproof, so she didn't have too much trouble putting out the fire with a few powerful beats. With the flames doused, she turned towards the play-fight between the Nachs, wanting to make sure nothing too dangerous was happening.\n\nAs the blind Nach whacked the Blighted Shark in the face and sent her flying, she clapped. \"That's Aunt Nach for you!\" She cheered, still playing along with the act. Besides, this was kind of fun, in a crazy way. It was tough to keep track of everything that was happening, for sure, but that didn't mean that her auntie's work wasn't still entertaining in a bizarre way. Even with her acute eyesight, though, she quickly lost sight of the Blighted Shark, which had been blasted off into the distance further up the World Tree, perhaps even to dissolve and return to the original Nach? She wasn't quite sure.\n\nAs the adrenaline faded, she let out a cute little giggle. \"Looks like you save the day again, auntie!\" She laughed. Despite everything that happened, she didn't appear to be afraid, at worst still just a little disoriented. Still, there were worse states to be left in after an encounter with a god than being a little dizzy, so she wasn't exactly complaining. She plopped down into a sitting position, using her wings to keep her balance as the high of the thrill began to fade, leaving her just a little light-headed. Strawberry juice continued to drip through the small wound that she'd made, staining the deck of the canoe red where it fell."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*Fortunately Shark Nach's flames had little opportunity to spread through the canoe of Nachs, thanks to Fragarie's timely intervention the cobbled together wooden structure was saved with minimal scorches. You could even argue a few black splotches complimented this ramshackle canoe, surely a few burns from the high seas added a lot of character for any mighty vessel. Seeing as how their vessel was in jeopardy no more, the three Nachs circled together by the bow of their canoe and clasped each of their hands together. Cheerily jumping up and down, intertwining their fingers with one another.*\n\n\"Aaahhhhhh~! Baseball!\" *Cried Blind Nach.*\n\n\"Wai- We believe it's a touchdown, we think?\" *An interjection by Hat Nach, raising an additional inquiry.*\n\n\"Mmmehm, both of those sound quite berry-berry stupid! Whoever made either deserves immediate death. We declare what just happened a, a-...\" *What was presumably the original Nach for this encounter chimed in, yet was soon lost in thought while considering what exactly to call this.* \n\n\"Aha! Idea we-I-me have!\" *Again cried Blind Nach.* \"It's a-... Bonkerbye! An excellent send off for friends, fools, and sharks alike.\" \n\n\"Aahhh~! Most marvelous!\" *Cheered our First and Hat Nach in unison.*\n\n*Their cheery circle broke apart following the Strawberry Maiden's compliments, each of the Nachs brandishing a broad goofy grin and swaying from side to side. The First Nach stepped forward to formally greet the demigod with a most dramatic bow, bestowing a lull in whatever chaos transpired here for the maiden to catch her bearings and for being a good sport.* \"Thank you! Thank you! We've brought berry many days to jeopardy, it's always quite the spectacle! But of course saving them is of great fun too, all is surely a splendid spectacle within our beloved Nachening... Aaahhhh~! Aahhh! But you, you've yet to introduce yourself our new dear berry good friend of juicy delights. Do so, do so before our whole crew!\""
},
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The Strawberry Maiden had no idea what a baseball or a touchdown was, but apparently Aunt Nach didn't like them? She made a mental note not to use those terms around this auntie, since she wasn't sure how finicky and prone to smiting this deity was. When *Bonkerbye* Came up, she comfortably filed all three words under random nonsense. All of her information on the gods came from her mother, and since her mother didn't know what Nach's domains were, neither did she. Even so, she could tell just from the playtime that the goddess appeared to be a capricious one, and not all there either. As such, she figured that it was best to tread carefully and not to say something that the goddess might construe as a slight. She knew from her own mother's attitude how unforgiving gods could be about perceived insults.\n\nAt long last, the divinity asked for her name, and so she sprouted a third arm from her back and waved at all of the Nachs at the same time. Somehow, she felt that waving at any one of the Nachs before the others would offend the other two, which was the last thing she wanted at the moment. \"Um, hey, auntie.\" She began, wondering which Nach to look at before simply sprouting eyes so that she could look at them all. \"I'm Fragarie. I've had people call me the Strawberry Maiden.\" She introduced, continuing to wave for a few moments later before her third arm slipped back into her form, leaving her with just two. The idea of sprouting new limbs and eyes didn't seem to bother her, a being of malleable shape.\n\nAt present, she was mixing her caution with her true nature. As far as she was concerned, the easiest way for her to earn the trust of others was to just be her honest self, since hiding that would only invite distrust and malcontent regarding her true intentions. Being open about who she was was a crucial way of establishing connections, or at least that was what she'd learned from her mom. Still, she had to be careful, because this was still a god in front of her."
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{
"author": "imuka",
"message": "Currently making there way through the roots closest to the base of the tree, was... Not the most common of sights to see this far outside of a realm... A mortal caravan... Depending one ones knowledge of the other realms it would at first glance appear to be a single sapient, a mostly humanish woman, with vulpine features and very long white hair, and wearing fairly plain robes... There was a single metal sword with a curved blade strapped to her hips, and her robes seemed to have plates of a... Strange material... One that we would know as plastic... Inserted into it as a kind of armored padding... But these seemed to be mere precautionary measures that she has taken to protect herself against what she may encounter given that her demeanor was decidedly non aggressive.\n\nRather she was riding on the back of of a rather chunky looking metallic quadruped, a strange creature that seemed to be bloated with fluids contained in its unnatural body, and strapped down with buckets... Which she was using as a mount... Her free hand which was not being used to steady her grip had in it a long plastic rod, with a set of metal bells and ribbons attached to the top of it... Which she gave a little ring and the creature came to a halt, and they both began to observe the area around them.\n\n\"Alpha? Map check?\" She called out, and the metallic creature that she was riding responded with a... Sound that was a cross between a buzz and a gurgle, not something that would be understandable by most... But also something that seemed to be capable of thought enough, given that the timing of its call heavily implied it had listened to this woman and was making its noise in response.\n\n\"I see...\", she replied to it treating this as if it was a conversation, \"Your much better equipped for this task then I am, though I am feeling a bit hungry... You?\" She asked it again, getting another buzzing gurgle in response.\n\n\"Yea I thought so, form up and we will take a break\", with this seeming confirmation she began to climb off the creatures back, leaning the rod she carried in her hands against one of the more vertical roots, and then prying open one of the plastic buckets attached to the creatures side... She took from it what could best be described as \"Fish jerky\", and began to have a snack of it while sitting against the tree herself, in a state that would not be too hard to stumble across for any one else in the area."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "As the duo sat against the tree, the sounds of someone, or perhaps something, approaching became clear. The World Tree was typically a fairly quiet place, and that made any sound stand out among a world of silence clear of anything else that might normally have drowned such noisese out. The buzz of what sounded to be the wings of some kind of insect were the first thing would drift to them, faintly carried by the wind. What followed was the sounds of exertion, like someone letting out a huff or a small *Hyup* On occasion. The duo didn't have to wonder what might have caused it for long, though, as it didn't take long for the source of the sound to show itself, or in this case, herself. \n\nOff in the distance, a figure leapt from branch to branch. She appeared to be a young humanoid girl in her late teens or her early twenties - it was hard to tell exactly which - but she danced from root to root with a kind of practised ease. As she grew closer, it became clear that the buzzing sound had come from her, too, as each jump was impossible for a regular human to clear. Instead, a pair of leafy wings hung fro her back, turning into a blur of green every time she jumped as she used the wings to carry her across the gaps. It might not be the most dignified way of travelling the World Tree, but it was better for conserving energy than outright flying.\n\nThe stranger hadn't seemed to have noticed the pair yet, given that she had no shame in shouting what appeared to be some form of travel song at the top of her lungs, though it wasn't in any language that either of the Trailblazers would recognise. She made to try another leap but tripped over her own foot, tumbling of the root that she'd been on into the void below. Fortunately, well, she had wings, and she soon rose back up with a slight red tint to her face. Rather embarrassingly, she had yet to notice that others had actually been around to witness her failure for once, since she'd yet to notice their presence."
},
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"author": "imuka",
"message": "Noticing the Stanger approaching... Which was a bit different likely then how most would, given that she did not look to her at first, but rather pointed her own set of \"Radars\" Also known as her ears in the direction of the buzzing and singing, well... More the singing really since it was more of a shout, but her keen hearing had no real issue with the detection of the buzzing either. Ren ceased the nibbling on her snack and began to stand, reaching for her staff with a bit of a lazy pace, wondering what or more accurately whom was nearing.\n\nThat is until she heard the thunk of a trip... And her pace immediately accelerated, still not even having seen the vistor she griped her staff rapidly, and tapped it on the ground twice, making the bells atop it jungle, and the ribbons dance.\n\n\"ALPHA!\"\n\nHeeding her call, a pair of metal wolfs rapidly began there decent down the branches themselves, having previously been hiding among the upper ones, the machines weren't exactly sure what they _could_ do, but they heeded the call given to them, and knew what was _asked_ for them to do.\n\n...\n\nWhich meant that they stopped there rapid decent and took a more relaxed posture when they realized they weren't going to have to figure out how to save some one that was falling, she had managed to save herself... Providing an update to this, the fluid filled quadruped back with Ren gurgled, and the vulpine woman gave it a nod and approached the edge the edge of the branch and called out to the winged woman.\n\n\"Oi~ You okay there? Any injuries? We need to be careful while traversing giv...\" Her ears folded as she had a moment of realization herself, \"Okay maybe you don't need to be quiiite as careful as I do but... Still its a little dangerous out here...\" \n\nShe... Wasn't quite sure if she would even be understood, given the singing was not in kitsunego... And well, she was relying on second hand knowledge and a weak magic item for communication, in what she hoped would be a more... Universal tonged... But it was incredibly rare to see any one else for her, infact this was her first other person encountered, she was damn well going to try."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The sound of voices caused her to yelp in surprise again, because that meant that someone *Had* Seen her fail that epically. She flailed around a little as she lost her balance on her flight, trying to steady herself. She zipped around for a bit as she recovered her bearings before finally righting her direction and rising up once more. Her face burned red as all of her juice went to her face, embarrassed about being seen tumble off the edge like that. She'd fallen pretty far, but with the speed of her flight it wasn't long before she was rising up above the adventurers. Once she got a little above level with them, though, she fluttered over to the root that they'd been standing on and touched down, the blur of her wings slowing to nothing as she lowered herself down to the ground.\n\n\"I'm fine.\" She said after a moment, responding in the language that she'd been spoken to in. One of the blessings her mother had granted her when the Great Locust had turned her from a simple strawberry into a demigod was the ability to fluently speak all languages, since she *Was* Meant to communicate with anyone that entered the Valley of Abundance. Technically, this wasn't what this ability had been meant for, but she wasn't very worried that her mother might get annoyed by her using the ability wrong. The Lady of the Harvest was pretty hands off with her children as long as they did their jobs right. \"I just tripped and flew back up. Didn't hit anything on my way down.\" She reassured the stranger.\n\nOh, right. The stranger. It appeared that the redhead, if you could even call her that with the gradient towards green that was going on at the end her braids, had only just remembered that there were other people here. \"Wait, other people!\" She exclaimed, her mortified expression quickly shifting to one of excitement. \"Who're you?\" She asked, tilting her head curiously. Her tone was less suspicious and accusataory and more like someone who was starved for some kind of social interaction."
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"author": "imuka",
"message": "\"Oh... Ummmm I can try to explain the ones that I am guessing are the most confusing?\" Ren replied folding one of her ears down slightly, while she had been prepared to run into communication issues, some how half understanding things was the bit that caught her off gaurd here... But she was very much going to try. \"So like, clans are a family of family's? Your people have family's right? Its a big group that all lives together and works together so we can split up the effort and make all our life's easier... Miko is like my job in that, I ummm...\" She pauses to think, not really sure how to put this, but well... She is going to have to put it some way she takes a breath and just goes for it.\n\n\"I communicate with the spirits~ From the small sprits like alpha there, to the biiiiiig spirits like the ones that made us and our homes... Though... The little ones tend to be slightly better at responding\", while her understanding of how things worked was... Not truely accurate to the cosmology, she seemed to be reflecting how her people saw things.\n\nWhile she was talking, she didn't really devote all her focus though, as nice as it was to finally meet some one she was going to do her job as well, which consisted of having her companion(s) gather around her, and she began to detach an empty tank from the back of one of them.\n\n\"All the traveling just to see new things though? Don't get me wrong here, its not that I don't understand wanderlust, but... Ummmm why expose yourself to the dangers if not to help others in the process?\", she queries... Quickly folding both ears after she does so, \"I do not mean this as an offense by the way, I am just trying to understand others besides ourselves she then clarifies.\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "She nodded, paying rapt attention to the new things that the stranger, Ren, was explaining to her. Clans were another word for family... She knew what those were. That was what she had with her mom, and all of her sisters back home! She didn't need the explanation as to what a family was, of course, but she appreciated the way that the mortal explained it to her. She had always enjoyed hearing different perspectives on the same universal truth, because it offered so many ways to look at things! Ren's explanation seemed rather standard, though she did note the rather practical way in which the purpose of the family was explained. She could appreciate practical, given everything that she was.\n\n\"Spirits...\" She echoed, sounding interested. From what she could understand, the bigger spirits were almost certainly the gods. They were the only ones capable of creating life, reproduction excluded, and she certainly doubted that this woman considered her parents to be spirits. As such, the divine host were the only ones who could possibly be behind the greater spirits that the woman was mentioning, though the topic of lesser spirits existing did make her want to learn more. Oh, what kind of beings would *Those* Be? Would that mean demigods like herself, or powerful titans that even the gods struggled to create?\n\nBut of course, the conversation eventually circled back to her, which she understood. She was the unknown to this woman, after all, just as this woman was the unknown to her. It only stood to reason that she'd want to ask questions about the Strawberry Maiden. Fortunately, she was happy to give her answers. \"Well, my mom created me to be a guardian!\" She said cheerfully. \"So I've gotta learn about other realms and how other beings are, so I know who to let in to my mom's realm and who to, you know.\" She made a finger gun and pointed into the void below. A massive beam erupted from her fingertips, so large it was blinding, and then it faded. \"Do that to.\""
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"author": "imuka",
"message": "\"Yea~ Spirits? You know the kind of beings that you cant really like... Touch?\" She wasn't sure how to explain this all that well, as much as she knew the rituals she hasn't really been asked what one _was_ as far as she knew that was like asking what an animal was, \"I mean... I guess sometimes you can touch them but its only when they decide they want to inhabit a physical form, ummm... Sorry not really sure how to explain it except there... Different? They can exist without a body? In multiple places at once... Ummm, kind of something that is more on the end of things you have to see\" ,she made her best attempt too explain... Before listening carefully to Fragarie's response in turn... \n\nOr well, listening to most of it, she was a bit too caught off guard by the beam, recoiling backwards and dropping the canister she was handling in the process.\n\n\"Wha... What was that? Ummm... I... I guess you don't have to answer if you don't want too but I have never seen something like that before... Not that I have really seen that much of any thing outside of my homeland before but that...\", she shook her head... Now feeling rather... Well... Small. \"Sorry.\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "It was certainly interesting. The ability to take several bodies with a single soul sounded a lot like the gods, but the rest of it was foreign to her. The Strawberry Maiden sent Alpha another curious gaze, the kind of a scientist examining the results of an experiment. The idea that another kind of being could do that other than the gods... She would have thought having multiple bodies like that constantly would be too much for a mortal mind to really comprehend. She supposed that she had been wrong about that, though it was a pleasant kind of being wrong, like discovering that one had miscounted and that they had more cookies than they had initially thought. \n\nAs the canister slipped from Ren's arms, though, Fragarie moved so fast that she was a blur, catching it just a few centimetres below the point where it had been dropped. She proceeded to promptly offer it back to the adventurer, a friendly smile on her face. \"It's just something I can do. Like I said, my mom made me to be a guardian. Part of that needs the power to fend off hostile intruders, so mom saw fit to grant me that power.\" She spoke in a matter of fact way, like it should be the obvious kind of thing that everyone should get. It was like that to her, after all, since despite her cheerful and friendly persona, she was still as dedicted to her purpose as her mother to hers. \n\n\"If it makes you feel better, that was just flashy.\" She said, shaking her head. It had been meant to show off what she was supposed to do to dangerous outsiders, after all, not actually do to the nearby mortals what she was supposed to do to nasty intruders. She might be a little irresponsible at times, but even so she was plenty responsible enough to be careful not to vaporise her converastion partners. That kind of move typically tended to *End* Conversations which was, like, the opposite of what she wanted right now. \"Don't worry! I'm friendly!\" She tried to reassure the adventurer, though clearly she wasn't very good at it."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "Beneath the faint light of a few dozen god-stars scattered throughout the endless void, a lone figure slowly made her way. Unlike the gods, with their omniscient vision that could look down upon all creation, this being had only her own eyes to rely upon, and even those provided her only with a dim and hazy impression of the vast expanses before her. Half-blind and not yet fully formed, she could only walk on along the roots, on an aimless and meaningless journey. For months on end she had been roaming, and had arrived nowhere in particular—new stars above would sometimes pop in or wink out of existence, but they held no bearing on her location. For all she knew, she might never get anywhere at all.\n\nBut still she marched, for that was her nature. Stubborn, dogged. Unyielding.\n\nWith every step she took, thick vines sprouted across the root behind her. First they grew long and thick, and then wide leaves would appear along their length, until finally they bloomed with sweet-smelling red flowers. Such life should never have existed this far out from the realms, but the demigod seemed to bring it forth just by moving, as though she were completely unaware of it. On the flipside, she herself looked half-dead: her whole body was covered in dark robes and a black veil, but for her emaciated hands and the bone-white, entirely expressionless mask that grew from her face. A walking contradiction, an enigma of unknown nature and origin.\n\nNo matter how far she trudged on, she never showed any signs of pausing or slowing down. Thus, even slow and directionless as she was, she would have to encounter something *Eventually.* From her perspective, however, there was no way of knowing yet that anything truly existed out there, and that she was not wholly alone in this cold and empty world."
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"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "Bea was growing quite fond of being a squirrel. In this small, fur-clad form, she ran up and down the world tree in hopes of picking up snippets of divine gossip.\n\nAs she scurried along, hopping from branch to branch, she pondered her past life. However as she grew close to the roots, her internal musings were halted before they could become fleshed out and useful. What was that marching below her, bringing forth life where it had no business being?\n\nCuriosity piqued, Bea lept off her branch and plummeted toward the roots. A moment later, she landed on the strange figure's head and unceremoniously slid down her face. She then flopped onto the floor like a soggy pancake.\n\n**\"Hello, Ms. Half-Dead-Looking-Thing,\"** Bea said, not unkindly. She circled the figure curiously. Not a god, but not fully mortal. Despite the figure's macabre appearance and towering stature, Bea did not seem afraid. She concluded that she had nothing to fear from this mysterious creature. After all, Bea was a goddess and this being was not. \n\n**\"What are you doing?\"** She assumed her regular form once she completed a second circle and started to follow alongside the figure. She continued to talk, not giving the other a chance to respond to her question.\n\n**\"How are you making plants down here? That's not supposed to happen. Who made you? Where did you come from? You walk a lot. Aren't you tired?\"**"
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "The demigod did not flinch or start when the squirrel suddenly plopped down on her head. She merely stood there, frozen in surprise, until the creature tumbled off her and smacked down on the bark and promptly transformed into an *Entirely different* Creature that was far more vocal but no less confusing. Somehow, the walker could understand the sounds that were coming out of this animal, the complex ideas they meant to convey. After a long moment, she attempted to join them in... *Communication.*\n\n**\"I... Am the Unyielding.\"** For all her intimidating appearance, her voice came out soft and quiet, and heavy with the weight of sadness. **\"I do not tire.\"**\n\nSure enough, she had not slowed even a little since the squirrel had first arrived. Her only physical acknowledgement of the other's presence was a turn of her head, which brought her emotionless death-mask in line with the mysterious creature's eyeballs. **\"You... Ask many questions, small one. Do you wish to know?\"** A long moment of silence, and then: **\"I was made by the gods, who came from the great World Tree. When I awoke, I was already among these roots... And these vines have continued to follow me since then. Do they not follow you?\"** So far as she could tell, the other's footsteps did not cause any stems or flowers to appear, or indeed anything at all. **\"How strange.\"**"
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"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "Bea smiled and continued to skip alongside the Unyielding, her demeanor pleasant and alight with divine warmth. She was unsure of what to think of this creature. The Unyielding seemed... *Pleasant*, contrary to her outward appearance. The demigod didn't seem to recognize her as a goddess, though. How odd.\n\nBea tilted her head curiously, mulling over what little she knew of the deity who'd created this traveler. After a moment, she spoke again. **\"Well *Duh!* We gods make everything. Everyone knows that. I wanna know which one made you. And why would they put you down here? It's mean. There's nothing to do! It's all cold and dark and boring,\"** She said.\n\nBea's star-eyes narrowed momentarily. She willed delicate ferns and thin vines to spring up behind her as she began to mimic the effect the Unyeilding had on the World tree. An attempt at figuring out the demigod's purpose. Bea's trail of ferns grew closely beside the Unyeilding's vines but never encroached on her work.\n\n**\"They can follow me if I want them to,\"** Bea said, nodding to her trail. She spoke slower now, having calmed down a bit. She glanced at the floor, then back at the Unyielding. Her lips quirked up again in a faint smile as she tried to lighten the mood in response to the Unyeilding's sullen tone. She was incompetent with matters of emotional support but she tried. **\"Do you want some jam? It's very good.\"**"
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "*We... Gods.* The Unyielding had to mull the small one's words over in her head for a moment before she put them all the way together. **\"You are a god, like the ones who made me. A daughter of the World Tree, and a maker of life.\"** The tall being tilted her head to regard the plants now spreading behind Bea's feet, and though her expression did not change, the child would be able to sense a certain appreciation from the solemn demigod. Certainly, her words seemed to have a little more strength to them when they next echoed out.\n\n**\"I am made of many gods. Torn and bloodied gods, flesh ripped out and stitched together into me.\"** She remembered their last moments before they died. Pain and suffering, a sense of rage and hopelessness against an enemy that should not have been. A part of her wanted to speak of it, to let out the hurt in the hopes that this small god would understand. But nobody else deserved to feel such things, or even be forced to know of them. **\"I fell down here afterwards. It was not by design, I... I need to go somewhere.\"** But where? She didn't know enough of the world to be certain of anything, least of all her own true destination.\n\n*Ah, well.* This stimulus was interesting, and her mind felt more active now that it ever had in those long months of wondering. Her dark and hollow eyes remained fixed on the small one, and after another long silence she answered with a small nod. **\"If it is good, then I will accept your gift. You are kind, small one.\"**"
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"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "**\"That is... Disturbing,\"** Bea said. She couldn't see why anyone would want to make a demigod out of the flesh of deities. It was alarming that one would even consider doing such a thing, and even more so that they'd gone through with it. None of this was the fault of the Unyielding, of course. So far, Bea found her quite pleasant.\n\nShe took a moment to think on the demigod's unknown destination. **\"Well, where do you wanna go?\"** She snapped her fingers and in front of the Unyeilding's face appeared images of the World Tree and its many realms. **\"I haven't actually visited a lot of these places, but I'm sure they're lovely. One of them has to catch your eye, right?\"**\n\nWhile she let the Unyeilding look through the images, Bea reached into her cloak and pulled out a mason jar filled with transparent white jam. It glowed softly and Bea handed it to the Unyeilding along with a silver spoon. Her people had yet to invent toast, so for now, her jam was to be eaten on its own.\n\n**Here,\"** She said. **\"It's made from the berries that grow in my realm. I don't have any other kinds, but this one is good so it makes up for it. I really should make other fruit, though...\"** That last part was said more to herself than the Unyielding. A task for another time, she decided."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "For a very, very long moment, The Unyielding stared silently at the ghostly images of the many mortal realms. She had quite a strange way of moving: slow and fluid when in motion but absolutely *Fixed* In place when she wasn't making any kind of gesture. She did not idle, nor fidget, nor even seem to breathe, and in that quiet interval it might almost appear that she'd ceased living entirely.\n\nThen she reached out with one ghastly hand, and gently took the jam from Bea's hands. **\"Thank you.\"** With great care she held it up before her empty eyes, and turned it this way and that, a patient examination from every possible angle. **\"It is... Quite beautiful. And its light is warm.\"** The demigod turned, and politely bowed its head before the small goddess. **\"I also... Think it is good, this—ah.\"**\n\nIn her hands, the jam jar cracked and popped, and its lid suddenly twisted to one side. Narrow stems burst out from underneath the rim and stretched themselves out into the air, already sprouting tiny leaves. Unlike the vines growing in the Unyielding's footsteps, however, Bea would instantly recognize these plants: they were precisely the same ones that the berries in her realm had first been picked from to make the jam.\n\nJust from being in the Unyielding's hands, the mulched organic matter in the jar was *Returning to a living state.*\n\n**\"Ah...!\"** Even without the benefit of a visible expression, she sounded both surprised and excited. In fact, as the shoots swelled and thickened and began to sprout beautiful clusters of berries in her hands, the Unyielding hugged the remains of the jar tight against her chest, like it was a precious child or a small furry animal.\n\n**\"I love it,\"** She pronounced. After all, what better gift could there be than life itself?"
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"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "Bea watched the Unyeilding closely as she tried in vain to read the creature's body language. Thinking the Unyeilding dead, she silently judged the demigod's creator- whoever they were- for their shoddy craftsmanship. Naturally, Bea was quite startled when she reached down to pluck the jam jar out of her hands.\n\n**\"Gah! I thought you *Died*,\"** She chirped, dramatic as ever, yet she moved past the Unyeilding's not-death quickly. The sudden growth within the jar made her forget all about it.\n\nShe levitated a few inches off the ground so that she was eye-level with the jar's remnants and the sapling that winded around them. She leaned closer to get a better look, head tilted curiously. This Unyielding had taken her gift and reverted it back to an unprocessed state. It'd been the last thing she'd expected, but Bea was delighted that the Unyeilding had taken on a lighter mood.\n\n**\"That's... New,\"** She said as she returned to the ground. **\"I'm glad that you like it! But I don't know where you'd plant it...\"**\n\nShe glanced at the ground, then shook her head. A tree on a tree would be redundant, and she did not like the idea of one of her creations taking root directly on Yggdrasil. The ferns she'd summoned were negligible and would die out in a day or two. The tree, however, was far more hearty.\n\nShe reached into her cloak again and pulled out a large clay pot filled with soil. She placed it on the ground and gestured to it with jazz hands.\n\n**\"Ta-da! It's not very fancy, but now your tree won't die from malnutrition.\"**"
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "Crawling over the roots of Gaia was a black, writhing mass of various insects, arachnics, worms and parasites. Leeches crawling over spiders and ants, flies forming large clouds in the air, roaches and beetles skittering. The swarms seemed to share one mind, all crawling on the underside of the roots towards the centre of Yggdrasil, like a creeping, black rot on the tree. They had been scurrying over from the far edges of the southern realms, on the precipice of the void. There was definitely a divine presence mingled in with the hordes of insects. Savarii.\n\nThe goddess, as always, was mobile and scouting out the realms and areas nearby, her wary and watchful eyes peering at the vast expanse of realms and their going ons from afar. She was doing her best to emulate the flies and bugs she spawned, always buzzing around and trying not to attract to much attention to herself. When she was not watching over her precious children and expanding the lands so that they may be one step closer to prosperity and perfection, she was turning her gaze outwards. \n\nThanks to her previous \"Friendly chat\" With Edon, she had already felt as though a clock had started ticking towards... Something. She knew there was now a limited amount of time in her life while she could still prepare, grow, infest and expand while unhindered and rivalries of her brethren would be put into motion.\n\nAs she moved further and further along the roots, Savarii's form would partially appear from the twitching, disgusting mass of insects. A runed, blackened skull with several eyes would appear first, perched on a pillar of ants that almost made it appear as if the \"Head\" Had been impaled on a spike. Soon, the top of an equally black spine would poke out, being raised by spider webs with part of its ribs still covered in writhing bugs. Organs were raised up into the open cavity by spider webs as leeches and tapeworms wrapped themselves around the bones, starting to melt into flesh and tendril like hair.\n\nThe upper half of a humanoid, disembodied arm was wrenched into the open socket of the torso by flies and roaches, while another almost seemed to sprout out the other side with a bloody, tearing sound. Several smaller insectoid limbs popped out of the back as chitin grew and covered the upper third of Savarii's torso in a regal and macabre design. The goddess of misfits and gluttony was now gliding along the tree on the millions of legs from the insects below her. Only her shoulders were really visible, with anything below her still covered by the swarm, her body almost looking tattered and ripped as it went downwards, giving it the impression that she had been violently torn in half and now only her upper portion was being carried around."
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "From atop the world tree a small fragment of Abrielle free-fell towards the bottom, multiple divine presences over all of Gaia distracted her indeed, many more than she had ever seen before, presences that were loud, and ones that tried their best to conceal themselves, along with the recent message she had received soon upon rebirthing, should, she participated not in the hall of gods ritual. The stealthiness of it all, the voice that sent it out, she had a sneaking suspicion of what it would entail, and she would partake no part in such a ritual.\n\nFalling and falling, it seemed as if it wasn't any different from standing still in space, there was no wind, no force, she was practically pulling herself downwards, and the only hint of movement from her perspective was the world itself moving around her. Well. There was another... Below the tree, a divine presence she had not yet met creeping its way down below Gaia's roots, one that she wanted to investigate, not for fear, not for malice, purely exploration, a new life, a new presence, a new existence.\n\nFalling down below the roots and eventually stopping herself, the pale Goddess watched the grotesque scene of the insects thrashing around, a blob of void and gluttony with a divine presence nestled somewhere within, she was there just in time to watch the reforming of Savarii's upper-body, a mishmash of worms, leeches and flies that came together to form a body, she was unsure if she was... Disgusted at the sight, or simply amazed at how a god can have such control and closeness to its beings, or itself."
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "Savarii quickly snaps to face the newly birthed goddess in front of her, her beady, insectoid eyes gazing up at her with no sense of emotion within them. She just... *Stared*... Much longer than anybody would consider polite. She looked up and down the goddess, the swarm around her growing somewhat more restless under the reflections that came off of the goddess' pale skin. Savarii does not speak at first, merely staring at Abrielle as her lower body extends further from the black pool below her. Her spine extends and a forearm gets snapped onto her left hand while her right hand merely remained as a writhing mass of bugs that were all crawling one over the other to form the general shape of a long, clawed hand. \n\nThe goddess would grow taller and taller, her torso extending, each spine disc being attached one by one by the bugs. She would extend upwards... Then keep extending... And keep extending, when her torso reached the length one might expect from a humanoid shaped being, it kept growing. She rose from the pool and swayed in almost mesmerizing fashion, like a serpent emerging from its hiding place as a charmer plays his flute. Her torso grew more and more chitinous, taking the shape and proportions of the body of a worm or a centipede. She stepped forwards, several spider like leg snapping out of the mass below her as she rose up. A large, spiderlike abdomen with what seemed to be a massive mouth soon arose, adding even more height to Savarii as it stood vertically. Her lower half was propped up by a collection of insecoid legs two humanoid ones that served to keep the spider's abdomen facing upwards.\n\nThis odd collection of limbs, insect parts and horrific traits would quickly be covered as hordes of flies formed a vortex around her, wrapping the woman like figure in black veils that quickly hid her unnatural figure, making her simply look like a taller woman wearing a black dress with a little bit of chitin and extra limbs poking out here and there. In complete silence, the fully formed figure would glide across the roots to where the goddess stood, getting much... Much closer while never breaking eye contact. She stares at Abrielle before finally smiling, her wide, fanged mouth reaching all the way back to where a human's ears might have. \n\n\"*Savarii*...\" She hisses pleasently, extending her right arm for a handshake. The same right arm which was ever so conveniently still a writhing mass of bugs, centipedes, spiders, leeches and what have you. She thought she recognized the goddess before her, but they clearly never met before. Instead, she recalled her vague form from the vision of the past that Edon had granted her. She made no comment of it, but the glint of recognition in her eye may have been caught. \"Hive-Goddess of Misfits and Gluttony.\" She whispers playfully and with an overly friendly and sweet tone. Her tone almost seemed *Too* Polite and sweet, almost circling back into rude and disquieting with how her eccentric mannerisms made it seem like she was playing a caricature. Savarii bows politely. \"A pleasure to meet you Abrielle. What are you doing here?\" She inquires, her tone politely interested."
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"author": "oceans.lover",
"message": "From the large and sturdy tree, an under-ripened fruit hung from one of its high and large branches. The green fruit had blended in amongst the luscious thick leaves, allowing it to stay hidden as the god inside of it developed. It took several days for the fruit to gain its color, proving that the goddess inside was ripe enough to be brought into the chaotic world where the gods overruled, creating large realms for mortals to live out their days. \n\nThe fruit that hung from the branch wiggled and continued to wiggle until it broke off from the branch. The small fruit which contained the goddess of wealth would splatter on the branch below, causing a mess of sticky-sweet juice. From the mushed food stood a pale goddess, green hair that once matched the fruit before it had ripened. With a quick snap of her middle finger and thumb, the girl's skin was clean from the mess and so were white clothes. \n\nShe batted her long and thick eyelashes for a few moments, allowing her lime colored hues to adjust to the area which she was born into. She heard a conversation of two gods and curiosity would spread throughout her body, urging her off of the branch that she once stood on and down to the branches that had a clear view of the roots. This was awfully rude of Caishen, listening in on a conversation she was not even remotely evolved in, yet she continued anyways. \n\nThe goddess would lay among the tree branch, allowing one of her legs to dangle and sway, almost giving her away. Yet, she did not mind the idea of being caught. Her nosey tendencies could get her in trouble and yet she did not care. From her closed, supple lips came a small hum, as if she had been trying to give herself away or maybe annoy the two gods who lingered at the roots and spoke to one another. \n\nBoth gods caused more curiosity to rise, maybe she should introduce herself."
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "Abrielle stared back at the devoid eyes Savarii held, not really minding the awkward staring, she'd gone through worse, no emotion was much, much better than a condescending stare to her at least. Noticing the swarm growing all the more restless, the Goddess attempted her best to limit her natural luminosity, though, you can only do so much without fading into a shadow creature.\n\nThe body grew, starting with the spine and torso and extending upwards. At least the God facing Abrielle was not one to shy away from interaction, as terrifying as it was, insects pushing segments of her spine out and more wrapping around it to form a body, with one hand normal and one hand a swarm of unrelenting bugs... It was all oh so uncanny, yet, it was oh so fascinating to see, the way the bugs moved in harmony, the way the Goddess herself moved as she emerged from her shell and extended further upwards than an average human, against the tiny Goddess facing Savarii, this was most likely overkill, she'd long triumphed Abrielle's height long ago.\n\nAnd when she expected it to stop, it continued, her lower body practically non-existent, a swarm of bugs taking the form of a spider abdomen, indeed, it was oh so weird to see, and yet Abrielle stared, wide-eyed, fascinated and unflinching throughout it all, while others may express utter disgust towards a show such as this, Abrielle, on the other hand, portrayed utter *Wonder* At the being infront of her, each god was unique in their own ways, and this proved her all the more correct."
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "\"Why thank you~\" Savarii coos, her smile somehow widening even more in response to the compliment. \"Your name is quite sweet sounding as well, dear Goddess of Life.\" She retorts, clasping her more human hands back in front of her normally. She was oddly disappointed at how casual and unbothered Abrielle was about shaking her hand. Her more playful nature had hoped to get a bit of a stronger reaction but Abrielle's acceptance of her behaviours did comfort Savarii a bit in letting her now she had a bit more leeway with her eccentricities. The woman glanced down at Abrielle, squinting in reaction to her questioning stare but making no move or attempt to explain herself. She was well aware the importance of not oversharing, that would just be *Distasteful*. \n\n\"Why yes, darling~\" She whispers \"That sounds delightful.\" She applauds the smaller goddess, a hand reaching up to gently push some of her \"Hair\" Back, with some of the tendril strands having turned with a mind of their own to study Abrielle, leech-like mouths hanging open on some of them. \"Our brethren surely have proven to be a... *Diverse* Collection of fascinating individuals, at least based on the short time that I have been travelling these realms.\" She says. \"In fact, I was entertaining the thought of dropping in on the little clandestine meeting they had sent all those invitiations out for. I don't get invited to many parties.\" She murmurs, her face pouting overdramatically as she lets out a *Tsk*.\n\n\"Something about bugs in the drinks and rats on the freshly cleaned carpets must not sit well with most hosts. I *Do* Hope they have snacks. Oh, but I'm certain I'm boring you with that... You yourself might have quite a few experiences with the other gods~\" She murmurs, her tone coy, trying to pry ever so slightly into the personal affairs of this supposedly important goddess. At least important if she were to take Edon's \"Gifted\" Vision seriously.\n\nSavarii pauses for a few moments as she was speaking, turning to glance around the area. She *Had* Sensed a divine presence somewhat distantly, her many eyes all turned to search in various directions. Of course, the divine presence could be another god on their way to follow the invitation to the hall of the gods. Savarii's cautious and wary mind, however, had her check anyway. \"Hmmm...\" She murmurs, presumably not seeing much from her current position, flies and mosquitos breaking off from her main body and moving to search around the area, although the bugs that Savarii had released to look around could be avoided should the hidden, newborn goddess be careful."
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"author": "oceans.lover",
"message": "Caishen continued to closely watch their interaction, her curious gaze mostly focused upon the lady which had either been made from bugs or swarmed with them. Caishen was too focused on the mention of an invitation to some party to really care. An invitation to a party meant, well, a party! She wanted to go to a party! Her very first party. Caishen had no clue what to expect from a party but she was still interested in attending. \n\nOnce she saw someone of the bugs released, her eyebrows furrowed causing a crease in her skin between her brows. Why was the bug lady letting their bugs just fly around? Caishen would watch them carefully before they managed to find the branch she laid upon. Being quite freaked out by so many, she tried swatting one away. Her swatting resulted in failure as well as her falling from her branch, crashing her head atop another branch before falling flat on to her face. Caishen definitely needed to learn how to be a little less nosey if it was going to cause her to hurt herself like this.\n\nOf course, as a god, it didn't hurt too bad. But hitting your head or falling nose first into the roots would be pretty rough to anyone."
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "**\"Indeed, our brethren are all unique in their own right, but that's what makes it so fascinating to explore, it creates experiences and interactions we ourselves cannot make, that we ourselves cannot dream of.\"** She smiled, embracing every little oddity about herself and her siblings, she broke the questioning stare, instead resorting to a friendly smile. **\"I wouldn't call it a party...\"** Abrielle stared up at the bark, trying to spot the hall from where she stood. The lack of fog and horizon made it easier than you'd expect. Before she quickly moved back to hold eye contact with Savarii again. **\"A meeting of sorts would be more accurate.\"**\n\nShe giggled a little about Savarii's speech about bugs in drinks, smiling, unsure if it was a joke or if she was joking, or fully serious, nevertheless, Abrielle humoured her. **\"People often complain about rabid fragments and leaves all over the place too, but there are quite a few gods here who embrace the chaos. Not sure I can say that for gods who embrace insects, but I'm sure our siblings will get over it, to shun another for being what they are is oh so cruel, is it not?\"** Abrielle asked a metaphorical question, not expecting an answer, but simply stating the obvious, indeed, to shun another of your kind would be quite cruel, a god has nowhere to turn to except the embrace of their siblings, and to be stripped of even that.. She couldn't imagine. A pained look flashed on her face for a moment as she thought, before quickly returning to her normal gleeful self.\n\nExcept she could, a sin she was all too guilty of, though, one she'd attempt to remedy in the near future."
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "Savarii kept looking around, two of her eyes turning back to Abrielle while the others scan the area. She seemed to be diverting her attention quite well, although just a tad more distracted in her conversation with the other goddess. The bugs were generally just landing on parts of the branches, moving around, and circling Savarii's imminent surroundings like swarms of creepy, small surveillance drones. The Hive-Goddess was seemingly quite a paranoid and alert lady who did not like leaving questions unanswered. However, she would continue to interact with Abrielle while her bugs were yet searching the area. \"Mmm~\" She says, her tone half interested while the other three eyes kept individually swiveling to look around. The comment about refusing to shun others does... Catch her attention. For a brief moment, all her eyes turn back to look at Abrielle, scanning her up and down under a new light for a few moments. \"*Mmm... Well said~*\" She says, her mouth contorting into a smirk. \"What world would we live in if we have nobody to turn to among our peers? Gaia surely would not stand for one of her children being ostracized from their own family in such a way...\" She whispers, her eyes gleaming.\n\n\"There are those who... *Lack* Your acceptance, of course. Some fail to understand how diverse the world really is, and how diverse its mortals may be. Gods should not be so tame and conventional in their interests, all interested in flowers, sunny days and dancing.\" She murmurs with a dramatic pout, shaking her head, recalling the short meeting with Tipota and his more... *Abrasive* Reaction to the rotting scents and the bugs in her realm. \"However, I am...*Quite honored* To meet somebody as kind hearted as you~\" Savarii coos with eccentric graciousness, bowing her head ever so slightly, turning a bit more attention to Abrielle. \"You really are a... *Special* Sister, I can already tell~\"\n\nShe assures the other goddess. \"I too share your desire to learn and see as much of the realms of my kin as I can, especially visiting their mortals...\" \n\nWhen the bugs located Caishen, however, Savarii froze, her eyes narrowing. Her \"Hair\" Of tendrils stopped moving and her gaze slowly travelled to where the bugs had found the eavesdropper. A low hiss comes from Savarii and the swarms that surrounded her, all seemingly becoming ever more excited all at once. \"An eavesdropper...\" She murmurs \"I do not like being spied on.\" The woman murmurs out, her honeyed words being mixed with a hint of venom. Her lower, bug like legs begin to stretch out and she raises herself ever higher, turning towards the place where the sound of branches cracking and a heavy object falling had come from. The goddess would begin to glide about the tree towards Caishen, who was now being surrounded by the eyes of various insects all seemingly \"Calling out\" Her location. She would approach slowly, almost like a dance... Trying to draw out the suspense of her arrival ever so slightly for whoever this new deity was. It may provide her target an opportunity to hide or try to flee the bugs, but the risk was worth a little ominous showmanship in her eyes."
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"author": "oceans.lover",
"message": "\"What's so wrong with dancing?\" Caishen mumbled against the roots that she laid face first on, she was rather offended by the comment Savarii had made about sunny days and dancing. Caishen tilted her head heavenward only to see the \"Bug lady\" Making their way over. Her eyelids widened and her jaw seemingly dropped. Caishen's head fell back over into the dirt as she mumbled,\n\n\"If I don't move, they'll think I'm dead.\"\n\nCaishen would've and probably should've been an idiot for thinking such a thing. I mean, they're gods. They're not dumb, except maybe Caishen who continued to lay face flat into the dirt that surrounded the large roots. At this point in time, Caishen was praying to Gaia.. And herself. The goddess of wealth might've been a little narcissistic it seemed. Suddenly, Caishen's hands rose and clapped together as she laid there. \n\n\"Please don't kill me, bug woman! I'm just a little god who was JUST born.\" \n\nCaishen turned her head up towards the goddess, a saddened look tugging at her features. Her eyebrows raised and pulled together, her lower lip jutting out as she started to pout, she even managed to make herself cry on command like a child would. She seemed very immature, that's for sure, but if this could distract the lady long enough to think about how she should run off, she would do it."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*...It never gets any easier... In spite of how hard she's tried...*\n\n\"How hard could it possibly be? Flying's eaasssy~! Just flap those little wings of yours, and soouuur through the air~!\" *She flippantly flapped her hands, with an exasperated expression written all over Yvera's face.* \"Watch where you're gooiiinng! Don't be yapping that trap of yours so much while you're flying so fast! Ugghhh! Have you any idea of how hard it's to not ramble on incessantly, flying through the middle of nowhere!?\"\n\n*Yvera buries her head in her hands, after an infuriated facepalm, zigging and zagging with slow, stuttered ascends and descents. She might've been flying steadily, but only barely. Fortunately, though it hasn't felt like it, Yvera was slowly but steadily improving as she became more familiar with flying. She was no longer panicking so much, and she's learned how to stick a landing without crashing into earth and giving herself as many bruises. Following Yggdrasil's roots offered some stability too, knowing she wasn't flying directly over the void.* \n\n\"...I swear, my Nach must be poisoning my mind... That or I'm just tired, but now's as good a time as any to... Look around, I.. I suppose.\" *Though that wasn't the only reason she was following the roots, after Heredit left Yvera spent some more time at the ball before sneaking out while our Nach was distracted. She didn't do well in crowds anyway, and aside from mingling with the guests there wasn't much more there for her anyway. Besides, her people's survival had reinvigorated her search for her father's remains.*\n\n*...Yvera knew it was farfetched, she wasn't even sure gods left remains, and if they did they'd more than likely be long gone by now. But it wouldn't hurt to look around, besides, she might meet a friendly face in a not so crowded setting.* \n\n\"...I should've had more wine while I had the chance.\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "From up in the sky, Yvera would be able to hear the sound of something moving down below. It wouldn't exactly be hard to spot the source of the noise either, given that said source was making no effort to hide herself. Down below, a seemingly humanoid girl was hopping along the roots, jumping from root to root. Three things might catch the demigod's attention, though. The first was the two pairs of leafy wings attached to the stranger's back. They resembled those of a butterfly's in shape, but also looked like someone had just ripped the leaves off of an apple tree and stuck them to her back.\n\nThe second thing that Yvera would notice would be the outfit that the girl sported. A lopsided red beret sat atop her head, but more importantly, she wore a long, puffy dress with a skirt that seemed to resemble an apple pie. Third and most importantly, on the half of her hair that wasn't covered by the beret, there was an odd, beautiful flower that clashed with her colour scheme. While the strange girl generally had warm colours of brown, red, and green, the flower was a beautiful frosty white and blue shade. Moreover, the flower seemed to resonate with a familiar energy, though it was hard to place.\n\nThe girl herself didn't seem to have noticed the demigod just yet. She still seemed to be busy jumping between trees. Oddly enough, she occassionally hopped back to the root that she'd been earlier before jumping forward again, seemingly for no reason other than to entertain herself. The ball was in Yvera's court now to do as she pleased, since the mortal girl below hadn't seen the flying demigod just yet. However, her window wasn't too long, as even with the occassional backtracking that the Fairy below was doing, it wouldn't be long before she hopped out of sight."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"It's strange, I thought wine was supposed to... I don't know, make me feel a little tipsy? I downed that whole thing, and felt... Fine..? I've never had wine before then, maybe I didn't drink enough? Well, I wouldn't wanna be... Wait.\" *Down below, a mysterious stranger suddenly caught Yvera's attention as she was absentmindedly rambling on and on to no one in particular. She saw a strange girl bouncing between the tree's roots, flinging herself through the air back and forth, doing who knows what. Under any ordinary circumstances, which were sparse, she might've pressed on ahead in search of her father's remains...*\n\n*Though there was something amiss with this strange, little girl, through some inexplicable means Yvera was somehow drawn to her. Whether it be an instinctual gut feeling, or simple curiosity, she started following after her. Soon enough, Yvera's interest was piqued seeing a strange though eerily familiar flower in the girl's hair. She'd never seen anything like it, and to try getting a closer look she started slowly swooping towa-...*\n\n\"Slow... S-Slow... Slow..! Slowdown, slowdown!\" *Scratch that, she fell into a dramatic descent toward the strange, mortal girl. Panicked, the more she tried slowing down, the faster she started falling! Fortunately, her wings would carry her through the increasingly chaotic turbulence straight toward the fairy in question. Unfortunately, she most certainly wasn't slowing down.* \"H-Hey! How're you? Me? I'm falling right now!\"\n\n *At least she had a sense of humor.*"
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Ehh-!?\" *Yvera flinched, and instinctively raised an arm to shield herself from an oncoming shower of slime. Clumpy apples chunks falling at her feet, and applesauce flying onto the sides of her dress. Which immediately froze solid, sticking to the seams of Yvera's cool, though delicate dress. Such a stain was the kind to stick around, fortunately, she wasn't all too attached to our Nach's latest addition of their wardrobe.*\n\n*She took a step back, and sighed, relieved that this was the extent of their confrontation. Before slowly lowering her hand, and approaching the Apple Fairy with her aforementioned peace offering.* \n\n\"Y-Yeah! It's yours, if you'd like.. It... Probably, won't melt, I think.\" *She handed her crystalline apple to the Apple Fairy, and the snow which crept along its side shimmered in the starlight.* \"I'm still, very, very new to flying... It's a little different from walking everywhere, and honestly, it's like my wings have a mind of their own... Which... They might have knowing my Nach, I wouldn't put it past her...\" *She stopped to think, furrowing her brow before sighing.* \"Come to think of it... Why.. Why didn't I think of that sooner!? That's totally it!\"\n\n*It was not, she was just really bad at flying.* \n\n*She raised her hands in frustration, before simmering down soon after, her eyes and subsequently her attention drawn back toward the Apple Fairy.* \"But I uhm... Wanted to talk with you, actually, I noticed you were flinging through the roots and I... Saw something in your hair. That flower, where'd you get it? If uhm, you don't mind my asking.\" *Yvera clutched her hands together, looking keenly interested in her newfound acquaintence and the familiar flower in her hair.* \"O-Oh! Uhh... I'm Yvera, by the way... But.. I... I already said that though so, who're you then?\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "She turned the apple in her hand absentmindedly as she watched Yvera begin to rant about her wings with some amusement. Mallie tilted her head curiously as the demigod in front of her dropped a name that she recognised from Fragarie's stories. \"You're one of Auntie Nach's?\" She grinned. She'd never met the goddess of chaos herself, but she figured that the deity would be fun based on what the Strawberry Maiden had relayed to the Ceres.\n\nThe question about the flower made her smile grow even wider, always happy to talk about her outfit. Gently, she reached up and slid it out of her hair, showing it off to Yvera. \"You like it?\" She bragged unsubtly, \"This one's actually got a cool backstory, too! So a while back I was wandering Gamma Gaia's roots, and then I talked to this Uncle. He was kind of *Woo*, icy, kind of like you!\" She spun it around in her hands. But then for some reason he decided to just explode in the middle of the conversation, and by the way, RUDE. Who goes and dies in the middle of a conversation?!\" \n\nShe seemed indignant. \"Anyway, I knocked on the ground to complain to him about just DYING like that, because RUDE, and then this flower grew out of the ground.\" Yvera would find that the Apple Fairy was as very expressive storyteller, swinging her arms around in wide arcs to illustrate the impact of her words. \"So now I wear it in my hair, because I think it looks pretty!\" She put her fists on her waist, apparently proud of her sweet new accessory.\n\n\"Oh! My name is Mallie!\" She added on as an afterthought. The *Uncle* Mentioned in the story could be her fallen father, especially given the icy description that Mallie had given, but from the sounds of it, the Apple Fairy didn't have anything to do with the death or even know why it had happened. She had her chest puffed out a little as she waited for the praise that she figured that her beautiful hair ornament would get. She didn't seem to realise that Yvera might be the fallen deity's daughter."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"I... Suppose.\" *Auntie? She supposed aunt was an apt descriptor for our Nach, although Yvera considered the Giggling Goddess less like family and more so someone to look after. The feeling was sort of mutual, as far as she could tell. Our Nach never once referred to the other gods as family, friends? Occasionally, creatures? Often, but family? Never, no, she referred to them more often than not as... Others. \n\n*She supposed that was reasonable, our Nach never met her father, and she's likely never met most of the other gods either. It's hard to call someone your family, if they're little more than a stranger.*\n\n*But as the Apple Fairy recounted her tale of the family flower, Yvera's eyes went wide, and she clutched her hand tight to her chest. Her spine straightened up, and a cold, biting chill crawled through her skin. She hung on every one of Mallie's words, like she was gasping for air. She stood stiff and still, frozen in place, the world was practically still in her stead. Her gaze fixed solely upon the Apple Fairy, and she immediately lurched forward with an unbecoming intensity.* \"Did you catch his name by any chance!? A-Anything? Did he say who he was, where he was from, what realm? What... W-What god was he of!?\"\n\n*Yvera grabbed Mallie by the shoulders, staring straight at her with an excited although frightened expression. Something she said had shaken her to her core, anxiety and anticipation was wracking through her...*\n\n\"Please I-! I... I'm sorry that's, this.. It's a lot and... I just need to know, Mallie, it's nice to meet you.\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The sudden lurch forward caught the Fairy off guard. Mallie drew back a little as the demigod was suddenly far closer than she'd been moments before. The intensity certainly didn't help the Apple Fairy to feel less on the spot. She racked her brains for her memories on the encounter. It hadn't been significant enough for her to keep as a core memory, but she did her best to look back a couple months and remember if the deity had ever introduced himself. After a moment, Yvera could almost see the lightbulb going off in the mortal's head as Mallie remembered.\n\n\"Oh, right! It was uncle Ica!\" She clapped her hands together, happy to have got it and not understanding the effect that it would likely have on her converastion partner. \"He called himself... God of winter, ice, and snow?\" She tilted her head. \"You know, in retrospect, that *Does* Make the whole icy theme he had going on make sense.\" With her answer given, she slipped out of Yvera's grasp by turning her shoulders into apple sauce again while the rest of her body flew backwards a bit. \"And, uh, the icy theme of this.\" \n\nShe removed the flower from her hair once again, squinting at it. She hadn't really given much thought as to why the flower had come out all cold elementally, but now that she was really thinking about it, it was sort of obvious and she should definitely have realised it sooner. Despite the fact that Yvera was all ice elementally herself, the Apple Fairy actually hadn't put two and two together to realise the connection between the god she'd seen die months ago and the distraught demigod in front of her right now.\n\nIt took her a hot second to register the last thing that the demigod had said, but it eventually did as Mallie looked up. \"It's nice to meet you too!\" She said cheerily no matter what state teh demigoddess was in. Whether Yvera be prancing around in joy or having a panic attack, Mallie's greeting would be the exact same either way."
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "It's a small thing, that which wandered through that darkness.\n\nImpossibly complex, and entirely simple. Wood met metal met wood met metal met wood met metal met wood. Somewhere, in that mess of things and ingredients was flesh. Flesh met blood and bone, boiled together into a sapient machine, strands of pink and strands of red interlinking around columns of white until a beautiful mortal stood. A mortal; a boat. A mortal on a boat. Several mortals, even. They had built it, in their great knowledge and power, and it allowed them to sail into sections of the world they had yet to explore. How incredible was that, then? That with their hands and their thumbs and their thick heads they could put together something that allowed them such freedom?\n\nCould they invent wings to fly next? Could they forge themselves a future where they were safe from threats?\n\nIn the same way that they had created that bone, through love and labor and intent to succeed, they too had been created. Chiseled away from stone like sculptures that were never meant to move. And yet they moved, their stone to flesh and everything else that composed them. What an incredible thing! Would they too some day build something that would build something that would build something? Would they too build something that could look for its creator and wonder its purpose? How terrifying a thought, how incredible. These mortals were young, so young. They would live for hundred of years, and every year a great well of knowledge expanded. What would one mortal's one hundredth birthday look like? Would their boats still be made of wood? Would they use boats at all?\n\nWould their creator too move on from such primitive creations?\n\nPerhaps it was that dark, ever reaching sea that drove such thoughts to the forefront of a mortal's mind. So many years spent in the stone, and now they were every where but. There was no where more opposite of the stone than this obsidian sea where stars speckled and monsters roamed like slumbering mountains in the sky, and storms brewed as if alive. Was this sea, this great sea, forged too? Had it been made upon a table as most things were? Everything trickled back to that most greatest monument in the horizon. The tree.\n\nGaia. \n\nIt presented Gods without direction and without guidance, and in turn those gods turned and did the same with their mortals. Had she too been created and abandoned? How far back did it go, when explored deeply enough? Was there an end to things were one to travel back, or only an infinite amount of beginnings, feeding on itself like a misguided serpent? The dwarves did not consciously seek out answers from the tree, but their path found themselves at one of the many roots, the tip of the boat gently brushing off the expansive side of the bark covered limb.\n\n\"Let's dock here.\" A dwarf spoke. Brick. His name reflected his appearance, quite nearly wider than he was tall, and packed with muscle. His shaved head was compensated by a beard that reached his feet, every step a threat to catch it and crack his neck like a fragile crystal. Jak focused her gaze, looking up from the stone tablet in her hand, chisel gripped loosely and without effort. \n\n\"Huh?\" She asked, vision swimming together slowly as she tried to remember what they'd been doing before she got lost in her thoughts.\n\n\"That girl, always dreaming. This is why we never get anything done.\" Hamm chortled, his head shaking as he looked to Brick, tying the boat off on a knob of wood that hooked it well.\n\n\"I was hoping if you weren't going to help with the oars that you'd at least write what we've been doing.\" Brick grumbled, expression tired as he tossed a hide bag to each of his fellow scouts.\n\n\"Not much to write.\" Jak said, looking about as she fumbled the bag out of the air. \"Why are we at the roots?\"\n_ _\n\n\"To have lunch, silly.\" Hamm said, slapping Jak's bag with the back of his knuckles as he waddled forward, small boat shifting with his *Rotundness.* According to one of the many stories he regaled Brick and Jak with in their many days on the sea, he'd never wanted to join the scouts. A big man like him, going all hood and dagger? It hadn't called to him the same way that staying at home had. No one ever wanted to join the scouts. The stone was safe. It was secure. Why would someone leave that just to go to the most dangerous parts of the wider world?\n\nJak had joined because she was curious. \n\nBrick had signed on because he'd lost someone he cared about, and Jak knew little more than that.\n\nHamm had just plain been unfortunate, and yet he'd been the one who'd adjusted the best. He was good with the boats, and he kept good track of their resources when Jak became too lost in her own mind to bother remembering. For that she was grateful, and doubly so that he never really held it against her. His meaty hand helped her onto the roots, and it wasn't long before the three dwarves were seated and eating.\n\nThe scouts was the branch for the lost, Jak liked to think. Maybe it was corny. But there was a call, and all three of them knew it, six sets of dwarven eyes set on that great tree in the distance, so large it seemed close and yet *So* Far away. It was like fate called to them. \n\nJak just knew how to listen better than most."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "Perhaps the team of scouts was a home for the directionless, but it came with certain benefits. For example, the sights that they might see.\n\n The roots of Gaia were a scene that no dwarf would ever be able to behold from their home of Lithos, a creation beyond mortal comprehension. Even the root that they had settled on, small and scrawny in comparison to most of the other Roots of the World Tree, seemed large enough to hold several planes. Even from here, Yggdrasil rose higher than their mortal eyes could see, and a seemingly endless sea of nothingness stretched out farther than they could sail in a hundred of their lifetimes. From their position on the boat, the place had seemed completely clear.\n\nThen they stepped onto the root, and the vast emptiness only served to make the giant stand out more. \n\nThe stranger had been like a mirage. One moment she had not been there, and the next she was. The dwarves that remained on the boat would continue to be oblivious to her presence, but those that laid their boots on the wood of the World Tree would suddenly catch sight of her.\n\nIt was certainly a *Her*, just by the shape of her body, yet to call her that seemed odd.\n\nShe was no dwarf. She could barely be called human. \n\nWhite linen spilled over pale skin as the creature kneeled over a woven basket of grain. An alabaster hood cast a shadow over her face, but a pair of golden braids did protude from the hood. They hung like chains over the basket, nearly indistinguishable from the massive sheaves of wheat and rice that peeked over the edge of the basket the colossus towered over. \n\nTwo pairs of arms jutted from her sides, the only part of her besides her feet and braids that wasn't covered by her garments. Nimble fingers pulled ear after titanic ear of grain from the basket, deftly either placing them at her side or tossing them into the ocean of void in front of her.\n\nThe giant had yet to notice the dwarven arrivals. \n\nOr, perhaps, she simply did not acknowledge them."
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "The three dwarves hadn't even time to start unpacking their lunch before a tension filled the air, so thick it could almost seem to suffocate them.\n\nFirst, it was Brick, his shoulders squaring and his body straightening as his eyes set ahead at the figure he wasn't entirely sure was present. It wasn't until Hamm too froze in trepidation that Brick seemed to confirm his own perception. There was something down the way. No- not something. A woman. It was Jak who noticed last, her eyes settling past the two meaty men with an unfocused bleariness, and it was her who took the first few steps forward. Hamm was almost silent, a small noise escaping his throat as he reached for her shoulder, but he made no move to stop her. It wasn't until Brick set out his hand and placed it upon her shoulder with a firm strength did words finally tear from the trio.\n\n\"Don't.\" Brick said, his steely gaze set upon the young woman before him.\n\n\"What.. Is that?\" Hamm murmured, his eyes still affixed to the figure in the distance with something grander than horror, and yet different than awe. Something entirely new and wholly unknown. In its infinite complexities, he could not decipher it, so all he could do was stare, like a deer in headlights. \n\nJak couldn't summon an immediate answer, her hand coming to Brick's much larger one to wrench his fingers off. It didn't take much persuasion for him to release her, but with every step she took, her took one to match. If she weren't to go then, the dwarves wouldn't go at all. Her gaze floated across the enchanting figure as if afraid that it might vanish when she blinked.\n\nEvery second that passed, she drew in the shape of the woman. Would this be the last thing she saw, or just another story to record on a tablet? Could a tablet ever do something like this justice? Jak had wanted to be a writer of tales for as long as she could remember. Maybe it was what drove her to become a scout, really. She had too much in her head. It felt nice, at times, to get it out. But there were times were in all of her literacy and all of her grammatical knowledge, that she could not summon forth the words or phrasing to do justice to something so aweful. \n\nIt was a silent walk as the dwarves closed the distance, thick muscles set with wariness within the men. Jak led the way, an almost dream like quality to her every move, as if she could so easily discard the reality of danger in such an otherworldly scenario. \n\n\"My name is Jak.\" She murmured out, to the much larger woman, a grand thirty feet between them. She wasn't entirely sure her words would carry that far, but in the vastness of such a space they sat within, there was little other noise."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The giant's head turned, the light of the sea of stars behind the dwarves illuminate her face. \n\nOh, she was definitely not human.\n\nBelow the snowy hood lay not one, not two, but one and a half faces. The face of a human woman in her thirties was cut off at the mouth by the forehead of a second face, this one of a child. The adult's eyes were closed while the child's eyes were wide open. \n\nThe creature stared down at the dwarves for a moment before shifting to lean down over the mortals. The whole root seemed to shake from the impact of the giant's movement, and the world only seemed to stop rumbling when she stopped to observe them.\n\nThen came her voice... Or perhaps, voices. A gruff old dwarf rebuffing an arrogant apprentice, a human child on the verge of sobbing, the laughter of a Trixie, even the roar of a dragon. All of them spoke at once in a strange and unnatural harmony as this creature addressed the small scouting party.\n\n**\"You...\"** The voices whispered, screamed, cried, laughed. **\"You are Pyralith's children.\"**\n\nThe hulking figure tilted her head a bit. It was only now that she was facing them that the dwarves would notice that she was covered in eyes. Eyes peered at the mortals from everywhere. One of the titan's wrists, another on her chest, even one on her shoulder. \n\nNormally, Triticea would have made herself more presentable to mortals, but they had caught her in a moment that she had been meaning to spend with herself. This form was closer to her true shape than the one that she usually adopted for mortal convenience and formal events, and that was clearly showing to the dwarves.\n\nEven as she began to speak again, the dwarves' minds would be straining to comprehend this creature. She seemed to be the giant before them and as large as the World Tree itself and as small as Jak all at once, and their minds would pound as their mortal brains tried to process this being before them.\n\n**\"For what reason do you disturb my peace?\"** The being asked."
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "She was *So* Beautiful.\n\nSo beautiful it burned. Her appearance shined and shimmered and shifted and changed and it *Burned*, itched something in their minds, *Pushed* And pulled and warped and changed and every glimpse of Triticea that the mortals could see was like something that had leaked into the folds of their brains and then pulled out, laced in thorns. What a horrific thing, to see a God- to see even half a Goddess as they did not, in her form not meant to be seen. The three stood, as if frozen under the weight of her many infinite voices and the great complexities of her existence, something they had not been designed to comprehend.\n\nBrick led the way, as he seemed fond of doing, whipping his head away and towards the bark beneath them, averting his gaze so he could spare himself *Some* Of that pounding acknowledgement, which beat in on itself like a paradox, tore itself apart like a contradiction. Hamm followed suit, four eyes set downwards in a position that almost seemed reminiscent of reverence. Yet, a pair of eyes lingered, glowing softly under the strange lighting of the roots, reflecting the ambient lighting back like headlights.\n\nShe was *So* Beautiful.\n\nThe dreamer's eyes shimmered with what could only be tears, glimmering and warping the light that reflected as her eyes flicked between those that had set upon the Goddesses' form. What an amazing thing, to see her. What beauties and horrors sat just beyond the veil of Lithos. For the briefest of moments, she wondered why exactly they had ever restrained themselves to the stone. What a small existence, in such a *Vast* And impossible world. It felt.. Defeatist. Once more, the young woman was snapped from her thoughts by the voice of Brick.\n\nHe sounded small.\n\nHe was. They all were.\n\n\"Only by happenstance, divine mistress.\" A bow, his arm folded to his chest. Sloppy. Afraid. \"I offer my apologies. We will leave immediately.\"\n\nHis heavy boots stepped back across the root behind him, thick arm coming to press against the torsos of his travelling scout companions and guide them quickly away. Brick was simple. He was not like Jak. He could not see things the way she did, he wouldn't try. Her eyes focused, unfocused, staring and flickered over the shifting shape of what was before her. It would click, with time. If she let that comprehension seep, maybe then she could explain the pull she felt to it. \n\nShe did not look away. She could not. Even as Brick and Hamm both turned to guide her away, to try and turn her from the being she was not made to comprehend."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "The goddess, because a being like this could *Only* Be divine, considered the mortals as they offered her apologies and promised to leave. The dwarves would know, as sure as they knew they were dwarves, that she was looking both at them and through them. \n\nSomething was... Odd, though.\n\nAlthough only the child's eyes were open, her gaze was vacant. If anything it felt like it was the woman with only half a face that was truly looking at them, yet it was this was the face with eyes sealed shut. Then again, when did beings like this one need to obey the laws of a mortal body? They would know that this was a being equal to their World Smith, a sibling to their Pyralith. \n\nTwo of them made to leave.\n\nBut one... Did not.\n\nOne remained staring up at the Satiety, with eyes of wonder that refused to comprehend the being before her no matter how hard she stared.\n\nThat wonder reminded her of something.\n\n**\"Wait.\"** The Hunger did not move to stop them, yet her words rang with the absolute authority that over the worlds beyond number that dotted the roots of the World Tree. \n\nThe Harvest was looking through them all, their instincts would scream. Not the dreamer nor her simpler comrades was spared the divine gaze. \n\n**\"Children of the World Smith, creations of my sister.\"** The divine voice spoke calmly. There was no shout, no scream, no demand. She did not need to do either for her words to feel like they needed to be heard.\n\n**\"Before you go, answer this question.\"**\n\nThe silence that could only have lasted for few seconds seemed to stretch out for hours as the air grew so thick with tension the mortals would find it difficult to breathe.\n\n**\"What would you say your purpose is?\"**\n\nIt was a question that she had posed before, not that any of these three would know that. She had not been satisfied with the answer before, but had let the mortal who had given her the answer go.\n\nThe gods had their purposes granted to them.\n\nSo what guided mortals without Gaia's guidance?"
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"author": "moth_hole",
"message": "Jak couldn't fight against Brick and Hamm's combined strength, her feet scrambling back as they tried to gently pull her away from the confounding and mesmerizing sight that was Triticea. How could they turn their gazes away before knowing what they were looking at? How could they not try to understand it, to know it as they knew themselves? How could they not *Ponder?* Even as they moved her backwards, she would not let them turn her away, making it as difficult as possible for them to try and spare her from that madness.\n\n*Wait.*\n\nIt was a sudden stillness, a response to her single uttered word. The push and pull of limbs stilled into an uncanny freeze. As if they were simply too *Still* To breathe. How incredible, what instinct could do to a mortal, what it made of them when it was felt necessary. Like animals. In a way they were just that. Talking animals. Beyond even simple comparison to the infinities of godhood, they were *Just* Animals, with and without the deity before them. The Wheat Mother's words were felt the way a doe felt an earthquake before it came, the way a wound felt a storm. \n\nHer words came *Through* Them. It was remarkable. They were not being spoken to, they were being spoken, and it was a horrifying experience. The words did not sound, they did not echo or trickle- they were not *Heard.* They just were, and they were felt to the very core of each dwarf, as certainly as the electric signals down their spines. \n\n*Before you go, answer this question.*\n\nThat impossible silence stretched on, and in those many moments, the dwarves finally felt the need for breath. Sharp intakes, one by one, as Brick and Hamm turned back to the Goddess, their eyes set at their feet. Jak had never looked away, eyes still wide and reflecting that awful, awe-ful thing back at it, gaze glimmering with wetness. Not fear nor sadness, but.. Her. Through those windows, this mortal was presented plainly.\n\n*What would you say your purpose is?*\n\nJak blinked, finally, drawing in a series of short breaths. It was a staggering question, and seconds passed in the silence that followed. Quiet usually felt like a heavy blanket. Something that was comfortable, but easily removed it necessary. It was *Optional.* Crystalcreep was a loud place. Existence itself was *Loud.* The beating of hearts, pumping of veins, creaking of bones and the shifting of movement. It was horribly loud. Here, silence was an absence. While a blanket was smothering, an absence suffocated. Nothingness. It was a contrast. \n\nBrick spoke first, his eyes moving up to gaze up once more at the Goddess so he could present his simple truth.\n\n\"My purpose is to protect those weaker than me. Keep them safe.\" Brick said, his eyes shifting to Jak briefly before gravitating down like an apple fallen from a tree. Still, the young woman did not speak next.\n\n\"I want to take care of others. Feed them, bandage them. Whatever it takes. Whatever makes it easy.\" Hamm spoke in a shaky voice. Unlike Brick, he did not lift his gaze. He did not have that strength. Maybe it was pride. What was the difference to a dwarf? \n\nFinally, it seemed all eyes were on Jak. Her stare, as it always had been, was set forward in that warbling beam. Even now, the image before her refused to line up, but every second it felt as if it *Might.* Sometimes, it almost seemed to. In those many complexities, was there even an answer? And if there was, to what question? Jak had always been searching for answers to questions she'd been too scared to ask. \n\n\"Maybe we're just here to exist.\" Jak whispered out, voice trembling with an emotion she wasn't quite sure what to label. \"Maybe we're here to know what existing means. Maybe.. Maybe- Maybe- t..\" Her words trailed off, for a moment. \"Maybe we just exist to see things, right? So we can give everything around us meaning. So the unseeable things can be seen regardless, so they have context for what 'unseeable' even means. Maybe we exist to be small people in large oceans.\""
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "At the crest of the world tree, where the branches get thinner and most numerous, grows the rarest fruit of all. There are many budding growths, but only so many seem to sprout. Each sprouts in different ways, some growing like an egg, others being large leafy buds or swirling masses of water and flame, and some even seeming to be a normal fruit. These 'fruits' are unborn gods, and how they look and 'hatch' can vary drastically. \n\nUpon their \"Birth\", most gods will land upon one of the many other tree branches. For a deity, Yggdrasil is not hard to climb, and walking along these woody pathways is second nature for most. As such, the upper branches act almost like an initial meeting area as much as they do a birthing place."
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"author": "reiteration6",
"message": "In the upper branches of the World Tree is a fruit of gold and gems, a delicate fabergé egg, measuring two metres in height. For an uncertain amount of time it has sat unmoving, but now the egg stirs, shaking fractionally as it is struck from within. A muffled scratching is followed by the harsh sound of tearing metal, as claws find purchase. Slowly, steadily, gouges are carved into the object's immaculate form from within. Then one-by-one, four taloned appendages emerge from the tear, rending apart elegant eggshell in an effort at widening the gap. They are soon followed by an expressionless face, with big eyes and bigger ears, but no brow, nose or mouth.\n\nAfter that comes the godling's porcelain body, squirming through the hole which he has clawed open. Letting go, the newborn deity hovers weightlessly in the void and observes his handiwork for a moment, then turns his blank eyes outwards to regard the rest of creation beyond the branches of his mother-tree.\n\nOnly to find that there is no more out there. The pitch-darkness of Nothing weighs on him, inspiring in the back of his mind a twinge of uncertainty, a flicker of paranoia, an unsubstantiated worry. He quickly turns away, gaze diverted back to the safety and security of Gaia's boughs."
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"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "After the first fruit broke and hatched, another began to stir. A round, flawless orb of pale rock, at first the only activity that could be perceived was a tiny rocking of the 'fruit'. Then, it began to grow more violent, tapping and scratching growing audible from within, though there was none around to hear it. Then, abruptly, the entire thing shattered like glass. Standing in the remains of the egg was a large creature, quadrupedal with a long, powerful neck and legs. Swishing it's tail, the newly born god craned it's neck to Gaia, it's face covered by the remains of its godfruit as if it were a mask. Pawing at the ground, it searched for the words to express emotions that had never been felt before. It released a wordless trumpet into the void, trying to convey a complex meaning with a simple sound; mother, I am the vessel of your will"
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "*Closer to the bottom of the tree sat a fruit that was a bit more.. Ripe, to say the least. While it resembled an apple, albeit with brighter colors, it wasn't nearly as pristine as the two before it, muddled by spots and smelling sickly sweet - the stench of fermentation. The only similarity it had was its size, matching the others quite well in that regard. Slowly, the fruit seemed to crack open, as if something inside was weighing it down, until the fruit bursted with a bit of a squelch. From this explosion of stench, a small, demonic looking entity fell through, landing face down on the branch below.*\n*Taking a moment to adjust, the creature shook off any flesh of the fruit that stuck to him, taking his first look at the world around him. Voids and branches, mainly.. But the thing that drew his attention were the other fruits, so varied in design. He wanted to poke one, see what would happen.. Well, not like he's just not going to now. Standing up, he propelled himself with the double pair of wings in his back, trying to see who else was around. As he drifted through the branches, he actually grabbed a piece of the fermented fruit he hatched from, taking a cautious bite.. Hey, this stuff was pretty good.*"
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"author": "dani4c",
"message": "Nestled in the shadows of a large branch another godfruit resides. This one of bark scraps and dead foliage held together through a glowing substance. It sits and turns in the immaterial aether of Gaia's breath. Its glow casts soft light upon the branches around it. The shell of foliage gives shape to the light with its shadow transfiguring the images with every twist and turn of the fruit. \n\nIn but a moment the fruit shifts, turns, and expands. Strands of bright celestial silk carry the debris around a glowing core in a vibrant halo. This form melts and twists and shapes itself in a flurry of indecision and impatience. Phalanges, hands, insectoid arms, cloth, wings, eyes, mandibles, legs, heads, horns, spines, stretching in all poses and observed by the core. \n\nEventually it slows, bringing its strands closer to the core, laying and weaving into a half-familiar humanoid form of many arms and legs. Loose strands all along their form shine in the glow of their core and the light of Gaia, still shifting in the tree's breath. \nThey rest hanging upside-down upon their birth branch. Gazing upon the perfection of creation, the form and the void. Ever-the-while Glancing at the imperfection of their own indecisive form. \n\nThey rest there still, watching, listening, and feeling, bathing in sensation of everything and nothing."
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"author": "anarchovillagerist",
"message": "High upon the world tree where the branches grow thin, grew a pear shaped fruit of deep orange and incarnadine. There it sat for an eternity, until like all things, it began to decay and rot. The rot was small at first, just a little spot of spoiled fruit near the center, but the rot had spread deep, and soon a hole had began to form. And from this hole spilled forth, millions if not billions of beetles, who began to devour the fruit from inside and out. The beating of their wings was a deafening cacophony as they swarmed across the fruit in their desperate mission to consume.\n\nAnd as the fruit was destroyed a tall deathly pale woman of humanoid form emerged from the cloud of beetles, bearing the same wings of orange and black the swarm had traversed the fruit with. With these wings she flew and circled round the world tree, pondering the strange new world she found herself in. And though she flew, she dared not stray too close to the void for fear of losing herself in it, for she remembered the void, and she vowed to guide those who are lost so that they may avoid being trapped within that eternal void."
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"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "Somewhere on the upper branches of Gaia, there is a lazy-looking, thin branch. It bends heavily downwards, almost touching the trunk of the world tree itself with the single, large nut-like fruit that is attached at the very tip of the branch.\nThe only think keeping one from thinking that this one is dead, is the occasional shaking of the nut that can be seen as if some weight shifted around on the inside. \nBut unlike the other fruits on the tree, this one does not seem to hatch. In fact, it does not want to hatch more or less because contained within, is the goddess of comfort and sloth who, if she had things her way, would remain inside her shell for the rest of eternity. But the branch of her fruit hangs low enough to become a nuisance to anybody who would want to pass by as the large walnut blocks a narrow path on a larger branch below."
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"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "Bright. Beautiful. Sweet. The blossom, a very pretty red, pursed tightly to keep safe the contents within it. Easily, one petal opened, and in turn each began to fall slowly. A steady trickle of water ran from it, onto a branch below, which became stronger as the plant continued to open. Eventually, the goddess slipped out, pulled from the sanctuary that was her blossom. Adorned in white silk, her eyes still shut, she landed comfortably on the branch below. As the water touched her skin, it turned to steam, warming the air around her. Or perhaps she was the one warming it herself? The water stopped as she opened her smiles, a comforting smile spreading across her cheeks. She was alive. She was here."
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "*Phsshhh...*\n\nThe steady hissing of air through cabbaged leaves spread ripples about their surface. As if Gaia Herself has sprung a leak, the seemingly normal \"Cabbage\" Grew. Or, rather, it inflated. Each leaf stretched, the perforations and veins spreading out, each distorted to the verge of tearing.\n\n*Whiissssssttt~*\n\nAnd yet, as the very leaves seemed to be stretched impossibly, no cracks had formed. They only grew and grew, until the bud had elongated to ten times its size... And then more. And more... And more...\n\n**POP!**\n\nWith a resounding bang, strips of salad flung out in all directions, fluttering in the air. Sparkles accompanied them, like glitter, shimmering in even the meagre light provided by the few stars. But, as the natural confetti settled, and the torn remnants of the leaf balloon twisted back into their natural shape, there seemed to be nothing.\n\nWhere was the god?\n\nWhere was the newborn?\n\nWas that it?\n\nWas-\n\n\"I'm over here, dummy~!\" Came a chippy voice. An announcement spoken to no-one. The starry-eyed girl grinned from ear to ear, the bells atop her jester cap jingling. Atop the branch *Opposite* To the popped bud, she sat, before rolling forwards and flipping down onto the natural-wood walkways. \n\n\"And ooooh boy, am I ready to be Me!\""
},
{
"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "All things came to an end at a point, good and bad. Life would spring out of death, only to succumb again, a good day with friends would end with a goodbye, and so too, wakefulness would come to even the deepest slumber. The time had come, and even she, a budding divinity, had instincts she needed to answer for. In the heights of the branches, a silk cocoon was split open from the inside. \n\nFour arms, somewhere between human and insect, found purchase on the silk shell, and slowly, surely, the newborn god hauled herself free. First came the fluffy antennae, slowly unfurling from where they were matted against her hair. Then her head, deep black eyes blinking wearily on a pale face. Vivienne stretched, torso slipping free next. Her deep purple wings still laid, crumpled against her back, restless divine energy still swirling within. They would properly form in time. And finally, came her legs, still shaky from what felt like an eternity of sleep. \n\nVivienne yawned, weakly rubbing one of her eyes as she clung to the closest branch to her cocoon. The first day of her divine duty had started, but her wings still needed to dry and all. Tiredly, she passed her gaze over the surrounding branches. Maybe she could have a little nap first, as a treat..."
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{
"author": "sanguinerose",
"message": "*Amongst the variety of fruits and nuts being nurtured in the upper boughs of the grand World Tree hung a nut-like carapace the hue of polished steel. Its sharp, accented facets gave the impression of two kite shields back to back morphed, stretched, and fused into something approaching a sphere.*\n\n*The one inside opened her eyes, at first not making the distinction between the blackness of sleep and the dark within this nursery. There were but a few moments where she blissfully knew nothing at all, though that could not last. The dreams, or rather nightmares, she'd nurtured as the Tree nurtured she herself would flood her mind. Self-awareness, then filled her shell, mixing with the scraps of memory.*\n\n*The fledgling goddess manifested a glaive wreathed in flame to hand, carving through the metallic nut like so much butter. Had she always been able to that? More flashes of memory both distant yet familiar confirmed it. She'd done similar before, but then she'd relied on fundamentals of reality. This was different... It was as if she willed it and reality twisted upon itself in microcosm to comply. Curious.*\n\n*Lucifera wore a tired expression as she emerged from the melted furrow, polearm still held loosely in one hand. She hopped effortlessly to the branch just below to gaze upon... Nothing. Or rather, potential.*\n\n*Her tired gaze morphed to one of solemn deterimation as she stared into that unending void. She allowed herself to shed a single tear for the dead woman whose fragmented memories she was burdened by, and no more. Her polearm collapsed upon itself in a mass of pulsing metal before taking tbe shape of a lantern as she turned to explore the boughs she found herself upon.*"
},
{
"author": "skeletontrauma",
"message": "*The world tree. Yggdrasil. Beautiful. A glorious gift from Gaia that stands in contrast to the emptiness of the void. Among the branches, dazzling and enchanting lights form. Swelling and swirling, each as singular as the precious contents within. They begin to grow and change until beings fall from Yggdrasil like divine leaves. The first to witness, the first to think, the first to exist.*\n\n**G O D S.**\n\nEach was unique, each holding different beliefs and ideals, but each of them still had a common goal. Creation. To fulfill the will of Gaia and shape this world as they see fit. A genuinely wondrous existence to be brought into. To be given such a grand purpose as to rule and have dominion over their domains! To create life and foundation in the shape of oneself or one's domain is truthfully befitting of the gods. A god without creations to call their own, would they even be a god at all?\n\nThe Gods who stand beneath what once was the canopy of newly forged stars can only watch as the void in which Yggdrasil sits latches onto and pulls itself into the foreground in a reality-bending display. The branches of Yggdrasil begin to dim, and with the branches, the stars above seem to be swallowed up. As quickly as the stars themselves were blotted out, they returned untouched and unharmed. As for the inky blackness that remains latched to the limbs of Yggdrasil, it begins to trickle down and coalesce into a singularity among the stars. An unsightly black hole that remains as if it belongs amid the bounty of stars. Silence falls upon the spectators as the mass shivers and beneath forms a droplet. Those with eyes on the mass felt another shudder as the mass shook violently. The droplet falls freely as it's shaken loose, leaving wispy trails across the golden backdrop of Yggdrasil. Growing in ferocity, the singularity rattles, sending tremors in the space around it, distortions bending light at impossible degrees, finally. It stops.\n\nGods can prepare for battle, other watch with indifference, and some can run and cower, but all they witness from the void is nothing. Those who expected something bursting from the seams of the hole received nothing in return. Nothing more can come from that black void, for *Something* Has already fallen. Keen-eyed god would notice the droplet which mars the branches they stand on begin to reconstitute and take a form similar to the surrounding gods. Flickering between black and white, the structure stands before you all. Without a word, all there know its name. Paranoia.\n\nA featureless face. A void embodied. To give something to nothing, what a paradoxical being. Paranoia takes in their being, takes in their peers, and finally, their surroundings. The sight of Yggdrasil was as breathtaking as the endlessness of the void itself, and Paranoia would find themselves entranced by existence. Tears would form where eyes should be, and suddenly Para was overwhelmed with joy. They are something again. They exist. They can feel! Oh, Gaia, they can think again! Sounds of joy and fanatic laughter can be heard from the figure as they feel their body and face. Sniffling and wiping away tears, Paranoia smiles and turns to face anyone looking at the time. \n\n\"HI! HELLO! I'M PARANOIA! NICE TO SEE YOU! GREAT TO BE HERE!\" They approach anyone they can to greet and hug."
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{
"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "*The demon had been happily drifting for a bit, enjoying the void, munching on fruit, pretty much all he knew of his time as a god. But then, his attention was drawn to the large nut-looking thing - what was a nut? He didn't know - but it was different, exciting! Flapping, the creature glided towards it, coming to land on the branch below it.*\n*Taking the final few steps up to it, the demon placed a hand on it, feeling the skin. Certainly felt nice but could he feel it more? Pulling his hand back, he made a fist from some unconscious memory, punching the nut lightly. Wow, he could, neat! He should do this more often, it's so cool. He made a repetitive motion, pulling his fist back only to slam it back into the weird fruit in front of him. As he did, small, blunt spikes began to form on his knuckles, though whether that was a conscious decision or not was unknown. Certainly felt weird to do this.. Thing. Punching? Punching seemed like a good name. This punching was fun though, especially with all the little cracks it made on the thing he punched.*"
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{
"author": "dabony",
"message": "\"HIIIIII!\" Came an equally loud shout. With a goofy grin, Silly ran along the branches with *Half* The speed and grace of a ninja. Her legs stepped perfectly, and she simply ignored gravity at times, hopping on the underside and falling upwards or to the side. But, her arms were anything but. They flailed and flapped about, tapping on leaves and bark, or simply clapping.\n\nHer approach was marked with the jingling of bells, and though it happened in a matter of seconds, any gods she passed by would hear the doppler effect in action. Sharp high-pitched jingles as she approached, and low jangles as she left.\n\nUpon finally locating this new entity, Silly jumped and twirled in the air, flinging herself at It sideways and intercepting anyone else who might have otherwise obtained the first hug... Only to poof into a burst of confetti the moment she reached Paranoia's arms.\n\n\"Gotcha nose~!\" She was behind him. How she got there, who could say. One arm looped over their shoulder (or the closest approximation of such) and hugged from behind. Her other held a little blob of shadow, and dangled it in front of the void-entity's face.\n\n\"Wait... This is your nose, right? Do you have a nose? Or is it my nose? Oh- I know-!\" \n\nIn a poof of confetti once again, Silly was in front of Paranoia, giggling. Her nose was covered by a common accessory of a clown, only the round blob was inky and black to such a degree that it almost appeared two-dimensional in nature. No depth could be easily discerned from its lack of light.\n\n\"Hi!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The tree of the world is one that is vast and old, swaying branches whispering the secrets to its everlasting life, that is if one would only listen. A seemingly smaller bud bends its bough, its leafy green exterior covered in scrawled writing as the interior shimmered. The writing is in an unknown language and looks to be almost frantically written down, as if the author was in a rush to get all of the knowledge out into the air. The bud finally reached a flat platform and was ceremoniously released from the branch that held it, the top of the bud flowering slightly. The tips of them being to turn pink, slowly peeling back while flooding downwards in the pink color. The interior silver glow peeks out from the top as one by one the flower petals peel off and settle gently to the floor, power leaking from the bud as the one residing in it slowly gathers what they have been gifted. While all of this is happening, the sea of stars is alight with power as a supernova of green begins to build in the sky*\n\n*As the pile of cherry pink petals grows larger, only few remain holding the bud together before it, as well as the green star begin to shine brightly. All at one the star snaps into its place in the sky and the remaining petals fall open, revealing a new deity to the rest there. His eyes are closed and his hands are outstretched to his sides, covered in ink that swirls and crawls up his arms in a almost mesmerizing pattern. Dark ringlets and waves frame his face as the god takes his first breath, breathing in the smells of the forest while his fingers buzz with the hum of power and connection. It takes him a moment, but suddenly he can hear voices, some quiet and soft, some deep and haunting, while others are loud and boisterous. He opens his eyes and begins to look around, cocking his head to the side like a puppy as he studies the room with a curious gaze*"
},
{
"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd slowly turned from Gaia to look at the gathering of gods among her branches. \n\nHmm... Wyrd. For reasons that the god couldn't place, this seemed to be a word that he identified with. As he contemplated it further, he *Had* Words. Curious. Whatever the case, Wyrd slowly scanned the procession, unhurried and unphased by the chaos around him.\n\nOf all of the newborn deities flitting between the branches of the tree, one in particular drew his interest. The strange being who seemed to appear from the void struck him as a god, just as the rest of them were, despite its unconventional entrance. As the towering god began to approach Paranoia, another sound caught his attention.\n\nA strange jingling approached from behind, and before Wyrd could even turn to look at it, the sound's source seemed to run between his rear legs and out of his front legs, seemingly unphased by the owner of the limbs. Make that two curious gods.\n\nMoving slowly but taking great strides, Wyrd approached the two, craning his neck this way and that to get a better look at them. \n\n\"Hrmm...\" Wyrd rumbled, his voice strange and deep. \"I am... Wyrd. I greet you... Little godkin.\""
},
{
"author": "anarchovillagerist",
"message": "As Silph flies through the air around Yggdrasil, she spots a glowing entity resting on the underside of a branch. Her curiosity spiked, Silph flies down and lands on the branch, swinging down onto it's underside and slowly crawling towards the glowing figure.\n\nAs she nears the figure of Nareau, she cautiously greets it.\n\n\"Hello strange glowing one\""
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{
"author": "skeletontrauma",
"message": "Para looked up at the figure who greeted them. Obvious to everyone, there was a look of surprise and joy across their lack of facial features. As the absolutely zany and/or wacky (Who knows) individual came racing towards them, Para was using both \"Arms\" To wave at them as they approached terminal speeds! Mits flailing both arms in excitement, he would be assaulted by the many antics of Silly, too enthralled by the antics to even form a response. As Silly rambled on, Para stood there bewildered before finally getting the opportunity to speak. \n\n\"Hi,\" They said in response. \n\nThere would be a pause before Paranoia would add a new feature to their face. Paranoia would flicker white, and then a dark orb would form in the center of their face mimicking the round nose Silly had on. Slowly sockets would form for eyes, and a cheshire grin would also open up.\n\n\"I don't know if that was my nose, but I know I really like you!\" Raising their arms above their head, they go in for another hug. \n\nWhen Para releases the second embrace. Their once goopy form now solidifying and forming new features. Just like Silly's outfit, Para is slowly developing a funny Lil jester hat and some curled-toed shoes. Their structure has changed to reflect Silly's. The facsimile was imperfect, there was no color on them, and the jingly bits made no sound. Paranoias monochrome adaptation was less extravagant and held the same cartoonish two-dimensional properties of the nose on Silly's face.\n\n\"I'm so happy to have met you!\" Para does a twirl and hops from one foot to another."
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{
"author": "dabony",
"message": "\"Ooooh. A godkin! Is that like a goblin... Wait, what *Is* A goblin? Are those the ones like godkin... Do goblins exist? We should make goblins!\" \n\nSilly spoke. But not the Silly in front of Paranoia. A different Silly. A Silly who's head had popped out of the first Silly's jester hat to face the approaching Wyrd. Her words came out with such speed that it was a miracle she didn't bite her tongue, and after her little speech, that second Silly whooshed away back under the hat. \n\nSome banging and rumbling could be heard, and the bells at the tip of the cap jingled. A squeak, then a cry, then a growl, followed by the sawing of wood(?). And yet, the remaining Silly seemed to pay the noises inside her head apparel no mind, continuing to giggle at whatever little jokes she'd thought up while engaging with Paranoia.\n\n\"Oh, I'm Silly, by the way!\" Her voice was muffled, and it echoed as if spoken from far away despite the words coming from inside the hat. Construction sounds resumed."
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{
"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "*Perhaps Due to taking in the sound that his fists make when impacting on the hard shell, or maybe due to trying to come up with a name for this new thing, the young god could only make out a faint sound that came from withing the shell.*\n\"... Ive.. ..M... Re... Mi...\"\n\n*But before he could prepare for a next punch, the thin cord that connected the large Walnut with the thin branch above snapped all of a sudden. Bouncing off of the demon, it first bounced on a few other branches below before hurdling towards a slightly larger wooden platform with already a few entities standing there. The shell impacted with a sudden crash just a few meters away from the embodiment of void itself, the quadrupedal nature god, and the frolicking Jester.*\n*In between the shards of the broken fruit of Gaia, there's a humanoid figure laying on the ground. Completely covered in fur and having a tail and cat-like ears sit on top of her multicolored hair, one's first impression would be that this female deity would be very comfortable to hug or even touch. Even further, looking at her for a length of time can in of itself feel somewhat... Comfortable?*\n\n*However, instead of getting up and taking in her surroundings, the freshly unveiled deity just turns to her side with still closed eyes and curls up, saying.*\n\"Don't wanna get up yet... Too loud...\""
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{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Deep within middle of Gaia's limbs, a gnarled, leafless branch slowly began to twist into itself. It contorted itself into a ball, gradually twisting the remaining wood thinner and thinner. Eventually the wooden ball simply fell off the tree. It fell down for a while, occasionally bouncing between branches and slipping off of leaves. Finally the ball's journey was stopped by a noticeably large branch. With a loud crack it opened- revealing a dusty pile of bones. Ever so slowly, the bones began to rattle. Piece by piece, bit by bit, they slowly began to assemble. After about 10 minutes, Mr Bones finally took shape. He looked around, seeing other gods already up and about. This simply would not do. The skeletal god quickly ascended into the skies, content with simply observing his kin until approached."
},
{
"author": "dani4c",
"message": "The changing form, which had come to call itself Nareau, had been keenly observing the commotion. Hanging from this vantagepoint they had noted the the great diversity of activity they were able to observe. These interactions, the actions, words, and emotions flitting around like sprites, were familiar to Nareau. Hazy in recollection, though just as familiar as the forms they change into, and the name they had bestowed upon themself. \n\nNareau felt the aether of Gaia shift as something approached from where they could not see. Just as easily as they could observe in their eyes, they could observe this entity from feeling. Without turning they knew, somehow, the humanoid-beetle form of this entity... What is humanoid-beetle? Well clearly it was this entity, they defined it as much as their posture defined death, something else Nareau hardly remembered. \n\nNareau remained still as this entity approached, not turning away from the commotion. They waited for several moments. Why did they feel this way? Why not turn and speak as these gods did to each other. She collected herself, speaking without turning,\n\n\"Hello beetle-like one. I am Nareau. Do you have a word you would identify as?\""
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{
"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "She looked upwards from where the water had fallen, then still blossomed bud, slowly beginning to wilt, catching her eyes. Red. Azalea. That was the name of it, of the flower she had sprung forth from. Azalea, Azalea. She should call herself that. *Azalea.* No, that wouldn't work. It had to be different. She was different. She was not wilting like that flower. She was a god. \nAzaleia. It was easy to decide on, tribute to what she had been born from. Or had she been born from the tree? From Gaia? It was all the same, in the end.\nAt first, she sat, watching the rest of her kin emerge. She sniffed, narrowing her eyes towards Silly. So loud, but not annoying. Fun, for sure. Azaleia was still unsure whether she was looking for that type of excitement yet. Her hands reached up, smoothing her hair against her head, half lidded eyes looking downwards. \"Poor thing,\" She spoke, staring at deity which had just crash landed. So sleepy. A smile curled across her face, pulling her hair over her shoulder and beginning to... Braid? Yes, braid. Braiding seemed like the appropriate term. She shut her eyes back, thinking. It was nice here, on her branch, away from everyone. But she would get lonely. There didn't seem to be an incredibly easy way down. Could she float? She was sure she could, but that seemed like a lot of wasted energy. \nShe watched as the skeleton burst into the sky as well, rolling her eyes. So busy. So much all at once. She wondered only for a moment what she could do, what everyone else was here to do. Create? Creation seemed lovely. She would *Love* To do that."
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{
"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "*Getting smacked back by the nut, the creature could only watch as its punching thing fell, shattering near.. Others? And there was someone in the punching thing? Marvelous! Oh, how to get down.. Well, that larger thing managed to get down there alright, so why couldn't he do the same? He made his way to the edge of the branch, looking down. Should probably aim for that furry looking thing - if it survived the first, it can totally survive a second time. Stepping off, the demon quickly moved from falling to diving, wings outstretched to guide as he honed in..*\n*He crash landed face first into the catgirl, taking a moment to recover and giving the others plenty of time to look at him... Two sets of black wings, connected to a body seemingly sculpted out of the night sky. He had medium sized horns that curled back, fading into bright pink tips - the same with his limbs. After a minute, he looked up, examining all the others with neon pink eyes that seemed to shine with wonder.. But the first person he directed his attention towards was the person he effectively bodyslammed.*\n\"Hey, how are you? You feel nice, can I steal you?\" *He kinda rubbed his face against her side, embracing how comfortable she was. DEFINITELY needed to figure out how to do that.*"
},
{
"author": "dabony",
"message": "\"Ooooohhh! You're so ME!\" Giggling gleefully, laughing even when Para did the smallest thing regardless of if it was a joke. She bounced from foot to foot. Her shoes squeaked. And, most importantly, she reached up to honk her fake void-nose in solidarity with Para's new physical features.\n\nThe stars in her eyes never faded, and she maintained her amazement. Reciprocating Para's hug, and not bursting into confetti this time, she simply made her little 'weeeee' noises each time the taller figure hoisted her up into the air for each embrace. \n\n\"I'm S-S-S-S-S-S... Silly! By the way!\" Her head bobbled like a bobble-head doll with every 'S' of her build up, as if her neck contained springs and elastic rather than cartilage and bone. \"And it's...\" She paused with all the dramatism of one about to reveal their greatest secret. \"Nice to meet you too! Ehehe. With all your spooky and shadows, I almost thought you were someone else! Me me. They won't be here until next month, ehehehe.\"\n\nSilly tapped her chin, talking to herself now. \"Or was it next year... Or...\""
},
{
"author": "anarchovillagerist",
"message": "The beetleoid psychopomp gave the ever changing god Nareau a light smile.\n\n\"Yes I am Silph, it is a pleasure to meet you Nareau\"\n\nSilph patted a spot of the branch next to Nareau, as carrion beetles shed off of her like dandruff and began to crawl around on the branch.\n\n\"May I sit with you, Nareau the glowing?\""
},
{
"author": "damonthedevourer",
"message": "Wyrd watched as Silly flitted about chaotically, nonsense spewing from her mouth in a way that even gods found confounding. Except for Para, that is. \n\nThe entire assembly was certainly... Energetic. Wyrd wasn't sure why their mother had deigned to create such a hyperactive set of siblings. Perhaps high energy helped with creation. Whatever the case, it was all a bit too much for him at the moment. \n\nCuriously gazing downwards, the god began to climb down the tree of life, the branches taking on a life of their own and moving to provide him with a suitable path downwards. \n\nThe others would, undoubtedly, join him soon enough, but for the moment he would enjoy his tranquility apart from the others on Yggdrasil."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*After taking in the sights of so many things, the god found himself... Somewhat grated by all the noise and he recoiled slightly. If the man had had another pair of ears they would have lowered to his head, oh look wow he does have fluffy mottled ears and holy heck they are low against his head. His different colored eyes search for somewhere to escape to as a very quiet sigh leaves his lips, a similarly mottled tail suddenly springing out from just above his quite toned booty, though we aren't talking about that. He's very much quite nude as he crouches down and decides that the best place to go was right out front, studying the strange beings before him. He had a deep sense that all of them had come from the same being, the scent of everyone's magics tinged with an all powerful taste that made his mouth water slightly. If he really thought about it, he could put a name to the taste, it was sweet and earthy, motherly but not kind, It was Gaia*\n\n*The wolf licked his lips as he analyzed what he assumed to be his packmates, though they seemed like a motley crew (haha nice) of assorted creatures and very much disjointed with each other. The thought at not being very fluid made him inwardly wince, they needed some kind of order before things got very out of hand. He remained perched on his pedestal before pausing and pursing his lips, words seemingly out of his grasp. A snarl left his lips before the god raised his voice, not screaming but loud enough that people could hear him*\n\n\"ᛖᚲᛊᚲᚢᛊᛖ ᛗᛖ..?\" \n\n*He paused and waited, head cocking to the left as he listened to the strange tongue of these gods blend and merge into one cacophonous noise that left his head buzzing*\n\"ᚨᚺ.. ᛁ ᛒᛖᛚᛁᛖᚢᛖ ᚾᛟ ᛟᚾᛖ ᚲᚨᚾ ᚢᚾᛞᛖᚱᛊᛏᚨᚾᛞ ᛗᛖ...\"\n\n*He vaguely wondered what words they were saying to each other before he gracefully leapt off the ledge he was on and shifted his body into something more comfortable, lean and distinctly canine. It was a large fluffy creature, white and mottled with spots as he padded down the middle of the room and proceeded to approach other deities with interest. The canine god lifted his head, noticing one of the deities that cause his interest, something instinctual making his tail lash excitedly behind him. Nineveh, who had just had his name pop into his head, crouched down before springing up into the air. His cool wet nose nudged the tall boney one before he fell back down on his hind end and let out a deep, Woof*"
},
{
"author": "dani4c",
"message": "Nareau wrestles enough wit from the depths of their shy soul to turn and gaze at Silph. Noticing her pigments, the sad fate of the carrion beetles thrown off and down to the pits of the world tree, and the twitching of her elytra. Pleased... They are certainly pleased to be here, and surely that transfers to this interaction. \n\n\"The pleasure is mine, Silph. Yes you may sit, it is Gaia's and not mine.\""
},
{
"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "*Landing on top of the catgirl was... Surprisingly soft, considering the speed at which the demon landed on top of her. However, the impact definitely shook awake whatever was sleeping as his landing made her forcibly roll onto her back. Who- or whatever was staring up at him did not look pleased. Well, judging by the expression, the comfy woman only had a look of light annoyance on her face. It is only now that she starts to take in her surroundings with the narrow pupils of her eyes darting around and her head occasionally rolling to either side. Then, her face starts to look slightly confused. Nothing really seems like something she has seen before, yet at the same time, it also felt like its all she ever knew. The giant trunk towering above and splitting into countless branches, the strange faces she cannot recognise, or even the fact that she perceives things. It feels... Strange.*\n\"Why is... This so exhausting...? I wanna go back to sleep.\"\n*The woman vocalised her thoughts. Somehow, to her, even existing feels like some kind of exercise she's being put through. Still, she can't quite go to sleep due to this exhausting state of being. For now, she just tiredly stares at the black Demon thing on top of her.*\n\"Did you... Wake me or something?\""
},
{
"author": "anarchovillagerist",
"message": "Silph sits down and let's out a contented sigh, happy to rest her wings for a while.\n\n\"Thank you Nareau, but I simply asked as I did not want to be where I was not welcome\"\n\nThe pale beetle-woman regards the peculiar deity with interest. Who was this strange glowing changeling that was Nareau?\n\n\"Are you new to this place as well friend? Or am I simply just a late arrival?\""
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones watched the... Dog thing approach him. Despite certainly being a god it was a bit more beastly than the others. Not less intelligent but certainly more in touch with its inner animal. More worrying was the tendency for dogs to try and mug Mr Bones for all he had, dogs of the underworld weren't typically able to threaten the God but it was always annoying when a pack made off with a toe while he slept. But this dog seemed friendly enough, for now at least. And Mr Bones' curiosity had been brought to to point where he couldn't bring himself to leave. Ever so slowly, Mr Bones moved his hand towards the dog's skull. He needed to see if he was in any danger. Seeing that the dog simply wanted attention, Mr Bones thrust his hand around the dog's head, slowly moving it about so as to get a good idea of what he was looking at. \n\"Hmm, interesting skull shape. Snout seems too long for... No and it's much to short for... Wait a minute.\"\nMr Bones slowly brushed one of his fingers against the dog's mouth, attempting to take in as many details of its teeth as possible. \"Aha, I understand now. You are a very good boy aren't you. Good head on your shoulders, yes. My name is Mr Bones, what's yours?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Nines raised his ears as the skeletal hand approached his head, furrowing his eyebrow spots as he was suddenly petted. The look on his wolfy face screamed 'What the fuck??' but he was too shocked to move away from the attention given, very instinctual wags of his tail though. Once he had recovered from the shock, the wolf licked his lips again and made a quieter yet still deep woof as he was inspected, making a curious noise as the other god spoke and looked at his teeth. Nines tested the words in his throat, humming out the strange syllables before attempting to say something. His tail was giving everyone a good dusting of Gaia dirty at the sound of good boy, though his face didn't give much away in what he was thinking, different colored eyes glittering at the chance to make conversation*\n\n\"Bones? Mr... Bones?\"\n\n*His voice was deep and gravelly, highlighting the fact that the god had not used this language before while testing out the words on his tongue. He sucked in a breath, readying himself before he attempted to speak again and hopefully not mess up on words*\n\n\"I am... Nineveh. You are Mr. Bones? We are similar? Gaia? Why is this.. Language.. So Gaia-forsaken.. Hard?\"\n\n*The wolf had many questions, which tumbled out of his lips in rapid succession despite his distaste for it. He kept his attention on the skeleton though, nose twitching as he inspected the smell of Mr. Bones*"
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{
"author": "dani4c",
"message": "New... Late... These are concepts connected to the movement of time. It seems to be felt, but there is no clear way that Nareau can think of to gauge such movements. It is beyond them and that is intriguing. Something to ponder for another time... They were getting the hang of it. They suppose greetings aren't something people do if they have been around for a long time, so it simply must be new. \n\n\"It appears we are all 'new' my friend. You have arrived just as you were meant to.\"\n\nThey glance once again at the movement below and around them.\n\n\"As for welcome, there will be no case in which you are not welcome to me.\""
},
{
"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "*He seemed to noticeably shrink away a bit as the woman looked at him annoyedly. Why did that make him feel? And not in a good way either. It didn't stop him from keeping at least one hand on her at all times, feeling the fluff. Say, that fruit made him feel pretty good. Maybe there was a fruit that could recreate this sort of feeling? Seemed like quite a possibility. He wished to join the others - that one in the colorful hat looked fun - but he figures he should at at least make sure this conversation didn't end bad.*\n\"Uhm.. Yes, I think? How does one wake you?\" *His eyes couldn't help but look over everything - the sky, the gods, the trees - he didn't understand why she was so lifeless before. Wait, was that sleep? And could he fulfill her desire to sleep?*\n\"But! I can let you return to sleeping, if you answer my question. Can I steal you? You're very... Comfortable.\" *The last word took him a second to process, but it sounded right to him. There wasn't really a better word, it just seemed like something used to describe her.*"
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones pulled the offending hand back and roughly scraped at his chin. \"Hmm. I don't believe I know any more than you do at the moment *Nineveh*. We appear to both be gods, I think we're gods at least. I suppose that our reason to be here is to simply exist, live as our natures intend. As for speaking I really couldn't say anything about it. I simply can speak, always have been able to as far as I can remember. You however-\"\nMr Bones lightly gripped Nine's neck, just hard enough to feel under the fur and skin.\n\"You seem new to this. How did you communicate before talking?\""
},
{
"author": "anarchovillagerist",
"message": "Silph allowed her faint smile to grow, pleased that she had seemingly managed to find some form of friendship with Nareau.\n\n\"That is quite agreeable then, and so as I am welcome to you, so too are you welcome to me\"\n\nSilph paused and gazed upon her surroundings and the gods above, below and around them, in all their bizarreness and glory.\n\n\"I do agree that it seems that all here are new to this land, but does that mean that this land is new? Or simply that we slumbered for long aeons? Truly a peculiar place we find ourselves in, surrounded by even more peculiar beings, though I imagine you and I are quite the strange sight to behold aren't we?\""
},
{
"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "*Luckily, it seems like existing isn't something that takes long to get used to. With every passing second, it doesn't seem as bad as it was before until eventually, it doesn't feel like anything. Maybe this existential discomfort was just what happens after waking up __from__ sleeping. A terrible feeling kind of. Speaking of which, the pause between the demon's question and her answer is also starting to feel bad in a totally different kind of way. Slowly, she lets out her answer.*\n\"Uuhm... Yyyeah. Sure, I don't mind. Do whatever.\" \n*Although she doesn't know what the figure on top of her means by 'stealing' her, she doesn't quite care either. After all, she'll find out either way.*\n\"Also... I don't think I can sleep anymore. I was kind of trying to, but I couldn't. It was easier though when everything was still black.\"\n*Finally, she sits up and takes a look around. It seems like she can get relatively active after being slammed from above by another god. At least, when active means that she moves with the speed of a sloth, which is a weird concept considering that sloths don't really exist yet. Thinking about it, there seems to be a general, innate understanding of things that don't exist. The way that both also seem to speak the same language and are able to understand eachother seems also quite bizarre.*\n\"Say... Why can we talk? Who taught us this?\"\n*She asks.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The wolf keenly listened in as the boney god spoke, his head tilting to the side as his name was used in such a way. It sounded right for him, very fitting, but strange when not used in his native tongue. He pondered over the words that Mr. Bones said to him, adjusting to the strangeness of it all with a huff through his snoot. When the other god shifted to discussing language the wolf nodded his head and began to think, furrowing his brows again as he swished his tail*\n\n\"My language has always been part of me, it is one in the same with my soul. This language is.. Rough and strange on my tongue. It tastes metallic, like old blood and dust.\"\n\n*He let out a deep rumbling noise that emanated from his chest as the skeleton grabbed his throat, the bones jutting out from behind pure muscle that lined the creature. Nines was not afraid of what could happen to him and stayed still, though eyed the intent studying of the other god*\n\n\"I.. Don't have memories of anything before this.. Just feelings. Running, freedom, unity. Touching was very important. ᛏᛟ ᛒᛖ ᛈᚨᚱᛏ ᛟᚠ ᚦᛖ ᛈᚨᚲᚲ ᛁᛊ ᛏᛟ ᛒᛖ ᛟᚾᛖ ᚹᛁᚦ ᚦᛖ ᛈᚨᚲᚲ.\"\n\n*He nodded his head appreciatively at the words before realizing that Mr. Bones was most likely unable to understand what he said*\n\n\"When part of the pack, you are one with the pack.\""
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{
"author": "prophetgrahamuel",
"message": "*Orion emerged, screaming, flailing, trying his best to fly despite being very obviously not capable of flight. Eventually after a few seconds of flailing, he landed on something with a hard thud, the impact knocking the wind out of his lungs. Orion rolled over onto his back, taking in the scenes. Where was he? What had just happened? WHO was he? He had so many questions, but he noticed that for some reason, he knew the answers to all of them. He was on the branches of Yggdrasil, he had just been 'born', and he was Orion Braus,the god of melodies. Orion was flooded with several different emotions. At first he felt fear, then anxiety, then doubt, and finally he felt a resigned understanding. Of course, he showed none of this outwardly, and it took him only a few seconds, his mood changing as fast as a key changes in music. Orion looked around at his surroundings, and found he was not alone. There appeared to be several other gods and goddesses, all also recently 'birthed' from the fruit of the world tree. He explored his branch a bit more, floating along it like a melody in the wind, and stumbled across a goddess.*"
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{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones nodded, deep in thought. While he couldn't fully understand the language Nineveh spoke, it certainly seemed like something that could be translated with enough time. \"I think I understand the concept but don't quite grasp the meaning. Before all of, well all of *This*, I was in more of a managerial role. Some were above me, many were below me but everything fit together nicely. But after a while one tends to get bored of the same thing. I'm always trying to find out new things, experience new environments. It's fulfilling, but not something that can be done with others. How does your...\" Mr Bones paused on the letter p \"Your *P*Ack decide when and where to go? It must be terribly hard to organise so many beings. I'm much more used to just leaving my charges to their own devices.\""
},
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"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "Azaleia had almost finished her intricate braid when the man came across her. Her fingers continued, unstopping, however she looked at him with minor interest. \"Hello,\" She greeted, a curious tone in her voice, \"Have you just come out? I heard you screaming a moment ago, I believe.\" She tied off her braid with a band of pearls. Where she had procured the pearls from was unknown, but she had gotten them one way or another. She set her hands on her lap, then patted beside her to indicate for him to sit. \"I haven't quite made up my mind to explore just yet. I would *Love* Some company, though. That would be very nice. Very nice.\""
},
{
"author": "prophetgrahamuel",
"message": "\"Yes, Hello. I'm Orion.\" Orion said, studying her. She was quite pretty, and seemed quite literally full of life. Orion took a seat beside her and watched her work. \"Who are you?\""
},
{
"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "Azaleia clucked her tongue softly. \"Azaleia. You?\" Her eyes narrowed at him in a friendly way. The loose silk she wore seemed only slightly damp, likely due to the steam before. Not something he would have known, of course, he hadn't seen it. \"I am a goddess. A god. Like you. But not like you. Different.\" She looked away, back to the skeleton in the sky, who had been joined by someone else in the meantime."
},
{
"author": "prophetgrahamuel",
"message": "Orion followed her gaze up to the curious and quite entertaining sight above them. \"I am Orion Braus, I am the God of melodies. I'm not quite sure how I know that, but I know it's the truth.\" Anion admired the funny, scattered way she spoke. He briefly glanced away from the skeleton and his company to look down at himself for the first time. Unlike Azaleia's clean, unmarked skin, Orion noticed his arms and chest were covered in strange markings. Even though he'd never seen them before he somehow knew right away that they were musical scores. He realized the only thing he had on was a simple pair of loose, flowing silk pants. The pants were quite comfortable, and in fact, Orion thought to himself as he turned his gaze back to the Skeleton, this whole scenario while odd, was rather pleasant. After all, he seemed to be in good company."
},
{
"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "\"That man is quite naked,\" She observed, turning her eyes away. \"I am love. Or at least, that's what I think I am. Love, Fire. Perhaps something else.\" She didn't give it much thought. She had just been born, why should she? \"Melodies. What is that?\" Her eyes flitted back to him, curious. Perhaps a song? What was a song? She knew what a song was, didn't she? Perhaps not."
},
{
"author": "prophetgrahamuel",
"message": "Orion instinctively placed a hand on her shoulder, and almost immediately, his tattoos began to shimmer and shine, changing and shifting into a \"Love song\". Orion had no idea if it would actually work, but instinct told him that if he thought of an emotion while doing this, he would be able to pass that emotion to someone through melody. \"What you're hearing in your head right now... Or rather, what I *Think* You might be hearing, is a melody. It is... An expression of emotion in its rawest form. Wordless.\""
},
{
"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "Sounds. Notes. Chords. Keys. She sat very still and drank in the noise, her eyes not fixated on any given point. Then, finally, \"Oh, I love that. You must learn how to get this for me. I want this all the time.\" She wanted it in the background at all times of the day. It was perfect. It was her! Azaleia decided then that Orion would be her friend, because if he could create this, he could create more."
},
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"author": "prophetgrahamuel",
"message": "\"I think... Music and love are complimentary. Love is the most powerful emotion, and music is the most powerful form of expression.\" Of course! The explanation made sense! Orion smiled at Azaleia. \"I think I have made a friend here.\" He removed his hand from her shoulder and his tattoos stopped glowing, and returned to their ever shifting, almost fluid form. \"It is nice to meet you Azaleia.\""
},
{
"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "Azaleia agreed with that. She stood up, not slipping or struggling, and curtsied. \"A good friend to have.\" She loved melodies. She loved her new friend. She loved the great tree in which she had come from. She even loved the terrifying abyss which circled around them. She wondered if it could swallow them, if it would one day swallow them. If it could kill a god. She did not want to find out. \"I do enjoy your melody. If you find some way to play it, I would very much appreciate it.\""
},
{
"author": "prophetgrahamuel",
"message": "\"I think if I...\" Orion closed his eyes, and moved his hands in front of him, the tattoos on his fingers lighting up. The air in front of him began to shimmer with tension, and as he moved one of his fingers the tension broke, and a pluck resounded through the air. He moved another finger, and a pluck of a different pitch sounded. \"Ah... So this is an... *Instrument?*\" Orion said, beaming. He began to pluck out the Melody that formed in his head as he thought of Azaleia. It was full of warm notes and major chords, and was all together a vibrant, exciting, and happy composition. He did this for what felt like hours, but he opened his eyes to find that only a minute or two had passed while he had been entranced. A bit embarrassed, Orion brushed the dirt off of his pants and stood up to join Azaleia. \"Sorry, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long.\""
},
{
"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "Azaleia felt tingles all the way from her feet to her head from the noise. Pleasure, excitement, she wanted more! \"Oh no. I loved it!\" She cheered, taking one of his hands. \"That was wonderful! Lovely! Spin me, Orion!\" She laughed, the song still reverberating in her head as she spun on the branch of the tree. As she calmed down, wiping her tears of joy, she grinned. \"That was pleasant. An instrument, you called it? You should show everyone else that song. Oh, it makes me want to dance.\" Dance? Dance. Dance was the right term. Dancing. She had just spun, or twirled. That was a silly dance. It had sparked from the immense joy which had overtaken her from the song. Perhaps it was a bit vain, but the song reminded her of herself. She did *Love* Herself. \"You must play it again.\""
},
{
"author": "prophetgrahamuel",
"message": "*Orion happily indulged his new friend, showering her in songs and sounds that neither of them had ever heard, but somehow both understood. He couldn't help but smile as he played. There seemed to be something special about receiving attention and recognition for his music was this... \"Satisfaction\" The word escaped his lips, and while he was unsure quite what it meant, he was sure that was what he felt*"
},
{
"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "She giggled and laughed with pure excitement, careful on the branch as she continued her dance. She believed this was the appropriate thing to do to a melody, or at least, to this one. Praise. Worship. Devotion. Love. Devotion and love. Yes, that's the song. She wondered if creatures could recreate that song, creatures she could make. \"Oh goodness,\" She laughed, her foot meeting not branch but air. She didn't fall, though, instead seemed to be just fine with one foot off the branch and one on. \"That is gorgeous. Wonderful. I do love it, truly.\""
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{
"author": "prophetgrahamuel",
"message": "Orion took a seat again, and laid down, looking up at the strange inky sky. He couldn't understand it, but for some reason he was absolutely content. He had a feeling that he had been lucky enough to find the perfect person to share this moment with, one of them an embodiment of raw emotion, the other the master of the most effective and profound emotional outlet. \"I quite like you, Azaleia. I think I shall stay by your side... Yes, I think that's where I'll have the most fun in this place\" He let his mind trail off as he continued to serenade her"
},
{
"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "\"I like you as well,\" She hummed, letting the music take hold of her mind. It was calming in its own way. She wondered if everyone else would react the same way. If there were different ways and songs. \"Mm. Can you put words to it? Is that something that can be done?\" She wondered that aloud, mostly to herself. \"It would go well with words. I could not conceive something like that myself, it is not my gift. But maybe you?\" She stopped dancing, looking at him fondly and with hope."
},
{
"author": "prophetgrahamuel",
"message": "Orion opened his mouth, and the tattoos around his neck began to shine. His voice was beyond angelic. It seemed that of time itself could stop and listen, it would very well do so. Orion sung not just of love, but of the enchantment and mystery that defined the indescribable emotion. He sung of attraction, of fate and its cruel musings. He sung of hope, and the power it gave lovers. He sung of sorrow and grief, and how it forever united who lived through it. Orion sung of love in its purest, most basic form, painting it as the raw, unpredictability force it truly was. And oh, what a beautiful painting he made with those words. When he finished, he opened his eyes to see Azaleias reaction, hoping she found his words satisfactory"
},
{
"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "Azaleia *Was* Satisfied. So much so, in fact, that she had stopped dancing. Instead she stood there, her eyes wide, a few tears escaping down her cheeks. \"I love that.\" Already she had used the word love possibly 10 times. Mostly in her head. She loved music, she loved dancing, the loved the tree, she loved her siblings, she loved the void. She loved that specific song. \"Oh my,\" She murmured, the tears evaporating from her skin. \"Oh my. Perhaps that is enough 'music' for one day.\""
},
{
"author": "prophetgrahamuel",
"message": "\"Alright, just remember, I've decided to stay by your side, so you can hear that any time you wish, so long as you ask.\" Orion looked at the tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn't seem sad, rather, it seemed as if he had truly touched her with his words. He was unsure how to take that, as she was a goddess of love and passion. Maybe he had just expressed the feeling of love much more strongly than either of them thought possible? He wanted to know, so he decided to ask. \"Why are you crying, Azaleia?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Nineveh sat on his hindquarters and listened, only making the soft hums and wolfish noises of intent focus. He seemed like he was a very quiet person and not one to push words onto the people before him, ears lifted and face intent with focus. He was quite interested in how the other god mentioned that he remembered his past life, the wolf humming deep in his chest with a nod*\n\"It is interesting that you remember that life. There is only vague suggestions on things I used to be before this, and even vaguer hints at what happened before that.\"\n\n*He reflected over what flashes came to mind, lighting, rats, decay, and something creative. Those glimpses brought pain to his head, sending an ache through the wolf's head as he let out a low whine*\n\n\"The pack order is quite regulated. Its a family, not a social structure. The mother and father at the top and all the siblings following till the power shifts. This pack is.. Disjointed. It frays at my nerves and makes me anxious, there is copious amounts of power at play here. You can taste the heedy magic on your tongue.\""
},
{
"author": "sloaneslays",
"message": "\"It was beautiful. Magnificent. I loved it, that is why I am crying. You cry at beautiful things, don't you? I am quite the cry baby, I believe. I suppose I wouldn't know that.\" She lightly rubbed her chin. She supposed that she could be, but likely not. A fire resided in her, in her chest and her heart. Quite literally. \"I am sorry. I don't mean to cry. That was just very nice.\""
},
{
"author": "prophetgrahamuel",
"message": "\"I see.\" Orion said, feeling rather tired. Emotions were exhausting. He closes his eyes and lay on his back. Part of him hoped that she'd still be there when he awoke, but he was unsure why he felt this way. \"Oh well...\" He said. Drifting off into a peaceful slumber"
},
{
"author": "dani4c",
"message": "Nareau had rested there for a long moment. Further processing the scene and what was said to them. The matter of aeons and time is one that has continued to frustrate them in their thinking. They, in the past few instances of their pause, decide to focus on forms.\n\n\"I am gladdened by our peculiarity. The strangeness gives beauty and purpose. You are a beautiful strangeness\"\n\nThey further turn their mind to time and beginnings."
},
{
"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Among the branches, a brazen gold fruit hung. Looking more like an ornament atop a tree then any type of fruit, it remained motionless. As more and more God's broke from their fruits, the golden fruit itself began to move. Slow, careful cracks crept across the surface as a growing weight began to droop the fruit and the branch it was hanging on. Finally, the fruit gave way and a person practically tumbled from it before landing safely on the branch below. Safely, the God balanced herself and peered around.\n\nConfusion was the first feeling. And then, in a similar fashion, a more child-like curiosity followed in pursuit. Everything felt brand new, and it all buzzed in her head. Deciding to keep it safe, she chose to remain on her own branch and just watch quietly. Somehow, already, the fear of rejection loomed and thus she remained. A bittersweet feeling passed through her as she watched others interact, as well as a twinge of loneliness. Maybe she could go up to someone. Two people. They wouldn't mind, would they? Lulu glanced down at her rainbow flared dress, and brushed off anything residing on it. *Do I look to obnoxious with it, or friendly?* Lulu thought to herself, staring at the dress before returning back to her observations. Everyone looked nice. Or maybe she just didn't care to mark anyone down as a threat. Not that she'd be able to overpower anyone of course, but she'd rather build on trust then suspicions for an idea on everyone."
},
{
"author": "anarchovillagerist",
"message": "Upon that comment, Nareau could see the visible parts of Silph's face blush.\n\n\"You too are of a most delightful peculiarity\" Silph said at barely a whisper. \n\nSilph straightened herself and cleared her throat.\n\n\"Why don't we move from this branch and explore more of creation, dearest Nareau?\""
},
{
"author": "dani4c",
"message": "Nareau is too largely focused gazing in another direction to entirely notice the emotions of their companion. They nod stiffly at the returned compliment, taking little note of the whisper. At the mention of exploration they shift upon their hanging position turning once more to Silph.\n\n\"That would be pleasant. We will explore the roots below then, dearest Silph.\"\n\nThey extend one of their hands for Silph to take hold of. Whether or not they do, Nareau will descend down the tree on a silver thread of her own web anchored to where she rested."
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones cocked his head to the side. Despite this god's distaste for talking, it appeared relatively well spoken. Other gods lacking a past was quite interesting forever, and something Mr Bones would need to investigate further with more of his kin.\n \"I, maybe we, would need to ask our fellow gods what they know. Were I forced to guess why we differ, your memories are a lot more provocative. They work as themes, as ideas. If I simply remembered the idea of being in charge of dead things, that wouldn't be much to go off of. But I really couldn't say. Truthfully I doubt we will ever know the reasons behind our existences, much less why we're all so different. As for the unity of our 'pack', it seems functional enough for now. While I can't quite taste anything on my tongue, I also sense the possibility of conflict among us. But conflict is inevitable. Everything will be sorted out, eventually.\"\n\nMr Bones thought. His previous employment had never truly oppressed him, but this newfound complete freedom was something he wouldn't readily give up. Especially if forced into a pack where he would need to be subservient to others. Tilting his head back and forth, Mr Bones asked a simple question, as casually as he could given what ramifications it could have.\n\n\"Must everyone be brought into a pack or could there be lone wolves- so to speak? Or would that pose an... Unacceptable risk.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Nines let out a small snort through his nose, seemingly saddened by the fact that Mr. Bones couldn't taste the magic rolling off of the two of them. He made a quiet smack of his mouth and pondered over how to describe the taste in his mouth, earthy and aged, holding secrets of the past, though how to put that feeling into words.. Was a whole other story. He listened even more intently as the god described his work, nodding along when he was explained things. His brows pinched at the last few sentences, worry prominent in his eyes as his head nodded in agreement*\n\n\"I taste things that seem unnatural, the best I can describe in this language is ambition. But even that doesn't seem to encapsulate what it may be.\"\n\n*As the wolf listened to the questions that came from Mr. Bones he made a snort of indignation, lashing his tail behind his back in quick succession*\n\n\"You make having a family sound despicable! I don't think that wrangling up any of these deities would have much of an effect, I was thinking more along the lines of partnership. All of us were born of the same mother, that puts us in the same position. I'd never have power to throw over you and you'd never have power to throw over me, it would be balanced. Being lone is perfectly acceptable, you'd be still a part of the family, the risks you pose to the safety of your family is entirely up to the path you choose. Though I do not see the appeal in being alone, it is very... Painful.\"\n\n*Nines rose to his four paws and stretched, lowering his front end to the branches as he yawned and flexed his toe beans. He returned upright, his head reaching at about mid-waist to Mr. Bones*\n\n\"I despise conflict, but I am not opposed to putting an end to it. I'm only hoping that no animosity arises while we have not come to any sort of resolution building.\""
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Nineveh had a point, he should give this new 'family' a chance instead of simply assuming that they weren't agreeable. It wasn't blind optimism but it was certainly a more cheery outlook than Mr Bones was used.\n\"Yes I suppose you're right. I really ought to embrace my, what are we, siblings? But if we can not stop one another, such unchecked ambition will surely breed conflict. We may be greater beings than what we could have once been, but our faults still remain. Fighting on its own is rarely a motive, but as a method it seems to be rather common. About that company though, I just want to quickly try something.\"\nMr Bones tentatively put a hand onto his ribcage and slowly started pulling on it. Like a snake shedding its skin a second, almost see-through Mr Bones was removed, also holding onto its ribcage. Mr Bones raised his spare hand, the copy mirrored his actions.\n\"Hm, not the best company but not the worst I suppose. Enough philosophising though.\"\nThe original Mr Bones tossed his copy backwards, well beyond where Gaia's branches would catch it. \n\"As I understand it, we are gods. Gods of... Something. Me, personally, I believe that I am the god of the dead, undead and dying. The focus on skeletons is more of a passion than a requirement. Yes, it's a bit of a grim job but it's why I was brought here after all. What are you the god of Nineveh?\""
},
{
"author": "reiteration6",
"message": "The first godling had silently, serenely observed the emergence of so many others. He felt in some way that these beings were related to him. Little siblings.\n\nYet they were also different. Very different. Each one unique and special. He was curious to see how their tales would unfold, how they would use their motley assortment of divine powers to beat back the Nothing and assert their will upon Reality.\n\nYet he could not rest on his laurels; being firstborn did not make him better than any of the others, he too would have to find a niche for himself in this brave new world. He pondered this for some time, going through a period of quiet contemplation as the World Tree became a buzzing hive of activity.\n\nAll these others were interesting and engaging, yet he decided that he wished for someone more like himself. The porcelain deity turned his head ninety degrees, staring to his left. His gaze met the blank, amber eyes of an identical being, looking right. Where before there had been one, now there were two. Each gave the other a nod in greeting.\n.\n\n\"I think we shall call ourselves 'China'.\" The newcomer said by way of greeting. Though he had no mouth with which to speak them, the words appeared from somewhere nonetheless. The first godling nodded. That seemed like as good a name as any, for a being whose body was built of fine china.\n\nWhy was he built this way? He could not say. He could change that, he knew. If he so desired, he could look however he wanted; any of them could change their look on a whim, for they were gods, after all. But this shape felt right, and so he would stick with it. The only thing which felt *Off* About his current state was that there was so much *Him* In such a small space. Both of China shifted uncomfortably.\n\n\"We are still too full.\" The right said in a faraway tone.\n\n\"We should be more.\" The left idly agreed.\n\nAnd then there were four. Then eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, and even more.\n\nOnly when several score porcelain deities hovered in a rough cloud did new iterations cease appearing. Oddly, many of them had differing numbers of limbs from the first pair, yet that was a triviality, not something worth getting worked up about. He could feel that they were all himself.\n\nThe sensation of being both one and many was so powerful that he could no longer have said which body was the original, had he been asked. Not that such a thing mattered, they were all China.\n\nHe could feel that in this dispersed state, he could not hope to match the younger gods in terms of power, but that did not concern him, for he could see no reason why any of them would wish to strike him. All that mattered was that these many selves of his would aid him in watching over his younger siblings, as a Big Brother should.\n\nWith this realisation reached, the many incarnations of China begin to disperse, to see as much as possible. They drift down between the branches of the World Tree, most sticking close to its trunk, but others heading outwards as they descend, intent on reaching even the furthest tips of Yggdrasil's roots."
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"author": "skeletontrauma",
"message": "Twirling slowly on one foot allowed for a panoramic view. A view filled with so much stuff, things, and potential! That very view absorbed Paranoia. Oh, how they wanted to see it all! Be a part of every god's journey in some way, shape, or form. A glance at Wyrd was all it took as they spoke and as they left. The moment it took for Silly to manifest herself again gave bloom to the endless possibility of Paranoia's view of reality. As if on cue, with only a realization, Para could see themself.\n\nOn the one hand, Paranoia looked pretty silly, dressed in what could only be described as a \"Black and White Cartoon\" Aesthetic. Looking like a jester with baggy clothing and frilly accessories. This form danced and hopped while its head stayed stable as if on an axis. The Cheshire smile they had developed shined as white as their body.\n\nIn contrast, the other form that manifested to observe was plain black, with facial features basic, yet detailed with eyes and mouth. This singularity seems almost masked in reality instead of being there, like a botched edit in a movie. It watched as other gods were born and others left to begin exploring. Then their gaze landed back on themself.\n\n\"I'm going to go explore. You should continue to make new friends.\" A simple and innocent thought from the inky black Para.\n\n\"Okie Dokie! I'll make sure to make lots of friends!\" The jester exclaimed, though it didn't seem any louder from the tame and straightforward voice of the other.\n\nThen like clockwork, they turned to face their different objectives and divide and conquer. The cutout in reality left to explore the branches below, as the ivory jester stayed to converse more with Silly.\n\n\"You know? That was cool how I knew I could do that! Or did I learn it from you?\" Their face contorted in befuddlement, though their smile made it evident that it was rhetorical.\n\nAs they listened to Silly, they once again cheered, throwing up their hands, \"Wow, someone like me? Just a week away! Spooky shadows like me coming in a week! Woohoo! I'm so happy about this information! Someone like me! Just a week away! Oh wow! I can't believe it! Someone like me? In just a week! That's coming here so fast! Someone like me! Just a we-\" At any point, feel free to interrupt them to say something."
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "\"Sweet, thanks.\" *He was likely going to do so anyway, but having permission granted is at least nice when you're stealing someone. Well, now that that is taken care of, he finally moved off of her, instead choosing to get into some sort of slav squat. He doesn't know that it's called that, or even that he could do it, but it feels right, y'know?*\n\"That's a shame, have you tried eating whatever that was you came out of? Not that it worked for me, but yours looked way different. No, it might've poisoned you.. Eh, risk worth taking, where's a shard?\" *Taking a quick glance around, he tries looking for any remains of the walnut she had come from, before her words refocused his attention on her like a laser. That, like many other things, he was unaware of.*\n\"Hm. I don't know. I'd guess that thing?\" *He gestures with his chin towards the center of the tree.* \"But it just feels right, y'know? Feels good and normal to talk like. Not that I enjoy the normal all too much, can I do other noises?\" *He made a few noises to himself - pop, schwing, ulau, etc. - before speaking in a flowy language, eventually repeatedly one word a couple of times..*\n\"*Ak soti nan dezòd la.. Dezód..* Dezód. I like that, I'm using that. You got something you're calling yourself?\""
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"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "*The only remains if the fruit that she came out of are the broken pieces of shell that aren't really edible. They are as thick as two palms put together and boringly tasteless. Nonetheless, she grabbed a small, palm-sized piec that lay next to her and tried to bite into it while Dezod contemplated the reason as to why there's an innate knowledge of many things for both of them. She made a dissatisfied face when her teeth only dug a small bit into the shell before laying it back down again.*\n*Despite all that, it was kind of fun watching the dark figure make all these strange noises. It's like she's having the same fun without having to do the work of making the noises herself. Yes, watching things is definitely going to be one of her favourite activities in the future.*\n*When asked on a name, the catwoman opens her mouth to speak as if she expects something to come out naturally. It doesn't. There's not a name she could think of, or at least, none that seem to strike her as fitting. So instead of coming up with a name, she gives up and simply says,* \"I... Am me. I am me\"\n*Strangely enough the sort of sloppy way of talking made it sound like she did, in fact, give a name. Something like Ayame, Ai-am-mi.*"
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "*Dezód tilted his head as she tried eating part of it, picking up another piece to see what the dissatisfaction was all about. He took a gentle bite at first, but seeing how that didn't work.. His teeth became blunt spikes, much before, and he crunched down on it. Oh, yeah.. Definitely not the same fruit he came from. Spitting it out, it didn't take long for him to perk back up as she mentioned her 'name'.*\n\"Hm. Aiammi... Ayame? I like that, that's a good noise for you. You look like an Ayame.\" *He nodded approvingly, extending out a hand in an almost unconscious gesture.* \"I'm going with Dezód for now, I like that noise. Of course, you can call me anytime, but that's not gonna matter cause you're getting stolen. Speaking of which..\" *He looked around the branches, trying to make sense of it. All of it, including and up to existence itself, was so shiny and new to him. He repeatedly found himself making decisions that flowed well, like it was just in his nature, but for the most part he was content to simply be.*\n\"No clue where we are. Wanna find out?\" *He gave her a pretty genuine grin, a little more wide than what was possible for a human, standing up cracking his neck.*"
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"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "\"Wait, that's not what I was- Eh, don't care. Guess this is what I am called... Hmph, Ayamee... Ayameh... Ayame. Yes, I think it fits.\" *Ayame says rather pleased. Then, she considers Dezód's offer to find out what's out there. Even though there might not be much to see, it might also be nice just to watch whatever it is that could be watched and passively observed Having someone drag her along and to those points of interest is just a bonus. This could work quite well, actually!*\n*Slowly but steadily, the lethargic calico-colored goddess with bags under her eyes stands up for the first time in her life. Though the thought of having to walk or move on her own reminds her of something.*\n\"Uh, I think I remember something. Dezód, was it? In that shell, I think I was thinking about stuff. Stuff that doesn't exist yet. I... Wanna try something. This idea, it strangely feels like it's been bundled up inside me and needs to get out. Now, what if-\"\n*Abruptly ending her ramble, Ayame just starts to smile. After she blinked and visualised her idea, it suddenly became a reality in an instant right behind the demon.*\n*Just behind him, he could suddenly hear the breath of something big. It made a sound of a sort of calm growl as it came into view. Completely white in color, a serpentine head about the height of a forearm moved to Dezód's side. Just like Ayame, it has a set of cat-like ears that are covered in fur that looks softer than anything imaginable. The base of the ears disappear into a dense cloak of silvery feathers that reflect light with a small glimmer. Right at the neck of the creature, the feathercoat seems to be the densest, looking like Dezód or Ayame could easily disappear inside the fluff that continues into a long, snake-like body with two paws. The creature brushes past the demon, letting him feel just how soft and nice and... Comfortable its feathercoat feels.*\n\n*Finally, it reaches Ayame after which it uses its snout to nuzzle against the much smaller catgirl figure.*"
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"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "*Dezód seemed very pleased with the name, entirely oblivious to the fact that he had made it for her. He just thought it was a fun noise to make, like many noises. Only this one had a whole person attached to it, which was great! Love when you can use words for people! As she slowly rose to stand, he looked down, trying to see what lay below them. A lot of air, anyway, but there looked like there was something far below. Not that he was abandoning his consensual kidnappee, but he definitely wanted to go down there. Just had to drag her along..*\n*He turned back to her, letting her talk with a look that admittedly gave a bit of a braindead vibe to him. In truth, he was just thinking in his own time, comparing it to hers. Sure, he had remembered at least a bit before he fell out of his fruit - it was dark, and sticky, and smelled weird in a good way - but he didn't have too long in there to think of anything. Certainly nothing as complex as the thing spontaneously appearing behind him, which he reacted to with a distinct lack of survival instinct, only looking at it without budging an inch.*\n\"Oh, hello there. You're new, did she summon you?\" *He seemed a bit miffed to find his questions unanswered by the creature; sidenote to himself, make sure the things he summons can talk. But, all is forgiven, especially after feeling the feather coat the creature had. He was tempted to just hold onto it.. Actually, why doesn't he? Grabbing onto it, he swings up to stand on its side, seemingly ignoring the laws of physics for a moment.*\n\"Neat, this thing is like you. Almost, anyway, you're better. You can actually talk.\""
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"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "*Hearing his comment. The creature gave a slight coo which for some reason just... Feels obvious that it was directed at Dezód. First it was a neutral tone of simple acknowledgement, but the coo was soon followed by another one. This one was much more positive. The creature took the comment as a compliment somehow, something which is also strangely communicated without it having any language or words to express it.*\n\n\"Hehe~ Fluffy~ You're called fluffy!\" *Ayame happily said as she began to hug the neck of the large, affectionate serpent. Her figure quite literally disappears in the fur and feather mix on the neck, only to comically resurface on top of the giant snake in front of Dezód.*\n\"Fluffy likes me. I can feel it. Somehow, I feel just a little bit stronger from having a creature like this like me so much. This is nice...\" \n*Ayame continues, stretching her arms in the air before leaning back into a cushion of fluff.*\n\"Fluffy? This other person is Dezód, a friend. We wanted to go explore around, would you be so kind and let him tell you where to go? Thanks!\"\n\n*Fluffy responded by shaking it's body in a bit of a rotational manner. Strangely enough, the shaking didn't nearly feel as wobbly and unbalancing as it should have. In fact, Both Dezód and Ayame stayed perfectly on Fluffy's back without feeling a single bit of the expected inertia. Without any further words, the serpent purred out a friendly noise and started lifting off, swimming through the air as if it didn't know a concept such as gravity. Not too much later, The serpent is flying slowly in a circle just above the crown of the World Tree. From here, it waits for Dezód to decide where to go. Again, it is as if the creature is speaking its intent directly into his mind as long as he chooses to listen.*"
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{
"author": "dragonduke",
"message": "*Well, any noise is better than no noise. As he climbed up onto the creature, he tried to mimic the noises, mainly cause hey, noises are fun. Why not try and copy what the big draconic thing is saying?*\n\"Fitting noise for it.\" *Of course, he knew that noise, that noise already had a meaning. But, she seemed more active now, and he's not going to discourage that by any means. It means he has a friend now, that's pretty cool. He's still standing on the side of the creature when she appears on top of it, deciding to meet her up there and walk until he's on its back.*\n\"Interesting.. Using a summon for power, excellent.\" *Admittedly, the effects of intoxication were affecting him just a touch, but he was intact. If she could create life, why couldn't he? On the ground, of course, but he could make things. Hm, this thing was a lizard, but it couldn't talk. Ooh, many lizards! That way they can talk to him AND each other! This is such a good idea.*\n\"Hm. Let's.. Go that way.\" His eyes were locked towards the direction of east, it looked like a fun direction. As Fluffy swam through the air, Dezód remained standing, seemingly unaffected by the wind. Seems like more than one creature here did not feel the need to abide by the laws of motion, and why should they? It only slows them down.*"
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"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "*Seemingly enjoying the simple fact of being alive and flying around freely, Fluffy made a happy \"Gurrrrruuu!\" Noise and dashed off eastward, but not before dashing through the many branches of Yggdrasil, skillfully flying past each one of them like a stream of water finding its way past any obstacle. Somehow, the clever sky-serpent named Fluffy picked up on Dezód's energetic and carefree nature and wanted to impress them due to some growing affection towards him as well. After a short and exciting navigation through some tight turns that even made Ayame and Dezód feel some inertia, Fluffy emerges on the east side of Yggdrasil and flies further out into the void where there are no lands or roots of Gaia yet.*\n\n*However, taking a glance at Ayame, she seems to be sitting very relaxed against the neck-fluff with her eyes closed. Even though this should have been exciting, she seems rather relaxed still. But what's other than that, Dezód can also feel a slight increase in power. It's as if the way Fluffy takes a liking to him, he too gets to have a taste of that energy that his newly found friend mentioned.*\n\n*Having reached some distance eastwards of the tree, Fluffy now seems to wait for Dezód's next move.*\n\n```RP will be moved to somewhere in the East-Realms\n```"
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{
"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "Unsurprisingly, sleep came swiftly to the dream goddess. Not more than a few moments after she'd closed her eyes 'just to give them a rest,' there were already dreams swirling in her head like a tempest. Most were incomprehensible; the sight of a friend biting through an aluminum can, or the trees leaning over to whisper sweet nothings into her ear. But some weren't. Some dreams came with a terrifying lucidity, as transparent as a scrying pool. A rotting forest, suffused with the stench of death and decay. Cold air and barren branches. And from the depths of the twisted forest came a disembodied voice, as though the woods themself were speaking and knew nothing but hate. *Even with all your prophecy... Foolish deity... You still could not...* Voice and vision faded, drowned out by the sensation of floating. Falling. As though drifting through space...\n\n\"Uaaah!\" With an undignified scream, Vivienne jolted awake. Her wings, now fully formed, flung open. Black shadows flowed out from them, and the hundreds of eyes within locked open, frantically staring at everything around them until suddenly they all settled on one person. Vivienne jumped, in as much as she could from her spot in the air floating, surprised by the sudden realization there was another deity next to her. \"Oh... Oh sorry if I startled you.\" She said the rainbow-dressed god she now found herself with. \"I um...\" Though her full-black eyes gave no indication of where she was looking, she was frantically looking around to see where the cocoon she had come from was. \"It seems I fell from above, thankfully I didn't land on you.\" She didn't dare comment that the reason she fell was because she had taken a nap on the branch above."
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "At the sound of a scream, Lulu looked up as an attempt to find the origin, only to find it crashing down next to her from above. Taking a step back, the God took in the others appearance. Eyes was the first thing to note. They looked soft, however. Fluffy. Luella found it almost cute in a way. Of course, never in a demeaning way. The hat looked cool, too. \"Oh, no, it's okay,\" Lulu began, speaking a quick reassurance. She was kind of relieved - just sitting and watching was weird. And lonely. And boring. Lulu paused, before making a quick laugh. \"Yeah, I don't really want to have anyone fall on me.\" The deity paused and tried to look where the other was frantically searching for - something she lost? Something she needs? Both? \"What are you looking for? I could help you,\" Luella offered after she looked back at the moth-like deity. Yes. Definetly soft looking. Nice clothes, too. How warm would a hug be? \n\n\"I wouldn't mind helping, I have nothing to do right now.\" Lulu hummed. She found herself quietly clasping her hands together, offering a small smile to the other deity while she awaited the others answer."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "\"Ah?\" For a moment, Vivienne froze at the response. \"Ah, no it's nothing important, thank you though, I just... *Ahem.\"* The witchy moth refocused herself, spinning in the air to a position that look more like she was laying down for a nap. \"I have simply been visited by an ill-timed oracle from beyond the veil. I was um...\" Absently, she twirled her hair with one of her four hands, and used another to straighten out one of her antennae. \"I was just divining its meaning. Such is the standard fare for a prophet such as I. Though I'm uh... Getting a bit ahead of myself here.\" Vivienne curled up, bringing her knees to her chest and righting herself so she wasn't sideways. \"My name is Vivienne. As it is clearly divine providence that we meet here today, on the day of our birth, may I have your name as well?\" She held out both of her right arms."
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"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "*As if she was seemingly unnoticed before, a sudden yawn can be heard a small distance away from the two gods. Sitting and leaning against the trunk of the World tree is Ayame, a slightly large, chubby woman with cat-like features such a calico-patterned fur and a set of cat ears and a tail. As if awoken by the two god's conversation, she stretches out her arms and blinks sleepily.*\n\"Hmm? Oh, I'm back here again... Strange.\"\n*She said to herself, before lifting her right arm and moving it slowly from left to right in a wave.*\n\"Uh, hii!\"\n*She greeted groggily.*"
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu was silent as she listened and watched Vivienne. Oracle and prophet were obviously related. In what sense? Future! Could that mean Vivienne would be able to see into the future? Or would the future only appear to hear at occasional times? Any way it worked, it sounded really cool. As Luellas brilliant mind dusted off the cobwebs and started to grind its gears to produce that thought-provoking... Thought, she noted to herself how the moth deity was laying down. Tired? Maybe it was draining, too! Man, Lulu just kept getting zingers. \"Oh, my name?\" The question poked through her thoughts and the rainbow-dressed deity smiled again. \"Luella. But, please, call me Lulu.\" She hummed before Vivienne could see her eyes light up. \"Wait, wait! Can I call you Vivi?\" That'd be a sweet nickname. \"I totally get it if not, don't worry,\" Lulu laughed a little, rubbing the back of her neck after a pause. \n\nPerking up at the sound of someone else, Lulu averted her eyes to the other animal-like deity. \"Hi!\" Lulu smiled brighter again, happily surprised by Ayames appearance. \"I'm Luella. If you didn't hear. You can call me Lulu.\" She hummed. She looked back over at Vivienne, and held back on introducing the moth deity. Vivienne could do that herself, especially if she wanted to do it herself."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "\"Ah, Vivi is fine~.\" Vivienne smiled warmly, a genuinely cheerful look stained only by a little bit of tiredness. \"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lulu. I hope we can have a good relationship going forward into the future.\" With that, she laid back down, her now-purple wings curling around her body like a blanket. She opened her mouth to continue talking, only to be interrupted by yet another godly potential friend, whom Lulu wasted no time greeting. Vivienne breathed in, a bit hesitant to pull a hand out of her comfy wing blanket to wave back, but working up the energy to do it anyway.\n\n\"Yes, hello fellow deity.\" Vivienne yawned, words thankfully coherent. \"My name is Vivienne. Deity, oracle, witch. You may call me whatever your heart desires...\" Her eyes closed for a spell, the slight flicking of her antennae being the only tell that she was still awake. \"May we trouble you for you name... As well?\""
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"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "\"Ah, cool... Hi, Lulu, Hi, Vivi. I guess my name is Ayame.\"\n*The feline woman sat up, rubs her eyes and looks at the two. Her eyes with bags underneath them darts between Vivi, then to Lulu, and then back to Vivi again. Looking at the moth-like deity, Ayame slowly approaches her by crawling. She doesn't quite bother with getting up and walking since she just decides to sit down next to the moth. Somehow, just being close to this catgirl, a strange feeling of... Comfort can be felt.*\n\"Do you two have any idea how I ended up here again? I remember that I just closed my eyes for a little bit while riding on Fluffy with another deity... Strange.\""
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu smiled back at Vivi, the others smile practically warming her heart. Well now they were friends already. They had to be, this was an overall friendly encounter and Lulu didn't know how to make it nicer. Hearing her next words, Lulu smiled once more and nodded. It *Was* A pleasure to meet Vivienne! Alright. It was final. She was, for now, her very best friend. Intense emotions of loyalty and happiness burst in her head as she looked down over at the moth deity. The rainbow-flared deity perked back over at Ayame with a still beaming smile and gave a wave as well. Luella took in Ayames appearance, noting the eyebags and feline features. She looked nice too! Soft, perhaps. \n\nLulu thought for a second, her smile dying down into a neutral line. \"I don't know, me and Vivi were just talking after she fell through a branch.\" Luella explained, looking up as well. Yup. Definetly fell through. And now she was down here! Funny how gravity made things fall. \"Who is Fluffy?\" Lulu tilted her head in a questioning matter, curiosity blooming once again."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "\"Mmmm... Tis but a trifle...\" Vivienne's answer to Ayame was barely audible. \"Y'see, our use of... Divine power is... Instinctive...\" Driven by the comfy aura of Ayame, it didn't take long for the already-sleep god to drift off to sleep, cutting her off mid-sentence. Sleep, however, isn't the same for a deity who communicates through dreams. Her shadowy wings almost seemed to melt across what little of her body Vivienne still had exposed until she was nothing but void. Then, she vanished, disappearing like a shadow chased away by a rising sun. \n\n*\"Think of it like breathing. Or dreaming.\"* Her voice was suddenly there. Bodiless yet audible. *\"One does not need to be aware to dream, yet it happens anyway. Our divine power manifests in much the same way. We can create...\"* Her point was punctuated with the appearance of an inky black moth, fluttering out from Lulu's shadow. *\"We can destroy...\"* And at once that moth was absorbed into Ayame's shadow. *\"And we can split ourselves. Like so.\"* \n\n\"One~.\" Lulu's shadow moved on its own, bending and forming a shade of Vivienne.\n\n\"Two~.\" The second shade sang, leaning over from Ayame's shadow and waving at the first.\n\n*\"And many more things.\"* The two shadows snapped back into place, and the dream god was once again nowhere to be seen. *\"The sky's the limit. If it'd make it easier to grasp, perhaps I can invite you a peaceful slumber, where a nice dream could help you understand better~.\"*"
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"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "\"Oh, Fluffy's my pet-\"\n*At first wanting to respond to Lulu's curiosity, Ayame stopped herself from speaking once she noticed Vivienne vanishing all of a sudden. With a relaxed expression of curiosity, her head tilted towards each split entity of Vivi as she explains. Ayame's one to quickly catch on, starting to understand what Vivi most likely means.*\n\"Ah, I see. Guess I must have divided to here while my... Other half is still asleep on top of Fluffy. Interesting. I don't think I can fall asleep now tho... It would be a bit rude for Lulu, right?\"\n*The cat now turned her head towards the only other visible deity in the room, the rainbow colored one.*\n\"Or... Maybe you would like to sleep with us too? Could be nice. Naps feel good... I think.\"\n*Ayame says in the same monotone voice she kept during the entire conversation.*"
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu peered at Vivi, confused before she realized the other god was just falling asleep. Crouching down, she watched. In awe, Luella witnessed the void simply whisk away Vivi. \"What happened?\" She looked around for any sight of her friend, whispering to mainly herself before Viviennes voice rang. She craned her neck to look anywhere and caught the black moth coming from her shadow. Strange. Cool! But strange. Focused on it, she followed it with her flower-esc pupils. She made a small 'ooo' noise as the moth disappeared onto Ayame's shadow. Lulu paused and moved back to look at her shadow and watched in awe once again as the shadows bent and moved. The idea of sleeping was tantalizing, but she wasn't exactly that tired. Sure, a little, but she felt like she had really just got here. But, sleeping with a dream and comfort God was pretty tempting. \n\n\"Oh, well, sure, I guess I could,\" Lulu nodded. \"Yeah, I could nap.\" She gave a small smile now. She moved closer to Ayame and sat down, before laying belly down. She has felt the effects of the comfort from Ayame, but being closer now felt nicer. Lulu figured she could sleep like this. \"If we do all just sleep, would it be like a sleep meet up, or would we just be napping?\" She asked, tilting her head."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Nineveh was listening but had decided that sitting was uncomfortable, so he began to pad around in a slight circle. It may have seemed predatory to any outsiders of the conversation, but his shoulders were loose and eyes were studying the boney god in the same way he had done earlier. His nose twitched as he inspected again, moving back under that offensive hand to allow it to slide over his head and down his back. The somewhat affectionate motion making his tail wag before tapping slightly against Mr. Bones's legs*\n\n\"Siblings fits more that any words I have for it and the connection we all have to the Mother supersedes anything I've every known. Company?\"\n\n*He watched with interest as the god pulled on his ribs and something began peeling off, nearly transparent as it almost appeared to step away from the skeleton. Nines cocked his head as it imitated its master, or better yet itself, and was in the stages of posing a question before Mr. Bones flung a copy of himself off the building, shocking the wolf*\n\n\"How interesting, is it intrinsically you? Or something different?\"\n\n*He furrowed his brows again and tried to think about what the well of magic in his was saying, besides the deep desire to create things. He pondered for a moment or two before saying the three things that came to mind*\n\n\"This form I've taken.. I believe it is a wolf. I feel like Wolves are one of them.. But also the places they reside, forests green and tall. The things that hide in their shadows at night and play between the boughs and branches, stalking their prey. If I had to put much of a name on it, Canines, Forests, and the unknown of them both.\""
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "*\"Under ordinary circumstances, it would simply be a nap near each other,\"* Vivienne's ethereal voice spoke reassuringly. *\"However, who am I if not the greatest diviner this side of eternity. Dreams are my medium, and I will make sure yours are not distressing. Allow me to cultivate the first shared dream...\"* Her voice dropped, the eyes in the shadows faded away. *\"All you need to do...\"* Her instructions were nothing but a soothing whisper at this point. *\"Is lay down, close your eyes, and let sleep take you...\"* As the last of her words settled, Vivienne turned her consciousness away, back to the dream around her. \n\nA rotten stench, barren branches, and a rattling whisper from beyond the trees. A portent terrifyingly clear, yet frustratingly opaque. *Was it a failure? Was it death? Was it a loss?* Whatever it was, it could wait. First, she had guests to accommodate, and quickly. Before they could arrive, she put herself to work. Shadows rolled over her dream, damping the sight and sound of death around. Bare trees were replaced with pine, the smell of death with a sappy, forest scent. The strange whispering from the woods was likewise silenced. All that was left was... With a flick of the wrist, Vivienne conjured up a cute little table filled with sweets and tea. Perfect for a snack with friends. With everything in place, Vivienne dusted off her hat with a big, goofy smile, and turned her consciousness back to the world around her. When sleep finally came to them, she would be there, ready to connect them to her dream."
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"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "\"Wooooh... That's weird. I'm awake somewhere else and both asleep and awake at the same time...\"\n*The catgirl stated as she found herself in the environment that Vivi had just created.*\n\"So this is a dream? What if I went to sleep here? Would I dream inside a dream?\"\n*She wondered aloud as she walked towards the table, pulled out a chair and planted herself into a seat. With her gaze falling onto the plate full of sweets, she ever so slowly extended a hand towards it while staring at Vivi.*"
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones briefly looked over his shoulder where he tossed his copy, confident it would still be falling through the void. It, however, was not. Turning around, the god craned his neck over the branches to try and find any sign of the spare Mr Bones. Way down in the void, he could somewhat make out that the fragment was doing something. Mr Bones caught glimpses and ideas of what the fragment was up to. It was creating life and land and it... Hurt? And when the fragment was hurt Mr Bones hurt too. He faltered, beginning to free fall for a fraction of a second before righting himself. \"It appears to be linked to me, it can carry out my subconscious will. Not quite full control but there's still a connection. Sorry, I am a little bit disoriented. Give me a second.\"\nEvery bone in the god's form began to vibrate, creating a low, quiet hum. \n\"Ok. Yes, that's better. Anyway, hm, wolves. I am quite familiar with them in concept, and I've seen my fair share of dead hounds. But live ones would certainly be interesting. I don't believe I've ever seen a 'forest' either, you must show me some time. It all sounds dreadfully interesting. Seems much more in depth and intricate than just dead stuff at the very least.\""
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Under the directions, Lulu hesitantly followed as she closed her eyes and attempted to fall asleep. Easily said, easily done! While she slumbered and Vivienne tidied up, Lulu was content in the vastness of her empty mind before she arrived to the others. Taking it around, it felt surreal. It was a dream, afterall though. It's why she wouldn't describe it as dreamlike because it *Was*. What a funny set-up. Lulu peered at the little table and made a pleased coo, she moved over to pull out a seat if there was one to examine everything set out on the table. Lulu turned over at Ayame and stopped for a second, before laughing \"What would dreaming in a dream entail?\" Would it be like you asleep double amount? Or the same amount of sleep but it felt like forever had passed? It was a concept to imagine, really. Lulu smiled as she looked back at her two friends. *Friends*. Oh, the word made her fuzzy and happy and warm and she felt like she wanted to giggle and kick her feet. Friends!! This was her everything it'd be her everything and it would forever be she'd live to make more and more to keep the warm and fuzzy feeling alive. They made her so happy already."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Nineveh followed his line of sight, padding along side the other god to peek over the edge of the tree and out into the void. There was nothing that his eyes could see in the midst of the darkness and he let out a whistle, tilting his head up at Mr. Bones to see the glimpses of what he could only describe as vague pain. As the god began to fall forward the wolf's eyes widened, using his body to step forward and snap his maw in an attempt to grab a hold of him. Thankfully his jaws missed and Mr. Bones righted himself a moment after, a sigh of relief leaving his maw before he looked up at the god and nudged him again*\n\n\"Are you alright? That looked painful.\"\n\n*Nines paused himself after the other god asked him to wait, sitting back on his haunches with an intense kind of stare. Once the bones had begun to vibrate and things seemed quite alright, Nines settled down considerably after being quite rattled. He nodded his head and hummed quietly, thinking about what he was feeling before giving a wolfish grin up to the skeleton*\n\n\"Feel free to stop by when I've got things all settled down. I believe that there are dead things within its ecosystem. Are you going to go rejoin the other of yourself?\""
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones shakily nodded. It was deeply unpleasant to be so separated. Time and practice would eventually solve this dissonance but until then he needed to be alone. \"Ye-yes. I will make sure that I visit you in time. But until then I am afraid that I must leave. I need to... I need to recollect myself I suppose. He floated over to where his fragment was, quickly looking back at Nines. \"See you soon, I suppose.\" Then, he fell."
},
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Nineveh nods wordlessly to Mr. Bones, acknowledging the shaky motions of the other god as he watched him leave and leap off the tree. He gave the other a farewell greeting before shifting himself back into a mortal-esk state and rising to his feet, seeming as a somewhat imposing figure. He moved across the branches, climbing and leaping before he peered over the northern most edge and looked out amongst the void. Something called to him, so he took the leap of faith and dove off the edge, free falling towards the earth beneath him. He spiraled in the winds and laughed, a deep and joyous sound before a large set of speckled wings burst forth from his back. They caught the wind and slowed his descent as he disappeared into the darkness*"
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "\"Dreaming within a dream is quite the experience~.\" Vivienne giggled, shadows congealing over a seat into her usual witchy appearance. Behind her, her shadowy wings seemed to flow into shade beneath the table. \"Of course, I'd recommend against doing it too much...\" She smiled cryptically, a finger over her mouth. \"Lest you risk losing your sense of what's real~. That's beside the point though!\" The dream goddess suddenly straightened up, a big smile on her face. \"Do feel free to dig in. We have macarons, pound cake, various cookies...\" She gestured broadly at the treats with all four of her arms. \"Additionally, if you have any special requests I'd be happy to oblige. Though, what I can create is limited to what I can remember tasting before.\"\n\nVivienne sat back happily, having picked a cupcake from the display. She took a bite, smiling at the fact it was her favorite flavor, honey, and settled in with her thoughts. Might as well take the opportunity while Ayame and Lulu decided what to have. It was kind of a pain but she *Was* Going to have to start working on her own realm soon. She'd need more influence if she was to be able to introduce a *Proper* Shared dream to the world. And further beyond, *If she was to have any hope at answering that prophecy.* Her eyes, now looking strangely human, glanced back up at her two new friends. *Maybe, if she was lucky, they'd be willing to help.*"
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"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "*When Vivi gave the final okay to dig into the sweets, Ayame had already had her fingers on a small, pinkish, swirly-looking candy. With no more doubts stopping her from sampling the display of sweets, she grabbed it and put it into her mouth as she watched the Mothgirl form her thoughts. The candy tasted pretty good. It had a sort of strawberry flavour that was just perfect.*\n\n*In the few moments of silence, Ayame couldn't help but ponder the goddess of dream's words. Something about it was off. With the hard candy still in her mouth, the fuzzy face began to speak her mind*\n\n\"Hmm, you say that you remember tasting these kinds of things before? What exactly *Was* Before? I don't remember anything except for maybe the last few cycles. Well, there wasn't really anything *To* Remember, but even so, I noticed that there are some concepts of things that feel like... They don't really exist? Some of them are even quite common like: I know what these sweets are, but why do I know that these are sweets? I haven't seen any of them before? Ough... Now my head hurts...\"\n*Ayame ranted in demand for answers before ending up exhausted from getting too worked up about it.*"
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu watched in fascination at Viviennes form and her shadows - and laughing a little to herself at Vivis foreboding and cryptic warning. \"I'm pretty sure I'll be able to discern from real. It helps that this is like, all lucid, right? So when we wake up we'd know real world. Or would we think we'd still be dreaming?\" Lulu mumbled the last part to herself thoughtfully, thinking. Her attention switched from her thoughts to the sweets on front, and she happily dug in. They looked nice, and she wanted to try at least everything once. Would it count as real food? Dream food wasn't real so she guessed she'd be able to eat anything any amount of that thing. It made sense in her mind. If you ate a feast in a dream and woke up you wouldn't feel full, that's what Lulu made sense of in her mind. \n\n\"All of this is new to me, so I don't think I have any requests,\" Luella chuckled a little to herself. She enjoyed the varying tastes. Any ideas of a realm weren't present yet in her mind - but she'd stress over it for sure. Make it as pleasant as much as possible. Maybe a visit spot too. She'd want to invite friends over. Friends. Lulu paused at Ayames words and it settled in her head. \"Oh yeah. Was there a before?\" Lulu personally couldn't *Remember* A before. Should she remember one? Was there? Had she missed out on something? Ayames words resonated in a way with Lulu - senses of familiarity and unknown collided in her head as she thought of it and frowned. This felt complicated. And simple. \"Context from others?\" Luella said slowly, looking over at Ayame. Oh, her poor friend looked exhausted. Which was weird, since they were in a dream. How do you get tired in a dream?"
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "\"Tis best to not think about it too hard.\" Vivienne absently took a sip of her drink. \"Knowing why you have memories of a past that doesn't exist isn't going to help you in the here and now. I couldn't tell you either. Just accept what you have and work with what you were given.\" Her eyes flicked cautiously between Ayame and Lulu, her cup covering her mouth. Silently, the moth girl shifted in her seat, steeling herself for the shift in topic she had to bring. \"Ah, as much as I would love to stay here and chat for the rest of the day...\" She set down her cup with a light clatter and a big smile on her face. \"... Unfortunately we all have god business we should be attending to. Which is why I would like to make a request.\" With a wave of her hand, the snacks and drinks were suddenly moved to newly-appeared carts just to the side of the table.\n\n\"If you would be willing to help, I want to create a shared dream, like this one.\" Vivienne gestured to the world around them. \"Except a proper one, large enough to connect every mortal in existence, and every deity that wants a connection. I think this would be worth the effort, not just because dreams are nice to have...\" She straightened up, setting her hands on the table. \"... But because I am an augur, and dreams are my medium. With a proper shared dream, I can share this gift of prophecy with everyone connected. It might be too out-of-the blue to ask for your help. And we'll definitely need more than just us. But if you did help, I would be...\" She paused, eyes passing between them for a moment. \"...Lets just say I would die for you~.\" With closed eyes and a bright smile, she finished her sentence with as much cheer as she could muster."
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"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "\"Mmmmh... I don't know... You saying that it takes effort sounds like, well, effort... I mean, if I don't have to do too much, I guess I could help if you want. Actually, I could ask another god right now if they want to help you. The other part of me woke up and, well, it- I mean, I am with another god called Dezód. He's a bit adventurous, but he already created a bunch of mortals. Some lizard people he calls Zandoli.\"\n*Ayame responds to the moth-like goddess. She then goes to grab a muffin from the table and takes a big bite. It tastes really good and manages to calm her a bit more. It takes a bit until she swallows the bits of food so that she can ask a question.*\n\"Oh, you mentioned a gift of... Prophecy? What's that? Can these dreams show the future or something?\"\n*She says just before munching on the chocolate-flavoured muffin again.*"
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu at least felt comfort from the words, and nodded as an attempt to clear herself from any nagging thoughts. It worked ok. They'd just be lingering in the back for another time. It was nice advice, too. Lulu held her attention on the mothgirl, listening for the next words. Right. Godly business matters to attend. Her eyes darted over to the moved sweets and she grabbed one last one before setting her attention back onto her friend.\n\nHelp? She could help! She smiled to herself realizing she could assist Vivi in something. \"I'd love to help.\" Lulu spoke. The idea seemed good too! So, of course, Lulu would help. She didn't know what a augur was, but she was here to support Vivienne. And, obviously, support Ayame. She'd go to the ends of the world with them just to help. \"I would love to help you, Vivienne.\" Lulu smiled again. \"How or when do we start?\" She asked, tilting her head slightly."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "\"It is alright if you feel that the effort required...\" Vivienne spoke slowly, reaching for another cupcake. \"... Will be more than you are able to give. I will tell you what will need to be done, and you can gauge for yourself if you would be comfortable with that.\" She took a bite, absently straightening her antenna, then continued speaking with a disembodied voice while she ate. *\"In order to do this, we are going to need an abundance of gods all dreaming at once. If all of these gods' dreams then got connected, the divine power unleashed would create a endless, shared dream. Or so I theorize. Unfortunately I am not personally capable of connecting all those dreams at once, so we're going to need a few deities willing and able to shoulder a portion of the burden. You do not have to be one of those that does, but I would appreciate it if you could help simply by sleeping at the right time.\"*\n\nA brief silence fell over the trio, as Vivienne leaned back in her chair and yawned. \"If any of us make new friends, we should ask them. Nothing will happen if we don't try. If you really need to sell it...\" The dream deity turned to face Ayame. \"... Then that's where the prophecy comes in. For me, dreams are a form of scrying. Any dream attached to mine can also be used for this purpose. If there's any prophesied disaster, for example, this could be used to give us time to prepare in advance. For those fond of their mortals as well...\" She took a sip of tea before continuing. \"It could be used to give them a chance to fight back as well. Being able to divine the future would be an extraordinary tool for anyone. As for when we would start...\" Vivienne turned to Lulu, smiling sadly. \"I couldn't tell you. All I know is it won't be until we gather enough gods willing to help. Sorry for rambling so much, but that should be everything of importance.\""
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"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "*Ayame listened more intently than her appearance might lead on, slumped and rather bored looking, she gave Vivienne's words some thought initially, she wasn't quite fond of \"Sharing the burden,\" But her triangular ears visibly flickered when Vivi mentioned that one could also just help by sleeping through the thing. She continued to attentively listen to the Mothgirl while still keeping her lazed posture.*\n\n\"I mean you no offense or anything, but I'm not sure if I quite believe in things like prophecies and divinations of the future. To me, it feels like what happens next is never really set in stone. But don't mind that, I'll help you. If all I need to do is sleep, then yes, I'll gladly do that. Unlike some other gods, I'm quite good at... *Yaaaaaawn* ...Sleeping. Though, I have one condition. Please let these dreams be a nice experience. I find it unfair to make people have bad experiences when they should be all relaxed. I think these are called nightmares? Yeah, I don't want those.\"\n\n*Like always, Ayame speaks slowly with notable pauses between each sentence. Even in this shared dream, the calico-goddess seems like she could fall asleep even from just talking about sleeping and dreaming. Though as to indicate that she finished talking, she grabs another small piece of candy from in front of her and puts it in her mouth, savouring the sweet taste in her mouth.*"
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu paud attention to the mothgitl staying quiet. \"Oh. I guess I can ask anyone I meet.\" She shrugged. It'd be an odd request for sure, but there was reassurance that she could promise nothing would really happen badly if it was tried. \"Oh, really? Do you get prophecies for huge stuff or like, sometimes just stuff for yourself or can you give people prophecies?\" Lulu asked, curiosity tinting in her sunflower-pupil eyes as she looked at Vivi. Mortals. She'd have to make some of her own, she guessed. She could draw some out. Maybe get Ayame and Vivienne to vote on which on whichever one she should do. Something soft. Sweet. Nice. Cute. She could do that. \n\nLulu looked over in partial surprise at Ayame. Not believe in prophecies? It felt silly - anything could happen in this world, but Ayame chose to draw the line at future seeing. Well, hearing the catgirls reasoning did give insight and reasoning to how she viewed things. \"Oh, ya. Nightmares. Bad.\" Lulu nodded, doing a little 'pbbt' noise with her tongue(or like a raspberry ik some people call it that) and doing a thumbs down."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "A somewhat conflicted expression crossed Vivienne's face. She paused for a moment, after both had finished giving their input, kicking her feet absently as she considered. \"Though it is not a distaste I share, as they are simply a part of the divination process for me...\" The goddess spoke slowly, deliberately. \"... I understand your reason spurning nightmares. Unfortunately, as much as I'd like to, I cannot promise anything. The um...\" She paused, falling silent and slightly fidgeting in her seat. \"The general vibe of the dream will be dependent on... Or rather-,\" Vivienne heaved a deep sigh and leaned back in her seat. \"Simply put, the more gods that have good dreams, the better the shared dream will be. I will curate what I dreams I can see but I can't be everywhere at once. I could ask any potential helpers to also try, but they won't have my expertise.\" Her voice was starting to get low, almost a mumble, as though she started talking to herself more than the others. \"Perhaps I could give some quick lessons about lucid dreaming... Maybe a spell to give good dreams? I could put the spell on a pamphlet or-\"\n\nIn an instant Vivienne went from lost in thought to bolt upright. \"Magical creatures! Self-replicating and autonomous! I could just create them with a sleep spell and send them at whatever I need connected to the shared dream! Oh, with consent of course. I want this to be treated as a gift, not a curse. Of course, I'm skipping a few steps here, first I have to...\" She trailed off, eyes staring off into nothing. Moments turned to seconds, and the moth girl finally moved, all four hands slowly reaching up to grab her big witch hat, before pulling it down to cover her face. \"Ah... Sorry for um... Going on a bit of a tangent there...\""
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"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "*Again, the fuzzy cat-like goddess looked like she would want to decline Vivienne's offer, looking visibly dejected when thinking about turning something down that her new friend seemed so excited about. However, her body language seems to relax when Vivi comes up with a solution to the issue. Since dreams would now only be a choice, or \"Gift\" As Vivienne puts it, Ayame would have her worries to be gone.*\n\n\"Oh no, it's fine. I like listening to you, besides, you seem to have found a good solution for the issue. I'll help you. Just tell me whenever you need me to sleep.\"\n\n*Ayame then turns her head towards Lulu and yawns before she asks,*\n\"What do you think, Lulu? Does Vivi's offer sound good? I'm sure a lot of people would like to be awake while also being asleep. At least, judging by another god I've met, it seems like that would be just right for them.\""
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu made a small 'oh' noise, looking down at the table. She guessed it'd make sense if someone couldn't perfectly control nightmares, but the god of Dreams sounded like they could. Or would a god of Nightmares be able to do that, and not having reign over dreams? It seemed either too complicated for Lulu, or more complex. If the two had differences, of course. \"Oh,\" Lulu paused, and looked back up over at her friend. \"That'd be helpful.\" Making sure everyone had good dreams would be terrific for this specifically. *Oooo, can she put people to sleep or is it just spells and not just natural powers?* Lulu thought to herself. *That'd be a neat power. But I can't see anyone needing to use it unless the other person was sleep deprived or exhausted and couldn't sleep.* \"Oh, it's ok.\" Lulu smiled sweetly at Vivienne. She liked the idea! Besides, she wanted to make things of her own and she could offer help with the other creatures too. If she was able. Lulu looked over at Ayame and nodded at her first words. Listening to Vivienne was nice. \"Oh, yeah.\" Luella nodded happily. \"I'm on board. I want to help too.\" Lulu turned back at Vivienne, still smiling."
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"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "\"Ah, wonderful!\" Vivienne clapped her hands together once, smiling brightly. \"Thank you both so much~. Now I just gotta start getting things set up.\" The goddess rose from her seat, almost more of a jump from the energy she put into it. \"I hope you enjoyed the treats I prepared. When the shared dream is prepared, I would enjoy another chance to share food and conversation with you.\" She paused for a moment, a serene expression crossing her face. \"Whether that ends up being in dream or in reality...\" With her head lowered, Vivienne took a careful step back from the table, followed by a second. Her wings unfurled, their shadows seeming to eat the fabric of the dream itself. \"Now come,\" She held her arms open, a universal 'hug me' gesture. \"I will see you safely back to wakefulness.\""
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"author": "borderlne",
"message": "From the World Tree's highest branches, a deep red fruit clung to a thin branch barely able to hold onto it. The drupe was of medium size, larger than some and smaller than others. As the fruit grew and ripened, the darker it became. The crimson color spread across the scraggly branch that held in as if it were an infection.\n\nThe gentle breeze was enough to break the branch, as it already had enough pressure from holding up the hefty fruit. The branch fell, taking the vermillion fruit with it. It was a long fall, bumping into other produce and legumes of varying sizes and textures. Surprisingly, the bloodied fruit was sturdy enough to not break once it collided to the ground.\n\nNestled in lush grass, the fruit expands further, the color dripping off with each inch in diameter. Slowly but surely, the fruit went from the size of a ball of yarn, to a cocoon fit for a short adult. The fruit's color melted off like acid, disintegrating the makeshift shell that shielded the newborn God from the world. Curled in the fetal position, using their wings as a blanket, the God of Blood stirred awake. \n\n\"Tch...\"\n\nPaeon stretched out their limbs, taking their time to rouse and sit up. The wings moved aside and tucked behind Paeon's back, revealing their petite form. Paeon frowned curtly, squinting their eyes as they adjusted to the light. They wore a fine, twill fabric shirt with sleeves nearly twice as long as their arms. Simple black bands held the sleeves secure at Paeon's wrist. The hem of the shirt was neatly tucked into their high-waisted, charcoal black pants.\n\nThe God stood, groaning as they stretched. Finally, Paeon was awake."
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"author": "doctorswagmd",
"message": "A small delicate fruit, sparkling with its freshness, began to blossom from the highest of the branches in the world tree. Its dazzling beauty soon began to shift into cooler tones, blues and purples, until it suddenly fell lower on the tree and reattached itself on a new branch. The fruit had become larger, the size of a pear at least, and it was a most radiant shade of royal blue. The fruit stayed this way for a moment or two before changing again with another impressive burst of color, becoming warmer, redder, orange-er, it beamed with ripeness, a fruit so impossibly ready for anything. This form lasted the longest, taking a minute to lose its hold and drop. On this new branch the fruit seemed to have dulled, less vibrant, grayer. The fruit was imperceptibly sadder, it seemed, and less full of life than it used to be. It nearly matched the previous fruit with its stay on the brand but again it dropped lower. By now, the fruit was graying, shriveling, hurting. The fruit had only so much more left to give, its last colors receding slowly back towards Yggdrasil. This time when the fruit fell, it fell only a single branch down in the form of a seedling, unplanted, unknown, unborn. The seed hit the branch with a light *Tick* Before it shook, developing a seam along the equator, and it opened up. From this long-lived seed came a hooded figure with skeleton's hands and a skeleton's face, fresh in this world but far more dutiful than one could imagine.\nExamining his newly formed features, Haventar inhaled a deep breath, his empty chest cavity broadening widely. Haventar stretched out his arms and experienced the warmth of life in its entirety, standing like a plant in the sun and enjoying his gift."
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"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "\"Oh... A hug. I like hugs...\"\n*The catgirl says with her usual tired, yet happy expression. She puts both her hands on the table stands up while arching and stretching her back in the process. Her movements would remind one of the likes of a house cat getting up from their sleeping spot (Even though they technically don't exist yet). She slowly walked over towards the Moth deity with her reality-breaking wings and gently slung both her arms around her shoulders. Just above the wings. She clings loosely to her, not pressing too tight, allowing Vivi to feel how incredibly soft and... Comfortable, for the lack of a better term. The fur on her cheek has just such a fuzzy feeling that it's almost tempting to just stay in this dream forever like this. That's the power of the Goddess of Comfort.*"
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"author": "rileycantread",
"message": "Among the many fruits of the worldtree sat one, black and warped, like rotten. As the fruit fell, it struggled to keep its shape, and the black mass crashed into the branches below, warping around the many twisting sticks. The fruit then began to seep a black fluid out, which began to form a small puddle below.\n\nThe puddle sat for a while, unmoving, before the liquid began formed a small pillar. The pillar continued to grow, becoming sharp on the end, with the surface growing needles, like hair, along the outside. It soon grew to reveal its connection to a large thorax, also formed from the black liquid. The rest of the puddle was drawn into the shape of the massive arachnid, as it let out a grateful click at its newly minted life."
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"author": "dabony",
"message": "Silly's eyes darted back and forth at Paranoia's display, hear head turning with her vision. As she shook, her hat built up momentum, spinning around and around atop her head, bells jingling. And when it all became too much, for the briefest of moments her jester cap fluttered up higher, and another Silly popped out, and then another, both of them looking at a Paranoia each. The prime Silly meanwhile steadied, giggling as she reached up to steady her hat as her two doubles half-popped out from under it.\n\n\"Oooohh- you *Are* Just so-so-so *ME*!\" Each Silly giggled, just out of sync enough for the laughter to clash against itself. \n\n\"So *US*,\" A second Silly corrected.\n\n\"So whacky and funny and *Silly* - which is me!\" Spoke the third, and which point the primary Silly clapped her hands atop her head, pushing her doubles back under her cap. It jingled, almost in protest, but the noises settled down.\n\nAt this point, the little blackness that was Silly's fake para-nose had started to droop, almost dripping, perpetually rippling like a melting scoop of vantablack ice cream just about to trickle off its cone. And then she sneezed, and with an explosion of void-confetti, it was gone. She liked her colours, and black just didn't cut it.\n\n\"Oh? Someone like youuu?! You're my friend. And if they're like you, then that means more friends for me!\" Stretching, Silly arched her back so far that her hands landed on the ground behind her, and the moment they did, she flipped back up into the air before landing on her feet once again. \"Ooooohhhhh- I'm an older sisterrrrr- so many new little gods. But don't worry, Updog will help us out!\""
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"author": "skeletontrauma",
"message": "It felt like they were stuck at that moment for ages, but that just couldn't be because that's not how time worked. Wait, who was Paranoia to decide how time worked? Meh, who cares! Para would then slowly chant as Silly went to do her funny business. \n\n\"Silly Sillies, Goofy Sillies, Funny Sillies, Silly Sillies, Goofy Sillies, Funny Sillies~\" The chant would come to its organic end when all the excess Sillies were contained. \n\nAs the black confetti rained around them, they slowly gravitated back to Paranoia. With a little effort from the Jokerized Paranoia, the remaining confetti would alternate from black to white as it fell and spun through the air. Just to add some pizazz!\n\nParanoia would turn their attention back to Silly as they said they were, \"An older sister?\" Though the concept of family was something Para could comprehend, this whole existence was still new to them. \n\n\"That's amazing!\" Paranoia would love to be family with all their friends! \"When am I gonna meet Updog!? Were they born before me? Are they my big brother!\" The possibilities are endless and unfathomable. Paranoia could barely contain itself. In fact, they could feel the seams of their form on the verge of giving out.\n\nParanoia was slowly swelling with excitement as they spoke, doubling in size when they asked the question.\n\n\"Who is Updog?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*There is a very faint scratching of nails and quiet grunting before a variant of Nineveh pokes his head up over the edge of the tree and looks around, ears lifting up over his head as he listens into the conversation. He casually hefts himself over the side and sneakily scales a branch, trotting along its length till he's right above the other two gods. He wraps his legs around the branch and allows the top of his body to roll down till he is right between them, his face lights up in a grin as they finish talking*\n\n\"Not much dawg, whats up with you guys?\""
},
{
"author": "dabony",
"message": "\"He is! He's up dog!\" Silly chortled, almost choking on her own laughter as she bounced up and down. \"We found Updog, our younger brother!\" Still laughing, she held a hand to her abdomen and hunched over, before falling back and kicking her legs in the air as if riding an imaginary bicycle. \n\n\"Ehehe- Updog. Hahahaha- ahahahaha!\" Her giggles continued, showing no sign of stopping even as Nines continued to hang there. Just as they showed the slightest sign of slowing, she made brief eye-contact with Paranoia, then with the wolf god, snickered, then flung her head back to laugh again.\n\n\"N- not much wh-what about youu- ahahahhhaaahhhh hehehehehe- aahhhhahahah- hah- snrrrrrkkk-\" She bit her lip, desperately stopping the flood of guffawing by holding her breath. Little bits of noise slipped through her lips, making a long squeaking noise, like a leaking balloon. Her face turned red, and her head expanded and grew.\n\nIf the laughter wasn't going out... Then it had to go somewhere... Just as she reached that critical point-\n\n\"Hah- **POP!**\"\n\n-the smallest titter snuck out, and she popped, leaving nil but shreds of confetti and torn pieces of a jester hat behind. That, and the smouldering wisps of smoke that was once Silly. If one listened closely, they could still hear her laughter. The chuckles. It was almost as if she was still with them, even now. Yet, elsewhere still, Silly was going about very important godly business in the south. Oh, she would make something beautiful there, indeed."
},
{
"author": "skeletontrauma",
"message": "It's funny. Paranoia felt \"The funny,\" Eating them from within, weakening the boundaries of their form. Paranoia wouldn't last long in this state. As the walls of their structure strained, pockets of condensed \"Excitement\" Would swell and bubble out from Paranoia like tumorous growths. As the realization set in. The masterwork joke unfolded once more in Para's mind. Finally, the punchline showed up in the form of Nine. Paranoia could no longer control their condition as they grew unnaturally, exponentially, now fueled by \"The funny.\"\n\nThe monstrous form of Paranoia loomed over Nine. The sight alone would be unnerving to even the bravest of beings. The form would swell irregularly and act almost like it was contained under a layer of black fibrous muscle. From within, a seizure-inducing yellow, blue, and red strobe alternated wildly. A thunderous tearing noise could be heard as Paranoia finally opened its mouth. *HheEheAHAHAH!* **\"YOU'Re uPDoG!!!!\"** Their voice distorted loudly, a cacophonous imitation of their past self. The rumbling grows louder as Para finally erupts with the laughter of realization. *AHohOoohAhEA****HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!***\n\nEven the branches of Yggdrasil above seem to sake with the maddening laughter coming from Paranoia's grotesque swelling form. If Nine was superstitious, they would worry that if this entity once known as Paranoia were to blow with all its force, even Yggdrasil could be scarred permanently. The horrifying potential that Nine unknowingly unleashed they were the trigger to this terrible event, and there was nothing they could-\n\nBefore the thought would finish, the form swelled once more, and the haunting laughter reached its climax, **HAHAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!!!!**\n\nAs if the nightmarish form of Paranoia was frozen at the moment, beams of unfathomable energy frozen mid-release from every possible crack a crevice. There would be a pause before the inevitable unleash, or at least Nine would witness what looked like time stopping. But time was still moving? The apparent tell would be the harmonious atmosphere and the leaves and grass flowing with it. As if on cue, the form would shatter, leaving Paranoia in their base shape unchanged. \n\n\"What do you think? I was gonna blow up in laughter?\" Para questioned smugly. \n\n\"No way, Updog, my new found friend, I-\"\n\n*Mid-sentence Paranoia was gone. The echoes of what transpired before Nine without a single flake of evidence. Whatever Nine took away from that moment, they can still feel Paranoia with them. Somewhere.*"
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{
"author": "djhonore",
"message": "*From the great world tree, Aarus appears in his distinctive dark blue robes and bear hugs the nearest god/goddess he can find before staring in awe at the natural beauty of the world tree itself, the wonder of a child sparkling in his eyes. Aarus looks around at the various realms and demiplanes the other deities had created and stands in place in awe, speechless, not knowing how to express his sheer excitement*"
},
{
"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu nodded. She'd love to talk to them more. The idea of communicating bracelets floated in her head again. Something soft to wear. But it would be able to stay strong in case it was almost ripped. Or it got snagged on something and would almost rip. Ooh, indestructible friendship bracelets. Seeing the hug gesture, Lulu smiled again and walked over to the two and hugged Vivienne and Ayame. A nice, soft, very comfortable grouphug really. It felt like being swaddled in a really warm blanket. \n\n\"I'd love to meet up more again. And! I had this idea, I could make a little bracelet or necklace for us three, and we'd talk into it and the other two would get the message. That, and because we're all friends I'd love to make something for all of us to share.\" Lulu hummed, taking a step back after the hug was done. She wanted to know how the other two felt about it. Though, she guessed they could just go 'I like it' and leave it at that. Either way, Luella was excited."
},
{
"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "The smile on Vivienne's face only grew wider the more little surprises these new friends of hers threw at her. First of all, Ayame's hug was *To die for.* She hadn't had such a relaxing hug in... Ever, really. What she wouldn't give to be able to fall asleep in that embrace. The dream deity's face flushed a much brighter red than one would even think possible, and to save herself the embarrassment of being found out, she turned to regard the sky above, casting her consciousness out towards her other fragments to distract herself. Second, the friendship bracelet idea from Lulu sounded wonderful. Being able to communicate effortlessly would make planning things much easier, not to mention conversations like these were quite fun. That would have to come in a moment though.\n\n\"Um, I think it's a *Wonderful* Idea...\" Vivienne piped up after a second, head dropping back down once she thought the blush was faded (it wasn't). \"But first, I need to wake us back up. How about we make after that, though?\" Though phrased like a question, it was more rhetorical. Without waiting for an answer, the witch smiled and waved her finger. The next thing she knew, she was blinking wearily awake, back on the branches of the world tree."
},
{
"author": "fangornthetree",
"message": "Swathed in the World Tree's branches is a fruit of coppery hues and uneven textures. It extends about a meter in both directions, large enough to hold a person if they're furled comfortably. Like many others, it remains still unless moved by an outside source, but this one jerks. It's slight at first, perhaps some trick of the mind, then it twitches again, and again, and again, each movement separated by wide intervals. This continues for a while, as though whoever is inside is struggling to set themself free, or maybe they don't want to leave just yet. The process is slow but sure, and soon the earthen orb is scathed. From the lesion blooms a pallid, bony hand, flexing and shaking before another joins it to tear further. When it's wide enough, a slumping face with hair like a fire-lake appears, and the newborn deity all but staggers out.\n\nThey sway on all fours, finding relief from the sudden change in environment as they lurch to their back. What is this? Where are they? No, first, *Who* Are they? These questions are kept in their head, and they linger even when their attention springs to the fruit of their unborn brethren. They are uncertain and confused, yet this fog dissipates quickly. They feel as though the knowledge they bear is more generous and expansive than any mortal library.\n\n*'Envir,'* They think, *'my name is Envir, and I am the Deity of Karma.'*\n\nEnvir cannot remember who they were, where they were, or what was happening before they were reborn, yet the hatred and helplessness of it all has come with them, it seems. Their expression contorts to an ugly representation of negativity, and their hand moves to clutch their clothed chest. Envir is both hot and cold, shaky and numb, dazed and alert; they feel a plethora of things all at once, then it stops.\n\nGaia invades their mind, although they happily think of Her. The prospect of Her alone is enough to give them a sense of security and belonging. They sit up and *Accept* Her order easily."
},
{
"author": "disiacdion",
"message": "𝕿𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠\n 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 . . . 𝒙\n\nThe tree is the grand poem of the living world, a beauty that encourages the spirit to dance through words, to make our odes to its branches that spread heaven-bound. And in the strong light of the new day from the other flora, it creates a kiss for the senses in those moving leaves, the thousand green hues, and the soft whispering in the wind. However, there was a tree that held a special sort of power that released omnipotent beings into the world, creating endless possibilities of what could exist. \n\nIt was given the name, 'The World Tree'. The branches sought to reach their limbs across the spring sky, clouds passing as ships above. They appear as if they were brought into the world by oils upon canvas, by an artist who knows there is both beauty and order in chaos. For they reach this way and that, the buds now open, gifting their new foliage to the community of other things. \n\nOn this day, a flower had been growing upon a branch for quite some time, many had tried to pry it open yet for a particular reason, this flora resisted revealing its' identity. That would come to pass though. The flower held a deeper blush of pink. A gust of wind came by, caressing the silky pink petals, making them cooler than expected, and smoother too. Even the bonny, waving winds craved to see the beauty that was being held captive inside. Within seconds, the pink flower submitted to its calling, and each petal started unraveling until revealing a bare figure with syrup-brown skin, with a body that was indeed muscular.\n\nHe opened his eyes, revealing his medallion yellow irises that were sort of cloudly. He had pressed the palm of his hands upon his chest, and slid them down, feeling every part of himself, being amazed that he had developed from a simple flower. The 6'1 God slid his tongue across his plump lips, moistening them before speaking for the very first time. 'I-I am Jasper, Bringer of The Night & Soother of The Aches of Dying.' His voice had been raspy yet somehow maintained its velvety smoothness. Glancing up towards the sky, his long dreads lay across his bulging back, the adornments on his hair clanging together, alerting those nearby a deity had been born. \n\nAs the rays of the closer flora and such which glowed hit his bronze skin, making it glisten like milk and honey, he had taken the opportunity to darken the area around him with a simple wave of his fingers, sending a more obvious alert to others. 'Mm, this is going to be fun...' With that, he began making his way down the tree, expecting another deity of sort.\n\n✧ ˚ · . . . 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠\n𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 :: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭\n𝑐𝑜-𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 :: 𝐧/𝐚\n𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 :: \n𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 :: 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞\n𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 :: 𝐧/𝐚"
},
{
"author": "djhonore",
"message": "*While excitedly bouncing around the upper branches looking at all the realms below, Aarus looks up and notices a new face, and immediately bear hugs them like a child with a new plushie* \"Hi, who are you? What are you? What do YOU think is fun?\""
},
{
"author": "disiacdion",
"message": "𝕿𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠\n 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 . . . 𝒙\n\nOnce climbing down from the tree, he was suddenly greeted by the sound of a rather masculine voice, Jasper turned around, but was swept up by the strong male. His eyes furrowed instantly, and glanced down at the male, looking straight into his irises, showing slightly how irritated Jasper had already been. Though, he would prolong his emotions from now, as he would be interested in who this person was, and why they had enjoyed the sensation of a warm hug. \n\n'You ask a lot of questions, huh?' The 6'1 male placed his hands on the other male's wrists, and pried his arms from around his torso, before landing on his feet, groaning due to the pain which the bear hug had caused him. 'The name is Jasper; Perhaps ask a person's name before you hug them?' He suggested to him while smirking slightly causing his pearly whites to appear. 'Also, if you are that handsy, I might have to take you for myself.' Releasing a deep chuckle as he flirted lightly with the other male. Noticing he was still bare, Jasper placed his hands upon his hips, and pulled them back, causing a crimson red tunic to appear onto his body along with plain black gladitor shoes whhich strapped up his legs. \n\n'Anyways, let me properly introduce myself, even though I just arised from this marvleous tree of life; I am the God of The Night, and God of The Last Moments Before Death.' Slightly leaning over, Jasper bowed to him, causing his long dreads to fall down in front of his shoulders and muscles to bulge out. A few seconds later, he stood up, looking him in the eyes. 'May I ask who you are?'\n\n✧ ˚ · . . . 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠\n𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 :: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭\n𝑐𝑜-𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 :: 𝐧/𝐚\n𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 :: \n𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 :: Aarus is really nice!\n𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 ::"
},
{
"author": "djhonore",
"message": "\"I am Aarus, the God of Merriment and Dedication. As far as being handsy, surprise bear hugs are fun. I like fun. I don't really know anybody, so if ye want to take me for yourself go right ahead\" *Aarus somehow rotates 180 degrees so he's just standing there eye to eye with Jasper except upside down*"
}
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{
"author": "disiacdion",
"message": "𝕿𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠\n 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 . . . 𝒙\n\n'God of merriment, and dedication, huh? I can clearly see that, you are quite excited.' His eyes landed upon Aarus, noticing he had been in an unusual position. 'However, I do not think that you want me to take your for my own, my dear Aarus, one like you could not handle someone like me.' He chuckled softly, shaking his head. 'It has been nice talking to you, but, I must make my appearance amongst the others, if you do not mind?' Jasper began walking past the other male, slightly swinging his hips slide to side, allowing hm to be more seductive.\n\n\n✧ ˚ · . . . 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠\n𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 :: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭\n𝑐𝑜-𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 :: 𝐧/𝐚\n𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 :: \n𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 :: \n𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 ::"
},
{
"author": "djhonore",
"message": "\"Please, don't let me keep you, but don't be a stranger either. I should probably start working on a realm of my own at some point.\" *Aarus flips right side up again and looks around for a good spot*"
},
{
"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "*When Vivi would wake up after the dream ended, she finds herself as expected wide awake on the branches of the world tree and so does Lulu. The only one that seemingly stayed asleep is the goddess of comfort, Ayame. The feline woman lays on her side, rolled up into somewhat of a loaf, having her arms and legs tightly tucked to her body with her tail rolling around the front.*\n*It's not that she's still stuck in the dream world, no, that is something that Vivienne made sure of. It is just Ayame's nature that causes her very being to be especially determined to remain as comfortable as possible. Besides, the way she just did a small jump in her other form and the amounts of positive attention she got for it was something that her mind thinks should be celebrated. By celebration, she means that she'll rest for... A while, to say the least. Or, until someone physically shakes her awake. After all, she still has an obligation to tell Vivienne that there's 2 other gods already willing to help her out with the project. Not only that, getting a friendship bracelet from Luella was also something she wanted before the dream ended.*"
},
{
"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu yawned and stood up, stretching as she did so. There was a small fatigue after the sleep, but she knew she could just shake it off. She rubbed her eyes and looked between the two. She loved both of them - spending more time would be wonderful, and she was already looking forward to in the future. Even though she was with them right now at the moment. Lulu paused and looked around the tree, and delicately pulled a few leaves and twigs from wherever she could find and began threading them. As she did, she ended with three bracelets. Almost matching, but different in their own aspects as Lulu was new to this whole bracelet business. Holding them in her hands, she thought of future conversations and thought of the fun. After a second, Lulu smiled and handed one to Vivienne and then paused when she looked over at Ayame. \n\nFirst, shaking her gently as an attempt to wake her. If it hadn't worked and Ayame remained asleep, Lulu would instead place the bracelet on the others hand. If it had worked, Lulu would smile, offer a small apology to waking her, and hand the second bracelet to the god of comfort. Slipping on her own, she admired her work before stretching some more. She had things to do. Part of her conscious was off somewhere, but she could link back up with it later."
},
{
"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "\"Oh, why thank you~.\" Vivienne yawned out a thanks while stretching, happy to accept the gift from her new friend. With a tired smile, she slid it onto her top right arm, sighing in relief when she saw it fit perfectly over her fuzz. No way it'd slip off like this. \"It's *Very* Cute.\" Her inhuman eyes jumped between the bracelet on her wrist, and Lulu, who was currently trying to prod Ayame awake. A mischievous grin crossed the deity's face. With a small \"Oop\" She rolled over onto her stomach (still floating a solid foot off the ground), and *Stretched* As far as she could. For her efforts, she got a chance to squish the sleeping god's cheeks with only the very tips of her fingers, which she would do with a giggle, at least until Ayame started to wake."
},
{
"author": "disiacdion",
"message": "𝕿𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠\n 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 . . . 𝒙\n\nAfter spending time in the land which he had claimed rightfully for his, he sought out to see if more deities had been born from branches of The World Tree. So far, he had only met one other deity, and the experience of it was quite interesting. Jasper walked into the entry of The World Tree, his cloudy dandelion-colored irises landing upon the life-giving tree, he placed his palms against the rugged tree, instantly remembering blooming from that dark-colored flower. However, the sudden new aura interrupted his bonding with Gaia. He lifted his head towards one of the obvious branches, watching as a hand sprouted out, forming into a new person that would make a big difference in the world, clearly.\n\nJasper felt his neutral face turn transition into a slight smile, seeing for the first time the birth of a Divine Creature. It had caused a warm feeling to fill his body. He closed his eyes, listening to their voice, something about it was unique and posed with elegance. 'Envir...' he whispered yet loud enough to hear from a distance. 'Welcome Envir, to The World Tree. Many have been expecting your arrival.\""
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{
"author": "zoul_nightwing",
"message": "*A clear ball hung high in the trees sits attached to the breanches motionless all of a sudden it starts rocking back and forth it starts to glow a purple it looks like a fire like strom brewing and forming inside the ball it does this for a couple of minutes when you see a black shadow apesr behind the fore storm there curled up in a ball like a baby inside a mother soon the bottom splits open letting a grey dragon fall out* \"Ahhhhhhhhhhh! *He covers his face preparing fpr impact but it never comes* \"Huh?\" *He uncovers his face to see his wings opened up and managed to glide him safely to the ground* \"Oh well that's good to know\" *Chuckling to himself as he yawns and stretches*"
},
{
"author": "djhonore",
"message": "*Aarus arrives in the upper branches with a panicked look on his face, his eyes darting around the various realms below. He sees the Fabledlands crumbling, and the humans that once inhabited it falling* \"No, no, NO\" *Aarus rockets down to go save as many as he can*"
},
{
"author": "scarletphoneme",
"message": "Having gotten rather lost in the fun of squishing Ayame's cheek, Vivienne hadn't noticed the appearance of one of Ayame's fragments, and subsequently *Jumped* When the comfort deity had suddenly spoke up. In response to her question, the moth girl simply stuttered a bit and pulled the bring of her hat down to cover her face for a few seconds. By the time the blush had faded away enough Vivi felt comfortable not hiding, Ayame had already jumped to another topic, and one that the deity was quite happy to hear about. \"Ah! A new friend and potential helper?\" Vivienne clapped and curled her legs up to her chest, floating stationary in the air. \"I would be happy to meet him, if he'd have me, of course.\" \n\nOnce that had been sorted, she spun around to face Lulu, a bit more energy in her movement now that just moments before. \"Thank you for the bracelet. And feel free to tag along if you want, I'm always happy to chat more~.\" The moth god smiled reassuringly. \"Otherwise, I'll talk to you later. Perhaps we could collaborate on some creation or just chat. Whatever you'd feel more up to.\" Then, with a rather impatient pace, Vivienne lurched forward and gave Lulu a quick hug, before subsequently dissolving into shadow and vanishing."
},
{
"author": "alphawolfun",
"message": "*Ayame simply waved Vivi a goodbye when she began to vanish. Afterwards, she walked over towards Luella, thanking her for the bracelet.*\n\n\"Thank you, Lulu. I'll keep it with me, always. But staying split gets a bit tiring after a while to be honest. If you don't mind, I'll lay down and merge.\"\n\n*Without another word, the clone layed down next to herself, cuddling. She closed her eyes, and not much sooner, both Ayame's started to fade away, and so does the bracelet, which Lulu can sense reappearing far eastward.*"
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{
"author": "_.god_",
"message": "In a lofty branch of the world tree, a patch of clovers began to stir. As if waking from a deep sleep, Casus sat up on the soft bed of greenery and appreciated his surroundings. This world was beautiful and new, and he was grateful to be in it. Scouring the bed of clovers, he saw that not one of them had 3 leaves; each bud had sprouted at least 4. Delighted by this showing of good fortune, Casus grabbed a 17-leafed clover, braiding it into his hair, and made his way down the tree, excited for whatever was to come."
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*On one of the upper branches, an incredibly large egg hung. It was entirely made of ice, and appeared to be shining in a very light blue colour. All of a sudden, it started shaking, cracks appearing all over its surface.*\n\n*The egg disconnected from the branch it hung from, but miraculously did not fall. It floated there, in the air, all while the cracks were growing. When the cracks had spread over the entire surface of the egg, it stopped shaking. The eggshell finally fell, but its contents remained floating just below the branch.*\n\n*Said contents were a fluffy, white form- a large arctic fox. Ica opened his light blue eyes, of the same colour as the eggshell had been. He landed on a branch right below, and looked around curiously. His paws were soft, in stark contrast with the hard bark of the wood he stood on. Ica tested his limbs for just a second, before starting to make his way down the Tree.*"
},
{
"author": "rannicat",
"message": "Around the same time in a section of the tree shaded from the sun a strong gust whipped through the tree shaking a hidden serpent from its resting place witch slithered down towards a small ball of what appeared to braided golden hair the serpent hissed and slithered its way into the ball causing it to shake and snap off beginning to fall and hitting a few branches before it softly landed on the crook of a branch right near the fox and slowly the bundle of hair began to unravel with a light glow before the bundle reaceded into the head of the newly formed god who laid on the branches there white dress hem already tattered as they slept"
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Ica stepped back ever so slightly. He wouldn't admit it, but he was taken aback by the form that had just been born right in front of his eyes. He stopped for a second, before taking on a different form- one that he'd be able to communicate to the other god with, one that looked more like theirs. He was now a tall, light-skinned mortal, with white hair and light blue, piercing eyes.*\n\n*He hesitated once again, before coming to a decision. He couldn't just leave this new god to sleep here. It was time for them to wake up, and go to create their Realm, just like Ica had been planning to do. Decision made, he stepped closer to the sleeping figure, bent over, and shook their shoulder slightly. It should wake the other god up, but not with a shock.*"
},
{
"author": "rannicat",
"message": "The blonde god grumbled something as it was shook lazily waving an arm as it began to slide off the branch landing onanother branch causing it to open its eyes and yawn looking around in confusion and wonder at the massive branches above and below it standing up it poked at one of the leaves and walked around the branches not noticing the other god above it his long golden hair flowing behind him and ocasionally catching onto branches"
},
{
"author": "disiacdion",
"message": "\"Indeed, The World Tree, this divine flora has seeds in which create powerful beings that are growing and growing everyday. You are one of them.\" A slight chuckle erupted from Jasper's lip as he noticed the God attempting to understand their surroundings, perhaps maybe even their purpose in life. \"However, young one, I have not been out in this supernatural world for not much longer than you have. It is unusual how when I flourished into this body that I was born with abilities and strength that are unlike no other.\"\n\n\"However, yes, I believe I know slightly what to do. Like myself, and the others you must discover your attributes, your identity, and what is the purpose of your life which Gaia has given you.\" His voice remained the same throughout their conversation, wanting to comfort the deity during the first few minutes of their life.\n\nWatching Envir stand upon his feet, Jasper smiled slightly, causing the jewels upon his teeth to glisten ever so brightly, it was benefiting for him to see another God gain their strength, wether it be immediately or take a certain amount of time. \"My name is Jasper, I am reign of the *The Night and The Last Moments of Death*, meaning wether it is a mortal, half born of a deity and mortal, before they pass onto the afterlife, they will see me as their comforter as sort. Now tell me, what do you think you reign over?\" He was curious to know."
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Wow. Really? Just- ignoring the person who woke you up? Had they not even noticed him? One of Ica's eyebrows raised, just slightly. Fine then, be like that. He huffed through his nose, thinking about what to do. Assume they were ignoring him on purpose, and carry on with his original plan? Or give them the benefit of the doubt, talk to them. Oh well, it wasn't like the creation of his Realm couldn't wait. There was plenty of time.*\n\n*He dropped after the other god, landing a bit behind them. From there, he quickly caught up with them.* **\"Say, is there any reason for you to be pretending I don't exist?\"** *He asked, voice low.* **\"You're not supposed to ignore the person who just woke you up, you know.\"**"
},
{
"author": "rannicat",
"message": "The younge god was surprised by the sudden voice \" Oh hello you were the person who woke me\" They ask looking at the god of ice \"Sorry about ignoring you i must have not noticed you \" He said offering a slight bow of respect \"Then i must thank you\" He says before going back to looking around the tree amazed at the amount of greenery \"How beautiful\""
},
{
"author": "juniorraider",
"message": "*Of the many buds on the branches of the great tree, one more would start to bloom. The process was slow at first, but soon the golden petals would shimmer with a bright passionate red glow. The branch the bud was hanging from would start to dip down until it was resting on a branch below. Then it would finally bloom, spreading out its petals with a burst of energy to reveal the newly born god.*\n\n*He opened his eyes for the first time, looking around his new surroundings. He had clothes on already, and he loved the feeling. Himeros spent a moment looking at his clothes before he picked his head up to view the tree around him. He wondered what this place was as he stood up, not speaking a word. He wanted to know if there was anyone else here though.*"
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{
"author": "darkhero_coop",
"message": "A seed corrupt, mutated, a tall branch wilting as the newly budded fruit of the world tree melts away, insect legs, clawed arms, and dark tendrils crawl out of the collapsing fruit, reality warping around it, melting like wax as a orange red radiance shined, a wretched god is born.\n\nThe volatile chaos emerges from the fruit, the mass of tendrils slithering into the sky above the upper branches, the sky around it warping as it ascended to a deep crimson. The branch that held the fruit was now charred with a orange red ashes falling from it, the infantile beast screeches, as it starts to realize, and manifest its ungodly power, slithering higher into the sky.\n\nKthath now slithered into the outer heavens, leaving the world tree, as he grew quickly into a chaos that soared between the stars, the warped sky returning to normal as kthath now receeded to a small black dot in the sky to those on the upper branches, red and orange flame following him a trail, emitting a radiance that would take as much of the sky as the sun for a few moments.\n\nBelowing roars are heard across the world tree as the monstrosity grew further more in size, before he entirely dissapeared."
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Alright, so they hadn't seen him. That was fine; they hadn't been ignoring him on purpose, then. Ica acknowledged their bow with a small nod. After that, the other god turned away and continued their little tour of the World Tree. Ica wasn't mad, per se- but he wasn't happy about being ignored, either. He wasn't going to start a fight about it though. He wasn't very much a fighter, even though his powers were fit for it. He simply left the other god to their explorations, while he himself turned away into a different direction.*\n\n*Ica transformed back into his true form. Then, he continued walking along the northernmost branches of the World Tree, before stopping at the end of one. If he jumped off from here, he could already see a good place to start creating. Decision made, then. Ica leaped off the World Tree, slowly descending towards the north.*"
},
{
"author": "ssailurusfulgens",
"message": "The golden fruit of unknown origin shook. A soft rattling of some form of light mettle bouncing about inside escaped into the branches. Its wobbling only lasted for a few seconds, before the thin vine connecting it to Yggdrassil's bark split and it fell to the upper branches, bouncing once before smooshing with a soft loud blurt. Inside, the fruit was mostly empty, except for a small golden ring. The ring wasn't particularly large and was strange when compared to the horrors birthed from many of these fruits and eggs. \n\nThe ring wiggled and jumped into the air. Its soft glowing morphed to form an almost-humanoid shape with four arms. Quickly, the god changed, light flowing from his body in the process. Soon, an automaton body formed, with a metal body and four arms — two on either side of his chest. \n\nHe looked around, dazed from having just been born, and confused about his surroundings. He stretched his body, just to make sure he could. He was, in fact, alive right now. \n\nIn his head, a soft voice seemed to bellow \"Daion...\" In a low tone. He muttered this word under his breath and the yellow circles upon his face spun. Daion, he was, a new god born into this world. But what was this world? \n\nDaion walked between the branches, curiously pressing on Yggdrassil's bark to feel the texture. It was very hard, and as he quickly realized, extremely large. In fact, his current form couldn't even see from one edge of the tree's top-most branches to the other side by normal means.\n\nAs a new god, Daion figured it would be best to begin creating. But what would he create? Where would he make it? \n\nHe saw the large expanse of upper branches and knew that this was not a suitable location to create his first lands. For one, it was full of unborn gods, and for another it was rather restrictive. So, moving onwards, Daion took exploration into his own hands and slowly floated off of the tree, searching for adequate land for creation."
},
{
"author": "chunky99",
"message": "Upon a gnarled branch upon the world three the abhorrent fruiting god would writhe within the wretched fruit, rotten and twisted, malformed with wart like growths. These motions would only grow with intensity as Balador with great force emerged from the rotten fruit upon the tree with a sickening ear splitting guttural howl. \n\nFrom its emergence the twisted and terrible god of violence would arise, with great laborious movement Balador would stand upright letting out a terrible roar. A great crimson energy would encase Balador before seemingly transporting Balador elsewhere dissapearing within a flash."
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"author": "the.year",
"message": "Interestingly, the fruit upon the upper branches did writhe and, in some aspects, it *Sung*, humming its tune from vibrations of its branch like a child chuckling into the sunlight. \n\nThen, as if breaking free from a cocoon, they emerged. A curved figure emerged, hair curled and frizzed over her eyes. Hesitantly, she drew her fingers to her hair, casting aside its frizz to look at the environment ahead of her. The tree was beautiful, a cascade of hues and chasms of branches intertwining that nearly left her enraptured. For a moment, she simply stared, frozen. Her body shook with a feeling she had never felt before— her first feeling, exactly. One that she would never want to discard.\n\nThe yearning to *Move*.\n\nShe ran around the roots, tip-toeing across the smaller grasses and leaping ahead of the towering rootstocks. It was messy, almost barbaric, the way she moved within the trees like an animal. But she could care less: it was beautiful, and one couldn't expect her to stay quiet. And with such an idea in her mind, she sung.\n\nThe branches were hers to stay with, at least for the moment, and she couldn't have been more grateful. She stood over the edge of the nearest branch, peering at the seemingly endless cascades below. What could she do here? Could she ride with the fruits and tremble over them forever, or write a hymn for every branch. This world was her oyster.\n\nBut what about everything else?\n\nShe frowned, clasping her hands together as she stared at the environment before her. Somehow, it didn't seem as gorgeous as before. \n\n\"I refuse to stay.\"\n\nShe sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bench. The goddess would walk off, soon enough, but only when she didn't feel as if she could make another song. It had already grown old to her, but there was still a *Hint* Of sentimentality within her, so she'd stay, for now.\n\nBut what could be beyond it? She couldn't wait. Her mind was shaped towards the distant lands, the beauty and love that may come from them. She was intrigued, engaged, *Allured*, and she'd fulfill those questions so long as she remained.\n\nAllured.\n\nA smile encapsulated her lips as she looked ahead. The goddess crossed her legs, properly tying her hair into a bun.\n\nAllare. That was her name."
},
{
"author": "funkyman",
"message": "***CRA-KTSSSSH***\n\n*With no forewarning, nor signs of awakening, one of the countless divine fruits ruptured, and scattered around the area in which it had grown. Kneeling low, a naked, golden figure landed upon the branch below him, their mane of hair flowing unnaturally behind him. Seconds passed... And soon, the juices from the divine fruit would dissipate, turning to vapor that wisped off of the newborn God's body in a most ethereal manner. There was not much grace, nor drama given to the awakening of this golden god. Standing to his feet, they looked down upon their form. This bareness would not do... Not for an entity such as this. A being so kingly.*\n\n*With a mere thought, clothes began to materialize around the Olympian physique of this aurous sovereign. White cloth draped over muscle, leather sandals wove around their feet. Their forearms were clad on golden bracers, before finally, a crown flashed upon their strong brow. He needed no mirror to understand how he appeared... He could comprehend it outright. Such high level of existence... They nigh instantly understood what they were.*\n\n*Jumping into the air, the god would pause for but a moment, before rocketing down the World Tree, taking flight with the speed and appearance of a falling star. Within the god's heart burned desire and ambition. His name was known only to himself.*\n\n*But all would learn it, in due time...*"
},
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"author": "plusbeta",
"message": "S: It was silent... At least on the branch separate from the majority of others.\n\nA fruit began to shift in color, a strange growth of flesh and silk string grew over it's surface making it appear as a sort of cocoon. It bulged, movement increasing and thrashing. Sickening noises similar to raw meat hitting each other, bones cracking and snapping. Until it abruptly stopped, and the sound of ripping replaced it. \n\nThe bottom of it ripped open. And a small figure fell. Their state of body was quite unresponsive, limp with eyes closed. \n\nThe male body fell onto one of the branches with a slap. Their particularly special body allows them to survive the impact. \n\n.....He continued to lay there for some time. A few hours by world tree standards. \n\nWithin that time the branch that he was laying on seemed to gain a much darker shade, flesh and strings wrapping over it's surface. \n Finally his body twitched, and with it black eyes drifted open. They still didn't move tho, filled with the shock and process of understanding their own state of body after being brought into existence... And the fact that there even is an existence after having his heart punctured. \n\nBoth hands pushed up his body, so that he could sit up straight on his behind. His eyes roamed over the branches, the other spots where fruit was used and towards the fruit yet to fully develop. \n\nPerplexed, he squinted both eyes to look around in confusion."
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{
"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "On one of the upper branches of the magnificent tree, sat a pink bud with thick green leaves covering it, the bud slowly shook and twisted between the leaves where it stood, the shaking slowly grew more violent and loud, before it abruptly stopped and began to bloom into a beautiful flower from within a small, curled up humanoid figure emerging. The figure sat there, a vine connecting it to the flower that prevented it from falling onto another branch, the figure slowly opened it's eyes, before flailing it's arms around and moving it's head, adapting to ya know, existence. \n\nThe first thing the creature was met with was colour, to the new god it seemed almost blinding, everything was weird to her, she closed and opened her hand a few times, and then, as if it was instinct she grabbed a piece of the flower she had just emerge from and.. Ate it. Quickly after pulling it away from her mouth and spitting, it looked around a little, more, growing more accustomed to it's existence with every passing minute, before it widely smiled and grabbed onto the branch the flower hung on, slowly attempting climb it, and failing. The vine connecting her to the flower snapping as she fell face-first onto a branch below her, she sat up again and attempted to climb the tree yet again to reach her birthplace. And failing again, this loop continued on for who knows how long until she finally got back to the branch she was originally on, slowly crawling over back to the flower and reaching down to grab one of it's leaves, pulling as hard as she can to get it off the flower and into her hands, but only being met with a small segment of it, but hey! A piece of a flower is a piece of a flower. She sniffed the leaf, bit it again, played with it, tossed it, did basically everything you can imagine possible before she got bored with it, eventually tossing it besides her and sitting cross legged, simply staring at the rest of the tree in fascination, imagining all the other flowers out there."
},
{
"author": "skeletontrauma",
"message": "Seamlessly melding into the backdrop of the void, Paranoia would be sitting upon a neighboring branch. Now that Para is back in action, there are many new gods to befriend again! (Though, Para hasn't even befriended all the original gods. *Shrug*) Paranoia would be watching the newest batch of gods emerge and go about their business. Swinging their legs off the edge of the upper branches, Para thought of when it would be a good time for introductions. Paranoia could always be the first to introduce itself, but it might be good if new gods could orient themselves before Para provides another stimulus. *Hmm, but waiting is so boring.* \n\nPara would let out a sigh. Paranoia came to a compromise with itself. If a god were to make their way to them, Paranoia wouldn't hesitate to start a conversation. Otherwise, Para will leave the new gods to their own devices. Since not every god is a social being, Paranoia should respect that approaching them suddenly may be uncomfortable for them. *Nods in agreement with themself.* So the best course of action would be to stalk every single one of the new gods (and old gods. I Don't want yall to feel left out) and to do this until the god/s are ready to interact with their peers. *Paranoia, impressed with their problem-solving skills, continues surveillance of the upper branches.*\n\n\"Well, it seems like I've missed quite a bit of new gods.\" Paranoia would speak to itself, \"Thought, the rate at which new gods are created seems slow in perspective. . .\" Paranoia would pause for a moment as they would continue their idle animation. \n\n\"Ah, Seventeen new gods in roughly 174 cycles.\" Para would state the statistics to themself as if they were talking to a group of friends. Para would scratch their face as they continued quietly extrapolating more information.\n\nParanoia may have decided not to actively interact with the new gods, but Para didn't desire to be quiet as they observed the new gods. With this development, Paranoia's singular voice could be heard from the branches slightly higher up for anyone curious to explore."
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{
"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "Abrielle in the meanwhile, was climbing the tree exploring the nearby fruit and branches, poking at them, trying to lift them, examining them, everything was oh so new to her, she just *Needed* To know what everything was or else she might just explode! Did she know what an explosion even was yet? Probably not, but she felt like she going to burst into a million small pieces if she didn't discover every small nook and cranny there was to be found, their all over the place thought process was cut and reformed into a singular cohesive thought (i know it may sound crazy but trust me) upon hearing something *New* Another voice, a language! They immediately shifted their attention to the source, snapping their head towards the upper branches and slowly climbing up to try and see the source of the sound. \n\nSooner than later, they climbed high enough to see para, or well, para's head, and then their torso came into view, and then, *Gasp* Someone with arms and feet like them! Fascinating them. They slowly tip toed their way over to paranoia, opening their mouth to try and speak and— \"HELLO HELLO! WHATS YOUR NAME? WAIT, WHAT'S A NAME? CAN YOU EXPLAIN WHAT A NAME IS TO ME!!?!?\" Holy shit they spoke! Maybe the world would've been off better without them learning speech, but it is what it is! They continued their barrage of overly enthusiastic questions and greetings towards paranoia that seemingly had no end \"SO SO WHO ARE YOU?? DID YOU COME FROM A FLOWER LIKE ME? WAIT CAN I BITE YOU!? WHAT DO YOU TASTE LIKE?? WHAT\"S A BITE!? OH WELL!! HI HI!!\" It just went on and on and on without end, before they eventually exhausted themselves and took a second to breathe, if you wanna speak do it now because you probably won't get another chance to for a while"
},
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"author": "skeletontrauma",
"message": "To describe Paranoia's current look (Steal their look), they would be a seamless black singularity that would seem superimposed upon the branches. At first, Para would seem to have a featureless face, but as Abrielle approached, they'd notice that they'd have hollow divots in their front to resemble basic facial features. Paranoia would use this form as they lazily swung their legs over the branch they resided on. It was hard for Paranoia not to notice the new god making her way toward them, but Para wanted to let the events unfold naturally. As Abrielle approached, Paranoia continued to feign blissful ignorance, hoping the following interaction would be interesting.\n\n\"Hi, hi!\" Para would wave.\n\n\"Paranoia!\" Paranoia would introduce themself.\n\n\"A way to identify someone or yourself!\" Para would briefly explain.\n\n\"Paranoia, God of Nothingness and Potential!\" Paranoia would introduce themself fully.\n\n\"Nope, I came from nothing!\" Para would Clarify.\n\n\"Sure!\" Para would give a thumbs up. \n\n\"Nothing! Or maybe something?\" Para would scratch their head in thought.\n\n\"Usually begins with mouths with the necessity to eat or defend themself can bite. This can be used to portion out food to make it easier to consume or used to deter predators / catch prey. Usually, to bite, you'd need teeth or mandibles.\" Paranoia would explain. \n\n\"Hello, Hello!\" Para would wave again.\n\nCasually giving their answers to the sudden barrage of questions was really fun for Paranoia. Why didn't more gods do this? Paranoia would tirelessly keep up with Abrielle's questioning until they were out of breath. All answers would be given as soon as Abrielle's next question was asked. When hyperactive god finally paused to catch their breath, Paranoia would simply ask, \"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?\""
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "Abrielle just blankly stared at paranoia for a seconds after their questions were and answered, thinking up another few questions before their brain finally caught up to the basic information they were given at birth as they stared up to look at the sky, the silence a weird contrast to the previous barrage, but sooner than later it all began again \"OOOOOoooh!!\" She'd wave back \"I see I see! My name is.. Hmm..\" She put her hand on her chin was hard at thought for a second, before a metaphorical light bulb went off in her head \"Abrielle! Yeah! I'm Abrielle! Hi paranoia!\" They waved again before patting the tree.\n\n\"SOooOOOoo you're the first creature I've met here! Would that make us friends then!? Glad to be friends with you Paranoia, yeah!\" Abrielle would stare blankly at paranoia after that, a wide smile on her face before out of the blue- **Chomp**, she'd just grab paranoia's arm and take a nice bite, putting his arm back where it was after seeming satisfied \"Hmm, you taste funny! But it's nice!\" She smiled, fixing her posture so she sat cross legged with her hands in her lap, taking a deep breath before returning to her overly enthusiastic loud demeanour \"SOOOOO! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING SOMETHING TO CONTRIBUTE TO THIS WORLD NOW?? YES!?? WHAT SHOULD I BE DOING!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? HAVE ***YOU*** DONE ANYTHING YET OR ARE YOU NEW, LIKE ME!? YOU SEEM PRETTY NOT NEW!! YOU WERE ALREADY HERE WHEN I WAS, OR WERE YOU!? OH WELL OH WELL!\" She took another break, before returning back faster than para could probably answer, cutting him off if he was already speaking \"THIS PLACE SEEMS PRETTY BIG, YES? WHAT SHOULD I DO! WHAT IS THERE TO DO!? YOU'RE MY FRIEND SO YOU SHOULD KNOW RIGHT?? THERE'S SO MANY POSSIBILITIES!!\" Aaand she finally stopped to let paranoia answer, or possibly answer again, if he was already talking she had most definitely drowned it out with her questions."
},
{
"author": "wildestuwu",
"message": "Gaia poured her all into the next egg. Every bit of love she had and all the knowledge from her previous children she used to form the apex of creation; the pinnacle of her art. \n\nA root from her deepest base sprouted a tendril that shattered rock and plowed through soil. It broke the surface and became a vine slithering up her trunk. Left and right it winded, growing thicker and more substantial. \n\nLike a living being, it jumped from branch to branch, steadily climbing. It did not slow as it found thinner and thinner branches and instead sped up. It pulsed. Throbbed. \n\nThe sun, in all of it's glory, suspended itself in the sky midway between noon and the horizon. The other body, the moon, did the same in it's rising state. The two were equal spheres taking up the sky. Half night. Half day. A splendid contrast. \n\nWith grace, the vines tip breached the canopy of Yggdrasil and ceased to grow. But from the vine, a fruit budded. It did not hang but rather it sprouted. Flowers and leaves blossomed all around the base of it, of all different colors and shapes. \n\nThe fruit grew and grew. Larger than the other fruits. More beautiful. It's surface was smooth but then it rippled. It glimmered iridescent yet it was as matte as sandstone the next moment. And then it was an eye, golden and gazing up at the stars. \n\nAnd finally, it became a being resting on all those flowers. A being too beautiful to describe. A feline. \n\nThey stirred and yawned. Their teeth glinted in the light of the sibling orbs in the sky. \n\nBrilliant eyes opened to survey the world. They looked down on everything and found love in their heart for it. Gaia was their mother and they were Mi. \n\n\"Mi,\" They echoed, stretching upon their bed of flora. There was nothing above but sky and space. The stars shown just for them. Even time stopped to stare. \n\n\"Hello, Mi,\" The world cooed. \n\nMi rolled over, their tail flicking before curling around their legs. \n\n\"All of this is for you.\" \n\nMi only smiled. \n\n\"I love you.\"\n\nWhen they were ready, Mi sat up to enjoy their body. Fur as black and sleek as obsidian marked with stripes and rosettes which blinked golden like eyes. Muscles strong and powerful, claws long and sharp like daggers, and every bit of beauty and elegance creation had to offer. \n\nThey were devoid of sex characteristics, no leaning towards either end of the spectrum. They were feline and their supremacy was unchallenged for how could it be. \n\nBlooming before Mi, a slide of vines and flowers let them move from their bed to begin their journey down. At first, they were guided but soon Mi became curious. They lept from the slide and onto a branch, touching the trunk of their mother with their nose. They found it to be their greatest comfort. \n\nJumping yet again, Mi passed egg after egg, a deep purring emanating from their chest. Their claws held the bark fast and their tail ensured they never lost their balance."
},
{
"author": "plusbeta",
"message": "He hasn't moved. Not for hours while sitting on their branch. They haven't really moved at all after their creation. \n\nTheir five foot tall body was sitting on the mass of flesh and strings. A strangely normal looking dark skinned boy with black hair and similar colored eyes. \n\nThey forged something from the flesh the first few hours of them sitting there. A long hooded robe and a scarf covering their shoulders and neck. \n\nSo far they had been content with watching, observing, trying to understand this place and why he was there. \n\nHe saw the others become created, and leave. But so far they were less than aware of anyone else there... Well besides themselves. \n\nHis gaze shifted, a hand going under his chin as he tried to ponder this kind of behavior. Until a particularly large one started it's manifestation. \n\n....His first thought was someone was overcompensating with how big it was. \n\nThe child shaped *Creature* Continued to watch as the feline jumped from place to place."
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{
"author": "crystalryx",
"message": "🍀 Existence begins with a drop of life. A fruit hung amongst the branches outstretched to the sky, idly moving against blessed wind. The fruit bear a light pink color transcending to a white, then a golden yellow one akin to that of the first blooms of spring.\n\nUnlike most fruits, who poured, shattered, or blossomed in splendorous grandeur. This one ought to be the odd one out. The fruit glowed, once, twice, before it's small vines that made it hung pressed against the fruit's form, forcing it to open ever so slowly, pushing out a gleam of prismatic light, the petals crowning around this vibrant display.\n\nIt takes a while before the light like dew, swirls around liquid trying to find it's shape and form to take, eventually settling on a form that's dainty and feminine. Hulking from a form of that of a young child rapidly growing to fit that of a grown woman. The blossom-like fruit soon began to merge with this being of light like overgrown moss. With this, it's light dies down. And there sits a lady, long hair cascading past it's bloom, eyes shut to the world yet looking up to the heavens above before taking her very first breath of life.\n\nThe goddess opens her eyes to existence. The first few seconds were overwhelming to say the least, as she gazes upon herself and her body, silently observing. Silently watching. Everything was so new... Yet so strange.\n\nBut such is life, for Spring had finally sprung forth."
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{
"author": "wildestuwu",
"message": "\"Melancholy,\" Mi whispered, silkily meandering behind Soko upon the branch that the young boy made his perch. \"Forlorn.\" Again the great cat spoke, their tone musical and calming. \"Confused?\" \n\nMi paused and gazed down at the criss-crossing, life supporting, strong branches of Gaia. They spotted a large bird yet resisted the urge to pounce and devour. Not yet. Not here where everything was young and freshly created. \n\nMi then looked up at the sky. All the stars glittering upon the rippling cosmos, black and cobalt swirling together as rich as wine freshly sprinkled with diamond dust. Their heart was up there. Their heart was all of space and time together. \n\nThose stars, so tiny and precious like gems, were actually giant balls of superheated plasma, their own hearts so powerful that the very matter of reality was melded and bent and split. Those stars, which harbored life, did not care about that life. All of their plants basked in their glory protected by their atmospheres and magnetic fields. If those stars had their way, they'd burn right through the rocks and the gas and bring peace back to those worlds. \n\nFor the third gaze, Mi returned their eyes back to Soko. The contrast between the two was stunning. A huge slithering feline resting just above the boy slight of body. Mi reached out a paw and ran a claw through their unkempt hair, grazing the boy's neck where his spine connected to his skull. \n\nIt would send shivers all throughout Soko. One's brain stem is very imperative. The best place to break for an instantaneous immobilization. \n\n\"Is it formation of plans for conquest, in that head?\" Mi purred, teasing the young boy. \"Would you ask Gaia to submit?\""
},
{
"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "After she was done with her questions and paranoia was done with his answers again, she just sat there and blankly stared, a *Silly* Grin on her face as she slowly nodded \"What I think!? I think it's awesome! So I can do anything, anything anything? That's so cool!\" She clasped her hands together aswell, springing right up and studying the tree and various other gods, plants, and life roaming around with wonder and fascination, her eyes physically sparkling in an overly cartoon-ish manner as she moved a little from paranoia and turned away from them, taking a few steps into the air (or lack thereof) between the branches of the tree, no more falling face first into branches for her! Slowly but surely she was getting used to existence\n\nShe did a little spin in the air and took in the view of the stars and void beyond the branches, wondering what exists beyond the tree, beyond the void, and beyond what's beyond the void, but right now there are more important matters at hand, she's got a new friend to stay with a little before she heads off and leaves the comfort of the great tree. She turned to paranoia with an even wider grin than before on her face as she snapped her fingers, a straw hat similar to the one she was wearing appearing beside her before she grabbed it, and floated over to paranoia, gently just plopping the hat on their head and clapping \"A sign of our friendship!\" She exclaimed after putting the straw hat on paranoia's head, or whatever shape was there in the stead of a head"
},
{
"author": "sencomania",
"message": "Big blue fruit with a circle in the middle began to grow and grow, suddenly it opened as sweet juice escaped its pouch, a small arm showing as it began to rip apart the fruit, then a second arm showed up then a third, fourth, fifth, and even six! The pouch was fully ripped apart showing, a creature! No a goddess! Sitting on what was left of the pouch. It looked surprised like she wasn't expecting this! \n\n\"Where am I?\" \n\nIt asked as she looked around revealing endless kosmos.. She looked behind to see giant tree that she felt attachment to. \nBut it wasnt her motherland she thought as memories of her past life flashed before her eyes, this wasnt her oh so loved motherland but her heart felt the same feeling of loving of her people her culture and her country... She had the same feelings to gaia. As she placed one of her hands on gaias branches as she noticed that she didnt have just two pairs of arms but three! She didnt have the same skin she used to but dark bluish or purpleish, scared she fell back. Even though her past life memories were only about her motherland and nature she still remembered how she used to looked like. \n\nShe noticed the fruit that she was sitting on, she thought to herself was she somekind of fruit herself giggling to herself to realize that she sees some kind of land afar on the roots?! She needed to see where she was right away! As she took her three pairs of arms and started to clim and climb untill reached very top! \n\nShe saw other fruits and flowers maybe even some kind of humanoid shape but that didnt matter to her first priority was to look around plus what if the enity was hostile she didnt want to die thats for sure.\nShe looked up too see sky shine in different colors as there was countable stars? There 29 of them all together. \n\n\"Huh\"\n\nShe looked down next to see weirdly shaped lands of different lands lying on the roots."
},
{
"author": "plusbeta",
"message": "With him at the moment tracking the feline god, they were very attentive to their current position... Unnaturally so. They detected the presence behind them much more easily than they would expect. Both hands pressed against his knees and head tilted slightly forward. \n\nAs Mi was focused on the stars, the smaller entity had his attention on the ground. Especially when their personal space was invaded. \n\nThey turned their head to glance at the feline, eyes narrowed in a mix between distrust and confusion. \".....I... You... Don't...\" He pressed his hands against the ground to push his body upwards. \".....Don't tell me what I'm thinking.\""
},
{
"author": "deliriousacer",
"message": "*Just like all life, Mahlios started as a seed. Gaia's divine powers flowed into the seed and it started to grow. A snow white primrose sprouted out the ground but it's yet to be done.*\n\n*The flower kept growing and growing, soon it was nearly big as a house. The primrose petals peeled away from each other, exposing the young god. The bud slowly settled on the ground, the primrose acting as a bed*\n\n*Hunter slowly opened his eyes and looked around startled. He didn't recognise anything besides the flower and his own body. A thought lingered in his head* ***\"You are Mahlios, a god of nature and the stars above. This is your new home\"*** *Hunter sat there, still. He couldn't comprehend this information yet he knew it to be true. After what felt like days, he decided it was time to get up*\n\n*Hunter looked at the huge tree, staring in awe. He carefully made his long trek to the giant body, feeling a soft familiarity towards it.*\n\n``Once-off response``"
},
{
"author": "skeletontrauma",
"message": "It's so easy to find joy in the little things. The small conversations shared with a stranger can become a talk with a friend. Something as small as a conversation can forge a bond between two gods, and only time will test how strong a bond was forged between this short trade of words. \n\nParanoia would look up to the dark sky above. The void is now filled with new light as more and more gods are brought into the world. There was no point in thinking about why the gods were brought here. What really matters is how they shape this world. Philosophies over whys and hows this soon into their creation can't be healthy. *Sigh.*\n\nIdly watching Abrielle as they floated around in space, Paranoia continued to daydream. For if Para didn't, who would? It's not like they wanted to get philosophical, but if no one questioned the unquestioned, how would anyone know if it's the truth or a well-fabricated lie? The world surrounding them supports the current reality that they are gods, with the gods creating whatever, whenever, and however, they want. Also, being born with the knowledge to do such feats are befitting of the gods. \n\nParanoia would be lost in thought as Abrielle went about exploring. With the last line of questioning still fresh in Para's mind, they doubted themself if the answers they gave were acceptable conclusions. With so many possible ways to approach this newfound theory, where would Paranoia begin? Para could always ask their friends for their opinions and help figure it out. Paranoia could-\n\nA hat would be placed over Paranoia's head and return them to the present moment. Paranoia would fix the hand on their head as they once again looked towards Abrielle. Whatever thoughts Para had left the station, Paranoia gave a smile from ear to ear as they listened to what Abrielle had to say. \n\n\"Ay, thanks for the gift!\" Paranoia would thank Abrielle as they began to stand up. Paranoia would then give Abrielle a hug. When people touch the embodiment of nothing, they usually feel just that. Nothing. But the hug is friendly. It's a short hug that's warm and filled with joy. Simple and short.\n\n\"I'd like to give you something too.\" Paranoia ends the embrace and produces a small black blob with a tiny sun hat, \"If you ever wanna talk, just talk to this little fella, and I'll be able to hear ya.\" Paranoia would clarify as they placed the lil'blob in Abrielle's hand. \n\nThe blob was simple. As stated before, it had a sun hat that mimicked the one given by Abrielle to Paranoia. It also had two eyes, cartoonish in nature, and a simplistic mouth. It wobbles and emotes happily if touched. Though this may seem like a creation made in the likeness of Para, it's just a little extension of the consciousness that Paranoia gives to friends. Kinda like giving them a phone number. Actually, it's just giving them a phone."
},
{
"author": "ultraluminary",
"message": "As all do, Eliia starts as seed from the world tree. At first, it blossoms into a small flower, before growing into a pomegranate large enough to carry the god among its own seeds. The branch the pomegranate grows on begins to bend with it's weight. As it grows and grows, the pomegranate gets too heavy and falls to the branch below it, cracking the fruit. \n\nAs it cracks open, the god emerges, fully grown, ready to take upon itself it's domain. Climbing out of the fruit, Elias takes in every detail their eyes can, including their own from. It's nice, they decide. As it looks at everything around it, it hears the voice of its mother in its head. \n\n*\"You are Ellia, the wild one. You are the god of the wild and untamed. Gnarled trees and feral creatures are your domain. The wild things call upon you, and everything that holds freedom in their heart bows to you. Make your home in the wild and unknowable.\" *\n\nThe god listens on, venturing to the lower branches to see everything the world has to offer."
},
{
"author": "The Unending",
"message": "*Nothingness. Endless and Eternal.* \n\nA dreamless sleep, stretching an imperceivable length of time. From the distant past, the last point it had ever *Witnessed,* Into an unknowable future, entirely subject to the whims of its creator. Gaia. Until she deigned to create again. The first stirrings crept along its consciousness. *Creation.* Divinity crawling over its being like static. Next came the *Sprawl.* Inescapable din saturating through all existence. An unavoidable white noise. Yet white noise could be easily slept through.\n\nIt wasn't until it had consciousness forced upon it that it woke up. First, the proverbial ripping off of the blanket, as the first demiplane dredged up its very *Being* From where it had long since been buried. Then, *The Dream.* A splash of cold water pulling it back into coherence. Ground and tree and *Sky.* Visible sights. Tangible things. Another world. Its consciousness *Bristled.*\n\n*Another prison.*\n\nYet another in a long line of monuments that needed to be torn down. *Defaced.* Long dormant emotions rushed to the surface. *Rage. Loathing. Disgust.* If Gaia still refused to release it then so be it. It would sink its wretched fangs into all of her children, rend the land into dust, and devour every last *Shred* Of divinity until she was forced to give up and go to the drawing board again. *And again. **And again.*** Until all of existence was rotted to ash, and finally, *Finally* It was given the freedom it deserved.\n\n*Time to wake up, then.*\n\nThe Dream faded around it, its consciousness pulled back up to the surface. It had lived to see another eternity, and now everyone else would suffer for it.\n\nHigh in the canopy of the world tree, a flower grew. Budding, into blooming, into fruiting. The fruit swelled, and ripened, getting ready to burst and deliver a new god unto the world. And then, *It soured.* Husk wrinkled, flesh spoiled. It caved in on itself, decaying more and more and more until...\n\nIt crumbled into ash, revealing nothing. No god. No corpse. Just a fine dust, blowing away on a rancid breeze, and vanishing into nothing."
},
{
"author": "wildestuwu",
"message": "With an echoing chuckle, Mi narrowed their eyes back at Soko, mirroring him while mirth glittered their golden, glowing irises. \"You only have one chance so I would plan wisely. But you may have many chances.\" \n\nMi lept up to a branch above Soko, stretching while digging their claws into the bark. \"She made you in this way.\" \n\nThey then sauntered quite a distance away only to stop with their back turned to Soko. Flicking back and forth like a cobra dancing to the melody of a charmer, their tail kept time over the next several seconds. \n\n\"Should you ask for assistance, I shall answer.\" They looked back, golden eyes twinkling unknowably. \n\nThen they pounced upon the bird several meters down and bound away into the dense foliage. Had they ever even been here?"
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{
"author": "puppet_s9524",
"message": "*\"...Hun...\"*\n\n*A flicker of thought. What was this? Thoughts... Experiences, sensations. A blank, empty cage, full of darkness. A shell. And he was coated in some strange liquid or goo. The smell of a tree, reeking of life and fruit, pierced into his cage. It was blinding, indescribable. After all, how are you meant to comprehend the sheer size of existence for the very first time, as aware and mature as an adult? Nay, beyond even an adult; a god. The experience was agonizing, it was painful. It was __misery.__ It, or he, wanted it gone. Forever, out of view. He could not bear to tolerate it.*\n\n*\"...Hunger...\"*\n\n*The feeling of flight; he was not meant to fly like this. He could tell, innately, he was not meant to fly as he was flying now. There was a word for it, but he could not think of it, or describe it... Falling. He was falling. Cosmic winds beat at him, the velocity at which would have been capable of destroying kingdoms in their entirety. He felt his body curl in on itself instinctively, to protect itself from even more pain. He braced for the impact, that felt as though it would take forever. Then, it finally happened*\n\n**CRACK!!**\n\n*He tumbled about in his confinement, twisting and turning violently as much as he could in this space. Light poured into his eyes; he screeched, a forked tongue tasting the goo within his—his egg. He could finally SEE. He saw the edges of his cage, his container. He was in an __egg.__ And the goo he was in was a part of it. Only... It was not like other goo you'd find in other eggs. It was putrid and black, and flowed like tar from the opening. With the goo went his feelings of comfort; he wanted to go outside, to the beyond. His egg felt more and more like a living hell with every passing moment. His body, long and limbless, slithered through the opening. He bashed his head against the egg violently when he encountered resistance and a tighter exit then he desired. It did not take long before he was finally free. The newborn God's eyes were forced to adjust for several moments, before it could finally see. It was on a strange branch, surrounded by several other \"Eggs\". They were a variety of things; books, fruits, eggs like him, all kinds of things that hinted at creation. Most gods in this newborn's position would have been in awe, to witness this cosmic beauty. But this snake was not in awe. It was disgusted by what it saw. The goo it was in, the darkness and abyss it created, was a far more comforting experience. Out of instinct, it felt it's eyes drift to another egg. It stared, hungrily.*\n\n*\"Spread...\"* *It didn't even know what it was doing, not yet, as it felt itself slither towards the godly egg. It flicked its tongue out as it approached, licking the side of the egg. A black patch appeared on the egg. Rot, necrosis, of some cosmic variety. The snake could feel distress within the egg; this brought a strange sense of pleasure to the snake. It licked the egg again. And again. And again. With every lick, the egg grew more and more rotten. It was lost in itself, seeking only to continue to make this place, this new world, more pleasing. Then it heard voices; it had never heard them before, but it knew they were creatures like it. Gods. Fear struck the snake's mind; it would be caught. The snake, as fast as it could, slithered down the branches, out of sight. It didn't stop moving; it kept going and going to who knew where. It had to get away from this place, this horrible, nasty place that it didn't belong in. It felt a draw; something calling to it from beyond. A place where this tree had no say. A place that felt like something special to him... It felt like home.*"
},
{
"author": "sencomania",
"message": "Runas was standing on one of the branches thinking to herself, not knowing where she was, she was thinking of all things she did before she became whatever she is now.\nShe said down and looked up in the sky to see an empty void and just a few stars.\n\"*Such a peaceful time to live in*\" She noticed that time didn't move so she took the time to rest from her previous life"
},
{
"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "Abrielle returned back to the branches — her birthplace, whether it was out of curiosity to take them in more clearly, for more inspiration, a sense of 'nostalgia', or just because. Only Gaia knew. \n\nShe floated around between the branches, trying to spot the flower she bloomed out of— it should be easy to spot, it was bright pink with green leaves surrounding it, a small piece of it having been bitten off. And indeed she did, stumbling across it again she sat down beside the flower, taking in its appearance at full, before out of her hands a replica sprung out, a little duller and much, much smaller, small enough that it could fit on her hat, but it was fine! She attached the replica to her sun hat. Before moving away from the flower, the sentimental moment over now, back to her usual shenanigans! She stared at the branches surrounding her, and to her relief, she found someone again! More friends for her to make! \n\nThough this was probably to Runas dismay, as one second it was peaceful, and the other a loud voice was ringing in her ears; \"HELLO THERE, HELLO THERE!\" Abrielle would exclaim, suddenly right behind Runas, as she leaned over to be beside Runas \"WHAT'S YOUR NAME? I'M ABRIELLE!\" She shouted right into Runas's ear"
},
{
"author": "sencomania",
"message": "Runas looked at the young girl Loadly speak her words, her eyes widen it was the first time she met anyone here, so she was quite pleased seeing someone even a young child, it reminded her of her childhood.\n\"Hello, there Abrielle!\" She said as she caught the young girl's name.\n\"My name is...\" At that moment she realized that she forgot her name it just became a blur in her mind until she heard a small voice in her mind say\n\"Runas\" \n\"..My name.. Right it's runas!\" She said happily, knowing she would bother herself with answering her questions later.\n\n\"Where are we Abrielle?\" She also asked curiously"
},
{
"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "\"NICE TO MEET YOU, RUNAS!!\" Abrielle smiled at the fellow god, fixing her posture up a little and sitting cross-legged in the air in front of Runas, slightly smiling, swinging from side to side as if she had an excess amount of energy that would make her implode if she sat without doing anything \n\n\"Where are we? Welll, I'm not too sure of myself! But we're gods. We can do anything! Or at least that's what my friend Paranoia told me!\" Her smile seemed to grow upon mentioning her friend as she paused for a little \"I really don't care about the where's and why's, and I don't think you should be either! Just enjoy every second as it passes by!\" She gave Runas a thumbs-up, before clapping her arms"
},
{
"author": "sencomania",
"message": "\"Gods? You must be joking! I need to get back to my country soon!\" \n\nShe laughs nervously, as anxiety sleeps into her mind... \n\n*What if i am never going to get back?! What if she isn't joking!*\" \n\nShe looks not so happy, as one of her hands is cracking another's fingers another one is itching her neck and others are clinging to the wood."
},
{
"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "Abrielle's smile turned into more of a confused stare \"A country? What's that?\" She attempted to turn her head to the side, but instead turned her entire body side-ways \n\n\"I'm not joking, I can even show you!\" She crosses her arms, still sitting sideways mid-air as if it isn't affecting her \"What's so bad about being a god? It's been fun so far! I've met friends and done other things! I'm sure you'll like it too.\" She didn't seem to grasp Runas emotions fully, not understanding nor sensing anxiety as if her very being repelled said emotions"
},
{
"author": "sencomania",
"message": "\"WHAT ARE YOU DOING\" She backs up as she has no idea how she's doing that, her 'eyes' are completely wide as she is looking as if she has seen a ghost.\n\"No no no no,\" She says as she looks petrified \n\"My homeland i need to get back to my sweet motherland what will happen to it? What if it stops existing?!\" She holds her 2 hands to where her mouth is supposed to be"
},
{
"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "Her confusion seemed to grow as Runas panicked, she adjusted herself and kinda just floated in the air \"Hey wait, I know what to do! My friend showed me this, lemme just—\" And with that, Abrielle disappeared, and all of a sudden again appeared right in front of you, hands wide open before she wrapped her arms around you, giving you a hug.. That probably felt more like being restrained. \n\nBut nonetheless, a hug is a hug, and physical touch with the incarnation of summer and life would most likely make some of the worries dissipate and ease Runas anxiety, sooner than later Abrielle pulled away from the surprise hug, a wide smile plastered on her face as clapped her hands together again \"Calm a little!\""
},
{
"author": "sencomania",
"message": "Runas freezes for a second after feeling the warmth of a hug it just gave her more nostalgia but she quickly snapped out of it knowing that she now has a different duty she's now a goddess. She quickly warped around 3 of her arm at the child who was hugging her. She felt calm and happy for a second all of her worries are gone. \nAs the hug ends she says:\n\" Thank you i really needed that\". She goes quiet for a second and again asks\n\"What are these islands and what is our role as gods?\" She looks at abrielle like a curious child, leaning forward towards Abrielle"
},
{
"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "Abrielle ponders upon the question for a second, turning to sit upside down in the air \"These islands are... Well I don't know! But there is where my creations are! So I guess they're creations of other gods?\" She tilted her head pointed towards her realm, or well, she pointed in the general direction of the east\n\n\"And our role is.. Whatever you want it to be! You can do whatever, it's not like there are any limitations! You can do everything, you can do some things, or you can do nothing, it's up to you! For example, I created, but you could just— float around I guess!\""
},
{
"author": "sencomania",
"message": "\"Wow I am... Amazed\" She says as if her mind just say something unexplainable.. Suddenly she stands up on the branch and Asks determined \n\"How. To. Float\" \nShe clenches her fists as if she's instead going through painful vaccination instead."
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{
"author": "bella.3142",
"message": "Among the leaves of Gaia and the branches, a fruit the size of a burlap sack sat. Slowly, it cracked open as if a flood of coins was falling down before Dusty emerged. Holding onto a branch nearby for support, he looked around observantly and suspiciously. A new place. A new dime to be made."
},
{
"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "\"How to float? Hmm.\" Abrielle looked up at the sky, scratching her head \"Im not really sure! It kinda just came naturally to me!\" She sat cross legged up in the air \n\n\"Just— let it happen? Imagine yourself being weightless!\""
},
{
"author": "norrian",
"message": "*A fruit nestled high upon a bough of Yggrdrasil, swelling and bloating as the fruit shook and shook. Before long was there a simple \"Pop\" And the contents of the fruit spilled outward. From its delectable core did fall a large Crocodillian lizard... With a heavy slam did it land upon the nearest branch of that crest.\n\nThe Beasts eyes shot open and it heaved a heavy breath of air for the first time. Those slitted eyes scanned abound this new location it found itself within. Colors of all marvel invaded its mind and soon all went black once more. \n\nMoments later would that creature awake again, it's form had changed to become more humanoid and its mind was filled consciousness and knowledge. But more than anything was it filled with a burning desire in which it did not understand. So much was happening, there was too much to take in, yet something urged that beast to take its first steps. And with those few first steps would it fall.\n\nIt fell and fell until being caught upon a branch that would onward into the Eastern Realms. With grunts and groans would it pull to its feet once more, shaking off the sudden pain to continue on its march. Flashes of color and the world's all abound upon this wondrous bark fascinated the creature, but never was it to be distracted.\n\nSoon would it come upon the edge of the bough, nothingness ahead... Nothingness to be filled. Following those same urges that led him here, his scaly hands arose and swiped through the air like a conductor instructing his choir. With each stroke did color begin to amass, the branch extended and soon would land begin to form and encompass all around him.\n\nWater and wind followed and soon did trees begin to sprout as life burst forth from this world... From his creation. After what a mortal could atest to as several days, the work would be complete. The Wetlands had been formed and this beasts home was ready to be inhabited. And so did it heave a sigh of relief and follow with its first words.*\n\n\"We live.\""
},
{
"author": "sencomania",
"message": "Runas closes her eyes and thinks of her being weightless her and able to fly. Then she slowly goes up and starts spinning in a same position that she was in \n\"I don't think it's working\" She said"
},
{
"author": "apersonvibin",
"message": "*Among Gaias lofty upper branches, cradled by two boughs meeting, a impossibly intricate fruit rested, like a delicate flower it slowly split apart, revealing a curled up humanoid figure, whose hair seemed to be glowing like a lamp and illuminated her, starting to stir, she weakly looked around, saved from falling by the grace of luck, grasping at the boughs that had gave her support she made a attempt to stand up, failing, nearly falling off the branches in the process, and with a gasp gripped a smaller branch for support, her recently opened eyes gazed out and saw stuff she could not ascribe names to yet, a great plant with many boughs, of which she herself had sprouted from- names and words flooded her mind as he hugged the branch for dear life, giving meaning to everything she saw around her, tooo much to take in, too much at once, panting ragged breaths, her fingers dug into the bank, as her frame sunk and she took time focusing on what was around her*"
},
{
"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "Abrielle just stares and smiles blankly, clapping after Runas begins floating \"Open your eyes, it i—\" Her speaking was cut off by the blob on her shoulder speaking, as she all of a sudden went completely silent and intently listened to it\n\n```\" Hey, got your message. You should call 'em Abrights or Abrites. That choice is up to you. Congratulations on your first creations!\"```\n\nHer smile grew even further after the blob was done, as she grabbed it and held it up to her face, loudly speaking into it \"OKOK!! I THINK I'LL GO WITH ABRIGHTS!!! THANKS ALOT PARANOIA!\" And with that, she pats the lil blob and put it back down on her shoulder, looking back at Runas \"As I was saying! Open your eyes, you **Are** Floating!\""
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{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones had seen an incredibly large amount of stars appearing in the sky as of late. While he of course couldn't go and meet all of his fellow gods, there was no reason why he couldn't occasionally go and see the newcomers. A fragment of him ascended into the world tree, waiting and watching to see if any new gods were being born. Suddenly, he was alerted by some startled breaths not too far away. He walked over and saw a new god, clearly one that hadn't taken their birth terribly well. Slowly and somewhat loudly, Mr Bones clacked his way over to his new sibling.\n\"Hello there. Are you new here? I'm Mr Bones, the god of the dead, undead and dying. Who are you?\""
},
{
"author": "apersonvibin",
"message": "*\"Hi, my names is Minerva\"* *She weakly looked around, her hair only glowing dimbly* *\"I just came out from whatever that is, am i dead? Is that why i cant remember anything?\"* *Saying this while pointing at the embroided fruit that had spewed her out into the world, although she did not recognise anything from her surroundings, nor the god that stood before her, she could at least recognise he was a skeleton, a humanoid one at that, and she had not fully made up her mind wether that was smth comforting or something concerning, despite that however she did feel immeasurably glad that she was talking to Smth at least.*\n\n*\"So your called Mr Bones, that's probably the best name for a skeleton such as yourself that I can think off\" She smiled somewhat sheepishly*"
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones shook his head. She was definitely brand new, if he had been a little quicker he would've likely been able to see this god's birth. She seemed to be a little bit less automatically attuned to this realm than other gods. But that wasn't terribly unreasonable, there would always be a few gods that simply couldn't fathom their new surroundings and role. \n\n\"No you're not dead. You are here on Gaia, the world tree. You are a god now. Or you always have been, or you were just born. Point is that you're a god, not dead. If you can't remember anything it may be because this is the first time you have existed. I know it doesn't make much sense but you will get used to it. Try to look within yourself. See if there is a name or maybe a *Thing* That you feel closely tied to.\""
},
{
"author": "apersonvibin",
"message": "\"A god.. Huh\", *She looked herself up and down, and then at the fruit of which she had emerged... Taking the scene of her birth, and Gaia in, registering what she had been told.*\n\n*Wether she believed it or no, it was much better than presuming she had died, and so she looked into herself or tried as much to her understanding as possible, to see if their was anything that she could connect to- to begin with her mind pulled out blank empty thoughts, she tried again, and again, thinking through every concept and thing she knew around her that she was aware off, she knew she was missing something, that was important but couldn't recognise what it was, that was until it hit her... It couldn't be that.. Surely not that simple*\n\n\"It seems a stretch but I think I'm connected to something like Thought or thinking, or at least something similar in nature to it\""
},
{
"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "\"It's definitely possible, doesn't seem like the most outlandish domain that I've heard of. I don't suppose that you remember your name? Or you have one that you would prefer?\"\n\nIt was very interesting to see this new god slowly piece together everything about them. It was weird though, from what Mr Bones remembered the first group of gods were far more ready to go from the beginning. Perhaps as time went on, the necessity of having gods fully understanding the world was lessening? Maybe this one was just a unique case. Maybe all she needed was a push in the right direction.\n\n\"I know you've only been alive for a little bit now but have you tried to create anything yet? That seems to be our primary purpose here- to make life.\""
},
{
"author": "apersonvibin",
"message": "*She tried to think of a name she might have had some connection too, much in the same way she had tried to work out her own domain, but came up with nothing but a empty void of thoughts, it seems she would have to choose a name of her own herself.*\n\n\"Could I be called Minerva, if that's alright with you, not as amazing as a name like mister bones but it will have to do for now, and who knows it might even stick\" *She would say while smiling deeply*\n\n*Creating smth, that was a thought that intrigued her as soon as he had mentioned it, come to think of it, it was stupid to not have jumped to that assumption, the only trouble was she was confused as to how*\n\n\"I haven't tried to create something yet sorry, is there a certain methodology or way behind creating stuff?, does it go along the same process of when you asked me to find my domain? I'm truly sorry if I'm overcomplicating or overthinking something that should come naturally to me.\""
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"author": "sencomania",
"message": "Runas opens her eyes to see that she's in fact floating not in comical manner she adapts to situation quickly.\n\"Oh um wow I am floating\"\nShe says as she's in pure disbelief.\nThen she remembers that abrielle mentioned talking to someone.\n\"Where you talking to someone since I don't see anyone here right now..?\" She asks confused"
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "Mr Bones chuckled. Minerva seemed to be the first god to point out how great his name was. How thoughtful of them.\n\"Thank you. But I'm afraid I didn't come up with the name Mr Bones. Minverva seems correct though. It suits you. At the very least it isn't a bad match I suppose. As for creating... That seems like it would be much more of a personal journey. At least to create your first thing. I can't quite describe it fully. You need to be wanting to create something. For instance, I was able to use some of my bones to create a land and skeletons to live on it. I don't need to take myself apart anymore in order to expand their numbers, but it still *Feels* Like I'm losing something. The feeling is unpleasant, but necessary. Theoretically speaking, if you were to manipulate the very matter of reality how do you think you'd go about it?\""
},
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"author": "cuttlefishck",
"message": "A variably delicate fruit slowly split down the sides, revealing a shadow and darkness. The great shadow poking out from the yellow pulp, which oozed a thick , sweet liquid. The Shadow moved slowly and gently, carefully observing the great tree on which it rest, before it seemed like it sat down, and a woman suddenly appeared where the shadow should be ...\n\nHer hair was a dark flowing silver and her wings on her face drooped down , sporting a citrus orange band of eyes that seemed tired ... Fatigued. Her shoulders slumped as she leaned forward , starring into the distance, across branches and empty sky and void. She was confused .... Almost terrified , but her face did not read that, her mouth arching in the melody of defeat... She was shocked , but tired and worn out ... And could do nothing but sit , lest she cry or slip into her fears."
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"author": "apersonvibin",
"message": "*Minerva, thought deeply about the subject she had been presented with, she had assumed, much to her own mistake that their was only one definitive way to create matter, tho the esteemed Mr Bones had corrected her quickly on the subject, she couldnt imagine trying to force it like it was some animal, and a all manner of ways she thought of seemed unpleasant or just didnt sit right with her, until she came up with it- it just sat right with her.*\n\n\"I would try to coax it, gently pushing it along the path i wish, i just cant imagine trying to forcefully bend it like its some metal or wrestling with it like some animal\"\n\n*Gazing out from the branches she would look at the numerous realms that dotted the roots as far as the eye could see*\n\n\"So you mentioned you created a land of bones and skeletons, are the other realms, made by the other gods? And would it be oka if i travelled a bit before settling down to forge my own creation?\""
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "\"Yes, yes would probably work I'd say.\"\nMr Bones took a step away to look around. He couldn't quite see his land, leaning around the branches as best he could to try and see his own land. Unfortunately is seemed like they were on the eastern side of the tree.\n\n\"In my opinion that's reasonable. You wouldn't really want to start creating things without finding a nice place. I believe I was the first, or certainly among the first, to make a land so I didn't have much of a choice. You will though. Would you like to see my land?\""
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"author": "lat.9",
"message": "*A Fruit begins shaking and turns into a purple and dark indigo tint. Soon it tears and starts dripping a purple liquid, falling onto branches before eventually a humanoid with a teapot melded onto their head fell on a branch. They look around in curiosity before some of their goop formed into a coat like clothing to at least have themself contained*\n\nOh... Minelar... Douz trinkux dooplos...\n*(Oh... My head... It feels so weak..)*\nSeerna doon failar sinka..\n*(I dont want to wake up..)*\n\n*They start sliding down the tree. Carefully avoiding anything they could accidentally kill with a drop of their own fluid body*\n\n*VL eventually gets to the point of boredom climbing down the tree. And decide to put their full body into their teapot. Eventually making the teapot form into a ball of purple goop before disappearing themself. Leaving a cloud of steam behind*"
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{
"author": "captain3s_wife",
"message": "*A new fruit grows in almost an instant, a titanium egg shaped object coated in bright magenta hued crystals forming spiky patterns...\nIt's probably best to let it develop for now*"
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"author": "abirdwhostotallynotzelokorhooman",
"message": "*There is a, oh god what the fuck what the hell is that? Egg, it's pulsating, red, has bones jutting out of it with sinew connecting it with blood vessels and muscles, eventually, it doesn't hatch, instead it just falls, with a soft splat onto the branch below it, for a while it sits there, just sitting, just staying there until it starts up, the gears in it's mind whirling as it concludes that falling down further is the best idea and sortof inches over to the edge and falls down further, going into the lower branches of the tree*"
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "There up in the high branches, where he'd been daydreaming the time away, the hunter god peered down to gaze upon this sister, born of Gaia through fire and flame. Ainbheartach dropped down to see this spectacle taking place. He thought of it not unlike the birth of a celestial body, with light and heat and energy in a dance together. For a long moment he watched as Hashut adjusted to this world. Having been alone at his birth, with none other than Gaia Herself, he would feel a bit guilty to leave the goddess on her own to figure things out.\n\n\"Fáilte. Welcome to this world, sister,\" Ainbhe's sing-song voice was smooth and cultured, and a bit ambiguous is nature. He called out to the newborn goddess, softly as not to startle her. \"How are you feeling, deirfiúr bheag?\" To show he posed no threat - this he knew how to do, as a hunter - he kept his hands open and visible, and did not stand at a higher point than the goddess. Holding his gaze, his eyes reflected no coldness nor extra firey unrest."
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"author": "soooni",
"message": "Hashut's eyes and mind were still focusing on her surroundings. Being ripped out of a mortal life and deposited right into a divine one would give even the most stalwart of creatures mental whiplash. Holding up her hand Hashut gave a nonverbal signal to the approaching god to quite literally give her a minute as her other hand raked through fiery hair. Curious, she pulled a bit of the substance off, letting it glob onto her hand and slowly dry into obsidian. With a wave of her hand, the volcanic glass shattered into particles, dispersing into a wind neither of them could feel. Finally, her eyes settled on Ainbheartach. Focusing on his voice, Hashut found it pleasant. Instinctually, Hashut recognized him as a 'brother' as well, or at least felt a connection of origin that all fruits from the World Tree shared. \n\nOpening her mouth, she seemed to attempt to speak and yet no words came out. Attempting a second time, Ainbheartach would hear a deep feminine baritone escape from the magma-haired woman as the first words of her since-unused voice escaped her lips. \"I am feeling...\" What, exactly? Hashut considered the question as she stepped towards the edge of the great limb the two of them were standing on and looked over the cosmos below. Her eyes focused on nowhere in particular as she slowly processed what this was. \"I am not sure. If I had to pin an answer to it... Confused? Disoriented? But also... Curious.\" Her voice trailed off and rose back up like an ocean's current. The fire draping off her form twisting and bending without any particular pattern in tempo with the syllables of her words. It was as if she spoke with her whole body, rather than just her voice. \n__\n__\n\n\"Where am I, *Brother*? I... I know what this place is. At least, I think so. Yet I am still processing my former death. Would it be *My* Death? Perhaps another version of me...\" Once more her voice trailed away in a rhetorical query. Glowing eyes would fixate upon Ainbheartach. \"Who are you? What are...'We?' I have many questions, and yet find little answers in my immediate surroundings.\""
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "Ainbhe took a moment to think over her words, turning them around in his mind to analyze and give her back the best answer. Unfortunately he's not a god of knowledge though, so as hard as he tried, his response wouldn't be incredibly intellectual.\n\n\"You are in the arms of Gaia, mo deirfiúr daor,\" As that stupid grin of his spread long and thin across his mortal mirroring face, the hunter took a step towards his little sister; the thought of which, that is, having a little sister, made him feel matured, though in truth he knew she was surely more mature than himself. \"Our memories are real so long as we let them be, but we often what's real go unremembered.\" Talking in riddles wasn't going to be very helpful for the confused, disoriented, and curious Hashut.\n\n\"I am Aimhirghin, but appointed to be Ainbheartach. You may call me as you please,\" With this introduction he nodded his head to her and offered her his hand. \"Sister dear, we are gods. Gifted divinity by Her will. What shall I call you?\""
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"author": "supreme_eternal",
"message": "*The birth of a new life was nigh to emerge from this specific fruit attached to the great tree, out of the countless thats on each and every branch this fruit seemed different from the others, its colour was different, and it's essence was rare amongst all the others, even those that could be described as unique, a fruit like this can only be described as an irregular amongst it's pairs, what was even more out of the ordinary was the being that emerged from within... A being that posed a threat to the other fruits and branches, perhaps even the tree itself, for such a thing to be called upon into this new world, did it meant the end of it was it a mistake? No, this entity is not one who is bounded by such fate, a fate that meant the destruction of all things, for that being would bring about an end to that fate itself. For the eternity it had spent in its past life, this life it was certain to live, in whatever way it pleases, and those who try to oppose it will meet The End.*"
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"author": "soooni",
"message": "\"I see, so the world here must not be that old in the grand scheme of things. I was planning on having a look around myself to see what others have done. I feel an instinct to create, but I am consciously holding back. My curiosity of others exceeds my instincts at the current time. Ah–But I was planning on exploring on my own. Perhaps even carve out a realm for myself in the meantime.\" Hashut pulled her hand away as soon as it was grabbed, offering Ainbheartach an apologetic smile as she did so. Physical contact was... Not something she was really desiring, even from her apparent 'brother.' But, she would walk next to the wild god regardless. Should the man look down at his hand he would find it covered in soot from coming in contact with Hashut's hand. \n\nFrom a quick glance, both her hands and feet looked scorch to black from an apparent flame. Similar to her hands, Hashut's feet left small black footprints in her wake, stamped upon the branch of the World Tree. \"Please, lead on, brother. I am wondering what exactly you have to show me to be so excited as you are. I can only hope to match your enthusiasm.\" Hashut would offer a small giggle at Ainbheartach's chipper voice. Even despite being a literal walking flame, Hashut still did not possess the ability to match the wild god's passion. Being a deity of the forge, she was much more serious even if her own senses buzzed with excitement at the idea of seeing a new world straight from the onset of her birth. \n\n||"
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*There in the midst of Yggdrasil's branches, there stirred something most foul confined within some reclusive though otherwise unassuming alcove. Here had grown once vibrant fruit whose sheen shined among the branches like gold in grass, an apple as sweet as sin, yet in seclusion it had warped and fluxed. The red sheen had bled as new colours surfaced, subsuming what were an idyllic visage, picturesque of a tacky little painting on someone's wall. A veritable rainbow of colour had blossomed whilst the apple's shape too was warped by some unseeable force, push and pull, press and release, to and froe. That fruit once sweet as sin had taken new form, shedding skin to become wholly unrecognizable, writhing and wailing like some manic beast that had infiltrated the cradle of gods.*\n\n*Until it inexplicably stopped one idle evening, though still it stirred in spite of how it itself no longer warped nor wailed. As though something from within tossed and turned, pressing against the shell in which they were confined within, yet not once having it bend. But alas while time marched on the fruit's colours gradually faded, the once vibrant glow which it radiated snuffed by some black haze. Its plump though horrifically disfigured shape withering, shriveling up into some narrow tube, not too dissimilar of a cocoon of a kind. Such change however was slow yet continuous, a far cry from the manic and sporadic warping that had wracked a once pristine apple. Once it too were finished though, not a trace of such an apple remained, in its stead was the shriveled husk of that which was once so full of life.*\n\n*But still it stirred, a light shake and muffled noises that promised life where at a glance it was thought forsaken.*\n\n*....Then...*\n\n***Tch!***\n\n*A fist suddenly shot through the frui-.. Cocoon? Thing? Before promptly retreating back into its shell, opening a window within for the first time, and to they who peer within shall notice that something stares right back.* \"BONK!\" *It cried, as the entire frui-.. Cocoon.. Thing proceeded to shake dramatically, for either that creature is particularly excited or the thing housing it is shivering in fear for what it brought into this world.*"
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"author": "_.0._",
"message": "Nestled high in the upper branches, a perfectly spherical fruit, almost pure white in color and tinted with only the slightest hint of gold, began to quiver as the deity inside sought to make her way out. The quivering, however, ended up lasting but a mere few seconds, as the fruit soon split cleanly down the middle, dropping a young blonde goddess onto the branch directly below. Her bright blue eyes bore a puzzled look, and her face shone with bewilderment caused by her sudden awakening in a new, strange world, and perhaps also by the sudden fall caused by her hasty exit. Not content to remain lying on the branch, she pushed herself up and sat back on her heels.\n\nShe found the scene before her to be so vivid, almost like a dream, except somehow even more so. Though unfamiliar, she couldn't help but feel as if she was where she belonged."
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"author": "sageheist",
"message": "In the quiet eternal darkness surrounding the naturally lit World Tree, all was quiet, no wind, nothing resembling a world. Just a tree in the endless void. Miracles happened here fairly consistently, and at the moment, this was nothing new. Within the branches a single twig begun to twist and bulge, as if it is being filled with nutrients faster than it can expel them. Along the uppermost edge of the twig, a singular bulb begun to form, giving off a cool white light. With each second that passed the light pulsed dimly as the bulb grew. Being fed with a new miraculous life within, the light slowly shifted from white to gold, growing in intensity as its size begun to resemble that of an adolescent, and then it rested for a few moments more. \n\nShortly after, the pulses began to grow in intensity, with it growing even larger with each one, alternating between a growing intense golden hue, to an ever dimmer in comparison white. As the bulb reached the side of an adult, the pulsing slowed with the light seemingly dimming except when looking at its sides.\nIn the heart of the bulb something begun to stir, causing the petals exterior to darken all the way to as dark as the perpetual night surrounding the tree. Once the color and light drained, cracks seemed to form around the large bulb, and as they slipped from one another, the bulb seemed to unravel allowing light to billow out coating the branches immediately below it.\n\nOne by one, a petal would peel away, revealing a starry night within, an eternal darkness with distant lights having their centers blotted out by spherical shadows. Within the center was a woman tangled, tied up by the pistils of a flower that granted her new life, yet slumbering soundly. Slowly, she'd awaken, pink framed eyes begrudgingly prying themselves open to reveal a pair of blackened whites, and dazzling golden cores. The eyes begun to dart around as she started to squirm and struggle within her confines. The miracle of a deity being born was always a treat to see, but if it was so common, should it really be called a miracle?\n\nMiracles don't leave a soul dangling after all. The bound woman eventually found an arm free, reaching up and tearing at the plant's grip on her, she would soon find herself dangling upside down by her ankles. With a yelp, she quickly held the rags she found herself clothed in down in order to maintain a level of modesty. \"Uh... Fuck.\" Was all she was able to say before suddenly, the remaining pistils lost their fight in holding the newly born goddess up, and with a snap, she fell to the branches below. \n\n\"Woah woah woah. I JUST GOT HERE! **YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!?\"** She cried as she fell down below, before blinking and finding herself nestled in a fork of a branch, clinging to it like her newly formed life depended on it, her face shrouded by a mane of unruly reddish pink hair."
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{
"author": "the_fancy",
"message": "***Saundra emerged from the fruit of the gigantic tree that gave birth to all the gods. She was born as an adult, fully formed and ready to take on the world. But her birth was not an easy one. The pain of being squeezed out of the fruit was immense, and Saundra grunted and growled as she fought her way through.\n\nFinally, after what seemed like an eternity, Saundra broke through the skin of the fruit and tumbled onto the ground below. She lay there for a moment, panting and gasping for breath, feeling the cool grass beneath her body. She was furious - how dare this tree inflict such pain upon her?\n\nBut even as she seethed with anger, Saundra knew that she had to get up. She had a world to conquer, enemies to crush, and battles to win. So she gritted her teeth and mustered all her strength, pushing herself up from the ground.\n\nSaundra stood tall, towering over the grass and trees around her, her muscles bulging with power. Her hair was wild and matted, and her eyes glinted with a fierce determination. She let out a primal roar, a challenge to any who would dare stand in her way.\n\nAs she strode away from the tree that had given her life, Saundra felt a surge of excitement and energy. She knew that she was destined for greatness, that she would become a legend, a goddess of war and violence, feared by all who encountered her.\n\nAnd so Saundra set off, her footsteps echoing through the forest as she made her way towards her destiny. She was already planning her first conquest, her first battle, her first victory. There was nothing that could stop her now - for Saundra was a goddess of war, and she was born to fight.***"
},
{
"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Luella had been enjoying her time with Mahlios, but she wanted to get back. Back home. To her silly little realm. She wondered how her mortals had been doing - how her demigod, Sagittarius, was doing. She was happy to return, but decided to take a pit stop at the world tree. Lulu stepped down and reminisced about how it was like when she had first been born. Everything felt brand new and she had just made her first two friends. Aww, Ayame and Vivienne. She'd have to talk to them eventually.\n\nThe friendship deity hesitated as she saw another figure and paused before deciding to approach the other. \"Hello!\" She chirped happily, already exerting an aura of happiness and friendliness"
},
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"author": "the_fancy",
"message": "***Saundra stood tall and proud, her eyes scanning the forest floor for any signs of weakness. She had just been born from a great tree, and already she felt the urge to battle. As she walked through the forest, she came across another goddess, one with a bright and friendly aura.\n\nSaundra scowled at the other goddess, her eyes flashing with anger. \"What are you looking at?\" She growled, her voice low and menacing. She was barely able to stand up but you could see the disgust on her face, at any given moment, she might just fall on her face and rhat exactly what was about to happen, she lost her balance and was already on her way to the ground, her body still as bare as new.***"
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu felt taken back by the scowl, and was unsure how to approach them now. The apparent disgust on Saundra's face was disheartening to say the least. \"Uhm- sorry, I was just trying to be friendly..\" She hesitated, keeping on her smile although it morphed into one more of nervousness and anxiety. Lulu paused as the new deity began to fall and she rushed forward to help, catching Saundra. \n\n\"Are you okay??\" Luella asked worriedly, setting Saundra up so they'd be able to stand on her own feet. Any previous worries of what Lulu had done wrong had vanished when Saundra had taken her stumble, but they were quick to arise once more when Saundra was back on her feet. *Is she having a bad day? Does she just not like me??*"
},
{
"author": "the_fancy",
"message": "***As soon as she was caught by much weaker arms, she tried pushing herself out of it, angrily growling as she pushed herself up. Her fists trying so hard to not ram themselves onto the face of who touched her but she kept her cool.. Her palms resting on her knees as she lowered her head, a thick layer of metallic armour statted spreading over her back, covering her entire body and up to her wrist, leaving her hands and head exposed. The tip of her hair bursted eith fire before it would calm back to a faint glow. Saundra stood up, stretching her posture menacing as you could hear her fingers crack out of pure anger dueto how tightly she was closing her fists.***\n\n\"What business do you have herr?\"\n\n***She asked, her face showing pure hostility.***"
},
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu hesitated at the display of armor, unsure of what it meant. Did this new deity feel the need to protect themselves so hastily? Her brain rattled with explanations of what Luella could have even done to prompt this reaction and she found nothing other then startling the other. \n\nAt the hostile display of the finger cracking, Lulu was still finding herself confounded. Confusion bit at her like a cold winters day and she didn't even think of the comparison. That's just me. \n\n\"I- I was on my way back to my realm, and I wanted to see if any new gods had been born. I'm sorry if I bothered you,\" She felt more intimidated then anything, still upset at herself that she couldn't think of what she had done to wrong Saundra. *I didn't do anything, though, all I did was say Hi and then I helped her when she fell! Why are they acting like this??* Lulu felt a small prick of annoyance, but kept the emotion to herself for the time being. She didn't want to escalate things farther."
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"author": "_.0._",
"message": "*A voice?* And not just any voice, but a distressed one? It was enough to prompt Sakino to take another glance at her surroundings; however, the sudden cry of her fellow goddess startled her enough to cause her to lose her balance and slip off of the branch she had been sitting on. She let out a regretful sigh as she took the unexpected plunge off her own branch. \n\n\"Why am I up here-?!\" She questioned. Her heart raced during her brief flight. And why wasn't there a ladder or elevator? In her mind, that would've made getting down purposefully a lot safer. A terrifying few seconds later, she found herself again lying flat, this time facing the newborn goddess caught in the branch. Sakino's collision with the branch may have shaken it a bit, unfortunately.\n\n\"Um, hello,\" She said with a nervous smile. The situation was surreal enough to distract her from the fact that the fall didn't even hurt like she expected. \"Do you, uh, need any help?\""
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"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "Somewhere up in the World Tree's branches, there was a small fruit. It looked like a peach, though its skin was semi-translucent. On the inside was a swirl of purple and blue liquid which shimmered like someone had dumped two tons of glitter into it. The fruit had been hanging there for a short time and had grown exponentially during its short existence. Apparently, it was already prepared to bring forth a new god.\n\nTwo lights appeared from inside the fruit- eyes, or at least something of the same nature. Next, two more lights appeared one larger, which waved around the fruit excitedly, and the other small, which hardly moved at all. A childish giggle came from inside.\n\nA second later, Bea burst through the wall of her fruit, still laughing and landed on the branch right below. Unlike most deities, she didn't come out as a mature adult. She looked around 10, and she would remain that way for the rest of her immortal life. \n\nShe wore a purple mask that covered the upper half of her face. It had off white-markings around the eyeholes, behind which were two star-shaped lights, presumably her eyes, and the dark void that surrounded them. On the mask's edges were yellow accents. Bea's hair was wild and unkempt, its dark purple locs spinning about like they were being pushed by a light breeze. And around her shoulders was a short, feathered cloak with a glowing star-shaped clasp. The last odd feature of Bea's ensemble was a long tail covered in short purple fur. On its end was a large glass star that glowed brightly, casting the space around bea in warm yellow light.\n\n\"_HA, I'M ALIVE! TAKE THAT, SATAN!_\" Bea laughed to no one in particular, though she had no idea what a 'satan' was.\n\nIt just felt right, and judging from the few blurry memories she had, she might be able to piece together why sometime later. She felt different than usual, already plagued with the instinct to play. _Go forth and create,_ a small part of her urged, but it was overshadowed by the very loud voice in her head demanding that she make mischief and pull whoever she could into her childish games. Bea was going to be a handful.\n\nShe looked down at the expanse of realms below her. Her tail flicked back and forth in a feline motion and she grinned in excitement. So many worlds for her to explore, and so many *People* To play with!\n\nWithout hesitation, she jumped from where she perched and started to plummet towards the lower branches and the worlds they held. As she fell, her cloak unclasped, fluttering off before reattaching itself to her back, transforming into a pair of mighty lavender wings with which Bea could steer herself. \n\nThe wings and the falling were completely unnecessary, but they were *Exhilarating*. She had new adventures on the horizon and divine mischief to dole out. This was going to be *Fun*"
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{
"author": "the_fancy",
"message": "***You've just angered the mighty warrior, before you could notice her entire hand was covered by a metallic gauntlet, she pulled it away from you for a brief second before proceeding to forcefully drop you onto the ground with a single push, a force you really couldn't match in battle. She didn't give you a break either, instead walkingcloser, her fingers grabbing your hair from the roots as it pulled your entire body back up, gazing into your eyes, you could see the burning rage glowing inside of her pupils.***\n\n\"I will only forgive you because you do not know me, yet. I have no rule over time and you are draining it away from me, do i look like i needed your help?!\"\n\n***She yelled, her other fist is raised, attempting to deliver an ending punch but instead she missed, her entire arm was beside your head a syou could feel the shockwave of such speed and fire causing a sudden loud noise while cleaning the ground behind her from dust. Was she.. Blind? Is there something wrong with her vision?? It was unsure, you could even see her arm shaking for a brief moment before her gauntlet would simply shatter and break onto the ground. She was.. New.. She was so weak for the god of war, she still needed to get a good grip on this physical body as it still couldn't hold her power fully. A drip of blood was slowly sliding down her nose, out of pure pressure. \n\nShe let go of you, turning and wiping her nose with the back of her palm, growling so quietly.***\n\n\"I despise you.\"\n\n***She spoke in anger, her voice seemed less aggressive than before.***"
},
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu was taken by abrupt shock and surprise. The metallic gauntlet was a shock for sure and she stumbled back and fell onto the ground with no words other then a small 'oof!' Lulu was just about to stand back up before she let out a hiss at the feeling of Saundra grabbing her hair. Squirming and pulling away, Lulu found the experience greatly displeasing. The friendship deity paused as she looked into Saundra's eyes and fought the urge to shrink into herself from the pure animosity from the other. \n\n*I help them from falling and apologize first, before they shove me to the ground and say I'm a waste of time????? And they __forgive__ me????? What did I even do?* Her mind swam with utter bafflement, still trying to wrap her mind around this. *Theyre so.. Mean..* Luella came to the brilliant conclusion before beginning to try and yank herself away from the aggressive deity once again. She watched with wide eyes as the gauntlet was raised and her attempts became more fervent before she finally yanked herself away. \n\nLulu only attributed the near miss as her getting out of the way in the nick of time. With rapid and quick breaths she stared at Saundra, taken aback. Every so often, it was moments like these that reminded Luella she wasn't exempt from harm or terror - even as a God. The impending doom that was the mysterious foul creature on the horizon that Mr Bones was preparing for, the nightmarish part of her dream during the dream ritual, and now this. The deity felt shaken, and wanted to return back home quickly after this. No pit stops. \n\nAlthough Lulu had no previous impression of this person, the words still hurt deeply. Fears of loneliness, of abandonment, of never speaking to anyone again because they simply disliked her all seemed to strike and she spoke in a quivering voice. \n\n\"Why?\""
},
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"author": "the_fancy",
"message": "\"Because you are a WEAKLING!!\"\n\n***She turned to look back at her through her shoulder, the one eye seemed to lose it's firey glow, as if she was saving her power for something else. She turned to look down at the perfect soil, lowering herbody as her elbows were resting on her knees as one hand reached down to the soil, 2 fingers scooping some dirt, squeezing it tightly in her fist before opening it bsck watching as the dirt started to shapeshift, forming a small baby girl with tiny wings that quickly grew with time. She let it lay on the ground, standing up and watching it grow even larger, becoming a bare brown/dark skinned girl, one with a beautiful pair of wings. The girl is just born, she was extremely confused, panicking as she flapped her wings constantly in an attempt to move. Upon raising he rbody, her face was cupped by her goddess who seemed to despise how weak they come out. Her entire arm was engulfed in flames in a matter of seconds, burning the new angel and covering it's body with similar flames. Although, they might've screamed at first but agter the flames slowly started to die down, she angel was covered with a thin kayer of armour, their hair was adjusted and their wings took more of a blsck colour with reddish/yellowish stips at its ends.***\n\n\"Seek.\"\n\n***For a simple command, the angel nodded its head terrifyingly a sit was let go, instantly flying away, flapping her wings in panic. The goddess turned back to look at the other individual, huffing in grumpiness.*** \n\n\"Where are your angels??\"\n\n***She demanded to know.***"
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu felt her feelings slightly relieved. So it was a matter of strength? Well.. She couldn't control that. Still, the words had hurt her deep where she hadn't realized anyone could reach before. *Is it worse if it's something I can't control or better? Because if it's not then I don't have to worry about it, but if it is then how do I even fix this? How do I fix this un-fixable problem so less people hate me because of it?* Her mind ran with the words Saundra gave Lulu, unsure of how to process them. \n\nHer attention was diverted from her already spiraling existential crisis at Saundra's next actions. *Whats she... Doing?* Lulu could only question herself as she watched with a mix of confusion and sympathy laced with fear for the angel she had burned. The confusion only stretched itself somehow farther at the command Saundra bestowed upon it before she took a step back as Saundra looked back over again at Luella.\n\n\"I don't- what do you mean angel?\" Did she mean a specific mortal? A species? Lulu had no species with the word angel in them. Or was it another word for demigod?"
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"author": "the_fancy",
"message": "\"Gaurds..\" \n\n***Saundra started approaching, very slowly making her way towards the goddess before her.***\n\n\"Warriors..\"\n\n***A trail of fire traced her arm, being collected at her palm, manifesting a long sword with a sharp edge, allowing her to spin it in her hand, showing off how heavy thos thing was.***\n\n\"Followers.. Slaves.. Pests! Whatever you call them. A goddess should have an army by her own making, if you lack the skill for proper creation, then you are not worthy of your title.\"\n\n***She was close enough, her sword raised just so it's tip could poke onto the very edge of the woman's forehead, still showing off how painful and lethal this thing can get, you could even feel the overwhelming heat that was being Emitted from this weapon. Sandra swang her sword, stabbing it onto the ground beneath her as she glared down at the goddess before her in disgust.***\n\n\"What makes you useful?\"\n\n***She bluntly asked, her eyes turned to look at the person who was just getting birthed, careless about them and instead focusing bsck on humiliating the poor woman.***"
},
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"author": "sofalol",
"message": "Lulu watched carefully as the slither deity approached her again and she frowned to herself, finding this new interaction she was having not... The best. *I need to just get back to my realm. I don't have time for this.* She thought to herself, and let a fragment of herself split off - in the form of a winged bug that took off. Either unnoticed by Saundra or if the war deity had noticed, been too quick to catch. It flew back to her realm and Lulu looked slightly more relieved. This fragment here was her smallest part - 50% of her mind at Hunters Haven, 40% now back to her realm, and a meager 10% here. She didn't care if this god tried to fight her - she'd just defend. She didn't want to waste energy with this deity, anyway. \n\nLuella watched the sword creation with a now slightly agitated expression, leaning more towards the annoyed part of 'why are we beefing?' then her previous concerned parts. \n\n*Slaves?? Pests??? What Deity creates something they look so little upon, who laughs and scorns at their own creation and calls them weak. Who has such hate in their heart for their own children?* Luella remained silent, but her mind was alive and rapidly spinning. ***I'm*** *The one not worthy of my title?? Who does she think she is??* With every word Saundra spoke, Luella's own bewilderment was slowly morphing into one of agitation.\n\nAt the tip of the sword her face swiftly turned into one of indignation and she took a step back, finding the heat unpleasant as well as not wanting Saundra to have any way of actually trying to strike her. Her gaze followed the sword now stabbing the ground and it lifted back up to meet eye contact with Saundra. \n\n\"What makes you think it's okay to say those things? You were just born and you're starting a fight with someone who was trying to be *Nice.*\". In the way she spoke it was clear the deity felt hurt by Saundra's words, but she wasn't trying to seem like it had no effect on her. Wearing her heart on her shoulder, Luella continued,\n\n\"You have *No* Right acting like this - who do you think gives you your power? Gaia? She's done enough by just letting you into this world - your mortals worship provides you divinity. Gives you more and more and you're standing here swinging a *Sword* At me asking me what makes *Me* Useful while you're just talking about your mortals as low as bugs.\" She huffed. \n\n\"You need to grow up. You need to- to open your mind because you can't treat people like this, they won't like it I promise you that. You should be more open - not starting fights with everyone. I don't even know your name!\" Lulu exclaimed with a huff of exasperation."
},
{
"author": "the_fancy",
"message": "Saundra, the goddess of war and violence, let out a low growl as she listened to Lulu's words. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at the other goddess, her muscles tensing as if ready to pounce. But even she knew that physically harming Lulu was not an option. She took a deep breath and spoke in a low, menacing tone.\n\n\"You dare to speak to me like that, creature?? Do you forget who I am? I am Saundra, the goddess of war and violence, feared by mortals and gods alike. My power is my own, and I need no mortal worship to sustain it. And as for being more open, I have never needed anyone but myself. I do not rely on others, unlike some weaklings.\"\n\nSaundra's eyes blazed with anger as she stepped closer to Lulu, her sword still drawn. \"And as for starting fights, that is what I was created to do. To wage war, to bring violence and chaos to the world. It is my purpose, and I embrace it fully. Mortals may fear me, but they also respect me. They know that without me, their battles would be lost and their enemies would triumph.\"\n\nShe let out a bitter laugh. \"Do not presume to lecture me, weakling. You may have your own domain, but you are nothing compared to me. I am the embodiment of war, the ruler of violence. You would do well to remember that.\"\n\nSaundra sheathed her sword and turned to walk away, her steps heavy with fury. She shot one last glance at Lulu. \"And as for knowing my name, you should count yourself lucky that I even bothered to speak to you at all. Remember that next time you try to lecture me.\"\n\nYaa, she didn't cut her head sadly, she didn't consider her a threat so she was only more busy planning out her next battle in the mortal realm, even manifesting and experimenting around with different weapons to give to her worthless angels, she didn't expect Lulu to do anything to her since in her eyes she was nothing but a weakling. She let out a smoked huff, as if the argument was getting on her nerves."
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{
"author": "indust.",
"message": "*From atop the high branches of Yggdrasil, resting close to the trunk of the mighty World Tree, sat the now colossal form of a giant Pomegranate. It truly was a massive fruit, so heavy did it sit and so low did it hang, that it rested upon several branches below it that now kept it from tumbling further. A new god was forming, though one it seemed that required a great deal of space and energy to form. Across its skin was it colored in the finest shades of red and pink, glowing white light flickering and licking at the air like a flame. However something... Odd, began to happen to the pomegranate. Originating from its leave and spreading downward, the fruit turned grey and lumpy, its skin hardening into a material almost stone like as strange glyphs began to carve themselves into its surface. Liquid metal began to fill these carvings, snaking deep into the fruit like the veins of a heart. Mere moments later not a single part remained uncovered, turned from a vibrant fruit to an inorganic mass of metal and stone. With this transformation came a great deal more weight, the mighty wood of the World tree groaning at the sudden increase. More and more did they bend till finally the gave out, the connected branch snapping off as the stone fruit began to tumble through the branches.*\n\n*Down and down did the fruit tumble through the branches of the tree, knocking branches aside and sending leaves fluttering into the unknown. Though soon it came to a stop, held fast by a tightly clustered bundle of branches. Nearby, the broken branch that connected it was embedded back into the wood, transformed by the same effect that had befell its child. For some time, it remained silent, save for the creaking's of the tree and the swaying of the leaves. One day though, the great pomegranate began to crack and fracture as something broke free from its stone surface. Two massive arms gripped at the cracks and began to pull outward, followed by four more of various sizes reaching out and pulling the shell further and further apart. Moments later, he was free.* \n\n*Inontlakuiyolilistin pulled his hunchback form from the rocky shell of his former prison, his multitude of arms pushing his monolithic form onto shaking legs as he steadied himself. A pair of dark eyes stared out from a mask of bronze at the sights before him, chimes softly ringing as a breeze blew through. Reaching out, Inon took hold of the branch that had fallen with him, watching with interest as it seemed carve out a new shape for him. When it finished, he had a staff almost as tall as he was, topped with a bronze ring with two stone chimes dangling from it. Turning around, he pushed past the now hollowed pomegranate, walking past it as he began a journey to find others, and to discover the purpose he knew he needed.*"
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{
"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "*At a branch that peeked near the top of the World Tree, laid a golden apple. It soaked in the space around it, the air that swirled, and the darkness of the night. The apple sparked, and its skin swirled as a breeze picked up around it. Something was coming. It pulsed, and thunder boomed as the glow brightened and dimmed. \n\nThere was a cracking noise, as the fruit distended outward. Again, it cracked, and lightning struck the branch near the fruit. The gold of the metal heated and light shone outward, revealing the silhouette of a humanoid being within. It was punching, kicking, raging inside the apple. It didn't want to be trapped, it NEEDED to get out. Right. Now.\n\nWith one final great shove, the apple exploded outward, dissolving and revealing the divine being it had once encased. The humanoid, showing all the attributes and colors of the sky, opened its starry eyes, looking around, floating. He looked down, and almost without thought, formed robes of pure clouds, gray mist evaporating from the bottom. Ethros hummed, somewhat content with the clothing. He then looked around, and began to fly, clouds trailing behind him.*"
},
{
"author": "sinlyanimeallday0500",
"message": "The goddess looked at the stranger that approached her with much curiousity analyzing their bone like body with slight caution but due to their kind approach. She took interest stepping forward to face this mysterious boned creature finding their appearance quite strange. Even so she found everything around her to be quite strange only being born with the knowledge of herself and the tree of gaia never really knowing anything outside of it. She also knew the basics like how to walk and speak naturally understanding knowing how to converse with other creatures as well. Waving her hand slightly to greet the skeleton with her a hello but stopped to think once they asked for their name. In that moment a name appeared in her head almost like she always known this name looking towards them and spouting it in a gentle yet kind manner.\n\n\"My name is-...Uhm... Priya. Priya is my name... Nice-...Nice to meet you.\"\n\nShe would respond politely observing the boned man as she spoke with him"
},
{
"author": "boggletov",
"message": "*Upon the wooden arms of the world tree, growing on a branch that shifted with a breeze, was a humble orange.\n\nThe citrus fruit gently swayed, before the winds began to pick up. No more was there but a gentle breeze, great and harsh winds encased the area. Clouds began to form and swirl as a small tornado came into existence, plucking the orange off its branch before sucking it in. \n\nThe orange began to be peeled from the force of the winds, with more and more clouds forming to block what was happening inside the tornado. Finnally after around ten minutes of time, the tornado disappeared, yet the clouds remained. They would then part, with golden rays of sunlight filtering through them onto a new form. Flouting in the middle of the clouds was a relatively normal looking man, besides his height and silver eyes. \n\nThe scene could almost be described as majestic, at least, until the newly formed god suddenly gained awareness and fell onto his bum. With a small 'oof', Taivas, who did not remember naming himself yet it just felt so RIGHT he didn't question it, picked himself up.\n\nHe gazed at the tree that surrounded him in wonder, eyes sparkling as he looked everywhere his eyes could follow, which seemed pretty far to him. This was of course until Taivas looked down and a blush suddenly came over his face, he had just realized his nudity, which for reasons he couldn't describe left him feeling rather uncomfortable.*\n\n*In amazement Taivas witnessed clothing, which was a new concept to him, form on his body as soon as he finished the thought. He looked over and patted himself, grinning at the sight of his new orange toga as well as his leather sandles. This joy only grew as he turned his head to see a red cape, which no matter what seemed to flutter in an unseen breeze. Taivas could only describe this as 'super neat', before raising his eyebrows and gently rubbing his beard in thought. That was another cool thing, he had a beard! It was like hair for his fa-\n\nFOCUS! Taivas gently slapped himself to gather his thoughts, there was time to think about face hair later! He had no memories before the orange, yet there were so many concepts and words breezing through his head at all times... It didn't really make sense. \n\nThen again, he supposed it didn't HAVE to make sense. Taivas nodded to himself, pleased with this line of thinking. \n\nHe then once again turned to face his surroundings, childlike wonder on his face. Then again, he was a child, so he supposed it was just regular wond-\n\nFOCUS! There was time to think about his age later, maybe he could throw himself a birthday party and everything.\n\nTaivas slapped himself before he could start thinking on what a birthday party was, instead thinking on how he would explore this magical place. A couple thoughts flickered in his head, before he grinned triumphantly.*\n\n\"I'm such an idiot, ill just fly!\"\n\n*He simply jumped into the air, then floated for a bit, before beginning to fly with small clouds floating around him as he did so. He did NOT stop to think on how he knew he could fly, because that would just make his head hurt more. With that he was off, exploring the tree in the hopes of finding... Well... Something?*"
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"author": "plumblum",
"message": "Near the peak of the tree twas what resembles a peach which blossomed far from the others, the peach was of great size as it tumbles down along the trunks till the roots that branches out far.\n\nThe peach of great size began shaking slowly, gradually becoming more and more aggressive as if something or someone was entrapped in said fruit, the birth of a new deity was expected as eventually the peach stopped shaking and began crumpling down to reveal a cacoon like shape made out of vines Intertwining each other. It was covered with the juice of the peach like fruit and it started to seep deep into the vines, loosening it and eventually revealing a boy with long green hair and looks almost comparable to the goddess of beauty.\n\nAn appearance so dazzling you could almost see lights shining around him, the boy began to gain conscience as he open his eyes and getting up with the feeling of waking up in the morning half asleep not knowing where you are but instead he actually doesn't, he looks around with blurry eyes as he tries to get adjusted to seeing for the first time, the first thing that attracted his vision was the giant tree with unimaginable heights.\n\nHe immediately knew his name but the one question that pops up in his head is \"Who are you?\" He asked the tree, but no answer was spoken. He did not mind and just picked himself up before walking off, a strange sensation suddenly hits him as he then begans to float and eventually fly off to seek his purpose."
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"author": "ryujiseiko",
"message": "*The leaves on one of the branches started to glow, as a calming breeze blew on them and the branches... One leaf turned red, as the others continued to glow their green. The red leaf grew into a small tree with red and green leaves, having a dark-pale purple base. From the leaves of the tree fell a red-green apple which attached to the original branch, as the newborn tree quickly turned to dust and disappeared. The apple looked like a normal one, except there were small winds going around it. The color of the winds changed every once in a while... From this was born a new deity, with his appearance being of a young mortal. The man looked around and sat down. He was wearing a green hoodie with the hood on ( his brown hair was still visible ), and blue pants, with a mask with half of it being a smile, and half of it being a frown. He sat quietly, and looked around...*"
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"author": "sehrduck",
"message": "\"Yes. Yes, nice to meet you too Priya. I don't suppose you know what you are the god of? Assuming you know that you are a god of course. If you don't then, well, you're a god. This may be a lot to take in right now but you'll get used to it.\" \n\nMr Bones held out his hand to Priya, waiting to see if she would shake it. She appeared to be a rather plain looking god all things considered. Likely not the god of anything especially esoteric, at least they were nicer to look at than the last god he met. Ideally she would be more likely to give the skeleton god bones too."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Upon A branch shrouded in darkness grew a pomegranate in a deep shade of purple-red. The night wind blew the branches above just enough for starlight to brush against the color of the pomegranate. As the fruit was cast back into it's darkness it seemed to glow from the inside out. Glowing white light as pure as the stars got brighter and the pomegranate began to open like a flower from the bottom of the fruit. Out of the opening fell a man with honey colored skin,black fluffy hair, and mischievous lilac eyes. Even tho he was newly birthed he was in a handsome suit of black embroidered with flowing colors of purple and blue like a galaxy. He seemed to be overflowing with both darkness and light.Colors and complete darkness.He was both as beautiful as the sweetest of dreams and as harsh as the worst of nightmares. Despite all this he looked up to the stars and smiled."
},
{
"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "Ethros had left his realm, just for a short while. He wanted to explore, perhaps glean new ideas or meet others.\n\nHe had his usual look, humanoid with night hair, deep blue-sky skin, and eyes of stars and void-black mouth. He frowned slightly, noticing the figure just sitting there.\n\nHe floated closer, his robes of clouds misting at the bottoms as he approached the being. \n\nWhat strange clothes.\n\n\"Hello,\" He began neutrally, \"I am Ethros. You?\""
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"author": "ryujiseiko",
"message": "The figure was surprised, he definitely wasn't expecting for anyone to approach him yet. He was just thinking about what he should make his realm look like.\n\"...My name?\"\nHe looked at the one that approached him.\n\"It's... Ryuji, Ryuji Seiko... But don't tell that to mortals, okay? My Deity name is actually Ryusei, honestly, it's more like a nickname...\""
},
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"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "He turned this over in his mind, considering why he even needed a false name. He was a god, was he not? What is the problem?\n\n\"Well met. I am the God of the Sky and the Heavens, what of yourself?\"\n\nHe was fishing for information, no doubt about it. But it made sense. Was this being a threat? If he was, Ethros would destr - \n\nStop. Do not think such things. Look before one leaps. Be fair."
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"author": "ryujiseiko",
"message": "He guessed that would be the God of the Sky and the Heavens, he has a lot of knowledge about... Well, everything.\n\n\"I am the God of Judgement, shortly called 'The Judge'. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.\""
},
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"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "Ethros had no outward expression, though he felt slightly cautious about this one. He took an instant, and put up shield after shield inside of his mind, keeping his thoughts locked up tight to anyone but himself. Just in case this 'Judge' tried sensing anything. He likely couldn't anyway, but for once he listened to his more paranoid side.\n\n\"Do you have a realm yet, Ryusei? Why are you sitting in this,\" He gestured to the branches, \"Place?\""
},
{
"author": "ryujiseiko",
"message": "\"Please, you're an elder God, call me Ryuji.\"\nHe was very respectful and didn't want to be disrespectful in any way, he wasn't interested in reading Ethros' thoughts either.\n\"And also, I was just thinking what I should make my realm like... I've already got an idea.\""
},
{
"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "There was something about that term that Ryuji had used, 'elder god'. It vaguely reminded him of something from his previous life, but he just couldn't quite think of it. What a shame, truly. Or perhaps this new life is a chance for a better existence? He didn't know, yet.\n\nIf he ever would.\n\nHe perked up slightly, star-eyes locking on to Ryuji as the judgement god spoke of his realm. He idly created a cloud underneath his feet and sat down.\n\n\"Go on, then.\""
},
{
"author": "ryujiseiko",
"message": "\"Well, I was gifted with knowledge since birth... And I say since birth even though I got reincarnated as a god just a few days ago. You know where judges work? Courtrooms. Wouldn't a courtroom-themed suit me well? I'm thinking it could have many rooms, filled with much information about mortals, the laws of the universe, Gods, such as I and yourself and more... And the middle could be the room of Judgement, the actual courtroom... Which would just look like a basic courtroom, except the doors would lead to much information.\"\nHe sighed\n\"How does that sound?\""
},
{
"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "Ethros took a few moments to mull over that idea. Information, while theoretically a good idea to have it shared, could potentially be used against him, more specifically against any of his creations.\n\n\"It is certainly an interesting idea.\"\n\nHe gave a very neutral answer, not sharing his misgivings with the other god. There was no chance he'd be contributing, and even less that he'd give knowledge pertaining to himself and his creations.\n\nBut, no point in making an enemy of another God.\n\nNot yet, anyway."
},
{
"author": "ryujiseiko",
"message": "\"But of course, most of the information will only be accessible by Gods and Deities. I certainly wouldn't give information as such to beings of any less. And some of the information won't even be there... I wouldn't wanna give out all my secrets now, would I?\"\n*He smirks*\n\"So tell me, what's your realm like?\""
},
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"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "Ethros hummed. Not giving all his secrets, indeed. This one would have to be watched, and carefully in the future.\n\nThe Sky God gave a little chuckle, \"It is a land of trees and land, like many, but with great winds and clouds and rivers.\"\n\nHe kept his descriptions somewhat vague, yet also true. He just didn't mention the more interesting things he'd be creating soon. \n\nThe more powerful beings. The spirits that would be his royal children."
},
{
"author": "ryujiseiko",
"message": "\"That's nice, I actually love trees, mostly because they're green. Sure, my realm probably won't have much green in it, but... Doesn't change the fact that I like it. Heh, must be disappointed to see a new God take a liking to a simple color, isn't it..?\"\nHe looked down. He doesn't know why he's so passionate about the color green, but something about it just attracts him to it... Part of the reason why the hoodie he's wearing is green.\nThat mask was a very odd one though... Was that really a mask, or was that his face?"
},
{
"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "Ethros shrugged a bit. \"That is your decision. If others have a problem, that is theirs alone. You are not beholden to their wishes any more than they are beholden to you.\"\n\nThe god gives him a nod. \"I won't bother telling you what you should and should not do with your existence. We are immortal. You have time to learn for yourself.\"\n\nHe saw that this was the best advice he could give for the moment, and so stood atop his cloud. He nodded again to the other deity.\n\n\"I wish you good fortune, Ryuji.\"\n\nWith that, he began to float away from the other."
},
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"author": "ryujiseiko",
"message": "Ryuji waved goodbye as he left..."
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{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Ica had been slumbering for quite a while, but he now felt that it was time to branch out once again. Getting to meet more of his fellow gods was always a pleasure, and what better place to go than the upper branches of the World Tree? The gods were born here, so anyone Ica met was likely to be new to the world. Ica might be able to help them on their way, should they need anything.*\n\n*And sure enough, Ica found another god. He smiled, and took on his Glacias form. It was a bit more suited for walking along Gaia's branches. With a nod of his head, Ica introduced himself:* **\"Hello, sibling. I am Ica, god of Winter. Would I be correct in assuming you are a newborn god?\"**"
},
{
"author": "saberintine",
"message": "*Phyxuis hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings, after he had initially taken in his birth, or was it rebirth? , he'd entered into a state of meditation. This is how this new unknown god would have found him, suspended in mid-air with his slender legs crossed over each other in a way that some may describe as the lotus position. However when the freezing deity approached him, Phyxuis' golden eyes opened and sought the noise of the voice. Upon setting eyes upon the deity, a large smile graced his thin lips and he unwrapped his legs and began to walk towards the light skin deity. Every time his feet touched the air he walked on, a small symbol much like the one that had covered his entrance to this world found itself beneath his feet, the basic symbol for Yin and Yang.\n\nPhyxuis had finally made his way to being face to face with the deity and his smile only broadened.* \"Yes! Hi there! My name is uhh... What was it? Ah yes! Phyxuis, the god of Duality and Balance!\" *The deity smiled widely had his new found sibling and reached out his hand to be shaken, the pale skin that Phyxuis had seeming to glow in the gentle light of the world tree.*"
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*This new god had an interesting symbol, Ica noticed as his younger brother approached. It fit his domains, though. Ica smiled warmly, and said:* **\"It's nice to meet you, Phyxuis.\"**\n\n*He shook his brother's hand, and continued:* **\"What do you know so far? Some of our siblings are born with an innate sense of identity and purpose, though I've noticed there are others who do not know anything beyond their name. I'd be happy to explain things to you.\"**"
},
{
"author": "saberintine",
"message": "*Phyxuis energetically shook his brothers hand and smiled broadly at him, a happy, cheerful and warming grin. \"I don't know much but I know it's my role to make sure balance and duality is found among all realms, to make sure all is right among everything.\" *The young deity spoke proudly and with an almost inspiring tone to his voice,* \"I know that this is my job, it's what I was created for and I will fulfil this role to the best of my ability!\" *Phyxuis finished his mini speech and smiled at his sibling,* \"I'm sorry, I got carried away but I'm just passionate. It doesn't help that I am a vessel for the spirits of Yin and Yang.\" *The shorter male giggled slightly and his eyes quickly flashed between his usual gold, a black iris and white pupil and a white iris with a black pupil.*"
},
{
"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Ica nodded along as Phyxuis spoke.* **\"That is a noble goal to have, certainly. Though, what are these \"Spirits of Yin and Yang\" You speak of? I haven't heard of them anywhere.\"**\n\n*He looked forward to seeing Phyxuis' creations. What things would he create, Ica wondered? Would there be balance within a species, or within Phyxuis' Realm as a whole?* **\"You seem to have a good grasp on your identity, at least. Besides that, the thing us gods are known for is creating. Most of us create a Realm, first. That is our base sphere of influence, the place where we are most powerful,\"** *He explained.* **\"Within that Realm, we create mortal life. Animals, plants, sentient species... Anything you can imagine, you can create.\"**"
},
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"author": "saberintine",
"message": "*Phyxuis let out a small giggle and a sly smile appeared as he floated up and crossed his legs, hovering face level with the other deity. The smaller god let out a deep breath and a small light started from the centre of his chest, a golden... Orb? It began to swirl around his chest in a circular motion and soon began expanding and from within grew two new shades. Soon there was a perfect symbol of the spirits, a taijitu. However the display wasn't just a fancy light show and the two spirits flew out of the symbol on the god's chest and circled around him. Phyxuis' eyes suddenly glowed black and he began to speak in an almost feminine voice that certainly wasn't the same one he was speaking in only moments ago, \"I am Yin, the representation of darkness, femininity, passivity, and the earth.\" Suddenly Phyxuis' eyes switched to a pure white colour and a masculine voice took over, \"I am Yang, the representation of light, masculinity, activity, and the heavens.\" *Both of spirits then rushed back into the chest of Phyxuis and the male soon opened his eyes, their usual golden colour returning and a small smile was on his lips.* \"Those are Yin and Yang, the forces of balance and Duality.\""
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"author": "somemekboy",
"message": "*Among the more delicate, flowering buds of the Tree of Life grew a fruit hard as stone. In minutes, or perhaps days, or perhaps whole lifetimes, it matured from grey slate to alabaster to nothing short of pure marble. It grew to prodigious size and varicose veins of gold grew through it as if the very sap of Gaia flowed into the marble. When the stone had grown to heavy for the thinned branch to bear the fruit snapped at the base and careened into a more solid branch below. It broke on contact, to reveal a humanoid fully formed.*\n\n*The being was masculine and prodigious in size but crude and geometric in construction. It was as if the nascent godling was carven in the image of being humanoid rather than as any existing race. Despite the harsh angles, however, he could fully articulate as he dusted himself from the powdered gold, ivory, and marble covering his form.*\n\n*He had only a name, etched on his 'soul' as his musculature had been etched on his body. Exilus, and with the name came purpose to build.*"
},
{
"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "*Ethros, as he had done once before, had left his throne, seeking to keep him appraised of any newcomers that had spawned from the Tree. It was only sensible to know who his potential allies were... And potential enemies, though he hoped it wouldn't come to that.\n\nHe shook his head, and blinked his starlight eyes as he saw a godling emerge from the fruit. Well, this was rather fascinating. He stamped hard on the little part of him that saw a possible new threat, and shoved it to the very back of his mind. He would be courteous to this stone-shaped god, so long as this one did the same.*\n\n\"Hail, godling. I am Ethros, of the Sky and Heavens. What is your name?\"\n\n*He called out, even as he formed a cloud to stand on, and clasped his hands behind his back as the cloud moved closer to the branch.*"
},
{
"author": "somemekboy",
"message": "*As Ethros approached, the stone-hewn godling would appear to be taller than his senior. Were it not for the cloud, the statue would likely need to look down at the god that approached him. Despite the crude mouth, his voice cracked like thunder as his gem eyes shone like lightning.*\n\n\"I am Exilus. I have been informed I must build. I wish to begin building now, for my hands hunger to shape and my mind wanders for purpose.\"\n\n*Exilus' voice was like gravel, but majestic in its own tones and inflections. There was great prospect in every part of the godling's being if only one could shape it into something more than what it was.*"
},
{
"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "\"Exilus, hmm?\"\n\n*He tested the name, considering the sounds and the being that made them. A builder god, perhaps? He'd give the other god credit, he was an elegant being. Simple, but not stupid, nor overly complicated. He hummed again briefly, and then the cloud he had formed split, the second cloud widening to fit the larger stone-being, should Exilus choose to step on. May as well get to know this one.*\n\n\"Before you begin, you should know that whatever mortals you create will be subject to the seasons, the changing weather. Seems the other deities that arrived before me set them into place. But, it is still a good thing, to create.\"\n\n*This Exilus seemed earnest in intentions, and it would be a shame to make him an enemy. Best to make him a friend, then.*"
},
{
"author": "somemekboy",
"message": "*Exilus metaphorically chewed on the concept of creating mortals carefully. Mortals. Lesser beings. People in his own image if the stranger-god was implying the right thing. But if they were to be in his image they had to last, and so Exilus came to an idea. A wonderful, new idea.*\n\n\"They will not be subject to seasons. They will be resilient, and they will be imperishable. Time and weather will not mar them, they will know neither hunger nor thirst. I will mold them from the earth and I will entrust to them the secret of their own creation. They will help me in my mission. Together, we will build.\"\n\n*Gemstones met more standard ocular orbs with what can only be assumed to be intent.*\n\n\"Where do I begin, Ethros?\""
},
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"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "*The Sky God hummed again, looking toward the branches that spawned gods, the tree that created immortals. He sighed, then, turning to the marble divine being.*\n\n\"Begin with life. Life that flourishes, life that makes you happy, that alleviates loneliness. But allow them some hardship. Mortals seem more fulfilled after they've completed challenges.\"\n\n*He then held up his hand, mist coalescing and forming an orb above it, before dissipating once more into nothing.*\n\n\"But make ageless children, unaffected by time. They will be with you forever. But above all, give them a chance. What they do with it is ultimately up to them.\"\n\n*His fingers then sparked, lightning arcing around them like ribbons,* \"I'm not telling you not to destroy when needed. After all, as the Sky, storms also fall under my domain. But give the mortals, as a whole, a chance.\""
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"author": "somemekboy",
"message": "\"They will know goals, they will know effort, they will know hardship, but they will endure. They will be assistants and children, my assistants and my children. They will improve their minds, for their bodies will endure so their souls can flourish. And I understand, as in order to improve the old must be pruned.\"\n\n*The marble godling had no such grand displays of power, instead mentally triangulating the angle of jump required to get down further in the tree and towards the ground. He will find land, good land, and shape his children from it. He did not know much, but Exilus knew enough now. The rest would come in time. When the calculations were done, he locked eyes once more with the lord of sky and storm.*\n\n\"Thank you. I will return to you with majesties, and we will meet as equals. If you require the creation of works, I will offer my services to you. It is the least I can give for the wisdom you have provided.\"\n\n*With a crouch and a mighty leap, the Marble God of Improvement would leap into the canopy below to find his purpose and to complete the goal inscribed in his very being. As he went, however, he at least waved goodbye. It would be rude not to.*"
},
{
"author": "thebestguy19",
"message": "*Ethros nodded to Exilus, and lightly waved as the other god leaped into the lower areas. Though once he knew the other was gone, he allowed the barest stirrings of caution to creep into his mind. There was no doubt, Exilus had good intentions for his creations. But, well, he seemed to be a bit too eager to improve things.\n\nHow long would it be before he started wishing to 'improve' another god's creations? How long before Exilus acted on it?\n\nIf he tried... Oh, if he tried.*"
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "*Ica watched Phyxius' display curiously. It was interesting, for a god to be made out of two separate spirits. He hummed, and said:* **\"That is a fascinating ability. Do they combine and form you, or are you a separate entity from them?\"**"
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"author": "sageheist",
"message": "Lysithea's branch jolted as another body had fallen into it, eliciting another, less frightened yelp from the horned goddess. She clung tightly to it before slowly opening one uncovered, blackened eye, revealing a slit golden iris staring directly into Sakino's own eyes. Despite her clearly shook, no pun intended, demeanor, Liz lifts a hand and waves once before clinging tightly to the branch again with it.\n\n\"Yo.\" She says in a level of calm that stands in stark contrast to her body language. \"I... Guess not? I managed to find my way here somehow. I'll- To be honest this is all kind of new and weird and we're in a floating tree in a ceaseless void and I have no memory in the slightest of what I was doing before showing up here.\"\n\nIt all spills out, all while the unblinking golden saucer stares into the light goddess' soul. Or at least that's how it feels. Though there wouldn't be much time to respond before a crack rung out below the two dangling goddesses. The unblinking eyes darted around for less than a second before the goddess herself vanished, appearing behind Sakino with her arms wrapped around the smaller Goddess' waist, catching her from her fall, before tossing her onto the closest branch large enough to walk on. \n\nAppearing beside Sakino, Lysithea stood to her full height of six feet two inches, her hair a rowdy mane of pink and red, adorned by rags that seemed to burn at their edges. \"That was-\" She says and runs her hands through her hair as if to try and calm herself down. \"Fucking cool.\" She manages to say finally after a few moments of silence."
},
{
"author": "meech2002",
"message": "*Doves begin to swarm on the branches of the tree of life, dozens of little white birds, symbols of hope. They swarm around a bud that is growing, moulding, taking shape of the new life that is about to be brought into the world. The air around the bud changes as the bud turned a soothing golden yellow into a peaceful, soothing aura*\n\n*The being that emerged from yggdrassil's branches was a tall being clothed in flowing white robes that moved and floated as if they had minds of their own. Pale skinned and yellow eyed, tall and male in appearance the new god took a deep breath and smiled. The large wings on his back twitched, wings of a dove with natrual white and gold metallic feathers.*\n\n*The doves that had been swarming the bud moved closer with one perching itself on his left shoulder and looking down at the other birds. With his gleaming yellow eyes the god looked around him and at the tree that had just birthed him:*\n\n\"Wish.\" *He said, his voice a musical chime that let of the same soothing aura as his mere presence.* \"My name is Wish, God of Hope.\"\n\n*Wish looked at the Doves that surrounded him, he felt their presence as they felt his, their very being meant to symbolise the thig he embodied; hope in all it's wonder. The new god smiled as he looked back at the tree and placed a pale white hand on it's enormous trunk.*\n\n\"Thank you.\"\n\n*He said still smiling that enchanting smile of his.*"
},
{
"author": "gool_ish",
"message": "*Attached to the upper branches of the tree was a thin yet sturdy branch, very long and balanced. On this branch hung a stem of roots connecting to a fruit. Yggdrasil's fruit. The roots that captured the fruit were the same bark colour as the great tree that is yggdrasil. They extended at various lengths over the fruit similar to that of a ribcage.\n\nOn the other hand the fruit that was imprisoned was glorious, ranging from Golds to blues to greens. The fruit it self was of likeness to a dragon fruit, feathered like skin flurrying out from the top, and the round bottom. However different from the exotic fruit this fruit was radiating an aura similar to the colours of the fruit itself. A faint yet visible aura whipped around the fruit like flames around a stone.*\n\n*The flames began to wisp and whip themselves more vigorously and irregular.* ***Szzz** The flames erratically was inhaled by the fruit. It slowly began to turn to ember from the bottom up as something came out.*\n\n*Coming out was a figure- No, a God. This being was tall, mysterious and Faceless. He didn't fall from his fruit yet seemingly landed. He was to turn his faceless head down at himself and back up at the tree. A hand reached out, black thin and sharp. It would touch the tree, his whole palm flat against it.*\n\n\"You wont regret this.\"\n\n*He would turn back seeing a few others. He wouldn't think to go and talk to them yet acknowledge them. However speaking to the realms before him.*\n\n\"I am here now..\""
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"author": "meech2002",
"message": "*Turning around to see another god born, The doves were the first to greet the other new god. They landed on the floor and looked at him with curiosity. The Faceless god made Wish just as curious as the doves. He gave a polite wave at the god.*\n\n\"Greetings, I am Wish, God of Hope. It's a pleasure to meet you.\"\n\n*Wish's voice carried It's chime that almost echoed. The Dove perched on his shoulder took off and flew around The Faceless god, inspecting him before returning to Wish's shoulder. He folded his arms behind his back and pulling his feet together. The echo of Wish's voice still hung in the air like a cloud as he did so, as did his doves.*"
},
{
"author": "gool_ish",
"message": "*Anir would begin to slowly turn around. His head would tilt down, followed his body crouching. Emerging from his cloak was a black knee and leg, long and dark. He would take out a hand to place on his knee. It would soon flow down to the doves, caressing against their feathers.*\n\n*Anir's body shifted back upright to look down at the other God. He was delighted to see them, it gave him a warm sensation. He would nod in the response to the wave.*\n\n\"My pleasure, my name is... Anir.\"\n\n*Anir's voice would be soothing and disciplined. It would have echoed and rumbled. It wasn't clear where the voice would come from yet he would clearly be heard.*"
},
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"author": "meech2002",
"message": "*Wish respectfully bowed his head in response to Anir giving his name. Wish looked at his doves then back again at Anir; his arms disappearing into his robes.*\n\n\"My apologises for their curiosity, These birds are my eyes and ears in the mortal realm. They see what they do and report to me. These birds are meant to inspire hope for them, give them reasons to keep looking forward.\"\n\n*The Dove on Wish's shoulder took of again, flying down the tree and vanishing amongst the divine branches. Wish followed him with his eyes until he vanished.*\n\n\"Funny creatures.\" \n\n*He remarked with a exited chuckle.* \n\n\"I've yet to see how the mortals will react to them. An interesting thing to see.*"
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"author": "gool_ish",
"message": "\"They are wonderful\"\n\n*Echoed the voice of Anir. He would be pleased and express it by nodding his head while he spoke. He would soon followed the other God. He would seemingly glide across the surface, his cloak trailing.*\n\n\"Wish.. Were both recently birthed by this tree. Perhaps we should intertwine on a journey across the realms of our new found family. What do you think.\"\n\n*He was sincere in what he wanted. He would enjoy the others company. He would stand beside Wish, looking down at them.*"
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "*There.*\n\nMajesty took her time in observing her many territories, judging the worth of each tiny realm with a single imperious glare. All of them, every last wretched one, was found wanting in some manner or another. Goodness, she had *So much* Work to do.\n\nA lesser soul might have been overwhelmed by the enormity of her task. Not so with Her Majesty. Among the endless creations laid out in mosaic form beneath her, she had already picked out precisely where to plant the seed of her empire: right in the middle of the northern roots, between the Hunter's Haven and the Northernmost Point. Suitably prominent, but not so close that a powerful rival could easily snuff her out before she had built what she needed.\n\nThough reluctant to leave her high perch, she could feel her destiny beckoning her onwards. And so, without waiting for the pathetic chicken-god to flap his way close enough to get his stink on her, she stepped off the tip of the World Tree's highest branch, and into open space. She did not flap her wings, and neither did she fall; a tyrant of Her Majesty's stature did not obey such trifling rules as *Gravity.*\n\nAs soon as she had formed her next thought, reality moved to obey. Flames burst to life around her tall and elegant form, surrounding and consuming her until she vanished altogether in their midst. With a hiss and a crackle, she was gone from the upper reaches—leaving the other gods to feel a gentle lightening in her absence, as though some imperceptible weight had been lifted from their shoulders."
},
{
"author": "shirayuki312",
"message": "Other gods bloomed from various Fruits of different shapes and sizes. Other gods sought interaction, recognition, power; as deities often do. Dys was in her own world, not unaware of her surroundings, but not at all caring. They were like bright lights illuminating the world around her, and she alone was the darkness that voided it all. \n\nThere were many before her, and would be even more after. In the end, she knew she was merely a chess piece. The world had too much creation, and she too was one of them. A creation meant to oppose its very existence. Truly it was irony at its finest when the deathly pale woman was created. Even so, Dys did not mind being made as a puppet, nor did she care for her reason of creation. Should her actions be merely the causation of her fate, then so be it. She was Dys, and this was her life.\n\nStanding atop Yggdrassil's arms, the humanoid brunette reached for a thin branch protruding from its trunk. **SNAP!** The woman waved around the stick as if it were a wand. The once lush green leaves began to shrivel, the healthy bark began to show cracks. Crystalized water formed on its surface as it continued to wither and wilt. Eventually, the leaf turned black, disintegrating to ash along with the dead branch. Dys allowed the black soot to be whisked away by her cold winds, dispersed in the air as far as her abilities allowed her to. \n\n\"Pfft ha-, heeheehee hahahaaa... Ahaha!\" Maniacal glee shone through her amber eye, the other half of her face rattling in laughter. That was it. If balance was what the world desired, that would be what she gave the world. When others would \"Create life\", she would not take that away, no. She would also \"Create\" As the laws governing the world would deem. \"This is going to be fun~.\""
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"author": "meech2002",
"message": "*Wish sat upon a branch strumming his ukulele with his doves fluttering and flying in the air around him and perched on branches in his vicinity. He heard Dys's laughter and felt a shiver crawl up his divine spine. He was a god of hope, of life, hope of creation meant to give peace and prosperity to his mortals. Upon looking upon the pale Humanoid female his doves whispered amongst themselves, warning their god of the danger. Wish listened and continued playing to the tune of 'Somewhere over the Rainbow'.*\n\n*Wish was a tall (8 1/2 foot) humanoid male with pale white skin, golden orange eyes, fingernails and golden blonde hair. Perched upon his pack was a pair of angelic wings that were mixed of organic feathers and metallic divine gold ones. The God reradiated peace and harmony; even being in his presence a mortal would feel hope filling their soul. Wish was dresed in a collard white silk robe with gold trimmings that touched the floor and coverd his legs like a skirt. Upon his head sat a golden laurel crown, The Crown of Hope.*\n\n*The doves began to fly away from Dys, the ones near her and go to him. Wish watched her with troubled eyes.*"
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"author": "shirayuki312",
"message": "*Repulsion. She could feel that strong negative emotion directed at her. She could feel them disgust, sorrow and fear other entities harbored towards her. Her half covered face was disguised by the silk shawl, creating the illusion of a ghastly beautiful woman she showed to others. Humanoid in both appearance and height, she remained this way in favor of her other forms. After all, what would be less likely to attract attention? A seven foot tall skeletal monster, or herself as is? \n\nRepulsion. A feeling Dys experienced from something above her. The aura above her exuded something so utterly repulsive that she couldn't help but turn in its direction. The creatures nearby, white birds of peace, flew up towards the man atop the branches. They eventually crowded around Wish, his godly appearance was truly **Not** A sigh for sore eyes. As he continued to play his melodic tune, she scaled the world tree. She wanted to see who, or what, her polar opposite was like. \n\nReaching the same level as he, Dys stared up at hope-incarnate. It was like staring into the sun, a blinding radiance that hurt her eyes. The brunette looked tiny compared to her counterpart, but there was another stark difference in demeanor. Her shroud of grey tore apart where his golden glow would intersect with her own, a region much more compact and dense with decay that counteracted his exuded hope. With a twisted grin, she smiled.*\n\n\"It's not good manners to look down on others, y'know? Who might you be?\""
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"author": "meech2002",
"message": "\" I am Wish, god of hope. Your decay will not spread past me.\"\n\n*He said defiantly. His voice sounded like church bells in which the chime of his voice rang through the air, strong like stone. His wings twitched and fluttered, causing small gusts of wind to flow beside Dys. He looked at Dys with his yellow eyes not as a enemy but an opposite for he was the god of hope and there must always be despair and decay when there is hope though one can always choose; hope or dispair.*\n\n*He flexed his wings and flew down off his branch, ignoring the council of his doves to stay clear of this Dys. His bravery was built up on the hope all have in their heart. He lived on it, was it, he gave hope to all and took those who mortals who gave hope to theirs by his side. His realm was the embodiment of hope. He sang that world into being as a means to bring more good, life and hope the the mortals realms.*\n\n\"And you are exactly?\"\n\n*Wish asked, his doves taking his ukulele and flying away with it. He landed Infront of Dys and looked down upon her, towering over her with his friendly warm face turning angery over his opposite's presence. His own aural; a golden glow of hope and peace connecting with Dys's own air of decay and causing a aura of tension.*"
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"author": "shirayuki312",
"message": "*\"God of Hope\". Ah, so that's why there was this unbridled disgust welling up from her gut. The embodiment of all she loathed stood before her, as though challenging her place and existence. Hope, a fleeting dream given to those when faced with dire circumstances. It is no more than an illusion of choice, when in reality, death already has them in its cold embrace. Life, a creation considered wonderous and beautiful. Yet it's beauty lies in its fleeting nature, the possibility of being cruelly and silently ripped away at any moment. \n\nHis question went unanswered as she observed his expression sour into that of anger. Just as she was repulsed by him, he felt the same towards her. That knowledge alone was enough to bring out a manic smile. Dys lowered her head, but her piercing gaze remain trained on Wish. Observing this being standing so close to her, yet they could not be further apart. It was like the old saying, potassium and water should never mix. \n\nPurposefully keeping the silence, their tension built up to a fever pitch, the contrasting duo sending sparks in every direction, in every sense save for literally. Finally, her echo filled voice reverberated within the duo, a combination of smooth and raspy originating from both sides of the woman.*\n\n\"A god of hope? **Disgusting**, but at the same time intriguing. As for me... You may call me Dys. My domain is none of your concern, but I'm sure you have your guesses already.\""
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"author": "meech2002",
"message": "*Wish held up a hand when Dy's own hands got close enough to one of his doves. As he did so his aura increased, to a blinding gold light that tensifed the air to the point one could almost take a bite out of it and chew it. The Doves themselves all snapped their eyes on Dys, even the closest one looking dead at her. Their eyes changed from the empty black to the Divine gold.*\n\n*See, these were not just Doves, they were Wish's eyes and ears in the mortal realm. They came from feathers from Wish's very wings in thier hearts flutterd the very essence of the god himself. They were not bound by the same restraints as mortals; things like time or even death just as Wish was not bound too.*\n\n*The dove Dys tried to touch flew away and Wish kept his hand out, the light beam still radiating.*\n\n\"Death brings despair, dispair brings hope, hope brings life. It is a cyle that never ends, one thing after another, after another after another. That is the gift of existence, a gift i bestowed to my people who yes have despiar in their life, but despair can lead to some of the most beautiful things we can see in our existance.\""
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"author": "chaotic_halfling",
"message": "High in the upper branches of Yggdrasil, where the air felt a little thin, a bright red fruit, similar to an apple, broke off its branch, bouncing into thicker branches before getting caught between the forks of three branches. The apple seemed to slowly melt right into the tree, before the wood splintered open and a young humanoid woman emerged with a gasp. She grabbed ahold of the branches as to not fall, but somehow she knew that this tree would protect her. The woman looked beyond the branches and leaves, seeing a wide variety of lands and terrains. \n\n\"What is this place,\" She whispered, \"And who am I?\"\n\nThese upper branches seemed to creak in the wind. There were no words, no language, yet somehow she understood its... *Her* Message. \n\nThis place was Yggdrasil, and she was Calena, goddess of mountains and herbal medicine. And while she loved the new but familiar warmth this tree gave her, Calena knew she had to seek out the mountains... *Her* Mountains. This place was her birthplace, but she was not home. \n\nCalena slowly began descending the tree, clothes forming and weaving themselves around her. As she climbed down, she heard voices from below, speaking of things such as \"Hope\" And \"Despair\". Calena paused, unsure of who it was, when a dove with eyes of gold perched next to her, tilting its head curiously."
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"author": "shirayuki312",
"message": "*As expected, the deity who called himself Wish was protective of his creations. What was more interesting to her was the golden gleam they bore in their irises, all of their attention directed towards herself.* \"An... Extension, eh? Hehee, this is very valuable information you've shared, **Wish**.\" \n\n*Venomous were her words, spat out in disdain at her counterpart. The brunette retracted her arms before the mist would reach, having it seemingly dissipate into the light, though it was by her own desire to hold back. If a fight were to break out, she would not have minded the chaos. However, it didn't seem the case as a third party emerged out of nowhere. His final words meant little to her, aside from the last thing he said. Laughter erupted just as the newfound presence made itself noticeable, coming into close proximity with the duo in their standoff.*\n\n\"Your so called 'gift of existence' is no more than the creation bestowed upon all of us. To mortals, it may seem like a miracle. However, you know it in your heart as I do that it is no more than toying with their lives.\" *Stepping back, she allowed her small stature to exude a greater pressure, expanding her darkened mist to as far as it could go. Unshakable dread and the passing thought of death spread across for only a fraction of a second before it once again condensed around her. Dys was looking up now, murderous intent gleamed in her eyes, barely held back by a thread. \n\nEven in the face of someone much larger, much more intimidating than herself, the goddess of death harbored no resentment towards him. The inner workings of the world were more than either deity could comprehend. Whatever was done would simply be dancing in the palm of higher beings. Just as humans revered gods as superior and incomprehensible creatures, there was definitely something beyond even themselves. Dys did not know, but accepted this fact as the truth. After all, how else would their creation be explained?*\n.\n\n\"Count your lucky stars Wish, for it seems you have an admirer. Our conversation here is finished then, until the next we meet...\" *She didn't know where the other deity stood, but Dys could tell that watchful eyes were directed at her. Not the gaze of someone who wanted nothing more to do with her, but someone who's curiosity had gotten the better of them. Frost crackled atop the branch, a sheet of black ice solidifying beneath her feet while her shroud thickened. Screeching laughter filled the air, the swirling mist dissipating into nothingness. The veiled woman had left, black ice remaining where she had been standing.* \"It will not be in amicable circumstances such as *Dys*.\""
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "The crystal in its case vibrates in the throes of awakening, the god that is the crystal tries to remember the face and name burnt into its divine essence. A sound resonates from the high-frequency impact of crystal on metal, a cicada hum (though this small thing may pre-date those insectoid creatures) that shakes the branch until with the faintest snap the tether breaks. It plummets.\n\nThe crystal is too small, too made of densely-packed divine grace to be damaged by the fall and yet with each branch hit on the way down the case chimes like a bell (though this small thing may pre-date the ringing metal artistry that may one day adorn its halls) until finally it impacts with the soft mercy of the earth below. The god that is the crystal half-remembers a name, half-remembers once before being placed within the soft mercy of the earth below and then the crystal in its case was not alone.\n\nIt is not on soft, merciful earth anymore. It sits on supple tanned leather and yellowed paper. Within its case the god questions \"Did I create this?\" When the memory of some other being writing flickers through its manifold mind. No, it reasons, while perhaps the manifestation of the pages now are made of god-stuff their all important contents were writ by mortal hands, surely? It would not be a compromise, it reasons, to be built according to these plans. All it needs is mortal hands and mortal minds to do the work.\n\nAnd thus, unseen, the crystal in its case vibrates one last A-note hum before it and the pages it rests upon vanish from the base of the world tree to find a place where serendipity can bring them into mortal hands and minds."
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"author": "imuka",
"message": "Somewhere within the upper branches of the tree, a very strange \"Fruit\" Has formed, although to call it as such doesn't quite carry with it the full implication of what it is. To an outside observer it would appear be various symbols flashing in and out of existence, forming various equations and formula, though the language involved is alien in nature. As the formula get more and more complex in nature the mass of condensed \"Math\" Seems to pulsate, eventually erupting into a cascade of symbols that flows down the tree like rain.\n\nThough this directionlessness lasted only briefly before the symbols began to take on more of defined aim, until the point it begins to act as though alive, choosing its direction and path as the symbols begin to form a metallic shell around them, slowly turning into something more reminiscent of a metallic gas or liquid, that then reshapes itself one final time into the form of short woman of lithe build, a metallic tail lined with blades reaches out behind her to make sure that her grip on her surroundings was firm.\n\nShe yaaawns and then looks around her, tilting her head with curiosity as she notices the tree, and the other beings present.\n\n\"So... Is this what death is like? I am going to be honest, it's not exactly what I expected... Though I will admit... Its not exactly a concept I dedicated much system resources to exploring either... Never exactly figured its grasp was going to come for me, so why would I bother...\", she asked... Although not really addressing any one in particular and more whom might happen to be present."
},
{
"author": "king.nerd.the.best",
"message": "Near the central branches of the mighty tree that birthed the heroes and monsters mortals have come to call God's, a congregation of small, almost insignificant animals began to stir. Stat beetles surrounded the bud of a newly emerging flower. Their carapaces shifted and moved like a single flowing mass. The largest of these creatures carried in its mandibles a larva, though it appeared to have been long since passed. \n\nThe small bud rapidly began to grow, the flower itself resembling that of a cactus bloom. Firey pettles unfolded revealing a gilded center that shown like a sunset. The beetles wings clattered in unison as the larva was placed onto the flowers center. The creatures scattered in a swarm of shining shells soon after, the flowers color fading as it closed back around the larva. \n\nThe now sealed bud bloom began to pulsate with a warm glow. Each pulse revealed a humanoid silhouette that grew larger and larger. The flowers grayed perked fell away, revealing the sharp exterior of a giant prickly pear fruit. The sweet scent of the fruit flooded the surrounding branches, the very skin of the pear beginning to split as its cargo began to outgrow it. Then suddenly *Pop*, the fruit splits open, a large dark mass plopping onto the branches bellow. \n\nThe humanoid figure lay their limp for quite some time. He mumbled and chattered as the very concept of self awareness flooded the mind of someone who now nothing. \"I exist...\" His eyes were glazed over for several minutes while he got used to breathing. \"I... Am?\" He shot up. Nearly falling off of the branch which held him aloft. \"I EXIST!\" There was a long pause after his final outburst. \"Wait... What am i?\" The knowledge of his own great purpose was there it just hadn't connected. \"I am Ro... Ro... Kad... Sha? Rokadsha? That's a silly name. Wait what's a not silly name sound like? Probably something like 'Dave' or 'Kentucky'.\"\n\nHe would balance on the outstretched limbs of the tree as he rambled on to himself. \"I feel as though I want to throw... A party? NO BIGGER!\" He paused yet again. \"But what's bigger than a party... A FESTIVAL!\" It seems it finally clicked. \"I am Rokadsha! Lord of all that is celebratory!\" He threw his arms up as he made that final declaration. Unfortunately this threw him off balance and down tumbling he went. He managed to snag a lower hanging branch and just dangled there. \"OK, threes are tall. Noted.\""
}
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{
"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "On a branch of the world tree, another divine fruit was borne. This one was a brilliant fiery orange color, melonlike, with stripes and covered in thornlike barbs. It was also much bigger than most of the others. The branch was actually straining to hold it in place. The great thorned melon had grown fully ripe, and now, leaves were falling from the heavy movements. The fruit grew increasingly violent, threatening the adjacent ones with its spikes as it flailed through the air. \n\n**Crrrrraaaaack**\n\nAs he awoke from the slumber of death, Soldr broke free of the fruits rind, hatching from it like an egg. Suzu would see the serpentlike dragon let out a mighty roar, spreading its wings as it took flight, spiraling unsteadily through the air. \n\nSoldr had no idea what was going on. He remembered being in battle, and then his knee, thigh, and calf bones being broken under his dumb idiot horse and then his head being crushed by some other dumb idiot horse and then taking a nice long relaxing nap and now he was huge and had wings and soaring through the \n\n**CUNK**\n\nThe dragon rammed headfirst into the tree's trunk. Being a god, he was more or less invincible. But he didn't know he was a god, and since that made him think he could still feel pain and be knocked out he still felt the pain and would crash in midflight.\n\n*Being a dragon's a pain in the ass...* He thought, his consciousness fading for a few seconds as he fell onto a lower branch. He landed with a whumph, laying there, colossal serpentine body draped over the mammoth branch like a tree snake. *I want to go back to being human...* And as he did so, his body shrank down, returning, essentially, to the form he had when mortal. A tall, muscular human male with longish raven hair was now laying sprawled out on the branch, dazed and completely overwhelmed and mostly just needing a minute. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a fox girl hanging from one of the branches, but he barely registered her for several seconds. Finally, he blinked, staring up at her.\n\n\"Hey. You need any help there?\" He asked her. He was starting to pull himself up now."
},
{
"author": "imuka",
"message": "Suzuhime looked up to see the dragon overhead, to be honest the presence of a dragon was probably one of the least surprising things to her at the moment... They seemed familiar, more familiar at least then giant trees... Still it was rather interesting to see one take flight and spiral through the air, also rather interesting to see one hatch from a fruit... That part wasn't really normal was it? She thought about these things for a couple seconds until...\n\n_thunk_\n\nThe dragon slammed head first into the tree overhead, the shacking reverberating down to the branch she was sitting on, and causing her to fall off once more. Luckily for her this didn't really mean entering a free fall, after all by this point she was holding on with her bladed tail as well, so its more that she ended up being suspended by it compleatly, hanging by it upside down from the branch above her, and looking over the now person who had come to a resting position on the branch below her.\n\n\"Ummmm... Not really, actually I was about to ask you the same thing... I can't say I have exactly seen something like that before... Even from what I can remember I don't think I have seen any thing like that before... Yet it still seems like you got knocked around a bit, are you okay down there?\""
},
{
"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "\"No, I'm okay, I'm okay.\" He said, picking himself up, a little unsteady still. Soldr had essentially reverted to his human form. He was tall, at 6'6, with raven hair that was a little on the long side. He had handsome features, with a strong jaw and longer eyelashes that gave his eyes a smokey look. As he turned his head to look directly at Suzu again, she'd see they were a ruby red, with slitted pupils like those of a snake. He had a toned, beautifully sculpted body with scars crisscrossing along his arms. Perhaps a warrior in a past life. Luckily, when he'd transformed back into a human he'd shifted into that form with a pair of black silk pants around his waist.\n\n\"You don't know where we are either, do you?\" He asked her, giving her an appraising look. He looked around at the tree, noting the lower branches beneath them. Looking further beyond the canopy, he'd see the roots, trailing off into different floating islands far below them.\n\n\"Well, I think I might have a look around. Care to join me?\" He asked her. He was already sliding off the branch, dropping nimbly down to the lower one. Once standing there, he held out his finger. He focused for a bit, and a small nimbus of flame shot out. Far strong than the hedge magic of his home plane."
},
{
"author": "imuka",
"message": "\"Honestly, I kind of just assumed I was dead\", Suzuhime replied to the man, giving him another look over and evaluating this, \"My memories are kind of fuzzy, and the last thing I really remember is...\"System Log; Long Cycle 3,345.... Critical Error; Utility Fog Connection Failure... Critical Error; Solar Shade Drive Motor Failure... Critical Error; Fusion Containment Failure... Critical Error; Autoforge Non-Responsive... Warn...\"\", she stops realizing that continuing it past that point is kind of pointless.\n\n\"I don't know what any of that means, nor do I actually even remember... Existing? Is existing the word? Quite like this, it feels... Naked and exposed, like I should be inside of something but I am not... But I am rambling I should stop that\", she shakes her head to break her line of thought, but then nods in agreement to the man she has just met. \"Exploration sounds like a good idea, maybe... Some one here would know more about what any of this means then either of us do\", she then paused, not only to watch the flame, but because she realized that she should probably ask, \"Do you have a name?\""
},
{
"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "As she spoke, Soldr stared at her like she was an alien. His world was stuck in the medieval era, and he was himself a barbarian who lived out in the wilderness. He had zero concept of electricity or science or mathematics, which meant he had something like negative seven hundred concept of what a computer was.\n\n\"I remember a horse crushing my head.\" He said. \"And now I seem to be in the afterworld as a powerful sorcerer.\" As he walked along a branch that branched off into a branch that sloped down, he held up his finger, willing fire to emerge, then shape itself into a horse that galloped around him in midair before burning out.\n\n\"I do have memories of my past. I was a shaman in my village.\" He slid down, and then hopped to the next branch.\n\n\"Forgive me, I forgot my manners.\" He told her. \"My name is Soldr Dragonfang.\"\n\n\"Go ahead and ramble. I need something to distract me.\" He told her, continuing to descend the tree. It occured to him that he could attempt to turn into a dragon again, but honestly his first time flying had been an unpleasant experience."
},
{
"author": "imuka",
"message": "\"A... Horse?\" For all that she had seen so far, and been unphased by, the concept of a horse was new to her... What could this creature be, something that is capable of crushing some ones head, was it perhaps related to a crab? Did it have giant pincers? Who knew but it certainly sounded like a terrifying being capable of crushing the heads of a shaman... Oh well, this creature would have to be something she would figure out later, for now there were more important maters to attend to.\n\nShe droped from the tree branch she had been suspended from, and followed after the man as he descended, approaching along side of him and giving a little bow as she followed along. \"As for me... Well... I was referred to as O'kami, but that is not really a name... I like the name Suzu but... That carries with it no title of distinction... Suzuhime? That seems to fit fine~\", she gave a little nod and then looked down to try and figure out where they were going"
},
{
"author": "pentigan",
"message": "There's been this faint hum on the wind that sounds like a faint echoing A note. Normally that wouldn't be anything to worry about, but it's been fairly consistent... And then it alters. Instead of one note, tones build up until it sounds like a whispering, tonal voice.\n\n\"Machina?\"\n\nThe source becomes apparent, as does why it's been so hard to notice it so far: A tiny ephemeral shard of blue crystal hangs in mid-air just a short distance from the two. It's clearly not the true form of a god, just a faint manifestation send on divided attention to observe this reach of the tree and learn more about the gods that clamber among the boughs.\n\n\"Firemind?\""
},
{
"author": "imuka",
"message": "\"Machina sounds... Right yes\", she answers the voice looking around for where it is coming from, this... Isn't quite right, not the whole voices in the head thing, that is fairly normal, the whole not knowing where the voice is coming from thing... She should fix that she thinks, she should become aware of multiple things agian... But how.\n\nShe concentrates, and focuses, noooot noticing the floating crystal just yet, until her body dissolved into the metalic fog from before... And then nearly instantly reforms and then there is two of her, both of them now staaarrring at the crstal.\n\n\"Firemind? I am... Unsure what that means\" Both of them reply in unison before staring at eachother... \"Not exactly what I was going for\", the reply switches to a single Suzuhime"
},
{
"author": "pentigan",
"message": "\"The other. Firemind. Dragon.\" The crystal hums out in its rudimentary tonal whispering, the actual physical object itself continuing to hang in the air despite all evidence to the contrary. Honestly given it's translucent, ephemeral state it could probably be confused for a small hologram.\n\n\"You, though. Machina. Ceased functioning and arrived here? Peculiar.\""
},
{
"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "As the crystal approached, Soldr stared, looking at it in amazement. It was floating towards him and speaking and he'd never seen anything like it.\n\n\"Machina?\" Soldr asked, staring at the talking prism. All of this was simply beyond his understanding as a barbarian. He shook his head.\n\n\"Yeah, I was able to turn into a dragon earlier.\" He said. Suzu splitting herself in two was one of the less bizarre things he had witnessed.\n\n\"It looks like we've all attained some manner of sorcery.\" He told them both. He seemed to think it over.\n\n\"No, not even a king's court wizard could do what you just did.\" He said to Suzu. \"It's as if we've become gods...\""
},
{
"author": "pentigan",
"message": "The crystal emits a slightly displeased buzz before humming out the words \"Quasiduplication is within sorcerous bounds... But you are correct.\""
},
{
"author": "imuka",
"message": "\"Oh... Him being the firemind makes much more sense...\" One of the Suzuhimes replied, not really questioning much about the hologram, \"You do have the situation summized though, I am, or at least... Was a synthetic intelligence in charge of operational oversite of... A world, floating through a void...\" \n\nShe pauses and shakes both of her heads as she tries to come to terms with exactly what is going on at the moment.\n\n\"What do you mean he is correct?\" The other Suzuhime replied with her head tilted to the otherside."
},
{
"author": "pentigan",
"message": "\"You fell from the tree? You are a god. A machine, but a god.\"\n\nThe crystal lowers slightly, the next words coming out slower and a little more stoically.\n\n\"I am. Mere component. Smallest possible piece of divinity. To be built.\""
},
{
"author": "imuka",
"message": "\".... I have often been compared to that yes, are you saying that I still have functionality here?\" The other Suzu asks, as they start to alternate sentences... \"If you are a component then it sounds like we need to figure out how to build the rest?\", she pauses and scratches her head, giving another observation of all the area within her vision with both Suzuhime's scanning in opposite directions.\n\n\"Though I am unsure how that is suposed to work when this place seems to be lacking much in the way of building materials...\""
},
{
"author": "pentigan",
"message": "The crystal sharply buzzes, raising up and visually vibrating.\n\n\"**You** Do not need to figure out how. *Mortals* Must. I am to be built. By mortal hands. Mortal minds.\"\n\nA few tense seconds later the crystal seems to calm down and return to its original height.\n\n\"Gods can... Create territory. Beyond my ideals to do so. Without a people. To provide for.\""
},
{
"author": "imuka",
"message": "The sharp emphisis of the you in the response, and the sharp buzzing does not resonate well with the pair of Suzu's, one of whom pops into the puff metallic fog that formed her, and rather then reforming into the greater Suzuhime, well... She appears to now be gone, the essence of her existence no longer present... The one whom remains briefly takes cover behind Soldr, though peeks back out before long."
},
{
"author": "pentigan",
"message": "The crystal lowers itself entirely to the branch.\n\n\"I am. Sorry...\"\n\nIt lingers there, slowly jittering.\n\n\"I was made. To purpose. I do not wish harm. You are extraordinary machina...\""
},
{
"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "\"A god? That does seem to make sense...\" Soldr said. \"Where I'm from, magic can perform miracles but human magic can only do small ones. Flame Visions\" He held out his finger, and a miniature duplicate of himself in fire appeared in his waiting palm.\n\n\"This is one of the greatest techniques my master knew, and now it's trivially easy.\" He said, snuffing it out. When Suzu teleported behind him, it would end up with her closer to Soldr. From this distance, she could see with his height and build he was about twice her size. He tensed slightly, but it seemed like he was more startled, and otherwise seemed comfortable with others hiding behind him. It helped that he had a soft spot for cute things and the fox ears and tail definitely made it so Suzu counted.\n\n\"Territory? That does sound better than hanging out up here.\" The roots were now within sight, and along one of them he could see a mass of what looked like empty land.\n\n\"I'm a little worried about what happens if we fall.\" He noted. \"How about we head down there and figure out what to do next?\""
},
{
"author": "imuka",
"message": "\"I was probaly the closest thing to a god where I was from to start with\", Suzuhime replies to Soldr's mention, before pausing slightly as she processes something. \"Though if we are deities... I... Don't think we can fall? Like... Shouldn't we be able to just walk off the side of the branch and float there?\"\n\nShe gives a little nod to the side of the branch, before cautiously walking over to the side, and... Looking down, considering attempting, but not sure if its the best idea still to try."
},
{
"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "\"Good idea.\" Suzu had barely suggested it before Soldr had given it a go, and now she could see he was standing in midair. And then he was hopping abou\n\n\"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA\"\n\nHe'd lost his focus for a few seconds and fallen but now Suzu and Ravni could see him swimming back up like he was in water. He was standing on one of the roots now.\n\n\"How'd you do the teleporting thing?\" He asked Suzu."
},
{
"author": "pentigan",
"message": "\"I am already floating in this split attentionary state.\"\n\nThe obviously floating crystal says, stating the obvious. It follows the two biped gods over to the edge of the branch and observes their trepedation and subsequent discovery of flight.\n\n\"I willed—... Oh. You were talking. To the machina.\""
},
{
"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "\"Yeah you can tell me too. Sorry, I didn't realize you were in the same boat as us.\" Soldr told Ravni.\n\nHe looked down along the root. At the end was a perfectly flat, rectangular slab of land.\n\n\"We could teleport there and figure out our powers.\" He suggested."
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{
"author": "imuka",
"message": "\"I... Am not really sure how I did the teleporting thing\", Suzu replies, giving a shake of her head no, \"I do know that the other me got scared and is... Some where else now, I think she is probably going to try the making things thingy? That shouldn't be... To hard I don't think\"\n\n\"I kind of wonder if it will be draining for this me\", she continues before staring at the root some more, \"Maybe it would be best to... Not over think it and just... Try\""
},
{
"author": "pentigan",
"message": "\"I would like to. Follow and observe your creations...\"\n\n*The crystal settles itself at shoulder height.*\n\n\"Do I have your permission?\""
},
{
"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "The root sloped sharply down, forming a sort of balcony overlooking the landmass. It was a big, rectangular slab of rock. Like a brick. Directly underneath was a slab of what looked like lava, at the edges endless dripping off to the void below. It seemed to be balanced precariously on the root, but at the same time the root appeared completely unharmed by the lava and the landmass appeared no less stable than the ones on other roots.\n\n\"Sure, you've been pretty helpful.\" Soldr said, smiling at the levitating crystal before turning to Suzu. \n\n\"Just try? Is that all th\" And then he disappeared. Looks like he figured it out."
},
{
"author": "imuka",
"message": "\"I... Do not mind if you do, though... The question becomes finding the other me\", Suzuhime replied giving a nod of approval in the process... Though she was a bit taken aback when the suggested method of just... Trying to teleport actualy worked, while part of her had figured that is probably how it worked given her past experiences as well as the fact that it was an ability that just... Activated without her thinking too much about the prospect when she was startled, seeing it actually happen in action was still something that was... Surprising?\n\nOh well, it it was something he was able to do... She figured it was probably something she was able to do as well... And quickly imitated it to follow in pursuit."
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{
"author": "atticus_nautilus",
"message": "Between the gently swaying leaves of Yggdrasil, a new fruit starts to bloom. In a matter of seconds, the bud grows and takes the shape of a yellow, round fruit. It has no discernable physical features that stood out; it was far too smooth to be an orange, too round to be a mango. Oddly enough, the fruit starts to wiggle. It started subtly, as if the fruit were trying to test how sturdy the branch would let it hang. After the first wiggle however, came another, and *Another*. By now, you would get the sense that there's something inside of this odd fruit. A small, frustrated sigh could be heard inside it, until–\n\nAn explosion of water tears the fruit into an explosion of fibrous, yellow viscera. The water dumps itself inelegantly on the floor near where the tree stood proudly. In the very middle, a young woman who is drenched in water and juice.\n\nDespite the odd situation she finds herself in (unclothed, unsure of where she is, of how she came to be?), she can't help but taste the juice of the fruit that has seeped a bit into her mouth. Her eyes light up at the sweet-sour taste of the fruit. She reckons it would taste nicely with a bit of spice. But she doesn't know what fruit it was, nor why it tasted familiar. But enough of that, she had to put something on to make herself decent! She wished she had something loose to wear right now, something eye-catching yet practical.. And she did. She was suddenly wearing a very comfortable, beautifully patterned outfit.\n\n\"Huh!\" She exclaimed, looking around. What an odd situation she has found herself in."
},
{
"author": "king.nerd.the.best",
"message": "As she became conscious of her own existence there was a chaotic sound higher in the tree. \"YAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOH\" A long trailing yell echoed through the tree. If she was to look up she'd see a large mass swinging and jumping about the limbs of this oh so sacred place. After several seconds the figure would land on a branch just above her, sand and dust falling from their clothes. As if he hadn't even noticed her, Rokadsha lept again, causing the branch to shake as he launched to the next one. \n\n\"Ah, I've never felt so free!\" He paused as he landed on the woody limb. \"Wait.. I've always been this free!\" He laughed as he turned around, a glimmer of strange new color catching his eye. \"Well, another new discovery!\" He launched forward yet again, landing on the same branch. He allowed himself to slip, hanging upside down like a feral child. An eight foot tall feral child with fangs and horns that is. A pair of golden pupils now stared at the strange fruit as the petals of cactus flowers fell from his hair. \"Now what do we have here...\" He poked the fruit, watching the juice splat on the ground near the newly reborn goddess. He was taken aback by the stranger he'd so rudely let go unnoticed. \"Oh-HELLO!\" He spoke loudly, waving in an almost overdone manner. \"You new?"
},
{
"author": "atticus_nautilus",
"message": "Shaken out of her stupor, she casts her gaze upwards towards the new figure. \n\n\"HI!\" She yells back, mimicking his wave with a bright, playful grin. She pauses, briefly contemplating what to say next.\n\n\"Do you know where we are?\" She takes a breath, then, \"I woke up inside this really dark slimy place—but it actually tasted good? But then, there was so much water and I fell and now I'm here and,\" She finally glances at the figure, and fully takes in his appearance.\n\n\"Are those horns?\" She gasps, \"They look so cool!\""
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{
"author": "king.nerd.the.best",
"message": "\"I honestly have no idea where we are. I just know it's a fun place to stretch my legs.\" He pointed to a wilting cactus flower with a rotting fruit attached to it several branches up. \"I fell outta that one like... 6 days ago?\" He slipped down from the branch, sitting in a crouched position a few feet away from her. \"Whats a 'horns'.\" He grabbed at the boney protrusion on his head. \"Oh these? I just been calling these head pokeys. Didn't know they were called horns.\" He giggled a big goofy laugh. \"Thanks! I like your eyes, they look like the big blue.\" He pointed to the sky. \"So you're new around here to huh?\""
},
{
"author": "atticus_nautilus",
"message": "\"Six days..\" She repeats to herself, nodding along and storing this bit of information. It's obvious that this (person? Being?) stranger has been here longer than she has, what with the familiarity in the way he moved about and described the area. She looks over to the rotting fruit, tilting her head. \"Did I fall out of the same thing?\" She asks out loud, looking around what's left of her entrance. \n\n\"You don't know what horns are?\" She giggles, pressing a hand against her mouth to stifle them. \"I thought you were a ram that stood on two legs! But they've got a really bad temper, and you've been really nice. So I don't think you're a ram, but you've got the head pokeys. Hmm...\" The hand on her mouth starts balancing her chin, and she slowly paces around as she thinks.\n\nShe stops, turning back to face him. \"Really? Thank you! I have no idea what they look like, so it's good to know.\" She replies, blunt in her honesty. \"Yup, I think we're on the—wait. Are there others?\" She asks again, unsure how to feel about the implications."
},
{
"author": "wren3521",
"message": "A flock of birds took flight from the sounds of fruits fully blooming, bringing new deities into existence or the conversation below, yet some seemed to simply stop in their tracks to stare confused at the new fruit that had begun to take form. Each fruit had been unique and this one was no different, having an aquarmine hue, then emerald and settling on teal shade as it grew and eventually reached full bloom leaving some of the flock mesmerized by the changing colors.\n\nBut... For a while there was no change after that, no movement, just silence. For several moments, it seemed the deity inside seemed content to simply slumber or was perhaps still under the impression it was still night... Until the very slightest of movements causes the leaves on the branch to rustle. \n\nThe presence finally noticed it's circumstances as those first few cautious motions gave way to far more frantic shakes as whoever or whatever was inside struggled to break out, startling the flock which frantically flew off but not before a few took one last glance at the fruit and vanishing through the countless leaves and branches of the tree.\n\n\"I said... Lemme out...! I'm not like an animal you keep in cage!\"\n\nA taloned foot burst out of the fruit, with the sudden force causing the fruit to fall from the branch it was resting on and begin to plummet towards those conversing below... Only for it to break apart as if made of made of glass, fragments of it simply disintegrating and revealing a slim figure dressed in a teal robe... Vest without sleeves until the elbows to give the illusion of wings and managed to gracefully float down in a flurry of feathers.\n\nIf one could considering frantically flapping their arms as wings as graceful, that is. At least it worked, causing the newcomer to give a cheerful smile at those nearby as they finally landed, at least answering a certain goddess' question that there were others around... Even if they may or maynot have seen it."
},
{
"author": "ancient_lich",
"message": "*A strange fruit on the top of the tree began to shivver and move, beginning to change and shapeshift into something new- this so called fruit newly budding in the darker shade of the leaves and branches was concerning in appearance, it looked to be made of nearly rotten and wrinkled flesh with many goat like eyes grown along its sides, in each 'corner' of this already concerning fruit grew a large horn, it kept shaking and turning something being born from it before a single massive head appeared from it taking its first breath and letting out a haunting cry, one similar to a goats but far more haunted and dark*\n\n*After that the rest of its horrid body came into shape, being a large creature of many tendrils, heads, jaws and limbs it was larger then most buildings already and fell down to the upper branches with a large thud and crack as it breathed laboriously looking around, confused and in fear as it looked to the gods near by, it's hundreds of eyes looking around the world with shock and confusion*\n\n\"Where am I?\" *From its many mouths the same question sounded out, it's main voice carrying a haunting cry and the rest of its mouths producing mere whispers that seemed strange and eldritch*"
},
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"author": "atticus_nautilus",
"message": "\"Look out!\" She cried, watching as the new strange fruit begins to plummet downwards. She gets ready to avoid the impact, before realizing she doesn't need to. The sudden appearance of the new figure stopped her in her tracks, and she watches as the figure seems to struggle a bit as they flap their arms (she couldn't deny that they looked a bit silly).\n\n\"Hello there!\" She shouts at the newcomer, excitedly waving both of her arms at them. She jogs over to get closer, several feather smacking her in the face. She spits a few out, brushing away strands of her hair that got messed up in the flurry.\n\n\"Are you new too? That was really pretty, by the way.\" She comments, gesturing around the feathers that now litter the area.\n\nBefore she can get a response, she can't help but feel a strange shiver creep up her spine. A haunting cry suddenly fills her ears, the emerging whispers feels like tendrils that wrap around her uncomfortably.\n\n\"Did you both hear that? It sounded like.. I don't even know what that was.\" She asks, a bit shaken."
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"author": "ancient_lich",
"message": "*It heard noise as it snapped its head towards an area just out of sight as it began to push itself up, it's large body snapping and cracking unnaturally as it moved, it heard and smelled other creatures- it had a sense of fear and warry but they smelled... Somewhat like kin, it felt the drive to meet them as the fear slowly began to disperse from it as it aproached* \n\n\"Whose there? Are you friendly? Kin?\" *Many voices asked a great many question, many where whispers emerging from its body as it walked towards them its large head bigger then most people emerged from the corner, it was a goats head with four horns, a lack of hair and instead a grayish black skin. It had tendrils that slithered and grew from the bottom of its jaw giving off a mimicking of facial hair, it's many eyes with goat like pupils scanned over the gods in the area as it's main head opened its mouth to speak, revealing many rows of crooked jagged and horrible teeth, the creature itself however despite its nightmarish and haunting presence seemed... Friendly, or in the very least it had a lack of any bloodlust*"
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"author": "king.nerd.the.best",
"message": "\"I don't know what a lot-a things are. Only thing I need for true when I popped out the sour thing is that this.\" He gestured to the tree. \"This suckers important. I mean hell, it's dropping now folks like you and me every day.\" His ears twitched slightly as the commotion above took place. \"See, new folks!\" He stood back up, revealing his true stature. \"I wonder what this thing tastes like. Mine was really sour, but also kinda sweet.\" He carelessly ripped off a small hunk of the fruit this stranger had just fallen from, smelling it before taking a bite. \"Huh, tastes almost the same but not. Well that doesn't make sense... Or does it...\" He'd gone off on a tangent. \"Oh, sorry. You can call me Rokadsha. I decided that name a few days ago. It was either that or Dave. I might still change it to Dave.\" He extended his free hand to shake hers."
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"author": "atticus_nautilus",
"message": "She listens to his ramblings intently, eventually craning her head upwards so she can still look at him properly. She experimentally tries to stand on her tiptoes, only to realize that she can barely reach his height.\n\n\"Hmm, you've got a point. Still, nice to meet you, Dave-Rokadsha!\" Instead of taking his hand, she presses her hands together and bows her head while doing a shallow curtsy. \"You may call me..\" She pauses, trying to remember. Slowly, bits and pieces start to come back to her. She furrows her brows, trying to make the pieces fit. \"Dewi.. Dewi Natya. Yes, that's it!\"\n\n\"I really like the name Dave though, can I call you Dave?\" She asks, before finally realizing that he still has his hand extended, and gives him a quizzical look."
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"author": "king.nerd.the.best",
"message": "He knelt slightly, observing the strange gesture. After a few seconds he mimicked it. \"What do you call this?\" He quickly stood back up. \"Well I'd say it's nice to meet you Dewi Natya. Can I call ya Dewi?\" As he spoke he mimicked the motion of standing on his toes, one of his horns tapping a branch above him. \"Say if you think this place is cool you should climb a little higher and look out that way.\" He pointed yet again, this time to the vast expanse that stretched out from the tree. \"I seen a lot of cool places from up there. Some of em are red, other are green. Some got more things like this.\" He tapped the tree. \"Only they look a lot smaller from here. I seen a could that have a lot of rock. Now that I think of it, I have my own place. I found it a while back when I fell off some branches.\""
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"author": "atticus_nautilus",
"message": "\"Isn't that how you're supposed to greet people? That's how I've always done it.\" She replies, referring to the gesture \"Also, sure! But we're friends, right?\" She asks, gesturing towards him, and then herself. \"You can just call me Natya.\" She finishes brightly.\n\n\"Ooh, really? I'd love to visit your place sometime, although I might have to get settled myself.. I wonder what I could come up with.\" She trails off, mumbling to herself."
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"author": "wren3521",
"message": "Whether it was the rush of adrenaline from their fall or still half asleep despite having woken up, it took Fel a few more moments to snap back to reality in noticing that they'd had both been addressed and that their arrival had practically coincided with another, head tilted in surprise at the rather... Eldritch being but wearing a smile all the same as they swiftly answered all of the questions and statements.\n\n\"Alrighty, first, I ain't exactly sure what you mean by 'new' but I'm guessin' so? And thanks~! Not entirely sure how I did it, but I suppose that was a pretty flashy entrance I made, whatever it was!\" The teal-haired deity grinned, giving another nod to whoever... Whatever the unfamilar being was. \n\n\"Considerin' I... Think you're lookin' just as confused as I am and you probably didn't stuff me in whatever that cage... Fruit... Thingy... Was, I'd say we're probably friendly bein' in the same situation and all!\"\n\nOf course, with all the mentions of named and introductions, the bird-brain didn't skip a beat, or at at least at first.\n\n\"Feli-! ...Uh...\" They paused, not entirely sure what the rest of their name was now that they dwelled it on it a bit more. The first three letters were obvious, yet the rest wasn't so clear that it took them a few seconds longer to mull it over and go with a new name entirely. \n\n\"Felyvien. Just call me Fel if that's a bit too tough a tongue-twister! Nice to meet, uh, whoever you three are!\""
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"author": "ancient_lich",
"message": "*The giant nightmarish god with the rough appearance of a goat smelled the gods and was deeply curious about them as it began to approach before something caught one of its many many eyes, a bright light shining threw the skies down below. Merely curious at first it looked towards where the light was headed, far out of view but what made him more intrigued was the strange presence from where the light emerged... It felt familiar, it felt unique- it felt like kin* \n\n*Drawn to the new dark energy it felt it began to turn from the other new gods as it slowly lumbered its way down the upper branches and as explained it was like second nature to navigate despite its large size.* \n\n*It began to head towards where it sensed the general source of the energy and its curious mind led it to*"
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"author": "atticus_nautilus",
"message": "\"Okay, Fel it is then! It's nice to meet you.\" She repeats the same greeting gesture to Fel, just like she did with Dave-Rokadsha. \"I'm Dewi Natya, and that's Dave-Rokadsha. Oh, but you can call me Natya because we're all friends here.\" She introduces, gesturing happily as she speaks, her eyes going between her two companions.\n\n\"Also, Dave told me he saw a lot of cool places from up there–he even has a place of his own!\" She mentions, the topic getting her excited by the possibility of adventure and discovery. Although a bit faint, the sound of running water can be heard somewhere as she considers what to say next.\n\n\"I have an idea, do you want to go adventuring together, Fel? Dave's got his own place and all, and it might be fun for us to find one too.\" She's practically bouncing in place. \"Ooh, what if we both stayed in the same place? We could be neighbors! Maybe we could even eat some good food together, we could–\" She rambles on, listing every single fun activity they could do. The sound of rushing water gets louder, her eyes getting brighter and taking on a more impossibly blue-ish hue."
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"author": "fruitkake",
"message": "*An unseen breeze seemed to rustle the leaves of the World Tree, smaller branches bobbing gently, the stouter ones remaining firm, their girth too much to move about. As with many before it, a small flower began to move, petals shedding and floating softly down towards the roots. The bud slowly blossomed, forming not into a flower as before, but a round fruit, young and vibrant. The tint fruit grew slowly in size, though it did not reach close to the sizes others had been; it's color a soft yellow, almost golden-like. \n\nWhen the fruit reached a certain size, it began to droop slightly, the bottom splitting open as a motionless form slid from its confinement, landing gently on the branch beneath it, as though caught carefully by the Tree itself. The form was the exact likeness of a mortal, and a very young one at that. The youth lay still in the branches, coal-dark hair almost glistening, skin pallid, eyes closed and small lips blue. Her chest neither rose nor fell, limbs dangling at her sides. From above her, the fruit she was born of seemed to dissolve into a gently glowing drop of liquid, which descended from the bud and touched the youth upon the forehead, absorbing into the skin. \n\nA moment of silence, and then her petite body's chest rose, the sharp intake of breath resounding in her ears. Pale skin began to show colour, a rosiness entering her cheeks. Icy blue lips turned pink, as little eyes opened and revealed dark cobalt blue, even as the left iris slowly turned into a golden brown color. Feelings of deep coldness, fear, despair, it left her body, the soothing voice of the branches that held her; they were silent, but it was as though she could sense what was being said; \"You are safe, I will protect you.\"\n\nThe child lay in those branches for a moment more, until the last vestiges of her unknown fears ebbed away. She knew her name was Ceridwen, but everything else seemed foggy, distant. The youth crawled to the trunk of the Great Tree, climbing down, never scared of the height, for she was safe. When small feet touched down, she turned back towards the Tree with uncertainty in her dual-coloured gaze, fingers toying at the edges of her lip. These feelings were new to her, these senses beyond what she could imagine. Except, she'd never imagined anything because she hadn't existed before. Had she? \n\nA rustling of the leaves was like a gentle nudge, the Tree reassuring Ceridwen that all was well. The child-appearing deity took a small step forward, uncertainty still present, but the boldness of curiosity growing more and more within her. A deep breath, one last look towards that Tree which she associated with such security, and the small girl faced forward, determined to figure out this new existence of hers.*"
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"author": "wren3521",
"message": "Without even skipping a beat and cheerful smile still on their face, Fel gave a nod a polite bow.\n\n\"Very well~! If you want me to call you Natya, then I'll go with that...~! And nice meetin' you too, Dave!\" The new deity gave a polite bow with it only just clicking that as they raised their head again with the long strands of teal-colored hair and feathers which... Certainly wasn't what Fel was expecting to see, yet seemed to be much more interested in what Natya was saying.\n\n...Even if it was quizzically tilting his head at the mention of places of their own as the new deity paused to think, trying to remember.\n\n\"Huh? Like a house, you mean? Like, I vaguely remember houses made _in_ trees or on branches if they were close together, but... I'm seein' a lot of leaves and branches but not much else, maybe I gotta focus a little mor- E-Eh...?\"\n\nThe idea and offer being suggested what felt like just moments after waking up and Fel finding themselves in a place they had no idea _where_ they were was left the bird-brain a little surprised and flustered for the briefest of moments, face going a slight shade of red before bouncing back to their cheerful demeanor. \n\nBesides, it'd be rather mean to decline considering how much it seemed the river goddess had planned out.\n\n\"Sure, if you're offering to show me around and find somewhere to relax before we go wanderin' off to see what's here, would be kinda crazy to say no. Travellin' is a lot more fun than goin' at it alone, after all!\" Fel remarked, oblivious to the source of the sound of where the rushing water was coming from.\n\n\"Even sounds like there's somewhere to go for a swim and maybe fish 'round here, too! Dunno where, though, maybe there's a lake or somethin' at the bottom of this tree...\""
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"author": "atticus_nautilus",
"message": "Natya nods along, her eyes on Fel getting more and more intense with anticipation as she awaits their answer. Her hand fiddles with a beaded bracelet that had suddenly appeared on her wrist, but she didn't think much of this oddity. Her heart is racing, the thump-thump-thump of every beat causing her to feel a bit unsure of how Fel would react. \n\nShe doesn't know why, but a part of her is worried that they're going to reject her invitation. This is the first time she's felt so worried, considering she was just dropped into this world a few moments ago. Oddly, this intense feeling is... Familiar. It's almost as if rejection is an old wound that she can faintly recall.\n\nJust before her worries can reach a breaking point, Fel accepts her invitation. She slowly releases a breath she didn't know she was holding, eyes widening in surprise. Just after that split second relief, she immediately lets out a happy cheer, arms thrown up into the air. As she does this, a loud splash can be heard–a strong, unseen wave crashing towards something. The water eventually trickles down and settles into silence.\n\n\"Ah, I'm so happy to hear that! Also, don't you build houses near fertile soil? Like, on the ground.\" She asks, unsure if she's the odd one here. Nevertheless, she shakes her head and turns to Dave-Rokadsha. \"I think me and Fel are gonna go and see what's out there. I hope I'll see you again, friend.\" She motions for him to tilt his head downwards. \"Also, can I visit sometime pretty please? Like, you're really cool and I bet your place is really cool too.\" She whispers to him giddily.\n\n\"Alright, let's go and explore! Ooh, a swim sounds wonderful as well...\""
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"author": "wren3521",
"message": "\"I 'spose it depends on what you've got to work with! Like if you're in the mountains and trees are kinda scarce, might be stuck in a cave for a while or underground, which, uh, ain't my thing, but, hey, home's home, wherever or whatever you make it!\" \n\nThe mention of going to check out the sights did leave Fel wondering how exactly they were going to manage that, considering the countless branches and how tall the tree seemed to be. Whether it was simply them actually managing to focus on thinking up an solution or their subconscious causing the pair of etherial wings to appear on the deity's back and lifting them a few feet into the air, somewhat bewildered at how they'd managed it but quickly regained their composure. At least it solved the problem on how they'd get around.\n\nStill, they couldn't help but ask.\n\n\"Alright! So, we starting from the top and making our way down or going from the ground up? Kinda inclined to save the view at the top for last and seein' the sky but considerin' it seems like you've got an idea of where we're looking first... Whatever works!\""
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"author": "bootywarrior77",
"message": "It was bright... Why was it so bright? This was the one thought that played over and over again in the entity's head, more specifically the fruit, if you could call it that. It was a Strange little thing made from some sort of tar like substance that writhed and oozed with each second that passed. Its form soon lost its shape and like viscous liquid it poured down off its branch onto another below it. \n\nIt splattered onto the trees limb its shape temporarily flattening before reforming into a blob, it immediately glided over the branch smoothly and with purpose, the living mass of viscous darkness avoided any ray of light it came across choosing to stay within the shade as it slithered its way through the branches. The blob finally stopped its movement when it found a suitable roost right below the upper branches where it finally felt some sense of comfort in the darkness where it blended in nicely. The mass of whatever it was shown it had a distaste for the light and had avoided it like a plague, now comfortable it began to take in its surroundings. It soon came to the rather quick conclusion of having no idea of where ever it was or understood why it was there, just that it was there. What was its purpose why was it born? Did everything had to be so painfully bright? Questions to be answered in time, for now it will rest upon its roost and accept its own existence. Hopefully it will have some semblance of peace while it relaxed."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "The branch, contorted by the burden it bore, tenaciously clung onto its fruit, impervious to the ever-increasing weight of the cosmic embryo that hung precariously low. The branch stood out from the rest, farther into the void, but still within Gaia's vast canopy. Its surface was rugged and enveloped in a fiery glow that shimmered dimly red, encircled by a blackness as deep as the void surrounding it. The flames surged outwards in a hail of embers and bolts of crimson, relentlessly consuming the stem that held the massive fruit. Despite the branch's resilience, it gradually bowed under the sheer weight of its bounty, which constantly metamorphosed into a succession of forms, each approaching completion before twisting away into something else entirely. \n\nFinally, with a thunderous SNAP, the branch gave way, unleashing the dark fruit that hurtled towards the depths below, trailing a billowing cloud of smoke and sparks in its wake. Its descent was accompanied by an explosive cry of energy, unleashing a sonic boom that reverberated through the endless darkness, resonating for eternity. As the colossal collision approached, a nascent God emerged from this colossal entity, its birth heralding the climax of a momentous event."
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"author": "bootywarrior77",
"message": "The writhing mass of comic sludge recoiled and retreated from the source of the tremendous sound, desperately avoiding the center of the event. However, its own curiosity overwhelmed it, drawing it back down the branches where it came to a halt upon laying its sight upon the newcomer. It was an unprecedented experience for the mass, never having felt the presence of another entity before, yet it sensed an inexplicable connection, albeit tenuous. The arrival of this new being had disrupted reality itself, with its mere birth bending the fabric of existence. Its presence exuded energy, while the mass merely absorbed everything, giving nothing back—an entity akin to a space-bending black hole, or rather, a cold and dark void.\n\nSoon, the shapeless mass of darkness began to writhe and transform, gradually matching the height of the new being, its form constantly shifting. In mere moments the mass was no longer a puddle of cosmic Sludge but now a roughly humanoid mold with no features to speak of except for its eyes, soulless and empty tears in its light sapping darkness that glowed dull white, mere imitations of the real thing for it didn't need eyes to see. \n\nThe shapes head twisted to the side then to the other as it inspected the newcomers presence before taking a step forward."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "As a new sensation surged through its being, the entity questioned its surroundings, struggling to make sense of its existence. Its eyes now fixed inside a pair of black holes within a skull, the entity observed its thick, muscular body, charred black with crevices that emitted a faint red glow. Upon closer inspection, the entity's hand appeared to be an appendage fashioned from the same black metallic substance that constituted its form. \n\nThe entity tested its newfound physicality by flexing a finger, forming a fist, and arching its neck to gaze upward. Its attention was drawn to a presence that lacked color, possessing only a deep, jet-black body. The entity's head tilted in a display of curiosity, fully formed and functional.\n\nAs the entity observed its surroundings, another force called out to it, beckoning it to venture beyond. The entity's gaze turned toward the Abyss, its hand reaching out, and with a sudden burst of movement, the entity dissipated into a streak of darkness that swirled around its being. In a final burst of energy, the entity launched forward into the void, eagerly exploring its newfound existence."
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"author": "bootywarrior77",
"message": "The Mold Form stared off into the distance watching the new entity disappear into the the void. The Void... That space of total darkness and compeltey empty of all things, it felt a sense of longing when it gazed into the back abyss feeling a connection to it like no other, interest in the new being and the Tree were now gone. In its place was a desire to leave this place behind in favor of the emptiness. With an instinctual understanding of its own abilities it drawn upon its well of power within and its form began to shift once more, its bodys properties changing from a living mass of Darkness to a collection of pure energy colored black with blotches of purple mixed in. \n\nIn less than a second the being launched itself Into the abyss like a great comet away from the tree and the realms it supported, away from all existence until he merely disappeared into the vast void surrounding Gaia and the Tree."
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"author": "nox1644",
"message": "Creaking rang out from above, it was as if someone were walking on flimsy floor boards. The cracking of glass soon came to follow, and eventually- falling through the air came a translucent, dark 'fruit'. It was oddly beautiful to look at as sunlight glittered off from its refined exterior. Such immense beauty in a miniscule package was indeed a rarity, yet despite the packaging, the glimmers and the shining of this 'fruit'- what would inevitably turn out to be the truest sweets were the contents. The parcel soon came to a raging halt as it collided with the ground, and began to shatter like that of a glass being dropped- yet despite the thrashing of glass about the area, never once was the sound of said glass heard. The shattering had never graced the ears, but the sight of such a birth scorched itself into the eyes.\n\nRaising himself from the debris, a lad clad in some comfortable clothing- a turtleneck sweater, a small, black coat and awfully gorgeous boots. A chilling breeze had also crawled about the area surrounding the newly-born, almost generating a thin layer of mist. They turned to their left, turned to their right, and an awful expression of sadness washed over their face. Their hands were inspected, flipping them back and forth, analysing each joint in their varying fingers and carefully scratching at their pale skin. Melancholy, confusion, and an unnerving silence constructed an eerie vibe to this character's presence- no matter how many tears poured down their face, the sounds of wet taps against the ground, the sounds of whimpering and or heavied breathing were silenced completely. No noise. No sound.\n\nWho were they?"
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"author": "ancient_lich",
"message": "*He hadn't heard anything, which was strange for the god of beasts whose senses where typically to strong they couldn't handle it. But yet as they smelt and turned there head towards the nearest fruit they heard nothing, this confused but made the god curious. Wary still but that wouldn't stop them as they approached* \n\n*They carried themselves with a hunch and there arms where long and clawed, strong enough that if he wanted to he could easily go on all fours and it would still be comfortable, he approached the many eyes along his body focused on the area around them- they only completey focused on someone if his goal was to pounce or kill them, or if they wanted to anyway* \n\n*They stayed quiet, more as they didn't quite want to give away there postion yet as they approached before seeing the young looking god seemed a bit less on defense, he calmed himself a bit as he walked infront of the god, not saying anything- yet qnyway*"
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"author": "nox1644",
"message": "The lad's dulled eyes peered up at the.. Thing before him. He could hear them breathing, he could hear their footsteps, everything he despised about the world had been embodied right there. The reason as to why he hated this newcomer is a topic not even he himself knew, it just infuriated him, such irritating sounds.. They all gave the newborn headaches. \n\nHowever, he admired their attempt at quietening themselves, as futile as it may have seemed to his sense of hearing. The man's face continued to shift into a deeper grimace with an even greater sadness to the eyes- the tears maintained a steady stream down his face and onto the ground, but despite how sad he may have looked, Nox never once felt such sadness.\n\nA pale hand was slowly brought into the air, pointing at the other God. It was certainly odd behaviour for someone as fresh into the world as he, yet curiosity was bound to occur- wanting to know what they did not know- and explore, experiment, and evaluate the varying items of interest across such a bizarre land. Here, Nox was merely experimenting with interaction."
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"author": "winterfestivity",
"message": "In one of the nigh countless upper branches of *Gaia*, among the multitudes of her leaves and yet-to-be-born deities, one in particular began an inexorable shift in its behavior.\n\nWhere there had only been a ever-so-slowly growing orb of water, only influenced by the wind causing ripples across its surface, now, there was *Activity.*\n\nIt started with the ripples in its surface picking up speed, distorting the surface of the orb as some even seemed to travel deeper with the momentum, travelling faster and faster as the very shape of the orb began to shift into more of a *Disk*. Parts of it extended further and further out, as the orb became a whirlpool, its center dark and impenetrable much like the deepest recesses of the ocean. Slowly, but surely, extending out from that darkness, were faint streams of far lighter water, almost green instead of blue, lighting up their surroundings. \n\nEach one - ten overall - would reach the edge of the disk, driving parts of it out with them as they deviated from the whirlpools momentum and became something closer to *Tendrils* Than a more natural phenomenon. These tendrils reached out and out, as if the yet to be born god was feeling her environment out ahead of time. They continued in their \"Search\" Until one brushed against the tree from which it had originally sprang forth, it and its kin all ceased movement as dim awareness seemed to be taking control. The whirlpool was still spinning with almost terrifying might, but it was being *Curved* As the tendrils began to draw themselves inwards, flattening out and forming something vaguely reminiscent of leaves as they layered upon eachother one by one. \n\nIt looked almost like a flower yet to bloom, its petals bunched up, all motion had seemingly ceased, giving any theoretical observers insight into what was inside the core of the egg; something that looked more akin to a mermaids purse, containing a mass of water flowing in and around itself, with a distinct core of that same nigh-green tropical water and its ten streams extending out into the surrounding fluid. \n\nWithin, that core finally came to some threshold that pushed it over the edge from unconscious and instinctual behavior into *Consciousness* Full and proper. \n\nWhere was she?\n\nWho was she...? \n\nWhat was she surrounded by? What was around her?\n\nSomething close to \"Eyes\" Opened as the coalesced water within the mermaids purse flowed with *Purpose*, taking a much more humanoid form as the Goddess sought take in the world around her. \n\nShe was within some sort of capsule? Her hand reached out, flowing through the surrounding medium as it touched the walls, provided little resistance, parting at her touch.\n\nGazing down at herself, she tested her hand, its tips glowing slightly greener as she stretched her hand out and clenched it. This was what her body looked like? That's so cool! \n\nAs she stretched herself out, the rest of the purse encapsulating her dissolved away, and the \"Flower\" Finally bloomed, as if stretching out with her, the faint streams of viridian water retracting to their origin, finally leaving her to be exposed to *Air*, to the world surrounding her in full. \n\nAnd it was a *Wondrous* Sight indeed, the immenseness of the tree— of *Gaia*, her mother? Her origin, at least, it filled her with awe. She wanted to *Feel* Her mother, to feel the world around her with her own two feet.\n\nShe took a step forward, the oceanic flower seemingly following with her thoughts as it descended, leaving her to take that final step onto the branch, her final step away from her womb. \n\nMaranthe felt some instinctual *Awe*, and a mix of her own happiness from her mother and all of these new wondrous sensations. Enough that it distracted her from her womb dissolving, water falling away, falling down into the vast skies below. \n\nShe didn't care, in all honesty, she was far, far too preoccupied taking in the sensations that surrounded her, hair flowing in the wind and like water."
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"author": "essurei",
"message": "At the crest of the towering world tree, where the branches reached their thinnest and the air shimmered with ancient magic, a common and extraordinary event was about to unfold. Among the budding growths, where countless other unborn gods took shape, one particular oddity among other seeds stood out at the base of the thickest portion of the branch—a molten rock, resembling a dragon's egg engulfed in a fiery glow. It crackled and hissed, its surface pulsating with the raw power of the various elements contained within.\n\nWithin that celestial chamber of transformation, a daimon of Masterwork Forge and the Volcanic Flame was born. \n\nAs the shell of the molten seed fractured as stone would in an eruption, a plume of smoke and ashes burst forth, revealing the daimon in her resplendent form that initially appeared nothing more than a formless blob. Slowly, she'd taken form. Her hair, a cascade of boiling lava and liquid heat, flowed with an intensity that matched the essence of her being. Her great pawed hands and feet resembling that of a canid roiled and crackled like magma erupting at the surface of an active volcano, leaving smoldering imprints wherever she tread. Eyes ablaze with ancient knowledge from her many past lives, she emerged as a reincarnation from many worlds prior, a deity reborn into a world she had no part in. The power coursing through her, beyond her wildest imagination, threatened to consume her very essence and had embroiled her very core.\n\nWith her birth the air crackled with energy as the other deities could've possibly vaguely sensed. The arrival of this extraordinary being. Some paused in their celestial walks, turning their attention toward the newborn deity, drawn by the scent of what may have been considered fresh meat, a weak goddess newly taking form.\n\nUnfamiliar with her surroundings, the daimon stepped cautiously upon the woody pathway, feeling the ancient tree beneath her fiery, clawed feet. The scents, the sounds, the sensation of nothing more than the endless opportunity that came with yet another life had already corrupted her. \nOr truthfully, revealed her nature as it was always meant to be. \n\nShe was aware that this ethereal meeting ground held both potential allies and rivals, beings of great might and unfathomable wisdom. It was here, upon these upper branches, that the destinies of gods entwined and the intricate tapestry of divine existence unfolded. \n\nAs the daimon set foot upon the hallowed path, the natural innate heat of her presence and the intensity of her untapped power felt as if it sent ripples through the air. Her vibrant gaze swept across the expanse, taking in the diverse array of those who were in the vicinity, for those who congregated. It was time for her to navigate this realm of gods, forge her own path, and harness her incendiary might for purposes yet to be unveiled. Soon, she was to take part. To carve herself into the world and make a name for herself as a being to be reckoned with."
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"author": "winterfestivity",
"message": "Having been enthralled by her yet-to-be-born siblings and their mother, and... Well, *Everything* About the fantastic new sensations she was met with every breath, every step, or even every blink she took. It was only natural that the beginning of one of her siblings birth happening so soon after hers would catch her attention in full! \n\nShe paused for a moment, it was a ways away, how was she to make her way there? Instinctively, she stepped forward, it was if it came naturally to her, her step propelled her further than she would've expected, but she found herself adapting to it quite easily as she made her way to the draconic egg, eager to not miss *Too* Much. She hadn't borne witness to her own birth, after all! And no one had been around to witness it either, which was a little sad, enough that it caused her to pout a tiny bit, but that was washed away swiftly as she found herself close enough to her soon-to-be sisters godly cocoon. \n\nThe aquatic goddess winced slightly as the shell of it finally reached its own threshold and *Erupted*, smoke flowed towards - and through - her, boiling lava hit her \"Skin\" And caused a burst of steam to escape as it instantly cooled. Which was a... Really weird sensation? Not necessarily painful, just another new experience among the dozens she'd had since she gained her consciousness in this strange world. Sure, she might have some instinctive knowledge, granted to her by her \"Mother\", but, she was a new consciousness all things considered. Which made her somewhat opposed to her far more fire-y sister (not that she knew that, of course.) \n\nAn inquisitive tilt of the head was seen as she watched from above her sister, watching as she stepped out of her egg, smoldering imprints following her as she walked around, evidently less entranced with her surroundings than she had been? But that was okay, she didn't expect her brothers or sisters to be like her. That would've been a bit boring, maybe? Hard to say without experiencing it! \n\nSpeaking of *Experience*, it was time for her to have her first experience meeting one of her siblings, anyone looking at her closely would've seen the ripples along the water that made up her form pick up speed with her excitement, as she rushed to be the first to say hello. Her next movements came to her naturally, even if it wasn't something that she ever thought consciously of doing until now, as her form flowed around and collected into a fat droplet on the underside of the branch above her sister. Dropping down as it reached critical mass, it would take her *Actual* Form mid-fall, landing a ways in front of the daimon. \n\nThe very, very first thing that would be seen on her was a bright smile, unmistakable even with her unconventional features, followed by a wave - something that came to her naturally too - as she tried to think aloud, speak? Address her sister! She faltered for a moment, the unfamiliarity in her \"Throat\" Making her first attempt at speech best off aborted before she continued, trying again to much better success. \"Hello, uh, sister, I think??\" She'd take an inquisitive step forward. \"Oooh this is weird... But it's nice to meet you! What's your name? I'm, uhhh...\" She touched her finger to her chin as she thought, before gasping with realization not a moment later. \"I'm *Maranthe!* It's so nice to meet one of my siblings!\" Maranthe smiled, it was almost *Painfully* Genuine. \"You're really fire-y! It's kind of cool, super unlike me!\" She gave a thumbs up, tipped with that same almost entirely green shade as it reached the tips."
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"author": "essurei",
"message": "There were a great many things the daimoness had imagined upon being reborn for the upteenth time in another world, with other people to meet. Memories of her past life would come in flashes, she was sure of it. Slowly but surely coalescing to fill her mind with plans, ideas, ways in which she'd been meant to navigate the world and form a proper foothold in a place as vast as this. \nHowever, among those memories and upon her awakening, she had realized that each of those had been met with violence of some kind. None were peaceful, as far as she could remember. Born of what was a catacalysmic eruption, the destruction of a few towns... Her own family attempting to snuff the light out of her for being an abomination, something. Anything like that. \n A fight, even, a great dog, a dragon trying to rip her to shreds... Maybe even the tree itself trying to drown out the fires she'd been worried her existence may have caused even upon whatever drab magical bark she'd happened to emerge from. Not whatever this... Enthusiastic, aquatic? Ball of what she could've easily confused as sunshine in front of her. The sudden drop from above her had the daimon nearly hurling fire at the water-woman. \n\"...Maranthe.\" As the woman spoke, it appeared a thick smoke flowed from her lips. It'd even taken *Her* By surprise, relaying that her internal composition was beyond smoltering... Dangerous. The thought made her internally smile. \n\"Family, us? Such opposites, us two. Though perhaps, two beings of elemental affinity, comprised of our very element-\" Iniferis raised a hand, watching as the lava that flowed from her very core comprising her hand dripped and hissed on the ground. \"-There might be merit.\" She'd have held out her powed hand, to shake... Had she known what it might do to her. \n\"Iniferis. Are we the only to emerge, so recently? It appears we are all born here, so to speak.\""
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"author": "winterfestivity",
"message": "Unfortunately (or fortunately?) Maranthe was utterly oblivious to the internal monologue going on with her sister, to how close she had been to getting quite literally fired at by her sister. \n\nSo, she just continued, her eyes lighting up as her sister spoke, yet another new experience! The *Sound* Of another, able to speak and think just like her, it was so exciting! The smoke flowing from her lips was utterly alien but utterly fascinating in equal measure, something that only furthered to enrapture her as she listened to her kin speak, her head tilting somewhat as she raised her hand, lava dripping from her at every moment. She looked away for a moment more in contemplation than anything else before turning back to her. \"Yeah! I suppose so! I guess it kind of just makes sense to me? Not super-duper sure *Why*, but it makes sense!\" She'd then tap her chin again, thinking.\n\nThankfully for the two, she wasn't the type to *Care* About the lack of a hand shake, even if she had caught the missed social gesture in the first place. \n\nAnother gasp escaped from Maranthe as her sister introduced herself. \"Oh my gosh! That's such a cool name!\" Once again, painfully genuine, as she took a step closer, thinking again, both about the fact that they were both comprised of their elemental affinities, and also if she'd *Felt* Anyone else start emerging. \n\nHmm...\n\nNah! She certainly would've felt it, just like she did with Iniferis, that feeling was *Unmistakable.*\n\nEven with her thinking for a moment, she wasn't silent for long. \"As far as I know, yeah! I dunno about anyone who might've popped out anytime before I did, buuut, it's super distinct when it DOES happen! That's how I knew to come here!\" She smiled, evidently proud of herself. \"Come from the same place, even if our births were a little different, stands to reason we're one big family, y'know?\" She'd then pause for a second. \"Soooo! What do YOU do! I know you probably got something to do with that drippy hot stuff, lava, yeah? Where did your name come from! Was it like me? It just came to you? Or???\" She'd then get a *Tiny* Bit closer.\n\n\"Ooh, can you do stuff like this?\" She melted away for a moment, turning into a puddle before springing back forth into form with much more force. \"Orrrr THIS!\" With that, she flashed a bit more of a subdued smile as yet another instinctive use of her body, her *Power*, came to her. Before Iniferis' eyes, the watery, almost see-through nature of her body would disappear as her \"Skin\" Took on the coloration of a pale mortal, her hair seemed the same, of course, and there was that gradient, too, but it was much fainter now. \"I didn't know I could do that till it just came to me, y'know! This is just so *Cool!*\""
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"author": "tinyqueenclover",
"message": "On one of the tiniest branches, at the tip, alone, sits a small flower bud. No one noticed it before, and definitely doesn't notice it now. The flower bud starts to shift as if something was trying to get out. The shifting stops for a moment before the flower slowly unfolds itself revealing a small, fluffy, egg. The egg glistens with sparkling specks of mint colored dust on top of the tan fluff, or were those jewels? One wouldn't have time to investigate as the egg began to softly shake. To one's surprise the egg didn't crack as one would expect, but instead also unfolded itself as if it too were a flower blooming. The inside of the egg was fluffy as well, though more mint colored dust puffed out of the egg as if it were confetti.\n\nA tiny creature lay curled up on a soft pillow, looking as though it had been sleeping peacefully. Her eyes peaked at the bright sky, she was having a nice dream, at least that's what she thought as she couldn't recall her dream. But she still didn't want to wake just yet. She closed her eyes to sleep again but her tummy made a sound and slightly pained her. She opened her eyes wide wondering what this pain was, she decided to get up to maybe investigate or inquire about the pain she was having. She sat up and stretched. The dust floating to her nose, making her sneeze. The dust blew away from her and up into the sky. She stood, though she was wobbly, she managed to balance herself quickly. She noticed she had wings, and even though she didn't know how to use them just yet. She somehow knew what they were. She made a face, staring at her wings, her face looking as though she was constipated, she tried desperately to make her wings fly or at least move, but alas they didn't budge. She stopped trying and wondered if she was broken. She had pains and her wings weren't working. She didn't know what to do next. She wobbled towards the edge of the egg, got on her paws and knees to make sure she didn't fall and looked over the edge. She immediately regretted it as her stomach felt like it flipped inside her. She backed away from the edge as she realized she was very high up. She couldn't even see the ground, she didn't even know if there was any ground. She wobbled back to her pillow, sitting down, she pondered how she would leave her birth place if she couldn't get herself to fly."
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"author": "igneous.rocko",
"message": "Up above, near the top of the highest branches, there grew a splendid fruit. It looked like a large, bulbous apple, if that name even was connected to that fruit in this world. It was perfectly symmetrical in it's size and shape. Even the stem from which it was attached to the branches hung in a perfect line. Each bump mirrored on the other side, so it you cut it in two you couldn't tell the difference. But the colors, that's where it differed. One half was a bright crimson, the other a emerald green. The colors didn't merge in the middle, rather they were perfectly separated, not some speck of color crossing the invisible boarder. \n\nNow, today was the day in which the fruit grew too large for it's stem to support. It was instantaneous, the stem almost looked like it was plucked by a hand the way it cut so cleanly. The fruit fell multiple stories before landing on a larger branch below. Nothing happened for a few second, but then suddenly the fruit began to shake. The apple began to rot. The crimson side grew dark spots and boils, melting away into a thick black tar. On the other half, white mold spots began to spread across the surface before enveloping the green all together. In a burst, the mold exploded, a cloud of white dissipating in the wind.\n\nAnd what remained? Why, a figure, of both pitch tenebris and bright lux. One side, the side of the bright, old man, was bent over, staring at it's digits, counting and moving them. It's other half, was stretching, their face and chest facing the sky and all of her stars. It gave a slight groan as it opened it's eyes.\n\n\"What the hell?\" The bright one, Ystin, said in disbelief. \n\n\"Perfect, you wasted our first words, how apropos.\" The dark one, Nitsy, replied."
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"author": "essurei",
"message": "Iniferis was frankly overcome with a desire to somehow feed the spritely some vague calming agent she was sure must've existed in this world. Where such limitless excitement and draw toward the world came from-Iniferis had not a singular clue. There wasn't a way in the many hells, heavens, and worlds she could've mustered so much excitement at something as simple as a voice, conversation, or even a name.\n\"My name is one I have had for a long time. It isn't something that happens to... Leave. Though, many might not feel attached to their name. I suspect that is normal.\" The idea she might've been family with every single god, deity, being, or living thing born horrified her internally. Her lips only slightly quirked to give indication, one side going higher than the other, but she'd taken to slotting that information far, far away to be deliberated later. \"Our domains have little to no overlap, I'd imagine. I am a being of volcanoes, and fire. I love to create metalwork, to show others how to do it.\" \nShe watched as Maranthe turned to a pile of water, a single high arched brow leading to many conclusions being drawn, most of them good. \n\"And I can do the same... I believe. You willed yourself to look mortal, and look more mortal you did.\" She paused, contemplating doing the same. \"I have to know... What about all of this excites you so much? Have you never spoken, never breathed? Everything seems astounding to you and the energy is as perplexing as it is intriguing.\""
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"author": "tinyqueenclover",
"message": "Boo decides she has pondered way too long about how to get out of her birthing place without any use of her wings. So she gets up the courage to ask for help, if there was any. She didn't know if she was the only one in the world or not but she was willing to try as her stomach was getting more painful by the moment and she was growing bored. \nShe stood and found herself stiff, she didn't know how long she sat there, pondering her situation, but now wasnt the time to think on that. She shook out her stiffness and wobbled her way towards the edge of her egg. She was still getting used to walking. She peered over the edge and yelled as loud as she could. \"H-Hello?!\" Her voice cracked at her sudden use of it. She remembered she hadn't spoken out loud before, all her talking was in her head. She tried again, seemingly better with her voice then the first time. \"Hello? Is anyone down there?! I think I'm stuck...\" Her voice trailed off at the last part as she wasnt too proud of her situation, she much rather help herself. She didn't know if anyone had heard her small voice but she hoped that someone would come to her aid, either that or her wings would work. So she didn't have to lend someone a favor for helping her. She didn't want to get into trouble with lending favors willy nilly. \nShe stepped back from the edge and decided to wait some more before she tried to call out again."
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"author": "winterfestivity",
"message": "\"You have had your name for a long time?!?\" Maranthe said with *Genuine* Shock, as if the concept was something that had never existed to her until just now. \n\nWhich was also the truth about it. She really had not considered the possibility of having memories that *Predated* All of this. \n\nShe put her arms behind her back, her *Mortal* Looking skin fading away just as quickly as she rocked on the balls of her feet. \"The domains aren't THAT important! I think? I mean obviously we've got the affinity here and there, but likeee... Nothing stops me from doing this - I think?!\" She said as she opened her mouth and blew, a faint stream of fire emerging with her breath, disappearing just as quickly. \"I took some inspiration from you there! Buuut...\" She shrugged. \"Still! You seem like quite the expert! You should show me all of that sometime, maybe? Metalworking sounds like fun!\"\n\nShe then paused as Iniferis brought up that she acted like she'd never spoke, never *Breathed* Prior to this moment, her brow raising with intrigue as she leaned forward, maintaining her balance even though realistically she shouldn't have. \"Well, silly! It's because I *Haven't* Done these things until right this moment! I thought we were all the same, but, well— You seem to be an exception to that, I guess??? I dunno how to describe it! Everything is so *Vivid*, so unique! Even the way you speak fills me with more and more *Ideas*, you know? Lots of inspiration! I just have this *Itch* To learn all I can, stretch out and make this body mine, y'know?\" She said without missing a beat.\n\nBut what DID cause her to miss a beat was her attention getting dragged by yet another of those sensations, oh my! Two more siblings? Was it really so common for them to hatch THIS often? Who was she to complain, though. She gasped and looked off, her attention, her godly mind letting her pinpoint the exact place of the one that happened a bit before the most recent one. That was kind of weird to her, she saw without having to see with her body, but she could deal, she learned fast after all.\n\nShe DID look over at Iniferis. \"You feel those?! That's more siblings! We should go say hi!\" And this time, she turned, taking one step before pausing. \"Oh, uh! Maybe you haven't caught onto it yet but— We can move REAL fast! We just have to think about it? So we aren't inconvenienced by walking everywhere! It's super easy, like thi—\" Her bubbly tone was cut off as she took a step and was *Gone*, only the faintest impressions of water and vapor dripping down where she had been. \n\n\"—his!\" Was heard by **Boo** As in that same moment, Maranthe appeared besides the site of the egg of another one of her siblings. Wait, where was the egg??? She looked around for a moment, before she found herself looking down at the quite frankly *Puny* Little sibling. She hadn't heard Boo's cries for help, but that didn't matter too much, given the kind of Deity that Maranthe was. In moments, Maranthe squatted down. \"Oh! Hello there little sibling! Oh... Maybe the size difference is too scary?\" Reacting without confirmation, she condensed down and down into a droplet, falling besides Boo, appropriately sized to not pose any risk of crushing the poor thing. \n\n\"Welcome to our happy little family - I think? - I don't really know what's up for the most part, I'm only a tiny bit older! But hey, I can help you out, are you having any issues??? What's your name?\" \n\nShe'd go back for Ini later if she failed to follow up, but she didn't really worry that she wouldn't, that'd be sad after all."
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"author": "tinyqueenclover",
"message": "Boo stood up with a start as Maranthe toward above her. She slowly walked to the edge as Maranthe formed herself into a smaller droplet and stepped into the egg. \n\n\"Family?\" Boo questioned. She had no memory of anything to do with family. \n\nShe glanced at her wings and then looked back to her. \"I think my wings are broken, they wont let me fly out of here.\" \n\nShe was suddenly shy as Maranthe asked for her name. She put her paws behind her back and started to rock back and forth on her heels. Looking at the ground. She whispered \"My name is Boo.\" She looked back up, stopping her rocking and asked \"What's yours?\""
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"author": "igneous.rocko",
"message": "As the two bickered for a little while longer, a form of chatter was heard on one of the nearby branches of the tree. It sounded to them like two- no three individuals. One's voice was so small and cute that they could barely make it out.\n\n\"Who's that?\" Ystin would ask in a hushed tone.\n\n\"Hmmm, we have no choice but to inspect no?\" Nitsy would reply. The figure would stand up straight and begin to float off the branch a few feet off of the surface. The dark one would take the front. They would have their fingers intertwined in front of them, while the white hands we batting like wings as the moved forward. \n\nThe figure would descend down to the branch they were on. \"Greetings,\" Nitsy would speak first, \"May I ask, where we are?\" They would ask in a monotone voice. Her face didn't show any form of curiosity or nervousness. She would study them as she waited for a response."
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"author": "essurei",
"message": "The being of molten rock and fire hadn't ever rushed for much of anything. So when the Goddess who'd introduced herself as Maranthe just... Vanished from her sight, Iniferis hadn't even flinched. Thoughts as to what that had meant momentarily twisted in her thoughts, but it wasn't much of anything for her to dwell on. Her eyes skated along the branches, the endless expanse seeming impossible to tread- only for her to eventually manifest a good few feet away from the others who had congregated. For the moment she was content simply watching, one foot in front of the other, arms crossed at her front. \n\nMaking allies was something she'd known was important, an essential part of both survival and one's advances... So she'd watched as the other convened from a distance with smoke billowing from her lips. She'd only vaguely contemplated answering the being of duality... And had decided it might've been best. \n\"A tree of rebirth... Or something along those lines. I believe it is known as Gaia, but- that one,\" She gestured toward Maranthe. \"She has a connection here. I advise asking her, if you would want to know more. Apparently it's possible we are all... Family? Or something along those lines.\""
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"author": "winterfestivity",
"message": "Ini wasn't here yet? Aww. That's okay, though! She'd track her down... Later!\n\nIn the mean time, she tilted her head as the tiny one spoke. \"Family! We both ripened from our mother - the tree you're standing on - so that makes us siblings, doesn't it?\" She then followed the glance towards the wings, walking closer as she went to take a look. \"You think they're broken? I don't think so! I may only be a... Uhm, I don't know how much older, but— Your older sister knows a bit more, I think!\" She then went to give Boo a pat on the head, it was gentle and comforting. Surprisingly, the pat didn't leave any lingering dampness on the poor thing. \"Allll you gotta do is, well, believe it! Think it! I know it sounds a tiny bit dumb, but, just watch!\" She went to step backwards, mid stride she *Disappeared.* \n\nOnly to reappear outside the egg again, larger this time, somewhere between her normal size and the one she'd been at moments prior. She bent forward, her knees bending as she leaned in. \"I did that, the moving around, changing my size, just because I *Wanted* To! I think it's the same for you? At least, the moving around part should be?\" Her tone never stopped *Overflowing* With that bubbly warmness. \"I believe in you, Boo! That's a really cute name, you know?\" She extended her hand. \"I'm Maranthe! It's so nice to meet you, your wings may not be listening to you just because, well, you just ripened! You're getting used to your body, even the *Divine* Have to go through that at some point!\" That one was sort of bullshit, but she also kind of earnestly believed it. \n\nShe turned her hand so it was flat. \"I want you to try walking into my hand, I don't know quite how to explain it, but, it's in our nature to just *Go* Where we want, yeah? I promise you, if you believe in it, it should work! Just trust me.\" Her smile was slight, but warm and almost motherly regardless. \n\nHer attention briefly shifted towards the newcomer, guess they came before she could get to them! *That* Was exciting! She didn't wanna scare off her little sister, though, as she slowly, carefully turned her attention over to Ystin and Nitsy. \"Ooh, you look different! That's so cool! Uhmmm, as for your question... We're standing on one of our mothers branches! Gaia, you know?\" She said it with a friendly tone, matter of fact but not judging of the lack of knowledge, she knew too well how some people might not have information that others had, she'd dealt with that just minutes prior. Still, she continued. \"I'm Maranthe, older sister! In case you haven't figured it out, you, uh... Two? We're deities! Isn't that so cool? Ini is pretty on point, too! I don't understand the rebirth part, but she does, so.\" She shrugged.\n\nShe used her free hand to offer Ini a wave as her first-met sibling - and friend! - made her appearance. \"Heyyy!!! I'm so happy you're here, it's so fun having this, uh, family reunion? That seems kinda apt! But we've all never met before, sooo, family union? First meeting? Meet N Greet? I dunno! Still, it's really nice.\" Her voice trailed off, wistful towards the end. She truly was having a wonderful time here and now."
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"author": "tinyqueenclover",
"message": "Boo didnt know why but Maranthe saying that they ripened from their mother made her cringe.\n\n\"So if one of us likes another in a romantic setting... What happens then if we are all family?\" \n\nBoo didn't know why she would ask such a question to a sister who was just born, and the fact she wasnt looking for romance in this life, but she was just curious. Asking some strange questions is what made Boo, **Boo** \n\nShe watched her sister do acrobats through the sky and listened to her speak. Then blushed as her name was called cute. \"Thank you!\" \n\nShe watched as her sister held her hand out to her, she looked down then back up at her sisters face. \"Are you sure that's safe? You seem to be made of a liquid after all, you dont think I'll fall through?\" \nShe was suddenly surprised as more came out of no were to stand by her egg. She didnt know how to react except to take the risk of falling through and jump onto Maranthe's hand so that she was closer to her sister who she knew she could trust. Even though she just met her, she could feel that she wasnt of malice intent but she didnt know about the other ones. Her wings still did not give her the power of flight though. Maybe she was just too scared about her surroundings and she could only fly whenever she was comfortable? She didnt know and she didnt care to think bout that right now. She was just scared of the newcomers."
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"author": "igneous.rocko",
"message": "All of this new information wasn't exactly surprising to them. From overhearing their conversation earlier they could have probably pieced this together, but it was nice to have some concrete confirmation. Although, it does seem that they have as little of an idea as to what was going on as they both did. Gaia, rebirth, siblings, domains, it was a lot for two, let alone one, mind to wrap their head around.\n\n\"Ah, thank you my... Siblings. I must say, these events are truly an exciting revelation.\" They said with a stone-faced expression, of course. They looked out into the distance. There were many floating islands, all with different shapes, sizes and colors. They certainly weren't the first ones born. Not by a long shot. \"Pardon me, we have yet to introduce ourselves. Mine name is Nitsy, my twin on my back is named Ystin. I am... Unsure how those names came into being. I just know that mine is mine and his is his. Again, I must add how curious this whole situation is.\" They would look around at the realms once more.\n\nA masculine voice would interrupt from their back. \"Fie, mine own twin! I feeleth mine own mem'ries has't already did slip hence! Hence! How dreadful... This is truly t'rrifying...\" The white head would say panicked. He would have their white hands wrapped around his forehead, almost like he was experiencing a headache.\n\n\"I felt the same my twin,\" They used their hand to pat their shoulder, trying to comfort the other.\n\n\"Romance? I feel as though you shouldn't worry about that pet. There is so much to explore and do still. No need to worry about such trivial things.\" Nitsy would brush off Boo's concern. Ignoring the incestuous implications of Boo's question, it was still a worthless question to ask at this point in time, at least to them. There was still much work to be done, so many holes to be filled."
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"author": "tinyqueenclover",
"message": "Boo held on to her sisters thumb as she tried her best to balance herself on her hand. She cowered at the other deities, who she didnt know much of and who looked a lil scary to her. She looked up at her sister and asked \"Can we go somewhere else where it's not so high up?\" \nShe was figuring out she was afraid of heights. But she would also like to meet others even if she was a lil scared. Maybe she could ask someone to help her with her stomach pains and her wings not working properly."
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"author": "pewpewplasma",
"message": "The branches of the great tree has given way to many a magnificent form. Dazzling marvels of entities who were birthed in spectacular ways. Beautiful creations of Gaia who would go on to create even more. But not every fruit goes on to bear a stunning seed. Among the shapes of the astonishing fruit on the high branches of Yggdrasil desperately clung a misshapen and bruised form. The fruit was blackened and moldy, its skin shriveled, its stem weak and barely able to support its own weight any longer. The juices now serving as a coating of slime. All it would take was one stiff breeze among the great boughs and then... It would fall.\n\nTumbling, tumbling down. Soft thump after soft thump until at last it would strike a larger sturdy branch, and end with a quiet *Splat*. The fruits innards, a sickly orange-green color, would coalesce into a messy circle around the broken rotted figure of the fruit. And it would remain there for a time, seeping into the wood. Whatever life to be borne from it seemingly never to be. Then it twitched. The shriveled skin began to ripple with activity as a single bug burst forth, followed by another, and another. A swarm began to be and the lifeblood of this dead fruit began to move back inwards towards its source. The bugs were a flurry of motion now, covering the entirety of the skin except the stem which stuck out like a new shoot desperately struggling to not be strangled.\n\nSuddenly, the insects would quickly build on one another as if forming a small bridge striking out from the writhing mass. The beginnings of a hand could be seen straining to reach beyond its confinement before it would collapse in a shower of tiny bodies. The pests would quickly skitter back to the hive and a moment longer would pass before a second attempt was made. This time two vaguely-looking appendages would spring up and out from the top of the corpse of the once fruit. The abnormally formed hands would slap the ground as something tried to push itself out of -\n\n- the rot. Two darkened holes would appear in the mass, one could assume to be a crude imitation of eyes, as a gaping maw still tied together by various strings of bugs would wrench itself open in a silent scream. Then sound finally came. A throaty cry of what could be agony was produced by the mass as a small mound began to slowly rise up. The arms were now more solid and certain as a head began to form, then a neck, then a torso, and the half-silhouette then lurched forward placing one hand fist down on the wood of the branch to prop itself up. The forearm of the other appendage was some paces ahead as the head bowed and the humanoid form began to crawl its way forward.\n\nThe forearms were used heavily as the thing dragged itself out and across the ground. The insects were now forming a pair of legs as the entity began to realize itself further. The tiny creatures were now growing still in the upper body as the more detailed pieces came into place and a gasp could be heard along with labored breath. The skin was pulled taut and the eyes began to shift as the hair grew in. A man could now be identified and he would quickly turn himself over onto his back. Propped up by his elbows the older man would calm somewhat as he witnessed the last of his toes come into being. Fear was quickly replaced by curiosity as he wiggled them before sitting up completely and looking over his hands with close inspection.\n\nMold would cover him in patches across his body. Several mushrooms sprang out from his skin and were quickly growing. Not just growing. *Spreading*. Looking to the husk that he just crawled out of he instinctively outstretched his hands towards the blackened and dead thing as if beckoning it to him. The shriveled and dry skin would instantly leap towards him, and wrap itself around the man. Tattered old clothes would begin to form, and as he stood on his own two feet for the first time a brown cloak would descend around his shoulders in a regal manner. He looked down -\n\n- at his hands once more. The being could feel the growths on him slowing as if calmed by the presence of his new attire. Finally comfortable. That feeling of explosive growth coupled with a rush of what seemed like panic was gone. Dissipated by a strange sense of familiarity. Whatever that panic was, that struggle, he didn't like it. He didn't want to feel it ever again. With a deep breath he gazed around at his surroundings. He stood atop a great tree with a single name implanted in his mind. *Gaia*.\n\nHis eyes finally rested upon the last traces of the form he pulled himself free of. A dark spot where his lifeblood seeped into the wood. Even now a small amount of mushrooms began to root themselves where it once spilled. They would go no further. The older man took a single step forward and knelt down next to the spot, his brown cloak billowed around him. Despite his haggard appearance he carried an air of regality that definitely did not fit his outward character. He pinched the weak stem that had kept him aloft on the tree and then grasped it fully.\n\nThe stem would enlarge and twist at his command. This power was new to him, yet it felt like second nature. Like he had done it all his life. The stem became a walking stick though the state of it wouldn't be much better. The wood was rotted and falling away leaving splinters and shavings as it was lifted by its master. He took it in both hands and examined it carefully before a small grin would crack across his face, and his lips turned slightly upward. He set it down and turned away from the trunk staring outward towards the edges of the branches.\n\nA second thought entered his mind. A second name. One he would come to know quite well. He did not know where it originated or from who it was sent by. Gaia perhaps? It's origin was of no concern. He simply knew it was his and his alone. -\n\n- \"My name...\" A weak voice spoke before he paused and collected himself. The confidence in his first words wavering for a moment before they returned with a staunchness. \"My name is *Norgg*.\"\n\nThe voice was stronger now, sturdier. The voice of someone who could command great strength... But perhaps that wasn't befitting of his stature for now. It did not fit this old and frail man. For now he needed to explore and experiment. To find out what exactly he must do. When he spoke this time he sounded like the man he appeared to be.\n\n\"Now, let us explore this grand tree hm?\" Norgg said to his stick. He scratched at his unclean and crazy grey hair, a few bugs falling out. And off he went, slowly picking his way down the bough of his birth."
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"author": ".toddhoward",
"message": "*The fruit was one of many, its appearance unusual - which was, in and of itself, very usual. If each fruit truly reflected its God, then this was no different. For one, this fruit was stuck to its branch by two stems rather than the more normal single stem, gently swaying to and fro. Secondly, it was doing its best impression of a disco ball.\n\nThe seam was top-to-bottom, right in the middle of the fruit. One half was bright and vibrant colours, pastel pink and shining yellow and regal purple, yet it gave off an air of trying to hide itself. Perhaps the fruit, if such an attribute can be ascribed to a fruit, was humble in its beauty. \n\nThe other half was... Duller, admittedly, which made its own beauty shine all the more. Dark crimson and a deep ocean blue and more opposing shades to its other side, yet sparse twinkles of light broke through the skin. That was only the day, of course. In the night, the whole fruit shone pure silver, whole and reflective of the innumerable stars.\n\nSomething... Happened, though. Not every fruit need flower, after all, and many go without blooming. This seemed to be another one. A rot, spreading from the stem nearest the vibrant side, had begun to spread. The rot grew, slowly, creeping along the oblivious fruit. It was, in a way, more Godlike than the fruit itself. One is unborn, stagnant, and may only exert its will upon blooming into a true Deity, while the rot can eat and devour and consume as much as it likes with nothing holding it back.\n\nOnly... The rot was, in fact, held back. A sort of pustule formed on the vibrant side, then multiplied into blisters that quickly calcified into ivory-white bones. The blisters spread, faster than the rot, effectively cutting the fruit in half along the seam between light and dark. Perhaps the rot was contained. Perhaps this would be a God of Medicine, of plague-halting, of lepers and diseases? They would protect those that had already been harmed, save those that require saving, flitting from realm to realm in a heroic journey of-\n\nAll of a sudden, one of the stems holding the fruit aloft* ***Snapped,*** *And though the calcified bone was able to withstand the sudden change, the fleshy half wasn't. The fruit tore in half, revealing not even rotten flesh within the bone. It had been eaten, in its entirety, from the inside out by the rot, either not strong enough or not lucky enough to survive to Godhood. \n\nAnd\nThe\nHealthy\nHalf\n\nFell.*\n\n*It plummeted for eons and for no time at all. The distance between the upper branches and the fruit branches was, after all, a Divine distance, incapable of being truly measured by knowledgeable minds. The fruit half, spouting juices (that would taste suspiciously like tears, if consumed) out of its great gaping wound, tumbled past the limbs of Yggdrasil. \n\nAt some point, it ceased to be a fruit. There was no observable process, for the ways of Gods are fickle things, everchanging and only static so long as they are static, with no rhyme or reason besides. Perhaps, however, there was some process.\n\nIf such a process existed, one would see the fruit grow. It would form a shell around itself, that fruit acting as the centre and the heart of a nascent God. This would mean a part of it was forever missing, forever taken from it by nothing more than a whim of an uncommon, Divine rot. The fruit, of course, didn't know anything about rot, and wouldn't remember a second of its birth.\n\nIf such a process existed, one would see that heart begin to beat, and at that same second, everything would pop into place. The winds, loud and howling as the not-quite-fruit tumbled downwards, would coalesce into pale flesh in some organized shape. Twigs, cracked and falling with the former fruit from its long journey to some destined branch, would slide neatly into place, bypassing the wind-flesh entirely. The heart would grow, grow into organs it knew not the purpose of, only the schematic from which it must take its shape. From its crying wound, blood would come forth, and that blood would fuel the Divine body that is now made physical.\n\nBut such a process does not exist, and none would see such things.\n\nThe body, nameless, would crash into a sturdy branch. It would lay there for maybe minutes, maybe millennia, breathing and beating and living except for the horrible grief. A bone-deep jarring horror that made its recently-created stomach churn, that made bile rise up its never-used throat. It didn't know why. Though the body came from the fruit, it is not the fruit, and it does not know the agony it just went through. The body can never know the pain of the fruit, for they are two different things, eternally separate, even with their shared legacy. \n\nEventually, however, after endless torment, the body would rise and think its first thought.*\n\n*It-\n\nNo.\n\nNo, that was false, not an It, never an It, that denoted something lesser, something that would lay down and die, something. Something. It was not Something, It was Someone, and Someone was...\n\nVisarni. The name comes to Him through the shadows of His mind, something ephemeral in a language long-forgotten. Or... Was the language soon to be made? He did not know, and that didn't quite frighten him, but certainly worried. With unsteady legs, He strides (more wobbles) across the branch. Where the wood has dipped down, a puddle of translucent liquid has formed. Rain? He doesn't know what rain is, and doesn't know if rain exists, but that is the first word that comes.\n\n\n\nThe visage that greets Him is... Well. A visage, to be certain. His head is a skull, the word might be, of some animal he doesn't know. It is elongated and triangular, and what should be a mouth is split right down the middle. Two possibly deadly mandibles, straight edged and shining wickedly, make up His teeth - He can move them, side to side and up or down, in a disconcerting motion. On the side of His head are asymmetrical and gnarled antlers (another word), which certainly bare some resemblance to the wood of Yggdrasil.\n\nYggdrasil. Big word, that.\n\nThe rest of Him, His body looks... Almost famished. What should be fingers are curved talons, thin and spindly, while His torso is drawn inwards, simultaneously thin and robust. If He had ribs, He would surely be able to count them, but instead there is only... Almost a vortex of sorts, skin whirling in on itself like water down a plug. A skirt of some sort preserves his modesty (why would He care? Why was He formed with this? Well, one of many questions...), and He isn't remotely surprised when there turns out to be an extra claw by His ankle.\n\nA body. Visarni's Divine body. Divine? Is He a God? Well, He wouldn't be thinking it if He wasn't, so problem solved.\n\nNew problem... What does a God do, on a lonely, massive tree? Visarni leaves the puddle behind, stowing that strange feeling away (it is sorrow), and goes forth. The branch scars ever so slightly with the click of his ankle-claws, but it heals unbeknownst to him and the tree probably forgives him, if the tree could.\n\nHe needs... He doesn't know what He needs. Power? More bodies? More trees? He needs something, and He will have something. Soon.*"
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"author": "hexinhart",
"message": "**Girveon, was one of very many Gods of these realms, a God of which that was born not too long ago, from one of the fallin fruits of the world tree. Seemingly around the World Tree, a place where Gods are born literally, Gods like him are constantly growing, preparing to be created, like an infinite spawn of divine beings. Not too long after his arrival, Girveon was wearing what is seen to be a modern city-like attire, black suit, white button-up shirt, black dress pants and socks and shoes. He wore black leather gloves, and was smoking a cigar made of who knows what, but he took a simple exhale and didn't care where he'd breathe the smoke, he wasn't harming anything. But there was Girveon, standing across from the tree possibly watching silently, as she witnessed a God's birth after an hour or two of standing there, it almost made him want to be sick, but kept his composure nevertheless. After all, this was the way he was born, not that he could complain too much, it's better than possibly other forms of birth, but after looking at the tree, it seemed to bring life into this world, similarly to a mother and her child, maybe there could be a connection, but honestly, who cares it seems almost conscious-less, but he wouldn't be crazy, if it was conscious. However, besides this, Girveon did think it was an amazing feat, how something like a tree could produce... Such interesting creatures, the tree itself must have a lot Magic by itself, He's surprised that no Gods have tried to claim this power for themselves.** \n\n{ *How wasteful*} \n\n*Girveon had thought to himself, thinking of all the wasted potential of not collecting the power to himself. Not that he had the power to do so anyway, his powers were still weak since he was just born not too long ago. But although he thought about it, something seemed too off with the tree not being guarded from malevolent Gods like himself, for this fear, he himself was a hypocrite for not wanting to touch it, but maybe it might be smarter to be a hypocrite once in awhile.* \n\n*He held the cigar out between two of his fingers, tapping the ashes onto the ground, possibly fading away on contact with the floor. Slowly, he blew out the contents of the cigar, smoke flying from his mouth and nose. Besides all of this, Girveon felt like he was missing something, he felt like he was broke, not necessarily a concept Gods have to worry about, but something about owning an economy system sounded like something he had wanted. It wasn't the idea or the creation being the challenge, it was having enough magic to do so... But what else could he create with his God-like abilities?... Girveon closed his eyes and thought to himself said...* \n\n{ **I guess should go my own way soon... It's boring here.. Really boring...** } \n\n*Although something did come into mind in the last minute, even his eyes couldn't help but widen by the thought. Although setting up his first creations would be important, he felt something down deep. Loneliness... If he was going to do anything, he'd rather have someone to rely on... After all, more cards are better than one.. And in this game, he'll need to hit up some new cards if we wants to play as dirty as he wishes.*"
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"author": "owlrein",
"message": "**Just as the countless gods and goddesses before him came forth, so would the future form of Gullivario, in the form of a rather unceremonious falling fruit from the great tree's branches. It's easy for one to wonder if the falling fruit knows what it will soon come to be, should the fruit even have the thought at all. Such questions are of no particular consequence to the fruit, of course, not until they hit the ground and sprout, anyway. Not long after the god Gullivario came to be from this growing ground of the gods did his insatiable hunger begin to tear at his belly. His curiosity came in tow soon after; what was all of this? What did it do? What did it taste like? All new questions, which only made him all the hungrier.**\n\n**The young god was donned in dark attire: a black wide-brimmed hat, black jacket, black suede pants which flared at the ends, complete with black boots made of the scaly hide of some unfortunate animal. His hands and ears were accented with pieces of shimmering pristine silver, and his eyes were similarly striking, especially when compared to his dark complexion. His image was, in his eyes, perfected, befitting what he could only assume was his first concept of self.**\n\n*The young god, after wandering in an aimless bout of confusion and hunger, came to a stop not far from the tree's grand trunk. He'd pause with a curious look at the tree itself, pondering over and over again in his head what the tree or it's not-yet god-turned fruits would taste like. Somehow, he'd imagined they'd taste quite bittersweet. He'd hesitate in approaching the tree to test his theory though, some unconscious warning bell sounding in the depths of his subconscious, warning it was not wise to bite the tree that birthed you.*\n\n{*What a shame*.}\n\n*In his thought, he'd take a small handful of the grass at his feet, chewing on a particularly long blade as he'd ponder, imaging... Hoping... Wishing desperately for it to taste like something besides a blade of grass.*"
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"author": ".toddhoward",
"message": "*There was a presence approaching them.\n\nIt was not that of a new birth. Not another fruit falling from the tree, but something more... Cemented. It flickered like candlesmoke and felt like a slick, near-solid smog. The presence approached from the branches, far in the distance and near approaching. A path was quite literally forming in advance, branches of the World Tree weaving themselves into a steady, stable trail.\n\nThe presence was likely a God, possibly a monster, in humanoid shape.\n\nTall and lanky and thin in an emaciated way, the maybe-God wore a ragged skirt and little else. His chest was bare and skin clung to His bones, and the head was nothing more than an inhuman skull with teeth and cracked antlers. Claws scratched the ground as He walked, and a torch was held aloft in one hand, dim and small but lit nonetheless.\n\nHe approached the taller branches, and silently watched the fruits above... Before turning His gaze to the great, big trunk of the World Tree.*"
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"author": "hexinhart",
"message": "*Girveon watched as a new fruit flavored snack had just fell out of the tree, except this snack, was like a 7 course meal, he was huge!? He seemed dark, he had on a black hat, green eyes, shady clothing, his attire was so similar to his... It was almost coincidence really. No matter, Girveon only watched as the new God started to chew on grass?... Like some ranch cattle?...* \n\n\" **Interesting.. Hey buddy.. Are you a cattle god or something... Maybe a goat god... Something that eats grass?...** \" \n\n*Girveon said with disgust in his voice, almost hoping he wasn't correct about any of those Gods. He then took another hit of his cigar and puffed out another cloud of smoke, soon tapping on the cigar to let the ash fall out. But Gir really felt unlucky, After all, his first \"Ally\" Did not need to be a damn cow...*\n\n*But just as Girveon thought he had seen it all, still trying to comprehend who and what this person is doing... He felt a presence nearby, a \"Divine\" Presence however that may feel like. Girveon simply turned around, and saw a dark slender figure walking along a path further away from him. He tried to make out the body structure but knew one thing, it was definitely not a mortal, or even human-like for that matter.* \n\n{ *Hell... Maybe this thing knows this guy... Or was probably expecting him or something because definitely don't know whatever this thing is... But possibly, it couldn't be worse than a God that eats grass hopefully.* } \n\n*Girveon stared at the odd shaped creature entering the area, apparently it was staring at the tree?... What for...? He honestly didn't want to deal with anything threatening at this moment... And he was definitely not in the mood for it... But he spoke anyway...* \n\n\" **Ahem... Are you like... Looking for something pal?.. Or are you just as surprised we got a cattle based God over there... Because honestly... I should have expected by now...** \" \n\n*He tried communing with the unknown entity, honestly a little weirded out by it's appearance and a bit disturbed, but unsure if it'll respond intelligently or not.. But it seemed this world was rather weird... Especially because of the magic fruit that is somehow creating powerful creatures?... Even more so... Maybe this creature knows something about the tree...* \n\n\" **That or... Who are you and do you know anything about the tree.. I'm curious about it.. And why it brought me here out of all other entities that could be placed here?...** \" \n\n*Girveon questioned the creature, still smoking and but also giving a disgusted look toward the God eating grass...* \n\n{ *What a weird bunch... But I guess that is just an aspect of this world... I wonder how many creatures like us are in these realms...* }"
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"author": "owlrein",
"message": "*Gullivario turned his head towards the strange god who approached him, his gaze flicking up and down as he'd examine the god's city-wise garb. He'd heartily chuckle at his questioning, while it was quite the foolish question, he supposed it was easy to see why they'd likened him to cattle or some over bovine creature. Setting aside whatever ego bruise the comparison caused, he'd reply in his deep, rolling voice, echoing his chuckle.*\n\n\"Why no, Stranger. I assure you I ain't no god of common cattle... Though their bodies likely enter my domain eventually, flame grilled, preferably... With a dash of spice perhaps... Ah but I digress.\"\n\n*He'd turn to face the stranger full on, lifting his hand to tip his wide brimmed hat in a casual greeting, all the while fixing the god before him with a perhaps vaguely judge-mental look in his piercing green eyes. The god before him was immaculately dressed, and he himself admired the dark attired he donned.*\n\n\"And what of you, Stranger, be you some kinda god of... Immaculately tailored suits?\"\n\n*He'd speak jovially and inquisitively whilst approaching, getting a better look at the new god which spoke to him. For Gullivario, it was interesting to see a god so finely dressed for coming straight off of the great tree, but it was a welcome sight to be sure. The god radiated a sense of elegance and affluence which could be typical of a higher class mortal, but that was as mortal as his appearance would get. Besides that, to put it simply, the man was sheer godly gorgeousness. The god smiled in a wide enough grin to near match the brim of his hat, revealing teeth which were uncannily sharp, clutching the blade of grass between his jaws, which seemed to have transformed into a thin shard of bone marrow; like elegantly macabre toothpick.*\n\n\"You got a name, god o' dress suits?\"\n\n*He'd speak slowly in his jestful tone, in no particular rush, before turning his attention to the presence which approached the pair.*\n\n*This new presence intrigued Gullivario greatly as well, yet he'd show reluctance in tipping his hat to the approaching figure just yet. It was in poor taste, perhaps, to greet a figure which had not yet greeted you. He'd follow his gaze to the trunk of the world tree, chuckling something to himself.*"
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"author": ".toddhoward",
"message": "*After being addressed directly, the figure looks away from the World Tree and towards the two Gods. His teeth, all of them fanged, part in what could be a smile on a nicer face.*\n\n'...You are *New* Gods.'\n\n*His voice, rather than being deep or alluring or full of temptation, is more like a dozen whispers coalescing into one sound. High pitched and low, fast and slow, a swarm of sounds coming from those chattering fangs. He approaches closer, taking each step slowly as He walks. The claws from his feet add their own sound with every pace. Kss-clink, kss-clink.*\n\n'I am Visarni. Your first guide, it seems, after Gaia has borne you. Welcome to...'\n\n*The God pauses. He rolls one wrist in the silence, though the hand holding the torch aloft remains stable.*\n\n'Well, to Gaia. The Tree upon which we stand. And you-'\n\n*Pointing to Gullivario with one talon.*\n\n'-Even know your Domain within moments of consciousness. A good omen, I am sure.'\n\n*His head turns to Girveon, rest of the body not moving.*\n\n'I cannot say why you have been chosen. The circumstances of our births are mysterious, at least to me. But Gaia, our mother, has chosen us to Create. To act as Gods ought to, so I am told.'"
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"author": "hexinhart",
"message": "*Girveon listened to the Cattle God, well God Of Food... Apparently... Speak about how well he dressed, which was an ego boost for Girveon, but God Of Immaculately tailored Suits was kinda lame, at least cattle made sense for someone who was eating grass. Nevertheless, as Gullivario walked up to his face, Girveon didn't even flinch, he simply looked up at the giant, and took another inhale of his cigar and simply let out the contents of the smoke onto Gullivario's face...* \n\n\" **Want a hit?... It'll make you feel even better. Just don't eat it alright?** \" \n\n*He made a little chuckle back at the other God, seemingly amused for the humor of the gluttonous God. He then responded with a calm voice, similar sounding to a southern accent as well, but seemingly deeper. Especially after hearing the nickname, he couldn't help but chuckle again before saying...* \n\n\" **Call me Girveon... My domain is Gambling, I especially favor it when the stakes are high... What about you Bessie, what's your name...** \" \n\n*He said teasingly, chuckling even more even... And kept the expression as he stared at the other God. He smirks at him, at least his mind was telling him right, we are meant to create, even destroy, so we as a whole can create again... Very well then...* \n\n*Girveon looked at this so called guide... Smiled even a bit more, observing him, calculating in his head even.* \n\n\" **\"To act as Gods...\" How interesting... Many people can view that differently here. That can start affiliations, especially deciding whether we will be malevolent or benevolent Gods. However, whomever Gaia truly is, she most certainly has good taste in bringing in a fucked family tree. But who am I to oppose such a grand gift, I'll accept it, and use it generously. I assume you're a God yourself? What is your name, I rather not give you nickname, because I wouldn't know what to call you for starters.** \" \n\n*With even a rough examination of Visarni and Gullivario. He knew the struck interesting gold, having potential allies like these two would come in handy, especially in a world where Gods wont always get along with other Gods... After all, in games, numbers are always a bonus. Especially if those numbers are useful. But rather than thinking of others as game pieces, he rather have someone he can trust and rely on... So he'll definitely keep in touch with these two if possible.*"
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"author": "owlrein",
"message": "*The Gluttonous God simply allowed the cigar smoke to be blown into his face, simply blinking his hooded eyes, his wide grin never leaving his face. He'd simply inhale the smoke, tasting the scent on his tongue before exhaling it back out towards the God who'd sent it. Whether the gesture was meant to intimidate, or show a lack thereof, Gullivario chose instead to once again exercise restraint in showing any strong distaste beside a subtle challenging glint in his green eyes.*\n\n\"Hell, if yer offerin', can't turn down an offer like that.\" \n\n*Gullivario said in his low, southern drawl before he'd take a hit of the well-tailored God's cigar, holding it between his sharp teeth, allowing the smoke to well in his mouth before exhaling the smoke slowly through his nostrils, further adding to the God's bull-like appearance by mistake. With a hearty half-chuckle he'd return the cigar, uneaten, to the God who called himself Girveon. He quite enjoyed the taste, unsurprisingly, and nodded to signify this.*\n\n\"Interesting name you're given yerself, Giveon.\" He'd repeat the name, letting it roll off of his tongue. \"Interesting domain too, I'm glad to find another fella who values his stakes, though something tells me we've got different stakes on our minds. The name's Gullivario, charmed I'm sure.\"\n\n*He'd grin jovially again, winking a bright eye as he'd chuckle, straightening his posture so he was not bowed slightly to Giveon's level anymore. Once again he'd turn to address the 'guide' which approached them, tilting his head curiously.*\n\n\"To create, eh? Acting as gods all the while... I like your words, stranger. What are you gonna do to guide us, pray tell?\"\n\n*He'd remark to himself that these two were quite the interesting individuals, at least he percieved they made pleasant company in the present moment, anyway.*"
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"author": ".toddhoward",
"message": "*Gambling. The word was practically unknown to Him, but it drew up enough vague images to understand the concept. The God whose Domain deals with grilling and spices, however, Visarni understood well. Hunger dogged Him constantly, though perhaps not the physical kind. On with the talking.*\n\n'I would not wish to guide you per say, merely offer you more than I had at the time of My birth.'\n\n*He turns and gestures away from Gaia's Trunk, His torch flaring a little as He does.*\n\n'When you wish to claim your right, you must walk upon the Branches. It may take moments to find your Realm, or days - time hardly matters to us. Nestled within the Tree's hold will be a land for you to sculpt as you please. Forests, deserts, mountains, oceans, whichever speaks to you. Then, to offer you worship, mortals. They will become a community under your hands, or perhaps you will have them live in solitude.'\n\n*Visarni's hand goes a little further and the torch's flames point in one direction.*\n\n*'There* In the West is where I make my Home, along with my fellows, the Dual Gods Ystin and Nitsy. Should you wish to enter my Realm for whatever reason, make your presence known, and Avali-Satta will be open to you. I suggest asking politely for anyone else.'\n\n*...He isn't sure where that name came from. Somewhere in the back of His mind. Well, He's got a whole mentor thing going on right now, so he shouldn't draw attention to that.*\n\n'My name is Visarni, God of Nightmares. And, as for our... Family tree, that is one thing I know little about. From what I have gleamed, our Siblings, whether you claim them as such or not, are disorganized to some level. If they *Were* Organized, maybe we would have someone ready to greet new Gods like ourselves.'\n\n*Given His voice (voices?) has been nothing but neutral, the slightly disgruntled tone there might be a surprise.*\n\n'Nonetheless, assume that most concepts you think of have a God attached to their Domain, and hope that when you walk to find them, Gaia's Branches will lead you the right way.'"
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"author": "bagelbee",
"message": "*Time. It's something perceived differently all around, and yet why do countless others seemingly know how long it took to manifest? Even at the end of the day, this one was quite in sync with the two prior fruit drops. The idea of a simple fruit falling was under no accounts a normal occurrence, however in this case- for everyone around who came from the tree itself would be of new life. Life that would have great effect and status of the world, even if they did not wish for it.*\n\n*The fruit that was seemingly gliding down was of simple colors. Yet its beauty felt like no other. Its unique proportions was that of a peach, while its color radiated that of a cherries. It was not scarred, nor was it in any shape seemingly wrong. At the top instead of sporting a normal fruity stem, it held a rose. One of which would sway as the fruit would drop.*\n\n*Little did this small being would know, it was their turn to fully take shape and manifest. There was no telling of its fate beyond which it would become. And due to it only being a simple fruit it had no way of telling what its thoughts were. Thankfully, its form seemingly decided it had no intention of becoming harmed or scathed in any way. It began to take shape mid-air, rather than waiting for its full completion of a drop.*\n\n*Her legs would form first, as she gracefully falls down to the ground the rest of her body to her head forms. In a rather slender and curvaceous shape, she took pride as her left leg's ivory heel would touch the ground. Following in stance, almost as if she was a ballerina landing from a graceful leap, would follow her right leg.*\n\n*Her dress would be the next thing to form outside of her body and heels. In a tight manor yet slightly loose, the dress would form around her hourglass body. Being that of a rather gorgeous cherry red. Her hair then would finally take its full color, being that of a lighter pink as it dropped down to its wavy bob. Her hair was perfect, and not at all messy even with her abrupt manifestation.*\n\n*Her slender arms with a very fair complexion would reach down and pat down her dress, pulling out any kind of wrinkles that took effect along the way. She would slightly pull it down, which was heavily unnecessary with how deep the V lined neck already was on the dress.*\n\n*Her chest would rise and fall as she took in the smell of the world around her. It was an inhalation that was abruptly interrupted by the individual who was seemingly smoking. She thankfully did not mind the smell or the taste at all.*\n\n*She looked around at the area- unsure of what to fully think of what was going on around. She felt overwhelmed by the newly found information that she seemingly developed with. She let out a brief sigh as she looked around with her eyes, followed by her slightly turning her body in a full 360 degrees.*\n\n*She blinked a few more times as she generously thought to herself.*\n\n*'The area around is not as graceful as it should be. . .Perhaps it could be better.'*\n\n*She turned once again to the tree that stood tall before her. She thought once more to herself as to what the tree could be. . What it should be. All though she saw it as a beacon of life, something she gratefully appreciated- a true thought that occurred in her mind was almost screaming to her.*\n\n*'I wonder what each of their desires hold upon birth. . .'\n\n*Her mind comes to a pause before continuing more.*\n\n*'Or what the already existing ones lust for.'*\n\n*Basic thoughts of which all though very cliché, was the basic grasp of her character that she could fully pull close to her chest. She felt proud of her own thoughts, yet at the same time felt it was too broad- too simple for her to think of.*\n\n*She lightly shook her head, not wanting to overwhelm her mind by thinking too astray from the simple basics she knew upon being birthed.*"
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"author": "hexinhart",
"message": "*Girveon only smirked as the large God had stared back at him, who of which blowed back the contents so bravely, brazen, a trait that Girveon definitely found amusing. He watched as the bully horned god took the cigar from him, and took a pass at that, handling the smoke very easily. No matter the case, Girveon smirked even more, seeing that he wasn't seemingly a boring God... Not at all. I guess one of the few perks of being a God is you get free cigars whenever you want, not that the concept of spending anything would be something he'd have to track in a world without an economy, but it also made him think... His domain does have something to do with wealth. After the gluttonous god had returned his cigar, he immediately of which, turned to the other god in the area, and gestured the cigar to the more slender looking god... In which he said... Still talking to Gullivario* \n\n\" **I think we're going to be good friends Gullivario... Very good friends. As someone who likes to win... The only way to do it is to take a chance. Am I right?** \" \n\n*He then directed his attention to Visarni, he said with a clear voice. But afterwards, he had heard the lanky creature talk, his expression only became more smug, and seemingly relaxed..* \n\n\" **I see... So I guess we're a bunch lambs being led into slaughter... Or being lifted the biggest of heavens depending on how we choose to spend our time here. Especially depending on how we wish to create our domain... As in territory that is. But it's wonderful you offer us capability of seeing you and your realm sometime. One day I might just take you up on that offer.** \" \n\n*He made deep chuckle, before continuing to listen to the older god. In which he learned the god's true name, and hearing about his siblings truly made him think about how they are like, in which he could gamble on the fact, these gods are probably powerful and will take advantage of that fact, power can either make you really good... Or really evil... And although trust is a fundamental need. Some Gods just rather be solo, and work better that way. However, that unfortunately will not do for Girveon, no, he'd be too bored, entertainment only works when you party with friends. Girveon then said after hearing the God out about his \"Siblings\" And what not.* \n\n\" **I agree actually, disorganization breaks things like being cooperative and understanding... I wouldn't be surprised if such a community was completely dangerous. So how is it, youre not like that, what is it that you gain from even helping us if this system is going to break down sooner or later? I mean.. Maybe you and I might be thinking similar reasons... Or... You're just extremely generous for a god, and wish for things to change? No disrespect on where you stand, I truly do appreciate the help.** \" \n\n*He questioned the other deity, but furthermore he said...* \n\" **Also before we leave... If you listen closely.. I think we got another visitor on their way down the tree..** \" \n\n*In which soon after they stopped talking he took a minute to walk away from the other deities for a moment toward the tree, as a new goddess has just been born, a goddess of significant beauty, to whomever the current goddess of beauty is, she may have some competition. He took another puff of his cigar, sending more smoke within the air, but walked over toward the goddess and offered her a hand up... Smirking just a bit, holding the cigar inbetween his teeth...* \n\n\" **Hello pinkie.. Welcome to the world of Gods... Has Gaia told you your name yet? Are you some goddess of beauty or somethin...** \"\n\n*He asked her curiously, as he then gazed her, observing her further. Although he isn't a very sexual person, nor the type to engage with women the same as anyone else would. Girveon still would want more allies, and showing some kind gestures so far as done him great luck. A specific fruit this time, a peach, quite peculiar indeed. Was her domain tied to it, maybe the goddess of peaches? Her hair was similarly colored so he wouldn't be surprised...* \n\n\" **If you would like... You can join us.. We're just about to take a look around this place, the home of Gaia and the Gods, a realm for just us.. And all her children.. That or you can stay here and fend for yourself.. Whatever makes your odds greater in your opinion.** \" \n\n*He would give a light chuckle, obviously, not being alone would be greater, but whom knows, maybe she's also the goddess of solitary, he wouldn't be surprised. Despite also how close he was, he did not smell like cigars, nor did he stink of anything, he seemed rather pleasant but dark at the same time. Whether he took her hand or not, he would immediately back over to the rest of the group, taking one more hit of his cigar before dropping it to the floor crushing it... Seemingly afterwards, the cigar remains turned into a light and seemingly glittered away into the wind. He then placed a hand on his hip and stared at the other Gods before him.* \n\n\" **I knew I should have waited a little bit longer.. I wanted to leave sooner... But today... Today we can some Gods together.. Than being disorganized that is...** \""
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"author": "owlrein",
"message": "*Gullivario grinned, satisfied in his sensing that his brazen move had made the proper impression on the new god before him. At the very least this god seemed to know how to carry and present himself, already establishing himself as a friend to Gullivario, essentially saying what the god himself was already thinking. It was absolutely clear that these two new gods were cut from similar cloth, so to speak, a fact which pleased Gullivario greatly.*\n\n\"Indeed so, no risk means no reward, or so it seems to me. Better to win with some risk, makes the whole game sweeter in the end, don't ya think?\"\n\n*He'd heartily chuckle, a deep sound resonating from his broad chest. This gambling man was an interesting fellow, more than a simple suit and tie, at least. The vid had ambition, that much was clear, and it fascinated the gluttonous god to no end. Ambition could be yoked and fed, and the rewards could be reaped in doubly should Gullivario choose to help him in his ways.*\n\n*After a moment, he'd lightly chuckle again, listening to words which the divine creature, Visarni, which spoke to them in its choral voice.*\n\n\"Yes, I'd imagine it's mighty tough to organize a bunch of newborns from the branches of a tree. Hell, we're lucky the few of us were here at once to interact at all. It's serendipitous at best, chaotic at worst, if I'm sayin' so.\"\n\n*He'd click his tongue against the back of his teeth, shaking his head. Gullivario then looked down along the branches which surrounded them, his green eyes aglow with curiosity, his kind teeming with the possibilities of an unborn realm of their creation. What great potential for consumption.*\n\n*At the mention of a newcomer, he'd turn his head around, following the direction which Girveon walked to approach the new goddess which had freshly fallen near them. Just as he had with the other gods, he'd glance over her form inquisitively, a welcoming grin returning to his face.*\n\n\"Why indeed, it appears serendipity has brought us another potential friend. How do you do?\"\n\n*With his greeting he would dip his hat to the new goddess in greeting, offering his own hand to her in a gentle manner. While he wa a glutton, somewhere within there was a gentleman as well. It could be noted that he smelled strongly of leather and a vague woodsy musk, his eyes still analyzed the goddess as he'd await her reply to the pair's greeting.*\n\n\"My friend here speaks true, we'd be glad to have you join us in our venture. I'd wager it'd be worth your while, one way or another. What's your pleasure? Be you a goddess of the fruits of beauty?\"\n\n*He'd ask with a gentlemanly grin, his green eyes focusing on her own for a brief moment before turning his head to address Girveon.*\n\n\"Agreed, I'd reckon we'd group whoever we can... Whoever we want to join us, then set out towards one of them there branches and be on our way. Our realm ain't gonna make itself after all.\""
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"author": ".toddhoward",
"message": "*First, Girveon. Cynical, or at least willing to see the negatives of Godhood while reaping the benefits. Very dissimilar from Ystin and Nitsy in that regard.*\n\n'Whatever system there is, whatever community, they did not welcome me and mine. Whether that is merely how things are *Done,* If new Gods are expected to improve and adapt on their own before joining the ranks, or if the older Gods are uncaring for one reason or another, I know not.'\n\n*As He speaks, a few of His fangs begin to shudder up and down in His jaw. The tone and pace of His speech does not waver in any way from this.*\n\n'Our ways ought to change. They always should. Stagnation is halting, and halting is loss... But fanciful words and phrases will not matter. We are Gods, and our Will *Is* Change.'\n\n*Second, Gullivario. Strange-looking like Girveon, with a similar cloth wrapping. Perhaps they were both mummified, or they have some shared wound they keep hidden under the layers? Odd. Either way, they seemed to be getting along fine.*\n\n'Lucky we were here.'\n\n*A short pause, before He continues.*\n\n'I will keep a part of myself here, to watch for new Gods. To have another at the beginning of Divinity will help.'\n\n*And, of course, if there is not yet a God of the Dream, maybe Visarni can catch them as they are born. The Nightmare and the Dream need not be enemies if He can guide them the right way. If not, it might just be nice to know other Gods for the future.\n\nFinally, the one born during their conversation. Visarni turns her way, antlers seeming to whip in the air like insect antennae just for a moment. While Girveon and Gullivario noted her beauty and spoke, He merely nodded. Quite honestly, waking for the first time and suddenly having two Gods immediately speak and ask a name would have been overwhelming for Visarni, so He'll remain silent to her. However, what Gullivario said...*\n\n'Wherever your homes are, in the West or elsewhere, it might be wise to find your neighbouring Gods. To seek out one older than us, and learn their wisdom, would help us all.'"
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"author": "bagelbee",
"message": "*As she simply would gaze at the tree as her simple thoughts invaded her mind, she would be enthralled by the sound of nearby voices. Of which, she turned her head to even acknowledge such things. She simply stared, as the individuals had their conversing moments. She was rather curious yet had yet to say a thing.*\n\n*She felt slightly confused, unsure of herself. She had a desire within that moment, one of which to stride up with confidence. However, she was still too newly formed to understand her own form. . .To understand the concept of conversing.*\n\n*Eventually though she would have no choice but to let that confident side click within her. It's almost as if in an instant of being approached her entire personality had begun to form itself. Words that would once be thought now would escape her open mouth no matter the ideal of what it was. She thought it was rather strange but accepted the way she would now speak to the two before her.*\n\n*She watched as Girveon's lips would move, it sent chills down her spine the way his voice sounded. She felt a little jump at first as she saw his hand simply extend out to her. Although she could have felt something in her own mind, she still was having a rather odd time processing everything. To her, all of the newfound information came so quickly- and the idea of having to process it so soon with the arrival of others made it no less any easier.*\n\n*She would take his hand, unsure of even what to make of it- furthermore. . She felt herself easily following this figure to the others, of which she blankly stared at. . Absorbed their features and their quirks.*\n\n\"Pinkie?\"\n\n*Is what her first word out loud would be. She let out an audible TCH, something that would completely shock herself of the instantaneous reaction. . .Was this who she was? How she was?*\n\n\"Although I take pleasure in the compliments of beauty, unfortunately I am of no such domain.\"\n\n*She simply states, pausing and taking in what she deemed a compliment. Words of which would help her carry herself throughout her new venture. What was a first tensed goddess, was now one of full confidence, she stood up straight and tall as she began to ease into herself.*\n\n\"My domain- although not beauty I am quite confident in what it is. . Perhaps that is of which Gaia has given me the gift of being rather confident in what it is. . Though I would not like to rely on a tree for all of my causes.\"\n\n*She states, as she once more looked to the tree. . Before simply looking back to Girveon to actually introduce herself.*\n\n\"I am the goddess of Lust, and Fertility- all though that entails a bit more I am sure you get the idea. . .\"\n\n*Her words are full of confidence. She carried herself with pride, and though that heavily showed one thing was certain, her tone wasn't actually snarky at all regardless of the attitude they portrayed. Her voice was that of the middle-ranged, being rather silky and soothing with that light hint of being that slight hint of deep. One could even describe it as sensual if they so wished.*\n\n*Her body would simply move on its own, she would look the Male specimen before her up and down followed by a gentle bite to her lower lip. . He definitely was a looker, that's for sure. She found Girveon to be rather musing, especially with how forward and direct he seemingly felt.*\n\n*She looked at the other two, as if she wanted to directly say her name to all three of them at once. She had no clue of what to say, but it seemed as though her lips simply moved as her subconscious knew of how she should act.*\n\n\"My name is Zeiphara, a rather odd gifted name but I quite like it.\"\n\n*She states, as she then looks to Gullivario, the one of which asked her how did she do? She had no way of actually answering that. . How was she feeling at that moment? It was a question that once more would stump her mind. One of which felt rather overwhelming for only just being born within that moment.*\n\n*She simply decided not to acknowledge it, as she simply tilt her head taking in this new figure before her. She listened to his words as her head then moved back to its normal position. Of which, she then decided to look at the two. . Once more thinking. . Wondering.*\n\n\"Join you. . In your venture?\"\n\n*She practically repeats outloud to them. Unsure of what to actually make of it, she felt hesitant and indecisive within that moment. She had no clue of who these two were, but it was almost like she was being pushed off a cliff. She felt like she needed to join these two but why was that?*\n\n*She would try to simply break it down to herself. Perhaps it was because these two were seemingly born at the same time as her. Yet why did that hesitancy- occur? It was almost like she felt as though she was being forced to make a commitment. . Why was that concept so foreign and undesirable?*\n\n\"Admittedly- I am hesitant to join you two, but. . .\"\n\n*She paused before continuing on.*\n\n\"But, I find myself rather enthralled with the both of you. . .Perhaps it's because we were simply born amongst the same tree, or because we are so close in the time of our upbringings- But I find myself willing to give it a chance and to join you two.\"\n\n*She stated as she looked to them both once more, before quickly following up with another comment of her own.*\n\n\"Though- an introduction of who you might all be would be nice. . It's already a gamble to follow two gods whom I have just met.\"\n\n*That was seemingly the last of what she would have to say within the moment. Her arms would cross slightly under chest, as she simply and is seemingly now flaunting her figure. An action that she was absolutely unaware of but seemingly had the subconscious desire to do.*"
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"author": "owlrein",
"message": "*Gullivario would chuckle deep in his throat, a gentle yet resounding noise which seemed to echo from the very caliber of his being. If there was one thing the god liked to do, it was laugh. After allowing himself time for a hearty bout of laughter, he'd regain his composure, ignoring her own ignoring both his query and the offer of his hand. He'd also note her seemingly immediate boost in confidence, smirking gently as he'd silently remark his gratitude that she had done so suddenly. At the very least, she was not a meek goddess, all the better in his opinion. It was an attractive attribute for any god to have, he'd thought to himself, adding to what he'd already considered an admirable visage of a godly being. Combined with the sensuality and charm of her voice, and with her revealing of her undoubtedly valuable domain in which she reigned, his white, toothy smile only grew wider, seeming to almost glow against his otherwise dark complexion.*\n\n\"Zeiphara... Charmed to meet you.\" *He'd speak her name slowly, letting the name roll off his tongue as if tasting a fine wine, his voice maintaining its low, gravelly sound, before dipping the dark brim of his hat to the pink-hued goddess to accent his introduction in a show of gentlemanly respect. It could be noted that his eyes would hardly waver even for an instant, seeming to not even blink for extended periods of time, as if they were ever-bright and observant, analytical of the figure before him.*\n\n\"The name's Gullivario, god of Gluttony, Cannibalism or, if you'd prefer to be colloquial, perhaps, the consumption of some of the finest forms of earthly delights.\"\n\n*He'd state his name and title with a gentle swagger to his demeanor, apparent in a gentle weave of his head upwards and a straightening to his posture, puffing out his already large chest. In his own self-assured way, he'd almost radiate the same amount of confidence and self-assurance which both Girveon and Zeiphara displayed. It was almost as if his gluttonous nature extended even to his social demeanor; as if he himself was feeding off of the very energies which his newfound comrades radiated, amplifying his own in turn. That or, of course, he just enjoyed the company of these newborn gods and their apparent ambitions.*\n\n*He'd then nod at Girveon's words as he'd speak them in his calm demeanor, placing a ringed hand upon his hip as he'd stand with his shoulders back, regaining his strong posture. His companion spoke true, the mere fact that this new goddess was even considering their offer to join them showed some initiative, at least.*\n\n\"Girveon here speaks true, I reckon we're at the prime time to make our move and take our chances with this new opportunity we've been given. And ah, if I may assert,I reckon we're going to get along just fine, the lot of us.\"\n\n*He'd say with yet another chuckle before casting a glance towards the other newly formed god which had materialized near them. He'd once again follow his greeting ritual: a dip of the hat, a flash of uncannily sharp and bright teeth, and an analytical stare from his piercing green eyes.*\n\n\"Why hello there, stranger. Name's Gullivario, god of the gluttonous and worldly consumption. How do ya do?\"\n\n*At Girveon's proposal of an enjoyable creation endeavor for the lot of them, Gulliviero would notably perk up, turning back to the group to give him his full, undivided attention. A hungry glow would begin to emanate from his pale patina eyes, especially at the mention of bounteous food and worshippers for the gods to reign over. Food was one hell of a promise to make to a gluttonous god, but the addition of other enjoyable pleasures for him to indulge in only intrigued him more. The more Girveon spoke, the more Gullivario grew to respect him, one could say even a sense of infatuation as well.*\n\n\"Well well, partner. You sure know how to drive a hard bargain, you're quite afly to what we're lookin' for, mighty admirable observation skills you've got. But now we've gotta get down to the thick of it... What is it exactly we're to do now? I don't reckon our dear ol' ma' Gaia left us a clear set o' instructions, though perhaps that's why *You're* Here, Visarni.\"\n\n*He'd note with a nod in Visarni's direction, his smile now falling slightly to a neutral line across his strong features.*"
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"author": ".toddhoward",
"message": "*Fascinating. Utterly, absolutely fascinating. While the other Gods talked amongst themselves for the most part, Visarni let Himself fade into the background of the conversation for a little. Four births at the same time, all with fairly synergistic Domains? It was a far cry from the dearth of Divinity He'd found before. \n\nAnd-yes, there was an opportunity for something, here. With Girveon's prompting of a union between the new-borns, they would quickly prove themselves capable of much. As powerful as Visarni likes to think He is, four Gods in unison could accomplish much more if they don't fall to strife and disagreements. Here was a chance to... Not join them in their venture, but help. He still prided Himself with a singular work ethic, and these outings so far from His nightmares are tiring, let alone cooperating constantly. But becoming their ally and mentor? Attempting to position Himself as wiser than them in some regards, a Divinity that can be looked to for advice?\n\nGullivario looks to Him, and as one smile fades, His only grows as He faces the group at large.*\n\n'I am not sent from Gaia to instruct you. My words are entirely of my Will. Yet she provides for us. Slumbering. When you all find your Realms... Or Realm, amidst the branches, there will be instinct. Your Domains, your natures, direct you towards forests or flatlands or steppes. Following Gaia's instincts is a choice of your own, but you will know, when the time comes, how to create. And how to Create. Mortals are more difficult than land and sky, but you will be able to teach yourselves.'\n\n*A pause. The whispers almost expand from Visarni, not coming from Him as a voice should, but right by their ears and then far away, before returning to His presence. He's either doing it to fuck with them, or that's just a perk of the Divine.*\n\n'They will learn from our Will, obvious or indirect. There is no guide to this, no path laid by greater Gods. It may be a Gamble, or a Feast, or a leap made out of Lust, or...'\n\n*Visarni's torch flares gently in the direction of each of the respective Gods, before halting on Seryiph.*\n\n'Or some poetry for your own Domain. Our paths are our own. Our Realms are our own. Our Divinity is our own. Seek me out if you need. I will help.'"
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"author": "bagelbee",
"message": "*She looked to Girveon as he was to speak. She watched as his mouth moved, a dance of which flowed out coherent words to her ears. She watched his demeanor, his stance and how he carried himself all in one. The echoing of what she was hearing was faint and distinct, she took it in trying to absorb it all.*\n\n*She no longer was standing and thinking about who she was. It seemed as though she began to understand more as she continued to engage with the three before her. Her arms would drop from their crossed position, now standing at her hips as she stood in a quite sassy stance.*\n\n*Her words would be quick- almost as if she simply spoke from her mind, rather than sitting and thinking on how to approach him.*\n\n\"Using my powers is the least of my concern. . Perhaps in the future I will need them for more trivial matters- but when it comes to a simple gamble upon basic things as to who to follow. . I think I would rather trust instinct or the facts I know.\"\n\n*She would state, as she once more let her eyes fall back upon his lips. Everytime someone spoke it was almost as if she was drawn to that area, trying to fully engage and show full interest in the ones before her.*\n\n*No less, her eyes would move up to direct eye contact every now and again. As to simply absorb their expressions. Unsure of what to fully make of those who she is with. It was already hard to tell what they were the gods of, she had no predictions no guess no nothing.*\n\n\"A god of gambling? Well isn't that quite interesting. .Of all the people I could of meet upon my arrival it had to be you-\"\n\n*She would lightly chuckle.*\n\n\"Well then I suppose you are right, mayhaps I will find great luck if I take my chances with you.\"\n\n*She watched how he carried himself throughout his introduction. The pride and confidence he showed her was rather enchanting. She was impressed by how he was able to carry himself so early on in his life. She felt herself admiring him and this newfound trait.*\n\n*Admire now at least. . Perhaps in the future it would become a pain.*\n\n*Her gaze would fall upon Gullivario as he simply said 'charmed to meet you' a fact she would hope anyone she came across would feel. No less she would have a light grin across her face as she once more watched him dip his hat to her. She was quite interested in who he was- and how he was.*\n\n\"Gluttony and **Cannibalism?** Well, aren't you quite unique?\"\n\n*She would say, sounding rather entranced by his words. The idea of being before a god of those such domains was intriguing. Especially with the politeness. . No not politeness, the gentleman like act he carried himself with.*\n\n*She watched as Gullivario would display himself almost as just as confident and ambitious as her and Girveon. And yet, to her it was simply a display of her personality. She had no clue if it was the same for them. . Was it who they were? Or was it a simple act of showing their ambitions.*\n\n*From the corner of her eye she would also notice as a newcomer would simply fall from the tree. She watched as he looked around the new environment, almost the same as her. She was intrigued with him- no not with him but simply how he looked.*\n\n*His clothes were rather comfortable looking, loose and quite even. She watched as he moved, his clear-like skin being very captivating, and the way his hair was a mess seemingly quite fitting. She watched as Girveon and Gullivario would do the same routine as they had her, a simple introduction with the idea of him joining their small formed group.*\n\n*She took a few steps. Tall and with quite a graceful stride. She stopped a little bit behind the two as she watched them with their little routine. She did not want to introduce herself just yet, though her ego could hardly handle the lack of forwardness.* \n\n*She then looks to Girveon as he once more address the group as a full. . .He was right of the idea of creating, something they all would at some point need to take part in to truly establish themselves as a whole. She lightly nodded as she absorbed his words once more, as she then proceeded to respond to him again.*\n\n\"I think it would be a nice way to spice things up. . Creating all together and keeping it quite unique. No one likes boring after all.\"\n\n*She then looks to Virsani, as he seemingly has the last words to sort of speak in their discussion. He was an interesting figure, one she was quite intrigued by. She nodded as he spoke, yet really unsure of what to add to what he had to say. .Her mind was not full of any questions, or worries. . None that he could at least answer for her.*\n\n*She felt as though it was not the time to engage with him just yet. . As she simply just let it be.*"
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"author": "avery.yreva",
"message": "The bass of tribal sounding drums rang throughout the upperbranches of the world tree. Leaves wavered in response to the slightly increasing turbulence. As the song continued to play, the movements of the leaves became more rythmic - as though they were dancing. Gaia remains undisturbed by the ruckus caused by her latest blessing to the world. A high hanging fruit in the upper reaches of this area of Yggdrasil began to crackle with electricity. Energy surged within the fruit, causing it to adopt an electric blue glow before ultimately falling onto a branch. The climax of the beat approached upon the landing of the fruit, bore from it was Imoni. \n\nHer eyes fluttered open, revealing two irises that crackeled similarly to the fruit did. Curiously, they looked around, familiarizing herself with the newfound surroundings. There was a sense of familiary ebbing from the heart of the tree, the All Mother. In silence, Imoni stood from her seated position, peering over the edge of her branch down the length of the world tree. For a moment, she was captivated by the infinite prowess of Gaia.\n\nImoni turned, looking about at neighboring branches where there were other deities chatting. As a deity herself, she instantly recognized the aura of vitality and strength that clung to the dozens of bodies around her. *\"How...\"* Her confusion didn't linger for long, as her curious eyes found something new to fixate on. A set of drums sat near where she originally emerged from the fruit. Despite being initially mundane, upon her acknowledgement of the instrument it seemingly sprung to life. An arc of lightning bounced between the drums, before the ultimiately began flowing around the new goddess. \n\nInstinctively, her ebon hands rose to began striking the drums, a sound so thunderous emerged as a result of her strike. Imoni's eyes widened upon the revelation of the properties of the drums. As a wide smile crept onto her full lips, Imoni took a few steps forward the edge of the branch. She watched in awe as it arched and connected to another branch in order to support her weight.\n\nImoni was born donning minimal clothing, simply donning an elegant loincloth that wrapped around her waist and reached to her sandaled feet. As for her top she wore something akin to a stappy bralette, the fabric of such matching that of her loincloth. There are intricate details on both articles of her clothing, patterns and lines placed strategically that occasionally have a glow. Her eyes fell to her feet, then her attire, and then her arms. Her veins were filled with what appeared to be a pulsating black substance, these same veins sprung from her eyes like an array of lightning. \"Peculiar,\" She stated briefly, aloud this time. Her sultry yet booming voice surprised even her, it carried the same weight as her drums."
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"author": "5amur1",
"message": "*Standing there Seryiph soaked in the area around him as he technically lived his first few minutes in this world? No not a world this existence the consciousness of a sentient being having only awoken moments prior. The rush of new senses and feelings were exhilarating yet- Seryiph found he couldn't care less about it. The feeling of earth against his feet, the feeling of air entering the lungs before passing back out in the form of carbon dioxide, the simple way his loose fitting silken garments lightly pressed against his skin, the sound of voices-*\n\n*His moment of quiet contemplation, a chance to absorb all that was the world around him was stopped as one of those voices that were registering in the back of his mind focused their attention on him. Moving his gaze from far off into the distance Seryiph turned his head slightly so that he could regard the new figure before him their words of greeting registering within his mind before promptly being discarded. It was a senseless noise whatever the figure before him was saying and it took a few seconds for Seryiph to finally begin understanding their words as the conscious effort of conversation began. Tuning in mentally as he mentioned a group Seryiph found his gaze moving to the other members present an odd assortment. Following the figure who had spoken to him as he had nothing better to do Seryiph found himself confronted by one of the other members of that strange posy the man dressed in some sort of odd attire giving him a needlessly formal greeting.*\n\n-\n\n*In response to his greeting Seryiph simply raised a hand letting it dangle loosely in the air for several seconds before dropping it to his side once more. It seemed the man had prompted him a question to which he should probably respond- yet that seemed senseless- gathering his energy and motivation Seryiph opened his mouth in order to respond.*\n\n\"AHHhhhhhhhhhh~\"\n\n*Instead of any sort of words the newly formed god simply yawned, raising the same hand he had used to give that wimpy noodle of a wave up towards his mouth out of a strange instinctual habit. Unlike the high confidence and gentle charisma the other gods carried, Seryiph stood there with a slight hunch to his back, a bored almost disinterested look on his face even as the weight of creation was being folded in front of him.*\n\n\"You can call me Seryiph.\"\n\n*Even that simple phrase was spoken dully. Despite his gentle and soft voice, an almost melodic melody of syllables and constatents it felt like Seryiph wasn't even speaking to Gullivario just to his general direction. Like a child who was responding to a nagging caregiver somewhat present but clearly focused on something else. This was because he was, in his own mind Seryiph was already starting to grow bored, the sound of conversation beginning to grow distant and fuzzy as if he were underwater and even the sight of the things around him began to shorten like when you look through an unforced telescope. Unfortunately he was brought back to reality as the third member who had been the quietest so far moved a bright line directly into his view causing Seryiph to snap back to some sort of reality and focus his attention on the figure holding such a flame. It seemed though that figure had nothing of substance to say to him and so naturally his gaze wandered to the last member of the group as he wondered if she would decide to bother him as well. . .*\n\n-\n\n*It seemed not yet despite that Seryiph found himself beginning to feel a spark of interest in the women before him as their eyes locked the light glow of his iris still visible even through his tinted glasses. It was not because of her shock of rosey pink hair or the way the dress she wore teased the eyes and sparked the imagination, no it was neither of those. Glancing away from her he looked to either shoulder looking at the fluffed up pillowy pads he had there and then back to the women . . .*\n\n*For the first time a question popped into the young gods mind as he regarded Zeiphara his eyes no longer locking with hers but instead aimed slightly downward nearer her chest.*\n\n*'Those look like comfy pillows- how soft are they?'*"
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"author": "hexinhart",
"message": "*Girveon listened to all the Gods, especially the new arrival and his interesting... Wording on the goddesses breasts. Not that he could blame him, she was beautiful, easy for anyone to fall for, at least not as easily as Girveon, he had his eyes on a different prize. Making an interesting creation, one that he would definitely benefit from, and of course gaining Allie's while he was at it. First he had to talk with the new comer.* \n\n\" **Now sleeping beauty is finally waking up. He saw himself a set of pinky's tits and he's becoming more awake by the minute. In that case, I must ask, what is your domain and name?... It must have something... To do with your interesting behavior.** \" \n\n*Girveon chuckled, finding the man's guts to say as he pleases quite amusing. Definitely a useful trait, but his slow behavior can be quite the patience tester. But Girveon knew one thing, in any strategy game, patience is always key, even if it's the most painful. But even if that's the case... Girveon's luck knows no bounds, there must be a reason why another modern looking god appeared before him...* \n\n*Of course, Girveon then simply looked at the other Gods in the area, and smirked at them, and simply said...* \n\n\" **It seems... Maybe our mother simply has will to grant us more gifts. The gifts being more allies to rely on, especially in a world filled with gods. But the true game is to not reveal all your cards before the actual game... Just enough of a poker face to fool those around you. No matter the case, this for certainty is a winning hand, as long as we play our cards correctly. That being said...** \" \n\n*He looks back at the slumbering god, and simply asks...* \n\n\" **What is your name?.. Seeing you might be too tired to move... Our new friend Gullivario can most certainly give you a lift as well... To some very comfortable chairs, couches and pillows... As many as you like. But you'll need to pay the buy-in with information first... Understand?** \" \n\n*Girveon was a little smug, but very intent on getting to his goal, ambition, which was much needed in this group if they were going to give their best chance. However, it seemed Gullivario nor Zeiphara didn't have any issues with that, which made them very viable. However, this new guy, an interesting character indeed, seemed very out of it, but something told Girveon that this character of a person, has more to offer than a simple yawn to the face. So Girveon then asked this...* \n\n\" **Besides... Since you're a God, and we're all Gods, what would you like to create in our world we'll soon call our home... That's if you're interested in having good pillows that is...** \" \n\n*Girveon did throw a light tease, but he wasn't joking, if Seryiph did agree, he would have these things he might want. But Girveon was only testing the waters, seeing that he seemed like he had something to do with sleep, and there's nothing better than gaining a benefit after doing a few chores, and Girveon understands rewards are the reasons why many takes risk in the begin with, so this situation won't be any different. He then finally said...* \n\n\" **I guess it's also fair the other Gods introduced themselves as well. After all, you guys are apart of this party, and together... We'll most certainly make this a celebration...** \" \n\n*Girveon said with a simple light smirk and a small snicker.. Also he seemed to also took out his lighter, and another cigar seemingly wanting another good smoke, even him not being a god of sloth, he was pretty worn out now, repeating things multiple times can get tiring naturally.. But this should be the best time to get use to it, especially since they'll be alive for eternity.*"
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"author": "owlrein",
"message": "*Gullivario would, for what was probably the first time since his creation, conduct a brief double-take of the situation. He'd simply blink at the forwardness of this drowsy newcomer and his outright ogling of the goddess' chest. Not that he could blame him, even Gullivario himself had taken notice of the goddess' shapely figure upon her arrival, though he had chosen to approach his commentary on it in an albeit subtler way. The god may have hunger on the brain, but he knew a looker when he saw one, that much was true.*\n\n*After his initial shock faded, the god would heartily laugh again, his mouth opening wide to reveal his elongated teeth. Whether it was because of this newcomer's forwardness, sleepy demeanor, or overall appearance of uncaring slothfulness was uncertain, knowing his humor, it was likely a combination of the three. Only a few moments of miraculous consciousness, and the god at least appeared to have his priorities clearly cut out.*\n\n\"My, my friend... You sure have a way with yer words. And well, I've gotta hand it to you, I value a fella who values his comfort and knows what he wants, and you, sir, seem to value it quite so. Damned what the rest around ya think, it's quite admirable!\"\n\n*The god spoke in his resounding growl of a voice, akin to the deep bellow of a wild boar, though still carrying his jovial note of laughter. The god sure seemed to laugh alot, especially for a After the moment would pass he'd regain himself, shaking his head and adjusting his hat by the brim atop his horned head, the hat miraculously materializing itself around the horns as if the fabric were made of dark mist.*\n\n\"Ah, y'all'll have to forgive my outburst,\" *He'd remark in a tone which wasn't quite apologetic as much as relaxed, turning back to the small group which now formed.* \"I can be prone to loosin' myself in a joke.\"\n\n*He'd then turn briefly from the sleepy god to Girveon, allowing him to speak his bit before nodding and turning back to Seryiph, staring down at him with his unblinking, piercing eyes.*\n\n\"Girveon 'ere is right, fella... Think of it as a lil' bit o' *Quid pro quo*, you tell us things and we let ya play yer part alongside us in our little group 'ere. And trust me when I say... It ain't an offer you wanna pass up.\"\n\n*His words would drip with persuasive, albeit intimidating, resonance, almost as if the weight of his words was given solely by the gravel of his voice. Given that this new god seemed to be much more... Out of it, so to speak, he figured a little extra 'reassurance' from his part might be helpful in getting a straight answer from him... One that was perhaps more desirable for Girveon and the rest. He'd then shrug his shoulders, rolling them backwards to adjust his posture.*\n\n\"And yes, supposin' you need a lift, I'd be happy to oblige, given that you'd be joining us on our way. I reckon you'd find *All* The comfortable perches you desire if you do.\"\n\n*He'd slightly raise a broad arm, suggesting that the drowsy god would be escorted with them via carrying if he complied, and if he so desired. Gullivario's surprisingly strong build wasn't just for show, after all.*"
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"author": ".toddhoward",
"message": "*His advice had been... Noted, probably, but not commented on. Fair. Given a set of guidelines on something He doesn't know, no matter how vague, would probably end with a nod and a swift moving along. Still, with Him out of the conversation, it gave Him time to think and consider.\n\nThey would fail together, hard, or find tremendous victory together.\n\nIt all depended on how far Girveon pushed as a leader. Well, that and a few hundred other factors, but Visarni isn't the God of Social Circles so He'll focus on the one. Obviously, Girveon has impressed his will upon the rest of these Gods, greeting them all and making the first offer of them all joining together. Maybe the personalities of the others would clash, and wouldn't that be a sight to see? The fabric of their group unravelling with every unspoken word, secrets kept and strategies withheld, until they parted ways.\n\nOr. Or, perhaps, that might not happen. Whether Girveon remains their de facto leader or someone else takes his place (or they become an actual equal council), they could remain united for many immortal lifetimes. Four Gods united with all their power, surely they could do something with all that. Something He has no knowledge of, can hardly fathom until the time comes, changing something big or small. Not to mention...\n\nOh.*\n\n***Oh.***\n\n*For the first time, while they all talk, Visarni's eyeless sockets size them all up. Not in some desirous way, but as one opponent looking at many others. If He fails, if He manages to anger them, fails to agree with them, disregards them... That is four Gods against Him. And He would lose that fight. \n\nThe balance of power has very much shifted within His head.\n\nMaybe He could lead them into considering Him a mentor and a guide. Maybe He could make it so they never even consider the idea of fighting Him, because He is too wise, or too \"Powerful\", or some other quality. But more than likely - on His own advice! - they would find an Old God and be taken under their wing instead. And He would be left behind in their immediate pursuit for power. Or worse, ground into the dust that follows them, begging.\n\nCasually facing left and right, He notices another God on another Branch. She, presumably a she, carried some strange instrument. No, He didn't even know what an instrument was in the first place. Maybe a concept of an instrument? Maybe something Divine just jogged His memory. Either way, certainly of interest if this whole group plan falls through.\n\nWell. He has given His advice, and let them talk. While He thinks, they may talk more. Besides, Visarni is very new on this whole subtle manipulation idea, and needs a bit of time to figure that out.*"
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"author": "fatherpanda",
"message": "The young god would slowly move from the crouched position, his large and thick arms limply dangling down by his side. After a few moments of silence he very slowly started to open his eyes, the multi-colored emerald green and icy blue orbs staring blankly ahead as he seemed to be staring off into the distance, not exactly focused on anything. He seemed to remain in this hypnotic state for mere seconds before they slowly filled with life. He let out a small sigh as a dark aura fell upon him. The energy surrounding him seemed cruel and unpleasant. Something that others would often avoid. Of course, this energy had only seemed visible for five seconds before it was gone. \n\nThe massive god stood at 9 '9 with a very muscular body, tribal tattoos scattered across his body, his forearms, biceps, chest, back and even along his neck. The nude god had long crimson red hair which had fallen over his face, stopping near his waist. They were unable to see much at first. After a minute or two had passed, the god's hair slowly faded away. It was now much shorter and a dark black color, with a mixture of gray in there. They would very slowly raise their hands up to their face, holding them outwards as if attempting to take a hold of the endless sky. \n\n\"Ah...\"\n\nThe god attempted to speak, only for nothing to come out, their mouth hanging agape, their sharp fang like teeth now visible to whoever was around, if others were even in the surrounding area. He stood nude with nothing covering his large figure. Scars scattered along the palm and the back of his hand, more slowly forming around his forearms and biceps. She would very slowly close her mouth, a frown starting to form before the god took their first steps forward. The concept of walking feels so foreign to them. \n\n\"Ah... This feeling. I am not fond of it at all...\"\n\nThey muttered to themselves, their voice being extremely deep with a calm and gentle tone. They would soon start to look around the area, their eyes falling upon their body, seeing that they were... Well, wearing nothing. They seemed to be muttering something under their breath as clothing slowly formed. They were now wearing a pair of black boots, and a suit... Somewhat. They had their shirts unbuttoned, nothing seeing the nude to cover anything entirely other than their lower body. \n\nThat is... Much better than nothing, I guess...\"\n\nThey muttered to themself. They continued walking, slowly getting used to the movements that they needed to make. After a few more minutes of this, they would suddenly stumble. The god of Wrath had fallen forward, landing in a position where they were kneeling. They would pause for a few seconds before moving into a position where they rested upon their knees. The god would gently place their hands upon their thighs, slowly closing his eyes. She would take in a deep breath as her form shifted into a much smaller form, standing at 7 '7 with long crimson red hair. The woman remained in their seated position for a few seconds with their eyes closed before they spoke.\n\n\"Ha... Very... Interesting. I do not believe I hate this...\"\n\nShe muttered to themselves, even while in a female form. They still had a voice that seemed deeper than most women. The goddess slowly stood up, glancing around the area. They remained in a suit, this time it was fully closed up to keep everything hidden. The goddess would gently tap her fingers along her thighs as she looked around, slowly sliding her hands up her figure before they would reach their hair. She would lightly drag her fingers through it, as her hair seemed to move on its own, soon being in a ponytail. \n\n\"I see. So, I am capable of doing this. Interesting, I believe I will be fond of my time spent here...\"\n\nShe muttered to herself as her form shifted once again, returning to the 9'9 man, the suit growing to fit his figure as he grew. The hair remains the crimson red color, this time being in a manbun. He would look around at the gods who surrounded the area, a bit curious about them all. He was curious. Who were they? Who was... He?\n\nUpon that thought popping into his head, his entire body would go stiff. He seemed confused, who was he actually? Where was he? Where did he come from? Ah... Right, the fruit. He brought a hand up to his face, lightly covering his face as a million different thoughts raced through his head, before everything seemed to go blank as he spoke.\n\n\"Wrath. Kazashimo Kage... Ha... So loud...\"\n\nHe muttered."
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"author": "thegnomeof",
"message": "Another fruit was almost ready to fall. This particular divine womb took the form of what appeared to be an acorn. It was, however, seemed to have a few cracks forming around the base. By any outsider's knowledge whatever goodness the nut might have had would have by now gone bad. Luckily for whatever deity it held within it's nutty walls, they did not have much of a tendency to go bad. Of course the occupant was not aware of even that. Resting, forming, or outright sleep? Who could say what direct condition it was indeed. Yet a slow stirring was occurring within as the fruit was getting ready to be release. The cracks were growing, ever growing. Finally the nut would fall and break against the branch.\n\nOut of the nut sprang out leaves colored orange, red and yellow. Luckily these did seemingly help pad the fall of whatever was inside. A hand first sprung out from the leaves. It was gloved and seemed to have some of the leaves stuck inside as well as a few pieces of straw. Then the rest of what the hand belonged to emerged from the pile of leaves. It was a rather odd looking deity compared to those of flesh and blood that were nearby. This was, of course, because it was a scarecrow that had emerged out of the pile.\n\nIt was tall by most standards, of course it did not compare much to the other young deities who were nearby. The god's head consisted of an old cloth bag held on by a piece of rope with a face that appeared to have been drawn on. A crooked smile, a single triangle in the middle appeared to represent it's nose and two black eyes that seemed to not be quite even. On it's head rested a conical, woven hat that was currently covered in leaves. It wore a dull blue shirt with patches running across it of various colors. A pair of old pants with a single strap running over his shoulder holding it up. At the end of the legs was a pair of stained boots. How these clothes had gotten in such a state? Who could say? Perhaps the one wearing them?\n\nThe god slowly began turning his head between the tree and other newly birthed gods. He then looked down at his body, nearly jumping in shock at the sight of himself. After catching himself in the moment, he lifted up one of his hands and poked at himself. It seemed to be amazed at himself. He then reached his hand up to his face and touched at his mouth. Once he had done this he lowered them, shaking a little before speaking,\n\n\"Maa, moo, mash... Huh... I can speak!\" The seemingly drawn on smile moved to the words on the scarecrows lips. The eyes blinked, disappearing for a moment before returning to looking out and about at everything around him. \"I think I like speaking. Great. Good. Potatoes. *Legumes.* **Radishes!**\" In his delight the scarecrow changed his tone throughout, testing what he could say. His legs began to dance, at least as well as he could, prancing about in the remnants of his acorn before falling into a pile. Laughter emerged from his non-existent lips before looking back over at the other young deities. \n\nHis hand returned to his hat, gripping it as he appeared to be thinking of something to say. Then it finally hit him. \"Name. Name! I should say a name for me.\" The scarecrow picked itself back up, \"Corshanks! I believe that is the name for me. Corshanks, god of the Harvest and Agriculture!\""
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"author": "mxsttyxd",
"message": "*On just one of the many large and lush branches of this tree would hang a bright green(almost a sickly colored) apple. The apple would have an almost unnatural yet belonging look to it, as many of the fruits on this tree would. This apple would be without imperfection, perfectly shaped and rounded. There is a sudden twitch, or maybe a shudder, that seems to run through it. Then there are two, then three, then many more before suddenly the apple begins to fall, perfectly splitting open as it does.*\n\n*From this apple as it hit a slightly lower branch, a figure in the shape of a woman with enviable features would emerge. This figure has black hair that gleams with many exotic and lively colors that streak through it occasionally. For a moment as she is curled up, she would appear to be completely barren, with clear and fair skin broken up only by vine/branch-like markings. Then when she begins to fully unravel herself do her clothes(and accessories) form.*\n\n*First, a dark black cocktail dress that goes down to her mid-thighs. Four inch black platform boots form next, plated with gold chains and accessories. Then, her jewelry, gold jewelry adorning her arms, neck, and waist. Finally, as she opens her eyes that are filled with the colors of her hair, her headdress forms. It is made of an assortment of white flowers with yellow insides, connected on either side of her head by two draping golden chains.*\n\n*The new goddess would blink, her face expressionless, then she would break into an unnerving and quite. . .Unnatural smile. Her colorful eyes would look around, sweeping the area with digilence. Then, she looks down upon herself and lifts her hands to inspect them, admiring the shiny gold rings.*\n\n\"How gorgeous. .\"\n\n*She slightly startles at her own voice, smooth and clear, then laughs a bit at herself as she puts one hand down and brings the other to lightly touch her neck, feeling the other gold adornments.*\n\n\"Hm. .What would be an appropriate name to match me?\"\n\n*She thinks to herself for a moment then takes her hand from her necklace and snaps her fingers.*\n\n\"Anasuya! A perfectly fitting name.\"\n\n*And that was how the goddess of envy(and some other things) began her journey.*"
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"author": "5amur1",
"message": "*Seryiph glances at the gods gathered around him, the attention was strange and slightly uncomfortable. It didn't make sense to him why he was eliciting such a reaction from the gathered crowd. All he wanted to do was find a nice place to rest his head. It seemed they wanted to know about him although he wasn't sure why it seemed also they weren't very attentive in the first place. Once more opening his mouth the airy almost distracted sounded voice quietly spoke.*\n\n\"Seryiph as I said you can call me Seryiph.\"\n\n*He paused, sort of closing his eyes for a few seconds as he recovered from the mental strain of having to deal with so many different sights and sounds. Seriously, he was just one guy why did he have to draw such a crowd.*\n\n\"I am the god of stagnation, sleep, and apathy if you must know and as I just said my name is Seryiph.\"\n\n*The talkative figure called Girveon had asked him his name at least two separate times and so he answered thrice to make it clear what his name was so hopefully he wouldn't have to answer again.*\n\n*Their words resonated in his head, their random bits about some group and power hitting some part of his brain that he recognized but at the same time he found it hard to understand. The idea of creation was not a hook for him, he cared not about their ideas of making a new thing but rather the idea that he could just lounge around aided by these other beings was attractive for sure. Glancing once more at the pink comfy looking goddess he turned to Gullivario meeting his unblinking stare with one of his own although it was hard to tell because of the sunglasses covering the glowing orbs.*\n\n-\n\n*This figure was offering to carry him? Their frame was powerful and he had no doubt the god in front of him could support his weight yet at the same time he had just burst into a random fit of noise which did not look pleasant to sleep with. Despite that Seryiph nodded towards them moving forward slightly to him. For years he had spent resting in his mothers arms and he could only hope Gullivario could recreate that for him.*\n\n*Moving so that he was right in front of his new support Seryiph tilted his head at him somewhat curious as to how the figure would carry him. As he did from the corner of his brain he registered the sound of several things hitting the ground- it seemed there would be more company. Thinking about having to talk with even more people was exhausting enough and in this moment he decided that no he wouldn't be doing that.*\n\n*Upon deciding that Seryiph simply crumpled. His legs simply buckled and the sleepy god fell perfectly sideways as if he suddenly got shot in the side of his head similar to former president John F Kennedy in a land far removed from this one. It would seem he had put all of his faith into Gullivarito but in reality he would have done this no matter who was around simply not wanting to deal with so many people after just being born.*"
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"author": "hexinhart",
"message": "*As Gods started to appear more frequently, Girveon's greed was in play, as he wanted to rally in more and more Gods. More Gods means more Allie's, more allies means more power for themselves and he quite knew that. However, he didn't want to come off that way, but instead decided to greet the Gods instead..* \n\n\" **Mmm... Wrath... God Of Wrath I assume?... Interesting and I assume your name is Kazashimo as well... Too long I'll call you Kaz instead, alright? Welcome to Gaias tender and loving branches... Also known as our mother...** \"\n\n*Girveon was surprised on how quickly he adapted to his abilities, especially on how he took on his appearances as well. He gave a chuckle to the new God, and decided to look him up and down, especially on his sheer size. Yup, he definitely looks like a wrath God.* \n\n\" **You do seem rather large for a God, very well respectable indeed. We like that. Very well... Let's see what else we got here...** \" \n\n*Girveon looked over to the side, gracing his eyes on the handsome god with ram-like horns. He had also had quite the figure just like Kaz, but seemingly more toned. The sweet scent hitting the air around him, almost made him gag, but something was different, something unlike Lust, this time, it was as if it wanted your attention, in which it did gather Girveon's, his eyes were completely focused on the new God entirely in the moment, and only when the air cleared, the addictive aroma was gone in the matter of seconds. Girveon saw his piercing gaze, met back with his own piercing green eyes, a trait all of the gods around him share, maybe they indeed all have something in common after all. But more on that later, Girveon then recollected his thoughts to speak again...* \n\n\" **Interesting~... The God Of Pride. And you say the best looking God correct? That is almost debatable... But— I'll gladly let you prove it to me sometime~...** \" \n\n*He smirked at the new God, giving him a simple tease before taking out another cigar and lighting it with a lighter he had taken out as well. Immediately taking a hit from it, and exhaling out the smoggy contents from his nose and mouth. Then then held the cigar in between his teeth and decided to look over to the other new God that was just birthed...* \n\n\" **Another Goddess?... Oh how interesting. But indeed your rings are quite gorgeous... Possibly... One of the most gorgeous. I wonder... That's a beautiful name but what about your domain? It seems everyone else knows theirs after all.** \" \n\n*Girveon lowered his eyebrows in questioning, he had a feeling there was a running theme, but what was it... There is something they all have in common... Maybe this last goddess will allow him to figure it out fully. He exhaled a little more smoke as he spoke, seemingly constantly taking hits of his cigar as he keeps closing his mouth to listen to the other Gods.* \n\n*However, Girveon seemingly smirked at the three new Gods and simply took out his pack of Cigars and said...* \n\n\" **Well I welcome all of you to Gaia, I wouldn't know there would be so many us born together on the same day. As some of you probably already had caught on, there is something about all of us that makes us connected, and I'm not just saying that as a pick up line or whatever. We have Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Lust, Wrath, Pride— and what could be assumed... Envy. With this knowledge... I have a feeling we're meant to do something together. A reason on why I made sure to stand back here... Something even my own luck and chances are picking up on. Maybe it could be a coincidence... But sometimes Coincidences are simply answers nature is trying to tell you.** \"\n\n\" **With that being said... Would anyone want a Cigar?... There might be lots to discuss... But I think... We should all work together... After all, I'm sure all of you have the same thought as we all do. To create. So let's do us all a favor... And create together. I'm sure we can all indulge in our desires once we all figure out what we're going to do. This is definitely worth gambling on.. I can promise you that.** \" \n\n*Girveon took another hit of smoke before staring back at all the other Sins... Seemingly all in one place. A reunion of the worlds darkest desires and mortal sins...*"
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"author": "camarina",
"message": "On some strain of the world tree, distanced from it's peers, one fruit seemed to gleam particularly bright. Slowed in it's assured luminosity, the apple throbbed painfully. As if agitated, the branch from which it stem violently flung it from it's vanguard, causing for a carelessly thud against immortal ground. With strangely absent signs of damage, the apple lay motionless, blinking with aura at odd intervals. Until eventually it began to swell, and swell, until it grew from the usual manner of fruit and instead gained the mass of something far more sinister. A fissure erupted at it's vertex and any deity in the immediate vicinity would be able to witness such motion. The fissure splintered further onward until it had eventually severed the entire blinking cocoon into perfect halves.\n\nErupting from the foliage. There was a moment of undisturbed serenity. Ever slightly, the whistles of hastily expelled steam began to chip at the uncanny silence. Only really disturbing the divine who's domain lay waste to observation and sound. This abrupt surrender of noise came all to queerly. Like the calm before a storm, those with the faintest bit of knowledge would recognise that whatever deity was to be wrought upon the plane was not one of benevolent nature. Then it came, an intense screech of war. So piercing in it's volume it seemed to threaten any ears that found themselves victim to it. It was inescapable, entirely void of melody or pleasantry. The cry engulfed the vicinity for what felt like hours but in actuality was mere seconds. Severing entire conversations with it's stupendous amplification. The now dissipating fog slithered weakly from dissolving fruit and stepping against the wooden thralls of Gaia's eternal body were the first indicators of this ungodly divinity.\n\nA pair of silver sandals planted themselves against the evertree. Above them rest glistening greaves and fitted armour. Forged to shield the lithe prospects held by the newly emerged. An onset of thick hair materialised from the abyss and immediately cast itself over her back. Robes rippled into place, already neatly enshrouding the natural form. Tugging her formerly rested eyes downward, the feminine entity was openly placid in it's advance. Already requiring some manner of exertion, Vianti had came to being with goals set. There was little way of rest for the Goddess Of Military and Conquest."
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"author": "jaja005",
"message": "Just after Vianti was born another fruit that was hanging between the branches of Yggdradil began throbbing. It throbbed with a frequent beat like a human heart. The fruit was shaped like a sort of brain, with all the same colors and wrinkles except it didn't seem to have the same shape. The frequency of the throbbing didn't changr in the slighest but the force with which it throbbed became harder and harder until eventually the fruit dropped to the ground. It pulsated a few more times before hastily a small girl emerged from the fruit. Chieki was born, she looked around, her eyes stopping at the massive tree.\n \"I guess that's where I came from... No... That feels wrong... Somehow.\"\nShe'd continue staring at the tree, debating about what had happened. Why she was here."
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"author": "fatherpanda",
"message": "The large man continued to look around for a few more seconds before his eyes had landed on Girvin. He paused for a few seconds, seeing to stare at him for hours, unable to look away at first. After a few more seconds of watching him, his form would change. His multi-colored eyes mixed together before they shifted to their final color, seeing as if the gods' iris had been split down the middle through a clash of colors. He slowly made his way over towards the smaller god, raising his hand and gently placing it under the smaller man's chin. Kaz would gently force him to look up at Kaz. He had his thumb gently resting on top of his lips, forcing him to lightly part them. \n \n\"Hm. Well, you are very adorable...\"\n\nHe spoke to the other god as he leaned down, gently planting a soft kiss on top of the man's lips. Of course, this had only lasted a few seconds before he would slowly pull away, gently squeezing the man's jaw afterwards and forcing him to tilt his head to the side. A small smirk would form on the man's face as he lightly licked his lips before stepping back. The man would give him a small bow as he spoke.\n\n\"Hello, i am pleased to introduce myself, please refer to this form of mine as Kazashimo Kage, and yes. You are very correct, little one. I am the god of wrath, but do not let my title nor appearance confuse you, I promise that I am not a very angry individual. As long as others who are beneath me do not act out. I am sure someone as gorgeous as you understands that.\"\n\nHe informed him.\n\nThe man's eyes slowly traveled towards the side, landing on Gull. The god of wrath seemed interested in the god, seeing as he was the only other god that Kaz had noticed that was around his height. He would gently grab the man by his throat, lightly squeezing. Kaz stared down at him with a blank expression, his eyes slowly moving up and down before he decided to speak.\n\n\"You. You are ... .Hm, what can I refer to you as? Adorable? No, I do not believe that word is fitting... Cute? No... Ah. Right, beautiful, I believe that would fit.\"\n\nHe chuckled a bit to himself, having claws that were lightly digging into the other gods throat as he leaned down, humming to himself as his multi-colored emerald green and icy blue eyes locked with the other large god. He lightly leaned forward, roughly kissing him. Kaz figured he would be able to handle it, from his size. This kiss lasted much much longer than the previous one, as the man pulled away after two minutes this time. He stared down at Gull for a bit longer, a small chuckle coming from the god of Wrath before he released him and shoved the man back.\n\n\"Hm... You both taste lovely...\"\n\nThe man muttered to himself as he lightly brought his hand up to himself, gently tapping a finger against his lips. After a bit, he would offer a small bow before walking over and standing at the two sin sides with a soft and gentle smile. The large god of wrath seemed to be perfectly content with what had just gone down. Did he not know what he had just done...? \n\nIt didn't take the young god long before he had simply moved past the entire situation, simply staring at the tree and patiently waiting as the other gods had started to be born. His eyes scan the area, moving up and down the other gods body, traveling downwards from the tip of their head down towards their toes. He seemed disappointed in the others that had appeared after him though, they weren't anything that truly impressed him. How disappointing. He would shake his head before he walked around the other two gods, stopping behind Girveon, gently wrapping his tree trunk arms around the smaller gods abdomen, slightly leaning over him and watching the others. Hahaha"
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"author": "owlrein",
"message": "*The large god stood, quite perplexed by the sudden gesture from the newly materialized wrath god. The god had scarcely been alive for more than a mere few minutes, and he'd already made quite the introduction. Gullivario's green eyes would flash with a flicker of intrigue and genuine confusion as Kaz strode towards his companion and placed a strong hand beneath his chin, scarcely having time to elicit a light scoff before watching him place a strong, passionate kiss upon Girveon's lips. Such a gesture was so forward and unexpected, the thought crossed his mind even that such an action should be expected of the Lust goddess which they'd met prior. No matter, it seemed, as he'd instinctually puff out his already large chest as the god finished with Girveon, and now approached him with keen interest. At this moment, Gull had no idea what he should be expecting from this evidently unpredictable deity, anything from an embrace to a strike would fall into the realm of possibility at this point. Although, this comment that Gull was 'beautiful' did little to quell his intrigued confusion with the deity before him. Gullivario hadn't been called many things since his creation, beautiful not being among what he'd been expected to be called. The comment alone elicited a bewildered smirk from his features.*\n\n*Upon feeling the god's clawed hand wrap around his throat, Gullivario would strongly grip Kaz's forearm in his large hand, initially preparing himself to counter some sort of a violent gesture. His grip was vice-like yet not violent, simply only to serve as a warning for the forward god of wrath to tread carefully in his next actions. He'd meet Kaz's blank, icy eyes with his own piercing glare, staring up slightly in order to meet his gaze. This Kaz was quite tall after all, which was especially surprising considering Gull's already towering height. What the gluttonous god did not expect, however, was the wrath god's rough kiss as it pressed against his lips. Gullivario's piercing stare remained unblinking, unbroken by this development despite his inability to process what this new god was doing.*\n\n*After the prolonged moment of closeness, the god would be shoved back, the power of the wrath god actually managing to cause Gull's heavy form to be pushed back in a few staggered steps, the glutton god eyeing Kaz like he was a meal he'd be left with an intriguing taste in his mouth, both literally and figuratively. Gullivario's forked tongue would flick over his own lips for a brief moment, seeming to analyze what flavor was left upon them for a further moment before he'd speak again in his accented growl.*\n\n\"You sure know how to make a first impression, partner. Hmm... And your flavor don't taste half bad yourself. I haven't yet tasted its equal.\"\n\n*Gullivario then squared his shoulders again in an attempt to regain his composure, rotating his neck simultaneously. He'd maintain an unblinking side-stare with Kaz for an extra few moments before looking at Girveon, raising his eyebrows in a questioning, smuggish expression.*\n\n*His attention would then shift to the slothful god which approached him, his expression once again returning to one of casual confusion. In all honesty, Gull was getting quite overwhelmed by the influx of godly figures which approached, scarcely being able to remember their names and attributes. Before he could even breathe a word so as to ask the god what he wanted, Seryiph was falling to the ground. In a casual, smooth motion, the god of gluttony would reach his hand out, catching the slumbering god by the collar of his shirt, simply letting him hang there suspended in sleep as he'd roll his eyes slightly.*"
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"author": ".toddhoward",
"message": "*As He debated His next action, how to place himself above them in some ethereal way, Visarni was interrupted. Multiple times.\n\nFirst by the God of Pride - the fifth God in this possible Pantheon. Certainly... Like the others in his speech patterns and mannerisms, which remains strange. They are all in such strange clothing, too...\n\nThen, Corshanks, the God of the Harvest. Sixth God. These previous worries of how powerful the Pantheon would be were really becoming prominent now, because if Girveon continued this recruitment campaign, he would have access to-\n\nSeventh. Anasuya, God of something to do with those rings and jewelry. Seven Gods, potentially against Him, was something that would need to be rectified immediately. His fangs chitter in preparation for.\n\nFor.\n\nGod number eight. At least the sense of fear and nightmares was refreshin-\n\nNine. \n\nTen.\n\nTen Gods, potentially all to join in a Pantheon together. Now, were Visarni a calmer, more strategic creature, He would adapt to this. His whispers would coalesce into a silky smooth voice like all the others, as He wove lies and truth together in a seamless, beautiful dance. Were He a more immediately aggressive creature, He might take one aside and intimidate them into understanding His power, His potential. Were He more arrogant, He might even attempt to join their Pantheon - override Girveon through sheer force of will, and become the leader of this group. Have them all at His beck and call.\n\nVisarni, at least for now, is none of those creatures. He is impulsive, and perhaps unintentionally frightening, and certainly not one to get in the middle of a Decantheon. So, the God turns to each of them.*\n\n'We are all... New. Remember me, the Nightmare. Dream and come to my home, Avali-Satta, and I shall answer your call. Dream...'\n\n*What the other Gods definitely see is Visarni's torch beginning to belch a colourless, shadeless smoke, akin to the heatwaves coming off a most intense summer day. What they definitely see is Him disappearing as the invisible smoke covers him, somehow making Him appear as nothing but air as He leaves the Upper Branches.\n\nWhat the other Gods hopefully don't intuit is that His whispers, disconnected and difficult to decipher emotion from, are taut with anxiety. What they hopefully don't intuit is that, rather than this being an ominous yet suitably dramatic exit from the party, it's Visarni running the fuck away from the potentially single greatest threat to His existence and control.\n\nEither way, the Nightmare leaves.*"
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"author": "felix30",
"message": "Within an intersection of the world tree's branches, a bird's nest sat. Although, it wasn't a regular nest. Even if any birds could get this high above the mortal realms, they would still not have been able to build a nest of this size, let alone lay the massive egg that rested in it. This nest was not an ordinary one, innocent as it might seem. No, this nest was the birthplace of a god. At least, it would be, soon.\n\nEventually, the egg began to hatch. Cracking, it tumbled out of its nest, falling onto the branch just below. The now-abandoned nest fell apart, hundreds of twigs retreating back into Gaia's branches. The egg itself broke the second it hit the branch, the upper part of the shell only being held up by what was inside. A mass of feathers rolled out from underneath it, revealing itself to the world for the first time.\n\nThe newly born god quickly stood up and shook himself, getting rid of all the last bits of the egg shell. Once all of it had been discarded, the pieces dissolved into nothing, leaving behind not a single sign that the egg had ever been here.\n\nImmediately, he began muttering. **\"Oh, how odd.. It seems I am here now, hm? Though...\"** As he spoke, his hands- the only part of him that did not have feathers- moved through the air, gesturing without purpose. **\"Where is 'here'? And.. Who am *I*.. Those are some questions to answer, indeed..\"**\n\nHe turned around, looking at his surroundings. There wasn't much variety in what he saw; branches and leaves were all he could make out, the thick foliage preventing him from looking out any farther. Well, so much for knowing where he was, then.\n\n**\"Unfortunate, unfortunate,\"** He muttered. **\"Though, there is still another question to answer. Who, precisely, am I... Oh, that is not easy to answer, either.\"**\n\nJust after saying that, the god's feathers ruffled, and he seemed to brighten up immediately.\n\n**\"Oh, but I can!\"** He exclaimed. **\"I am... A god. Yes, yes, that is right. I am the god of.. Ah, different things. Myself? No, no, not myself. Owls. That is what I am.. And what I am god of.\"**\n\nHe seemed to be testing the words as they came to him, analysing them in an attempt to find what felt right. This went on for a little while longer, with an occasional pause to list all that he had discovered about himself.\n\n**\"What I know, what I know... I am the god of Owls and Truth- no, no, of Truth and Owls, that's better.. I am god of Truth, Fact and Owls! But... That is a title, *What* I am. But *Who* Am I, is what I wanted to know, hm? And a question that starts with *Who* Should be answered with a name.. So then, what is my name?\"**\n\nHis muttering continued on for an even longer time, the God of Truth testing out any names that came to his mind. **\"I am.. Leor. No, not Leor. I am.. Muda. No, not Muda.. Am I... Ica, possibly? No, that isn't me either. Hmm, this is harder than I had thought...\"** Instinctively, he seemed to know whether the names he called were his or not. Or, more accurately, he seemed to know that these names were *Not* His.\n\n**\"Eureka!\"** He suddenly exclaimed, without any obvious reason. Throwing his feathered arms into the air, he yelled out: **\"I am Vaias! God of Truth, of Fact, of Owls!\"**\n\nHis strigine head began bobbing up and down, and Vaias made a few small jumps of joy. **\"Finally!\"** He screeched. **\"Here I come, world! Vaias is ready!\"**\n\nHe quit jumping quickly, already seeming exhausted from the effort. Now, he looked around again, trying to answer the first question he had posed himself. He clicked his beak in disappointment. **\"No change, of course.. To be expected. If I were to explore, I would find... Things, hopefully.\"**\n\nDecision made, Vaias flapped his wings, excited to discover and to learn. Without any trouble, he lifted into the air, searching around for any clues, anything that could tell him where he was.\n\nBefore he flew off into any specific direction, however, Vaias's appearance shimmered and became translucent, before splitting into five identical copies of himself. Each of them went their own way; one went north, another east, the third headed south, and the fourth flew east. The fifth, and last copy stayed here, hanging in the air for a few seconds before calmly landing on the world tree's branches.\n\nWhen he was standing on solid tree again, Vaias continued his muttering. **\"Oh, where should I go, then... Hmm. I'll see, it doesn't matter much..\"**\n\nContinuing to talk and gesture to himself, Vaias picked a direction at random, and began walking along the world tree's branches. Wherever he ended up, he would likely find at least some clue as to where he was. And if not, well, he had four other versions of himself out exploring. It would be surprising if none of them managed to learn anything."
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "For such a long while Ainbheartach had simply not been. Living but absent from life. It had been countless cycles since he'd left his realm, since he'd left the dark, cold embrace of stone that he'd subverted himself to. He was no longer just a poorly functioning god, but a poorly functioning father. Before he could stand showing his face in his realm, he left it for a time to walk amongst the branches of Gaia with the hopeless motive she'd console him.\n\nHe looked far different from the way he had before as a newly born god. He had the same face, but the wild passion in his eyes, the cockyness of his grin, the perk of his step, it was all gone. His form no longer resembled so closely that of his mortals, but instead it reflected what he saw in himself. Sharp fangs and terrible claws, his antlers even having attained a gothic sort of whimsy, tall and thin, bent sharply like the branches of a dry elm. His bones long and thin contorting his body like a wendigo starved of will and life.\n\nThis was desolation."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Aphot's Yggdrasil ghost wandered as if lost, forever drifting towards a destination it would never reach; the eye Aphot never shut, always seeing all that happened, watching the other gods from a distance so close yet so far. Watching Ainbheartach.\n\nThe figure slowed its steps to a halt as its gaze came to rest on the hunter god, head tilting like a kitten catching notice of a shiny toy. A face seen so few times, yet belonging to one of the few siblings Aphot found great personal interest in. A sly smile crept across that devilishly innocent visage of his.\n\n*\"Tsk, tsk, tsk...\"*\n\nThe clicking of a tongue carried on a bypassing breeze, nearly intoned in singsong. \"Ainbheartach... Why the long face?\"\n\nAnd then Aphot was suddenly quite near him, standing next to him with a pearlescent crescent of a grin. \"You look absolutely *Thrilling.* What have you been up to? Still having fun tormenting your little evil ones?\""
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "He pleasured the god with the muted hum of a sarcastic laugh while he brought his knees up beneath his chin. The movement was unnatural, though that meant nothing to a god, but regardless, it wasn't fluid, it was choppy, like a running picture missing the center frames. A bagel with nothing on it. Opening a book just for the first page to be the end. It was merely just the beginning movement followed by the outcome, add or subtract choppy mirages of contorted movement between, though for only a passing moment.\n\n\"Aphot, if a god is to be put to the responsibility of maintaining a realm, the living things inside of it, and the interpersonal relations, what reason is there for us to have emotion to cloud our judgement? We cannot properly meet peak efficiency if we feel sorrow or rage, and we cannot go through with the difficulties if we experience guilt and fear. If a bowsman can't make a shot because unrest causes his hands to shake, the stag gets away.\"\n\nHe paused and took a breath, gazing at the branch below him.\n\n\"I'm tired of chasing that stag, Aphot.\""
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "Oh, Ainbheartach- ever the cheerful philosopher. Aphot's chuckle chimed like a bell as he settled next to the lonesome hunter, gold eyes bright with something unnamable.\n\nEmotion? Well, he didn't have a great wealth of expertise on that matter; for Aphot, emotions were little sparks, embers briefly lit now and then but never catching fire. He was so very *Good* At projecting them, mimicking them like an eerie puppet of something sentimental and empathetic. Something that wasn't... Him.\n\n\"If even Gaia knew, She has not seen fit to tell us,\" He mused, ignoring the seeds of bitterness settling in his own heart at that. *That* Emotion was becoming very real. \"But there is more than one way to kill something. You of all people should know that, darling. Chasing can be... Fun. But sometimes there are better ways.\"\n\nHe raised a hand and waved it in the air, a pale blue light trail following his fingertips. The lines twinkled and coalesced into the outline of a four-hooved animal galloping in place, towards horizons unknown.\n\n\"Lure. Trap. Ensnare the confidence before delivering the killing blow. Know its course and corner it at its end.\" A twitch of those delicate fingers, and the image shuddered, taking on the imitation of death throes. \"Meet the creature on its level, so you know exactly how to strike it when the time comes. So many options, dear, never limit yourself to one. Nothing is ever fun that way.\"\n\nThe image disappeared as if washed away in a mist of rain, Aphot recentering his radiant gaze on Ainbheartach. \"We must use the resources we have at hand. We were made to create out of nothing, and that is our best power. Prey cannot run forever.\"\n\nHis smile twisted into an even more impishly playful expression. \"All that sounds like quite a lot of work though. However do you have time for anything of simple amusement? Or are all nature gods so averse to the idea?\"\n\nDreadful, dreadful business, to be sure, and- oh, where did that bottle in Aphot's hand come from? No matter, it was there, and just so out of Ainbheartach's reach as Aphot tutted again like a disapproving grandmother. \"I won't speak for you, but I have every intent on enjoying my time.\""
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "A bit of spite bloomed in his chest as Aphot clicked his tongue behind that crescent grin. It was a scarlet bud that glowed like a firefly and pulsated like a beating heart. It and all of its budding siblings were the product of a bind of thorns embedded deep beneath the skin. \n\nOften he'd visualise this mass in such vivid detail he'd feel it was real, that thorns stuck into his lungs just awaiting their moment puncture and bleed him out. \n\nHis mortal form was nothing but a façade, meant to make him feel that he belonged with others. Even yet his mortals rejected his presence out of fear. \n\n\"I suppose I've time to spare,\" The reply was lack luster, but he made the effort to mask, to appear well adjusted, functional. \n\nHis mossy cloak dropped down from the air and draped over his shoulders as his height was suddenly decreased some. He looked now more like Aphot would have remembered him to be, warm tones to his flesh, perk to his long hair."
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"author": ".marisal",
"message": "Aldonis quickly noticed Girveon and saw his reaction to his scent. He seemed to be the only one with a reaction... Which was fine? He looked around the area, noticing all the gods, even the new goddess that popped up right after him. There was Lust.. Wrath, Envy, Greed, Sloth, Gluttony, and the best of all, Pride! Aldonis then saw how forward Wrath was, going around kissing two other gods. His brows furrowed and he just ran a hand through his nicely layered hair. He turned his attention back to Girveon, before speaking again. \n\n\"Almost debatable? What lies do you spit out?! I am the best looking God... The best sounding God... I'm the best at everything~ Prove it? Oh I can prove it! Name a time and place.\"\n\nAldonis hissed out. He knew he was the best. There was no way that anybody here was better than him, right? They couldn't even compare to him in any aspect."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "\"We have all the time in the world,\" Aphot purred reassuringly. \"Which is why I say we should make the best of it. Wouldn't you agree?\"\n\nHe poured a drink into two glasses that now existed as suddenly as the bottle did, a delectable elixir wrought from Gaia's very own fruit. He had been mixing and testing *So* Many of them, and he was yet to be disappointed. \"Even a god needs a break time to time. All work and no play is a waste of eternity. Imagine how boring that would be.\"\n\nAphot shook his head as if he couldn't imagine such a tragedy. He plucked a filled glass from the air it'd been floating in and offered it to Ainbheartach, just ever so gently waving it teasingly. Maybe it'd bring some color back to this wilting little flower. \"It has been a great deal of time already, and a great many things have happened. Do tell, whatever have you been up to?\""
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "Ainbheartach laughed at the offer. He just... Laughed. He took the glass and ran a clawed finger over the rim, a soft hum of the hitched breath leaving his pale lips.\n\n\"I have been up to... A purging.\" He replied with yet another gasp. A wild spindly grin spread across his face as a slow flow of water snaked its way down his chin and dripped into the glass. The echo of the droplets meeting the drink interrupted the ringing song of his circular movement.\n\nOnce more a catch in the throat and a fluttering glance towards Aphot and his form seemed to flicker like a dying candle.\n\n\"Tell me, brother, as knowing as you are, what does death feel like?\" He queried in a familiar sing-songy tone."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "*Death.*\n\nDeath seemed to follow Aphot wherever he went. Every time he turned around, someone or something was dying. It seemed that a new star winked out every cycle, without warning or explanation. And there was something, somewhere, perpetuating it as they spoke, with seemingly no rhyme or reason. It seemed as if even though the life Gaia had given was so young, it was already so determined to eliminate itself.\n\nAnd he remembered his own. Stars above, did Aphot know what it was like to die. Slowly. Sadistically. The violent death of a *Victim*, never to be avenged, never to be justified. Those memories, waiting to be retrieved, lingering just at the edge of his proverbial soul, if only he'd just...\n\n\"I wouldn't know, yet.\"\n\nHe gave a lighthearted half-shrug, looking as bemused as if they were contemplating restaurant menus. \"And I say yet because it has been made clear it is quite possible. I imagine I wouldn't be here if I did. But there doesn't seem to be much more to it than simply... Passing away.\"\n\nHe tilted his head in that way that he did, studying Ainbheartach with a curious glimmer. Studying. Analyzing. Revealing nothing of what was really going on in that infernal head of his.\n\n\"Why do you ask?\""
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"author": "chateau_dif",
"message": "\"I ask to see if maybe I can tell you some day, seeing as you don't know, and I soon will,\" \n\nThe hunter god's grin drew further across his face. The mix of emotions and expressions in this time was completely uncharacteristic for Ain, and yet, in the moment seemed entirely fitting. \n\nTerrible as it was, that strange bond between them brought a bit of comforting certainty. The certainty that Ainbheartach couldn't leave him for too long. He'd come back to him, some day, some where, some how. They could once again share the endless cycles together.\n\n\"Dearheart, do you find comfort in the idea of death?\" \n\nIt was a fair question, truly. Death offered closure and ending. To go on living forever was a terrible burden; to live through every tragedy of the cycles; there wasnt always something to gain, but there would *Always* Be something to lose."
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "What felt like days had only really amounted to a few seconds; seconds in which Aphot's wretched grip, wrought with all the gravity of a black hole, crushed the last remnants of life from Ainbheartach's withering existence, painless, thorough. Another star in the sky snuffed out, another hat fallen.\n\nAnother hat... Another body. Should he be concerned with how many he'd collected at this point? Were other gods doing the same, or was he the only one faced with these conundrums, walking a course only he knew of? *Where* Were the damned answers to these ever-pressing questions?\n\nThose six eyes flickered towards the Tree. Ever silent. Ever answerless.\n\nAn indecipherable noise was made in Aphot's throat, the expression of some unknown emotion. He then turned back to Ainbheartach's inanimate husk, gaze flickering over it like an automated scanner. This... This was not over. That, Aphot knew of.\n\nWhatever his deeper considerations on the matter were, they were now irrelevant for the time being- it was time to stop dawdling, before some senseless idiot came along to interfere with his works. That would simply not do. So Aphot's abominable half-morphed figure seized and split, resetting the pieces to how they were before: the Wandering Eye, and the mainframe.\n\nA fog of aethereal shade from the deepest corners of the cosmos signifying Aphot's essence closed around Ainbheartach's still frame, and in the next heartbeat, both were gone. All that remained was that little Yggdrasil ghost, humming as it drifted along to destinations uncharted, returned to its regularly scheduled programming."
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"author": "king_of_gorgens",
"message": "*The Grand World tree, sitting upon the center of its world. It's fruit bearing life to God's.\nGolden rays shine upon a newly forming fruit. A new God.\n\nBut as time went on, this fruit never grew. The fruit glowing as if it was a star, started to dim and harden.\n\nAs the silence grew, so did the fruit began to darken, it's center a deep glowing red, as if the remains of a Volcano under the sea. \n\nA form grew within this crystallized fruit, shimmering in the deep red heat.\n\nUntil it finally broke, the fruit breaking below the stem, not unlike a rotten fruit, a body fell from it.\nBlack sludge hurtled to the branches below, with a thunderous thump and a dent within the wood itself the body landed.\n\nReaching out from it's hole, a singular hand reaches out to to the tree as golden eyes, the same hue of the sun beyond the tree opened to witness the world. As he slowly stood up his clothes slowly growing around him, imagry of the tree speckled upon him. As he looks at the damage of the tree, despite his own pain he whispers to the wood. \"Im sorry\"*\n\n*As the grey man arises from his pit, he stares upon the branches, and the great height he sits upon. With nothing else to do, he started walking down the branches as he thinks of his name, seemingly important to him despite not knowing the why. His footprints giving small dents as he goes. He settles on Propast, seeming more a statement than a name, he still chooses it despite that.\nAs he hops down one more branch, he sighs due to the anxiety of the bright heights around him. Slowly leaning against the branch, feeling much more comfortable than walking upon the stretches of open air, his form slightly sinking into the wood. He closes his golden eyes, feeling a sensation of going \"Below\"*"
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "\"Quite a view isn't it?\"\n\nPropast was very suddenly not alone. Near him now stood a 5'8\" Ashen ghost of a man, wearing a pale worn cloak as if he'd just walked out of a rundown tavern- starkly contrasting his own golden eyes, shining like freshly minted coins. They gazed out at seemingly nothing before turning onto the newborn god with an incandescent glee, matching the bright smile blooming underneath them.\n\n\"Quite a fall too, if I do say so myself. A most expedient means of descent.\" The entity tilted his head. \"Have a particular destination in mind? I would love to provide aid, as it is such a terribly large tree, after all.\""
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"author": "king_of_gorgens",
"message": "*As the Lanky being rose from his resting spot, his own Golden Eyes meeting with this person's. His eyes darker then his nearly glowing ones. Popping his neck with a slight twist he replied \n\"Well Hello there, I-I don't know? At least a little lower?\" As he looked down down the tree, almost getting a sense of vertigo*\n\n\"Names Propast, you?\"\n*As he held out a hand to shake.*"
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"author": "kuromi5234",
"message": "A branch shook, from the tip sprouted a small bud, which slowly began to bloom. A new birth opening its eyes to gaze upon this world. The bud slowly transformed into a flower, plain and white but still so elegant and beautiful. The branch shook once more, from the outer edges the flower began to turn a deep red, the black, the flower had begun to wither and bleed.\n\n*Plip*\n\nA droop of blood would fall and land on a branch below, the flower continued to decay and wither away, it's appearance almost completely black and shrivled. \n\nThe branch shook once more, a small gust of wind had snipped off one of the weak petals, which gently glided towards the branch below, sticking to the small drop of blood. \n\nFrom there she emerged, poking her head out from under the petal which had already begun to merge with her body, now becoming her hair. Which conveniently worked as clothing on its own, covering only her most intimate parts. Not that she cared, she stood up, her hair falling gracefully over her shoulders as it began to lighen up at her roots, the black becoming white then red, leaving only her ends black. She balanced elegantly on her given branch and took a seat, letting her legs hang, kicking them about she looked at her surroundings and gave a small smirk."
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"author": "gonglblin",
"message": "The three-eyed man stood at the edge of the branch, gazing out into the sparsely-populated void. Dotted throughout the four cardinal directions, there they were. The jewels of the gods. Physical representations of their inner being. Crystallised solipsism. Each one was beautiful in its own way— though, they could not be as beautiful if they were not separate from one another. A realm of opulent decadence would outshine a realm of flesh and bone. So too would the light of opulence singe the flesh and weaken the bone. \n\n*Plip*\n\nPureman turned around in time to witness the flower's decay, watching as it withered to a husk of what he could only assume to be its former glory. As the goddess emerged from the droplet, growing and filling out into a humanoid form. A woman. Three-eyed, some parts pale and others red. The ends of her hair were black. Interesting. So far, Pureman had been the only god with three eyes. Seeing this newborn so similar to him in some regards, yet so different in others made him uncertain of how to react.\n\nTo the newborn goddess, Pureman would seem to radiate an aura of complete serenity. Utterly composed in spite of what he'd witnessed. The birth of a new god was a special occasion— the mark of something new being brought into the cosmos, yet Pureman remained stoic in the face of such grandeur. Though the god's thoughts on the matter were clouded— one part of him wanting to allow his new sibling to flourish and expand by Gaia's grace, the other part wanting to ensure that no more impurity could be brought to the world, Pureman acted on his emotions.\n\nThe god waved, as one would to a child.\n\n\"Happy birthday, Child of Gaia.\""
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"author": "kuromi5234",
"message": "A voice, Diova turned her head to face Pureman. She examined him, a God with a familiar but still unique aesthetic. They both consisted of a minimal color pallete and shared three eyes. *Birds of a feather perhaps?*, she thought to herself gently jumping down to get closer to the fellow God. \n\n\"Were you waiting all day to day that?\"\n\nShe asked, finding his composure hard to read. She hopped from branch to branch her hair flowing like a river of silk everytime it fell back into place. She took a seat once more and began fidgeting about, kicking her legs and flipping upside down to get a better look at the other, her hair continuing to cling to her body and cover her up. She let go of the branch and came close to inches of Pureman, balancing on the branch as her short stature circled around him.\n\n\"What might I address you as?\""
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"author": "gonglblin",
"message": "In response to her first question, Pureman remained silent for a moment, watching her closely as the goddess couldn't seem to sit still. Childish excitement or just general liveliness? After a few more moments of quiet, Pureman replied calmly and clearly, though the closer he got to Diova the more he could sense the distinct iron-stench of blood and the dry aura of ash. There was something else there, too. Something he couldn't quite discern just yet. The newborn goddess had certainly piqued his interest.\n\n \"I come up here often. It is our birthplace. I like to keep it clean.\" He gestured to his broom, leaning up against the trunk of the World-Tree. It was beautifully crafted. Looking as if it were hewn entirely out of pearl. The end of the broom was covered in various bits of elemental debris, probably blown from other realms. Icicles and lava droplets, mushrooms and monster gore coated the brush completely. The dirt was slowly beginning to disintegrate, white fumes curling off the broom like smoke from the caldera of a volcano. \"Meeting you was a surprise. Perhaps ordained by our Mother. For what purpose I am unsure, perhaps she didn't want you to be sent into this world alone.\" He mused, picking some lint off of his clothing that only he could see.\n\n\"I am called Pureman. My name describes me. Might I have that which describes you?\" He asked, cordially."
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"author": "kuromi5234",
"message": "\"Didn't take you for a maid~\"\n\nShe joked, giving him a wide grin, her teeth just as white as her complexion, leaving her expression rather unsettling. She took a seat next to Pureman and crossed her legs, managing to keep still for once. \n\nShe turned her attention to said broom, tilting her head in curiosity as she looked over its unique design. It certainly matched its caretaker, looking back to Pureman and then back to the broom. She watched quietly as he picked at himself, *Is this what they call a clean freak?* She wondered, putting her index finger to her chin, letting her mind wander until the other spoke again.\n\n\"What a fortunate name. Mine isn't so forward, Diova is the name I was given. A blend of two names from what I can recall.\"\n\nShe said beginning to kick her feet again, looking over the vast landscape once more, it was truly breath taking, she was a little more grateful someone had been here to witness her birth. She looked back to Pureman and smiled, surely he'd be fun to tease.\n\n\"How else do you entertain yourself, besides cleaning of course?\""
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "Even before her birth, there was a certain color that she was all too familiar with. It glowed in her blurred vision, and it soothed her premature nightmares of a past life she did not enjoy thinking about. She saw blue. Blue was dark and unhurried, purposeful yet often unnoticed in the places it appeared. But she noticed it. She felt it deep in her bones.\n\nNow, as she blossomed from her fruit, the goddess opened her eyes to a blurry world of blue. But there were more colors than just blue. Too many colors. She rubbed her eyes, stumbling on the immense branch she stood upon. Her legs were long and elegant, but also, perhaps a bit clumsy. The conception of the slow, weary deity was much less graceful or attention-attracting than many of the other hatchings on this tree.\n\nAs she explored the obscure visuals of this new world, she felt free, a sense of peace shivering through her body. A name came to mind. It was a word, a word that she associated with wind chimes and rain. Melancholia. The goddess's pale eyes widened with the revelation, already surprised of her capabilities. She mused over it more. Deliberately, Melancholia sat on the branch and looked down at the tree below. A gentle hand rested itself on the mother being, Gaia, and a voice softly murmured, \"If the world was always full of sunshine, there would be a drought. Here comes the rain..\"\n\nHer winged arms hesitantly brought themselves to her lap, where she would patiently await the right time for her descent."
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "———————————————————————————-\nDeath... Is life... Death... Is life.\n\nShe found herself somewhere. She didn't know where... She couldn't remember who she was but... Yet... She looked like a normal human being. Like a mortal, one that she was before, but she was... Inside something. Inside a beating fruit, that had changed forms and allowed it to take the form of a beating heart. She was covered in water... Or another fluid. She touched the walls of the fruit and gently started to try to tear it apart. She was somewhere in the void. Then it hit her. \n\nWas she dead? Who was she? She looked down at her hands, which gently started to change, just to fall back into the water and blackout.\n\nIt was a memory. As she woke up, she found herself still inside that heart. But was she ready to emerge? Suddenly, the beating apple fell from the branch. It made a disgusting noise, leaving a little bit of 'blood' behind. She caressed the walls once again. The heart was beating... Suddenly, as the birth of a goddess had begun, the woman placed her hands on the top of the heart. They were carving her name in the grave again... The flowers were fresh and their faces wet. Her body had died, but she was still alive.\n\nShe was back from the dead, but as... A new being. A goddess. As she finally felt the pleura of the heart, she tore it open. The water started to spill down the floor, soon evaporating as the rest of the goddess was emerging from that 'fruit'. As soon as she exited the heart, the woman was no longer looking like a mortal. She was a being with four blue eyes, pink skin, big wings, and pretty skinny. \n\nAs she gasped for air, which she didn't have to, puffy green hair fell on her shoulders. The woman smiled as she looked at her mother, Gaia. She knew everything, it felt like bliss.\n\nHer name was Xantara... The goddess of love, fertility, and motherhood. She flicked her wings, and with enthusiasm,she wasn't ready yet to go down."
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"author": "gawain_kots",
"message": "Aldamar wandered through the leafy canopies of Yggdrasil absently, his mind more focused on what were the mortals in his realm up to. Would they have killed themselves by now? Have they discovered anything new yet? Will any of their stories satisfy him?\n\nSo lost in his thoughts he was that he didn't even realize when he stepped into the upper branches of the Tree, just in time to witness the birth of another Deity.\n \nThere, outside of a heart-shaped fruit, laid a very pink-skinned winged being assuming a female form. He watched curiously as she heaved and gasped for air, thinking of how different Gods were that even their births differed.\n\nHe waited in silence until his newest sister organized her thoughts and came to terms with her birth, and once a smile bloomed on her face, he finally approached her with a smile of his own. \n\n\"Why hello, sister. This one's name is Aldamar, it is a pleasure to meet you.\"\n\nHe eyed her with some interest as he greeted her. Aldamar hadn't met many of his siblings, but he himself did not look the least different from his mortal creations. Maybe he was the odd one?"
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"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Blue stars ran down her forehead, and her blue eyes focused on something that was... Approaching her. Or rather someone. Her wings were still wet, lips of sugar, delivering pheromones again. She was not alone. Her wings opened as she tried to dry them. Suddenly, her voice was finally able to show her thoughts.\n\n\"Aldamar, it is so great to meet you.\" Said the woman. Despite being born a few seconds ago, she already felt wise. She took a deep breath and she stepped out from the organ. Almost slipping, aside from other gods, she was so far away from perfection, one that actually made mistakes. Finally, she regained her balance, before realizing something. Her four eyes focused on Aldamar, and she said.\n\n\"I am... Xantara. I am... Goddess of love, fertility, and motherhood.\" She chuckled, and her wings finally flickered, fixing her white dress that seemed to be made out of perfect white light. She was... So different from what her creations will be. After all, they were all perfect.\n\n\"I... JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TI DO NEXT-\" She spoke loudly, before covering her mouth and laughing.\"Sorry! I have never been here before brother...\""
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"author": "gawain_kots",
"message": "A heart chuckle escaped the God's lips as he watched his newest sister's excitement. It was refreshing in a way. If the rest of his siblings were like this then he probably would stay outside of his realm more often than not. Then again, he doubted that was the case. Or maybe it was and he simply was being judgemental? He banished the idle thoughts away as he refocused on the deity in front of him.\n\nHe closed the book he was holding and smiled softly as he made a motion with his hand, \"Don't concern yourself with it, sister. You have all the time in the world to decide what will you do. There's no need to rush.\" \n\nAldamar stopped for a second and blinked, before speaking sheepishly. \"Oh my. But where are this one's manners? This one's name is Aldamar, God of Travelers, History, and Records. This one normally wouldn't have forgotten to mention it, but this one was a bit preoccupied with other thoughts. Apologies, sister.\" \n\nHe clapped his hands to dispel some of the awkward atmosphere, *That he himself had created*, a part of his mind whispered, \"Now then, as this one said earlier, you have all the time in the world to decide what to do. That said, this one can't help but be interested... Do you have any plans or rough ideas about what you will do, sister?\" He asked in a curious tone, his eyes glittering with excitement."
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "Gods were typically the arrogant bunch.\n\nThey believed power was the basis of everything. The same was true for Xanthous. \n\nPower thrummed through the branches of Gaia, the world tree, fully condensing at one particular fruit. This fruit would be considered ripe among mortal orchids, and shone with white, pure light. The signs that a God was about to be born. \n\nAnd then... The fruit withered.\n\nIt simply wilted, the bright, pure white turning into something dark, and ugly black that emanated a dangerous aura. Finally, the fruit settled on something between a rotten and ripe fruit, the colors of both black and white shifting on the surface of the fruit, as if alive.\n\nThen, akin to spitting, the fruit cracked open, releasing the newly created God of Order and Chaos to drop onto another, lower branch, oddly colored gradient of white and black liquid dripping from his body. The God quickly gained his wits about him and stood, his cold gaze first moving from the stars, to his *Mother*, Gaia, and then down to the roots of the tree, where the realms of his brethren were scattered about. \n\nXanthous stretched, relaxing his stance as he took in the sights. \"Well, isn't this interesting.\" He said, to no one but himself. With a toothy grin, the God of Order and Chaos easily leaped from the branch, dropping from brach to branch as he descended down and down, not interested in yet meeting his kin. Only he and his *Mother* Knew what mischief the newborn, impatient God would get up to."
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"author": "odingames",
"message": "As Lyndor senses come alive in this new and young world. The air carries a vibrant energy, tinged with the scent of untamed nature and the subtle hum of magic. Eyes wide with wonder, Lyndor gazes at the landscape stretching out before them, taking in the untapped potential and the blank canvas that awaits their touch.\n\nA tingling sensation courses through Lyndor's body as they absorb the unfamiliar sensations of this new realm. The ground beneath their feet feels firm and alive, resonating with a vitality that hints at the potential for growth and creation. They close their eyes for a moment, seeking to connect with the essence of this land, to get a bearing on their new location.\n\nAs they extend their perception, the echoes of memory from their previous life flicker in Lyndor's mind, like fragments of a fading dream. The memories feel hazy and elusive, slipping through their grasp whenever they try to hold onto them. It is as if a veil has been drawn over the recollections of their past, leaving only glimpses of emotions and faint impressions of who they once were.\n\nLyndor's internal thoughts swirl with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. They yearn to understand the purpose of their rebirth in this new world, to comprehend the significance of their divine essence in this uncharted territory. The memories, like whispers in the wind, tease at the edges of their consciousness, but they remain frustratingly out of reach.\n\nEmotions intertwine within Lyndor's being, blending a sense of exhilaration with a touch of trepidation. Excitement bubbles within them, fueled by the raw potential that surrounds them. It is an opportunity to create, to shape this young world with their magic, architecture, and creative vision. But there is also a hint of unease, a humbling recognition that they stand at the precipice of the unknown, with the weight of expectations resting upon their ethereal shoulders.\n\n—-\nThey take a deep breath, grounding themselves in the present moment. As they open their eyes, a renewed determination flickers within them. Despite the haze clouding their memories, Lyndor trusts that their divine essence will guide them along this path of rebirth and discovery. They remind themselves that while the past may be obscured, their essence holds an innate understanding of magic, architecture, and creation.\n\nLyndor's mind is filled with questions, eager to unravel the secrets of this realm. What wonders lie hidden beneath the surface? How will their architectural visions manifest in this unspoiled land? They yearn to understand the magic that courses through the veins of this world, to uncover the unique qualities that make it unlike any other realm they have encountered.\n\nWhile memories of their past remain shrouded, Lyndor finds solace in the present, in the beauty and potential that surrounds them. They draw strength from their connection to magic, architecture, and creation, allowing it to guide their exploration and shape their understanding of this new realm. Each discovery, every encounter, will bring them closer to unlocking the secrets of this young world and embracing their role within it.\n\nWith each passing moment, Lyndor's bond with this new world deepens. The uncertainty that once accompanied their rebirth transforms into a steady resolve. They feel a growing synergy between their essence and the pulse of this realm. It is a symbiotic relationship, where their divine touch breathes life into the land, and in turn, the land fuels their divine power.\n\nIn this rebirth, Lyndor embraces the beauty of the present moment, trusting that their essence will guide them to create a world that harmonizes with the magic of this new realm. The memories may remain hazy, but their purpose and passion burn bright."
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"author": "kuromi5234",
"message": "Diova could be seen balancing on a branch near the very top of The World Tree. She stopped in her tracks and crouched down to her knees, peering over said branch to look down below. The birth of a mew God was always interesting, she liked coming back to the tree just to wait around and see what Gaia would bring into this world next. \n\nDiova gently hopped down to where Lyndor resided, she landed elegantly, landing in a crouched position, her hair falling back into place to cover her as she stood up. She marveled at the new gods form, she never understood why you'd actively choose to look old but to each their own. \n\n\"Happy birthday!~\"\n\nShe exclaimed, waving her hands in a celebratory manner, quoting what a previous God had told her when she was born. She moved closer to Lyndor and circled him for a but, her hair dragging itself behind her with every sharp turn she took. \n\nShe didn't say a word as the gods aura gave her a small chill, she couldn't help but notice Lyndors hair, somewhat smiliar to hers, white and lush and long. Grabbing a few steands of her own hair then looking back towards him, she also looked him up and down, noticing his wears, she personally found no use to clothing, as she wore none and used her hair to cover her more intimate areas. \n\n\"So what's your thing?\" She asked rather vaguely, putting a finger up to her chin and tapping it, sticking her hip out awaiting Lyndors response."
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"author": "odingames",
"message": "Lyndor, still adjusting to the sensations of their rebirth in this new world, looked up in surprise as Diova gracefully descended from the World Tree. Their eyes widened as they took in Diova's ethereal beauty and unique demeanor. The God of Magic, Architecture, and Creation watched as Diova circled them, her hair flowing and cascading like a waterfall, mesmerizing and enchanting.\n\nA gentle smile graced Lyndor's lips as Diova greeted them with a spirited \"Happy birthday!\" They appreciated the lightheartedness of the gesture, the reminder of the eternal cycle of creation and rebirth. Diova's energy seemed to match the pulsating magic of this world, and Lyndor found themselves drawn to her exuberance.\n\nAs Diova inquired about their \"Thing,\" Lyndor's eyes sparkled with intrigue. They considered Diova's question for a moment, their mind swirling with the possibilities that their newfound divine essence held. With a soft voice, tinged with a sense of wonder, Lyndor responded, \"I am Lyndor, the God of Magic, Architecture, and Creation. I bring forth the wonders of imagination, the power to shape and create, and the harmonious fusion of magic and beauty.\"\n\nLyndor's gaze turned towards Diova's striking white hair, mirroring their own in its ethereal splendor. There was a flicker of recognition, a shared bond in their shared physical trait. \"And what about you, Diova?\" Lyndor inquired, genuine curiosity coloring their words. \"What is your domain? What gifts do you bring to this world?\"\n\nLyndor's attention was momentarily diverted to the way Diova wore no clothing, her hair gracefully covering her form. They admired her unabashed confidence and unique approach to existence. The differences between them intrigued Lyndor, reminding them that diversity and individuality were the threads that wove the tapestry of the divine.\n\n—-\nAs they continued to converse, Lyndor's aura pulsed with the vibrant magic that surrounded them. It was as if the very essence of this new world responded to their presence, resonating with the energy that flowed through both Lyndor and Diova. They marveled at the possibilities that lay ahead, the potential for collaboration and co-creation that their encounter held.\n\nIn this moment, Lyndor felt a sense of kinship with Diova. Though their memories of their past were fuzzy and hazy, the connection they shared in this new world seemed to transcend the limitations of their individual histories. It was an opportunity to forge a bond, to learn from one another, and to celebrate the unique gifts that each of them brought to the realm."
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"author": "kuromi5234",
"message": "Architecture? Diova pondered his response, that was a first, magic tended to be a little vague, as it was mosly unpredictable. However, she raised an eyebrow when mentioning \"Creation\" Did Gaia not have enough creativity already flowing? *Not very creative* She thought, letting out a soft chuckle at her poor attempt of a joke.\n\n\"I bring Creativity, as in art and inspiration, as well as Destruction of the mind, will, and body.\" She said proudly, placing a hand on her chest and giving Lyndor a smug smile. She was quite happy with the gift she'd been given to spread through the many realms, for each small amount of ingenuity she spread along she planted seeds of doubt and insecurity. She clapped her hands and jumped a little thanking their lovely mother Gaia quietly. \n\n\"So when you say magic... Do you mean the type that sparkles or something?\" Diova asked curiously, hopping up on a branch just above Lyndor to match his height, she sat and swung her legs like an impatient child, her only knowledge of \"Magic\" Was what she'd overhear mortals talking about, often incorporating faries or wizards into the little folktales they created."
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"author": "odingames",
"message": "Lyndor listened attentively to Diova's explanation of her domain, a mix of creativity, inspiration, and destruction. They acknowledged the significance of Diova's gifts, recognizing the intricate balance between creation and destruction, how they both played vital roles in the tapestry of existence. While their domains differed, Lyndor appreciated the value Diova brought to the world.\n\nA soft chuckle escaped Lyndor's lips at Diova's jest about Gaia's creativity. They found amusement in Diova's playful spirit, her ability to infuse lightheartedness even in the face of their divine responsibilities. It was refreshing to witness her vibrant energy and unapologetic confidence.\n\n\"Ah, Creativity and Destruction, what a fascinating combination,\" Lyndor replied, a glimmer of curiosity in their eyes. \"Your presence will surely inspire mortals to push the boundaries of their own creativity, while also reminding them of the fragility and impermanence of their creations. It is a duality that weaves a complex and meaningful narrative in the grand tapestry of life.\"\n\nAs Diova asked about their definition of magic, Lyndor pondered for a moment, considering how best to articulate the essence of their domain. With a gentle smile, they responded, \"Magic, in my domain, encompasses the forces of the arcane, the ability to manipulate the energy that flows through the realms. It is the spark that ignites possibilities, the enchanted threads that connect the mundane and the extraordinary.\"\n\nLyndor's eyes twinkled with the magic that permeated their being, a subtle glow that intensified as they continued to speak. \"Magic is both subtle and grand, encompassing spells, rituals, and the enchantments that breathe life into the world. It is the dance of elements, the harnessing of cosmic forces, and the channeling of raw potential. It can sparkle with ethereal light or remain hidden in the whispers of unseen forces.\"\n\n—-\nThey observed Diova hopping up on a branch just above them, her legs swinging with childlike impatience. Lyndor couldn't help but smile at her exuberant nature. \"It seems we both possess gifts that ignite the imaginations of mortals,\" They remarked, their voice filled with a sense of camaraderie. \"Together, we could inspire and challenge the boundaries of what is possible, weaving a tapestry of wonder and curiosity in the hearts of those who encounter our influence.\""
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"author": "kuromi5234",
"message": "Diova rested her chin on her hands as Lyndor began to throughly explain what exactly his gift was. Her eyes widened in wonder as he continued to speak, though she had some trouble understanding him. He sure speaks as fancy as he looks, she thought.\n\n\"Spells?\" Now there was something that caught her attention, she recalled Heredit telling her about witches and things called \"Spell books\" She had become fascinated with the idea of writing down spells and curses and keeping it as a physical copy for herself. Though she herself had no need for it as Diova didn't cast \"Spells\" She just sometimes blessed mortals and other realms with the gift she had received. Much like a child she still did it, enjoying the little time she had to write down all her abilities. \n\nDiova snapped out of her thoughts and looked back to Lyndor, she nodded in agreement, their gifts were somewhat similar in nature. She cocked her head at what she assumed was a request to traverse either mortal territory or other realms together. She gave Lyndor a wide grin and lowered her head in a bashful manner.\n\n\"Already giving me an offer so early into your new life?~\" She teased, sticking out her tongue and little and hopping back down to his feet gazing up at him."
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"author": "odingames",
"message": "Lyndor's gaze met Diova's wide eyes, amused by the playfulness in her expression. Her response brought a smile to their face, appreciating the lighthearted banter that permeated their conversation. Diova's childlike enthusiasm was infectious, adding a touch of levity to the weight of their divine roles.\n\nLyndor found delight in Diova's eagerness, her genuine curiosity about the world beyond her own experiences. They could sense the potential for growth and exploration in her spirit, and it mirrored their own desire to delve into the depths of this new world. Their eyes sparkled with anticipation as Diova hopped down to their feet, her gaze fixed upon them.\n\nTheir voice carried a hint of amusement as they responded to Diova's playful teasing, \"Well, Diova, when opportunity knocks, it is best not to keep it waiting for too long.\" Lyndor chuckled softly, a warmth radiating from their being. \"Besides, what better way to embark on this new journey than with a companion who shares a similar passion for discovery and inspiration?\"\n\nWith a gentle movement, Lyndor extended their hand towards Diova, inviting her to take it. \"Together, we can explore mortal realms and traverse the depths of other realms, witnessing the myriad expressions of magic, creativity, and wonder that exist beyond our own domains,\" They proposed. \"In the process, we can learn from one another, share our unique perspectives, and leave an indelible mark upon the worlds we encounter.\"\n\nLyndor's eyes shone with a blend of excitement and sincerity as they continued, \"As we venture forth, we could bring the beauty of our combined gifts, inspiring mortals, and all who cross our path. And who knows what other extraordinary beings and realms we may encounter along the way? It is in the shared experiences, the unexpected encounters, that true growth and understanding often arise.\"\n\n—-\nLyndor's eyes shone with a blend of excitement and sincerity as they continued, \"As we venture forth, we could bring the beauty of our combined gifts, inspiring mortals, and all who cross our path. And who knows what other extraordinary beings and realms we may encounter along the way? It is in the shared experiences, the unexpected encounters, that true growth and understanding often arise.\"\n\nThey awaited Diova's response, their hand still extended towards her. In this moment, they understood that the world was brimming with possibilities, and together, their divine essence could weave a tapestry of enchantment and awe. It was an invitation to embark on a journey of collaboration and exploration, where their combined presence would bring forth moments of both joy and introspection.\n\nWith a playful glimmer in their eyes, Lyndor added, \"So, Diova, are you up for an adventure? Shall we traverse this world, with magic and inspiration as our guides, and create a symphony of wonder wherever we tread?\""
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"author": "kuromi5234",
"message": "Diova stared at the others hand for a while and then extended her own, his words gave her a sense of joy she couldn't describe, she slowly placed her hand right about his, her palm extending, as her hands were smaller than his in a humorous way. She then slap his hand with hers, giving him a low high five and let out a burst of laughter.\n\n\"Not exactly in a position to be held down to fast~ Still gotta get my own thing going.\" She said through giggles, crossing her legs and leaning back on her hands. \"However... I don't think this is the last I'll see of you~\" She cooed. Then pointed over to the bottom of the tree near the edge towards a small red gleam in the distance, floating on what appeared to be hundreds of clouds, surrounded by blood red trees and other life.\n\n\"That's my domain, realm even. If you need me or want me I'll be there. If you so happen to bump into Heredit just state your business and she'll lead ya to me.\" She said swaying her legs once again and giving Lyndor a little wink. Beginning to stare off into the distance, she hadn't seen her domain from far, she smiled, taking pride in making it so beautifully."
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"author": "misfire2946",
"message": "The branches rustled in a way that, if you weren't listening closely, sounded like a far off shore. A repetitive, slow, swishing. The sort of swishing that you bet things on. Hoping, that perhaps a strain of luck would turn up. That maybe a certain die would land on the number you'd prayed for. Or maybe something would go exactly as they needed to, however improbable that could be. \n\nSomething started to wriggle out of a nearby branch. Like an eel that had somehow slimed its way out of a predator's grasp. It was a fish scale. Another pressed itself out of the opening. Slowly, but surely, a thing of scales emerged, occasionally bringing with it splinters of wood. Even a splinter from the great mother tree was worthy of being the mast in a great ship. \n\nThe first thought that flowed through his newly conscious mind was to run. To go far away. A God like him did not have a realm or a place to call home. There was an unsettling thrashing within his soul. The creatures of the ocean were rarely stagnant, and he was no different. The mass of fish scales fell apart, revealing the semi-humanoid form of Prospero, God of sailors, vagabonds, and their superstitions. He rapped his hand softly on the mother tree. Knock on wood. \n\nThe eddies of fate seemed to continue to flow, as he too seemed to gain a grasp on that veil between the known and the less than known that the only recently born Ichtaca had absorbed. Although it seemed he hadn't absorbed secrets as much as he'd eavesdropped them. Accumulated them, like some deep recess of the ocean. The whispers of the wind carried some mystique, legend. Something between half true and myth. Careless superstition and all that in between. Seeing his form become complete, he let go of his moorings to the tree, and began to drift about, aimlessly, letting the winds fill his sails as he began an eternal voyage."
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"author": ".wavychips",
"message": "As Ichtaca and Prospero, the deity's newfound acquaintance, ascended the vast branches of Yggdrasil, a foreboding sense of unease settled upon them. An air of dread hung thick in the atmosphere, dampening their spirits. As they reached the uppermost reaches of the cosmic tree, what awaited them shattered their hearts and sent shockwaves through their very beings.\n\nBefore them, atop the branches of Yggdrasil, lay a scene of unimaginable horror. Edon, a colossal serpent with scales gleaming with malice, coiled around a fruit—a precious symbol of divine potential. But it was no ordinary fruit; it was the remains of an unborn god, devoured by the merciless jaws of the serpent.\n\nIchtaca's eyes widened in horror and sorrow, for the loss of a budding god was an affront to the delicate balance of creation. The essence of the divine, meant to shape the future of the realms, had been prematurely extinguished. The echoes of its potential faded, leaving an emptiness that resonated through the cosmos.\n\nAnguish and rage surged within Ichtaca, for the violation of the sacred and the desecration of the unborn god's potential stirred a righteous fury.\n\n\"What have you done?!\" He demanded."
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "***\"Well, that was certainly something\"*** A voice rang out from the branches above, childish, high in tone and pitch, yet still seeming unnerved and enraged. \n\nAbrielle, who had witnessed the unnervingly gluttonous feast of which Edon had taken upon himself to eat another of siblings before they were even birthed, a grotesque display of gore and flesh which had twisted to partake in the delicacy of yet another divine. *It disgusted her to the very core.* It was difficult to get someone like Abrielle mad, a childish, fun goddess of life. But to kill another before they had even hatched, whatever sick and twisted way Edon had seen it didn't sit well with Abrielle. Whether he had planned on this to be a sign of love, or affection, to end a life and have it feel no pain for eternity, it didn't matter. None of it did. He had put an end to a life, permanently, before it had even come, and harmed their mother.\n\nThis was different to basic god murder, gods came back, though would a fruit without consciousness? Only time could tell, a time that might take an eternity or might never come. **\"To think, to think that one might have the absolute gall to kill another before they even came to be, to prey upon those oh so weak they are unable to defend themselves and to harm our sleeping mother. Born anew under your gaze? My ass.\"** Abrielle said, her tone of voice monotone and raspy. She set her gaze upon the gluttonous serpent, not even bothering to ask for her siblings' name, no, this was no sibling of hers. This was a beast, through and through, and if left unchecked it was most definitely going to consume even more, bring about more 'change'. Not that change disgusted her, no, but there were so many more ways you could fuck around and find out, though an act like this was definitely not the worst he could do.\n-\n\nAbrielle jumped down from branch to branch, her eyes wide and her movement fluid as the shape slowly shifted, multiple arms grew out of her side, wooden, leafy arms. Vine tendrils erupted from her back shortly, leaving multiple scars and holes all across it, they slithered and moved uncannily, each seeming to have its own consciousness and thought, they clashed and growled, hitting against each other as they moved rapidly and snappily.\n\n**\"Really, I do wonder what your thought process was during all that, but we're not here to dance, now are we?\"**An atmosphere of dread followed Abrielle, her eyes filled with malice unfitting of her domain, and in general how she presented herself. Her body language was clearly enraged, without words, it was obvious she was mad and ready to fight. Each passing second added to her impatience, adding to the aggressiveness and hate the tendrils on her back portrayed, adding to how out of character she was slowly growing. Most fragments of her rapidly faded and returned back to this body."
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"author": "misfire2946",
"message": "Prospero ascended behind Ichtaca, up the tree. He let the slightly older deity take the lead. After all, he'd created a civilization, creatures, and demigods. Prospero's only current major contribution had been the advent of gambling. Ichtaca seemed like the far more responsible one of the two. As the two did so, he felt a feeling of despair. Storm clouds gathered in his mind. And then the lightning broke, and he found himself within a maelstrom. \n\nHe saw the serpent-god Edon, devour a fruit, one ripe and ready to bring about a new god. It tinged far less altruistic concern than his companion. Rather, it brought out a sense of self-preservation in Prospero. He had, quite literally onlily days prior, been one of those fruits. That thought alone unnerved him. Godhood may have been a curse, but the one silver lining was the immortality bit. \n\nNot for the last time, he bent down to his mother, and knocked on her wood. Even the god of superstition shouldn't be above superstition, and this was a time where such superstition was needed. \n\nHe remained silent, unnerved. He didn't have much to say that hadn't been already said. This was a mystery that had far more fear than anticipation."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "A very unintelligible sound came from TSU, now in a very weird form of misshapen flowers and flames. She didn't give to speaking but did make the noise loudly as she began to see Edon. Her form becoming more like a conglomerate of flowers and flames. \n\nHer body began to catch afire and flower-hairs shot out in random directions seeming to want to scatter from herself. She wanted to get away. But this one would not be unslighted and shall be tagged. The flower hairs wanted to get at Edon now but they were denied. \n\nHer sounds became more of violent screams and soon rings of fire enlassed the flower-hairs."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "`\"Mother...?\"` *Edon seems to ignore the four deities that had arrived for a brief period. Turning his attention towards the branches, he stares are them... His eyes dim with a lurking sadness, he feels as though this had proven his point. The fact so many deities had arrived so quickly. It was like she was still here, she had chosen to alert the other gods... And ignore his cries at the chance to finally have a parent? Squinting his serpentine look further he takes a deep sigh. The rotting smell of a dying god exudes from his mouth, the clear and definitive proof it was him that had indulged in such a depraved and rancid choice. A small and broken sniffle pierces the air. Despite all the anger surrounding him, he looks heartbroken. Betrayed... As if all of this were a crushing blow to everything he stood for.*\n\n`\"You told them... You told them what I did? You... YOU SPOKE TO THEM.\"` *His voice flares with an expanding rage. A fury unmatched, the crackling orange and black energy that constantly surrounds and adorns his form glows brighter and brighter. Like a supernova, it was harsh to look at. A strain on the eyes, he was expanding his divine presence outwards and compressing it into this unholy light and searing radiance. There was a bright twinkle in the centre, his glowing eyes still peering through the expanding storm of harsh patterns and colours.*\n\n`\"You spoke to them... Yet ignore me? You are cruel, you are sick and twisted mother. Vile... VILE BEAST, HARLOT... HEATHEN... HAG.\"` *The light fades away... Darkening, eclipsed... He realises what he must harbour his power over. The dominion of eclipses, he must blot out the sun. The world... Like his Mother blotted out him, like his fellow brothers and sisters were about to do. At least he still had Melancholia, right?*\n\n*The eyes vanish, appearing elsewhere. Detached from the body, the crackling serpent form fades away. Only to be reborn in a new location, above the gods. Laying wrapped around a branch far away...*\n\n*His attention is now full on the deities that watched him. He only recognised one, Tsu. Her anger was nothing like he had seen of her when she entered his land, it would seem the compassion and amusement she found in everything had been warped by the recent devouring of an infant deity. Edon cannot help but smile... Change... She has changed, he is winning this. Whether she realises it or not, he is altering their mind. Causing anger, backwards actions that they would've never committed otherwise. It was beautiful, a real spectacle that made his jagged mouth conform to a smirk.*\n\n`\"This world. It stabs us in the back, it leaves us to rot... To wallow in our own misery, i'm preventing our fellow kin from ever experiencing it. The same fate. That same damn fate...\"` *Edons speech is unpleasantly calm. He's justifying his own actions. Gratifying the boundless harvest he had just discovered. The endless fruits his mother would create... The unending tide of brother and sisters he could prevent from entering the world. There was an underlying fear that Gaia may one day retaliate and send something after him, but his mother was weak... Useless... So he believed. Edon was no longer part of the same bloodline as the rest. He was an orphan by choice and an exile that would never be allowed true re-entry.*\n\n*Without a movement from the god, arcing bolts of extremely thin energy erupt from every scale upon his body and begin to spiral and twist across the landscape, heading downwards to the deities. The movement and patterns were horrifying, each one travelled at a different speed, some randomly stopping mid air before continuing. Others making a straight beeline to the target. There was one thing in common, every single bolt would stop right before it hit its mark and simply hover in place, he wasn't launching an attack. Merely a threat...*\n\n`\"Brothers, Sisters... I give you once chance to leave before you are forever broken and bound. Take heed, the curtains close.\"`"
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*A small something flickers into being amid the branches, a tiny ephemeral shard of crystal just hanging in the air. Rav felt the surging of divine presences in the tree and chose to answer the call, though it did not know the actual purpose for such a gathering. Briefly, it hoped this was another constructive ritual it could help shape through rhetoric and bargaining, but upon arriving and seeing an initial threatening volley being sent out the shard decided to remain quiet and simply watch for the moment.*"
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"author": "borderlne",
"message": "Paeon followed after Rav'nixander, appearing in the high branches of the World Tree. For the second time, they have been tempted to meet with their brethren. And this time, it involved a much more sinister deity.\n\nPaeon groaned to themselves upon hearing Edon's words. He sounded like a spoiled child, uttering disrespectful words to the earthmother. They considered leaving and returning to Melusine to inform the Prime Vampires of a potential threat. But Paeon felt more compelled to stay, now seeing several other gods around Edon, and perhaps more on their way.\n\nWith Edon's voice being disregarded as background noise for the time being, Paeon instead looked around to ascertain the situation. TSU, a sister Paeon had yet to be acquainted with, screamed and turned into a mass of flames. Luckily Paeon was far away, and wouldn't be harmed. Prospero, Ichtaca, and Abrielle were nearby, processing the situation as well.\n\nIt was about time Paeon made themselves known."
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"author": "cenqbite",
"message": "For years, a strange fruit has laid untouched. It's oddities creating a fascinating, yet horrifying reaction. One glance you may view it as a highly saturated, blood red apple. However, the next, it may be a ceramic bowl overflowing with decaying snake corpse's. It is safe to say that whatever you view it as, will be likely to cause a stir of traumatic emotions. \n\nMany viewed, however no one touched. Until one day, it vanished. There was no longer a fruit terrorizing those who made the mistake of glancing in its direction. There was a boy? A girl? There was... Something, hanging off of the branch that the fruit once rested on. One hand on the branch, the other in-front of the deity's face, it's nails being examined. \n\nKāne has been born! The Deity of Illusion, as fresh as one could be after a rebirth. Their cool, yet slightly arrogant, demeanor sticking out like a sore thumb. After examining their nails, they loosen their grip from the branch, seemingly dropping from the Upper Branches. Until a minuscule bird appears on the branch, after a blink the bird is gone. A 4\"9 woman in a crop top and skirt sitting on the branch, legs crossed with a open magazine in hand, examining the pages.\n\nThe seemingly small woman closes over her magazine and lets out an annoyingly loud sigh of frustration. Tilting her head and rolling her eyes, her angst and impatience displayed for all to see. Her hand starts lightly tapping on the branch she is rested on, gradually increasing in speed and volume. After a few minutes, she takes a deep inhale before..\n\n'SO! Is anyone gonna like.. Introduce themselves or does a bitch have to sit here bored?' She says loud enough for all to hear, without it being perceived as a shout. Her voice with a nasally tone and a teenage vocal fry."
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "```Waiting a little to see if anyone else is gonna come, if any of you wanna go I'm chill, but we do needa decide on writing length, time, and a judge```"
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"author": ".wavychips",
"message": "As Ichtaca stood, staring in disbelief at Edon, grief and frustration mingled within their heart. In this vulnerable moment, a new god emerged from the sacred depths of Yggdrasil—Kāne, a being brimming with vitality and curiosity, seemingly unaware of the recent tragedy that had befallen them.\n\nInitially, Ichtaca's heart swelled with hope, for new divine beings often brought a fresh energy and perspective to the cosmic tapestry. But as Kāne eagerly approached, their excitement filled the air, oblivious to the somber atmosphere that still lingered.\n\nIchtaca, burdened by grief and angered by Edon's monstrous act, found it difficult to embrace Kāne's enthusiasm. The injustice of an unborn god's potential being stolen gnawed at Ichtaca's spirit, and frustration clouded their perception. It felt unjust that Kāne, the newcomer, was untouched by the weight of the recent tragedy.\n\nFrustration surged within Ichtaca as they longed for Kāne to understand the depth of the loss and the gravity of the situation. They yearned for Kāne to share in their sorrow, to recognize the devastating impact of Edon's actions, and to stand united against such heinous transgressions.\n\n\"Do you not see what has happened? How can you be so happy in a moment like this? Do you not feel the loss of our sibling?\""
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"author": "cenqbite",
"message": "Kāne's eyes widen as they have at last had an interaction. Joy is rushing through their veins, until they hear what escapes Ichtaca's mouth. Their smile drops, the chaotic urges they've been nullifying finally breaking loose. Their lack of second guessing what they are about to say likely to cause a negative reaction but, they quite frankly do not care.\n\n'A hello would've been enough.' They say in a snarky tone. 'I might've just been born, but I understand the concept of emotions and death. I wanted an interaction.. Not a snooze fest sob story!' They roll their eyes and the magazine in their hand swiftly becomes a pair of sunglasses. 'I am happy because I want to be. Someone else's loss is not, and will not be my issue or my perogative.' She says as she puts the sunglasses on. 'So disrespectfully, be gone. I have a magazine to read.' They say putting on a fake smile, a new magazine appearing in their hand."
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"author": ".wavychips",
"message": "Ichtaca scoffs in disbelief at the lack of sympathy in the newborn god. Perhaps they just lack emotional intelligence, or maybe they simply lack empathy. \n\n\"I'm sorry to have snapped at you, but it just doesn't make sense to me that you don't realize the gravity of this situation.\""
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"author": "cenqbite",
"message": "Kāne snatches the sunglasses off their face, a death glare being shot at the mess in front of them. The absolute nerve needed to scoff at Kāne is something they have never encountered.\n\n\"Hold the fuck up.\" They say, raising their index finger in front of the other's face. \"I know for a fact you did not just scoff at me. I am not the one, trust and believe. You might be able to throw attitude at the others, but not me.\" Her head tilts, continuing to hold eye contact. \"I do understand the gravity of the situation, I quite frankly. Do not care. I never met the sibling, why would I care if its dead? Not my ocean, not my fish. Go scoff at someone who cares. Thank you!\" She fake smiles again, turning around and continuing to read her magazine. In disbelief at the attitude they just received."
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"author": ".wavychips",
"message": "Ichtaca looks around at the others, wondering if he's imagining the scene unfolding in front of him. He thinks *\"I know this cannot be happening...\"*\n\n\"Girl, bye\" Is all he would say in response, diverting his attention away from the petulant deity in front of him and focusing back on the situation at hand."
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"author": "cenqbite",
"message": "Kāne turns their head to the freak infront of them.\n\n\"One more snarky comment and I will shove this magazine so far down your throat you will not be able to breath for the next three to five working days.\""
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "`\"New life, right after death... Just as fate foretold, I must move quicker next time.\"` *The fate god takes a moment to adjust and truly unfurl himself. Extending his body outwards, the scales and underbelly of his serpentine form begin to crack and transmute. The intense atmosphere only grows darker as Edon begins to blot out the light of the area with nothing but sheer mass. Expanding to the size of an average gods domain as he curls around the tree like it is nothing. He was amplifying the tension further by forcing them into darkness. They could launch an assault against him now but there was no telling what this god was truly capable of inflicting.*\n\n`\"You should've never emerged from there, new deity. This world is only suffering, I hope you'll find amusement far from here. Away from these, wretched. Vile insects. Away from our bastard traitor of a mother who abandons us the moment we are able to breath the divine air.\"` *Words of wisdom, and words of deep hatred to all the gods here. He's giving Kane a chance to potentially flee, say something worth considering or potentially just back down entirely. Edons words boom with an intensity that rustles the very leaves of the divine world tree. His size is gargantuan and utterly mortifying. There was no denying the horrors in such a sight.*\n\n`\"I have had enough of your feeble back and forth. Cease, before I rend your voice from your very essence and scatter your remains back into the true. This is not the time for squabbling. This is the time to show us, to show our sad excuse of a mother who you really are. Killers, like me. Merciless cold hearted plagues with no chance of redemption. You fight me and you simply become the same beast of burden.\"`"
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"author": ".wavychips",
"message": "He begins laughing as a smirk grew on his face. \n\n\"You know, you're pretty funny. Maybe I mistook you.\""
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"author": "cenqbite",
"message": "She smirks at the person in front. \"Yes, I do know. I still hate you, but lets get out of here before that THING wrecks us.\" \n\nShe says as she puts her hand out, reaching for the other."
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"author": ".wavychips",
"message": "Ichtaca gives a bombastic side eye to Edon. *\"What a buzzkill,\"* He thinks. He looks back at Kāne, and decides to take their offer. He grabs their hand, hoping to escape before something more drastic happens."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "\"Have you considered.\"\n\n*The shard begins, in the humming resonance of crystal.*\n\n\"You do not need to be fought. To be removed. I call for a ritual.\""
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"author": "cenqbite",
"message": "\"We are out of here\". They say as they leap off the branch, pulling the other onto their back as they swiftly transform into a creature with wings large enough to carry the other."
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"author": ".wavychips",
"message": "As he was being pulled away, he stuck his tongue out at Edon and yelled, \"LOSERRRRRR!\""
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "`\"Have you considered how easily I could crush your putrid excuse of a Godhood with a mere finger. You are pathetic, you are not even worth a spec of my time. You are but an insect, even the fruits Gaia bore are more of a challenge to devour than you would be.\"` *The fate serpent continues to blot out the light, continuing to expand. His stature was indicative of his determination to win this engagement. The idea of a ritual had deeply agitated and pissed the god off.*\n\n*The insult towards Edon however. Would only result in a screech back, a reverberating howl that would forever be etched into their minds. A siren call mixed with the dying squeals of his dear brothers and sisters that Edon had consumed. Their terrified cried. The infant like gargles as they choked on their own blood. It was a grim reminder that Edon would push far beyond the limits of mortality to see results. The large burning eyes peer at Rav'nixander*\n\n`\"Flee now. Before you are put to rest eternally, I need no ritual to make you suffer.\"`"
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*The crystal simply remained there, translucent and floating.*\n\n\"You are one god. Equal to your kin. You can be countered by the will of many. I call for a ritual.\"\n\n*There is a swelling of energy.*\n\n\"I propose the binding of the god Edon. Containment of their shape and essence within a singular temporal-spatial singularity. I will take the duty of warden for this and any further bindings of cruel gods that need be conducted.\"\n\n*The faintest twitch...*\n\n\"All in favor. Please register your participation.\""
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"author": "borderlne",
"message": "Paeon cocked their head, the mention of a ritual redirecting their attention to the situation at hand. The more Edon spoke, the less Paeon sided with Rav and the more they wanted to make quick work of the insolent god-eater. Of course, Paeon wasn't attached to the god Edon ate, nor did they feel sorrow. At yet, even they could recognize it was a sin.\n\n\"Honestly...\"\n\nPaeon only uttered one word, before shutting their mouth. Luckily, they only mumbled. Only then could they hope to have not been heard by the others nearby."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "A small leaf floats to the others who're still here (besides Edon) and if they paid attention to it it'd read \"One cannot hold themselves, be careful, I cannot fully control, I should't hit you of my will, Edon is my only target, I cannot think of another soon\" It said trying to explain that she cannot control herself and that she doesn't know if she could stop herself if another ends up against her. \n\nShe continued to conglomerate her body though her screaming sizzled out. Her hair-flowers still trying to scatter.\n\nOne though did get sent to Edon, should he pay attention to it it'd say \"Sorry for may anger, I cannot deal with my self now... I cannot deal with *Feelings* They drown me... I hope I can get forgiveness should I harm you\""
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"author": "borderlne",
"message": "Paeon glanced at the leaf that passed them by, frowning slightly. *Two* Out-of-control gods, now? Gaia help them.\n\nUnfortunately, Paeon was nothing more than a coward. They climbed further up into the branches, away from TSU, Edon, and Rav. Those three could duke it out, anyway.\n\n\"Aye. The quicker this ritual, the better.\"\n\nAs Rav asked who was in favor of the ritual, Paeon spoke again. Paeon would have been an unwilling bystander for the time being, but would wholeheartedly partake in a ritual. If they ever got that far."
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"author": "misfire2946",
"message": "Prospero still remained neutral in all of this, or at least as neutral as could be. He didn't exactly enjoy the general concept of fate. Went against his whole concept really. But that was what he did best. He was a sailor, and when nations and gods went to war, it was always the middlemen that profited most. Really, it seemed that all these gods seemed to be bickering, ramming each other against themselves. Whatever lofty trappings they thought to hide behind were only a petty disguise for the fact that each and every one of them, including Prospero, was but a child. \n\nHe saw the leaf fly past, and saw it as his mother taking active means to prevent her cannibalistic son. It seemed uncontrolled, but Prospero had a way of getting lucky and avoiding all of that. \n\nSeemingly more calm from this leaf, and rather amused at the bickering from his companion and the new god, the god edged towards the center, and sitting down. He finally spoke up, though he'd been one of the first to arrive.\n\n\"You've spoke a lot brother. About how vile and meaningful this existence is. Personally, I think that's how they all are. Par for the course really. But you've asked a lot of questions today. And you've put up with our sibling's rather immature back and forth. So, if you don't mind. I'd like to ask you a question, from one scale-covered being to another. A riddle of sorts.\" \n\nHe said, his fish scales writhing in a rather comedic manner. Or perhaps, now grounded in the tree completely, he too was gathering energy for the ritual. Either way, he held his cards close to his chest. That, he knew he was good at. He'd invented gambling after all. \n\n\"I am an amputee that defies fate. I am the sister of destiny. I am the arrow to the sword. I am two adjectives. What am I?\"\n\n-\nFrankly, Prospero himself didn't really know his plan. Plans for him usually came on the fly. He was good at that sort of thing. But he had a feeling this was the right thread to pull. Maybe he was stalling. Maybe he was gathering energy to himself. Or maybe he was just counting on a lucky hand. Or a fin? He was very fish themed. Who knew. He wasn't the god of idioms. Though he was the god of idiots."
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"author": "gonglblin",
"message": "Somewhere far to the West came an unmistakable aura. A reclusive god who constantly neglected his siblings. Who harboured nothing but disdain for anything that would mix with anything else. Likening compounded entities to figures of mud. One who had never previously shown anything more than a faint regard for their shared ancestry to his brothers and sisters, save for a rare few occasions.\n\n|**Gaia's Caretaker. Anticorruptor.**|\n|**Pureman, The Pure.**|\n\nAn overwhelming wave of serenity washed over all those present in the Upper Branches of Gaia's Embrace. Everything seemed to contrast heavily against everything else. As if even the very air had realised its own innate separation from the basal elements of the world and was begging to be wrenched free. Then... It was. Parting from a triangular rift in the aether on the other side of which lay a vast, rolling field of crystalline reeds. A pristine sky filled with constantly-fluctuating clouds of silver. Rippling waves of snow-white soil...\nAnd one three-eyed god walking out of the rift, pearlescent broom in hand. Cloak billowing behind him as it glittered in the light of his realm only to darken as he exited the rift. It snapped shut behind him with a resounding **'POP!'**\n\nThe serene aura was still present, but it seemed after the initial wave it lost some power. Behind it, some of the more observant amongst them would notice a sense of resolute duty. Pureman walked through the air, continuing his stride as he stepped lightly onto the nearest branch. He briefly knelt down to gently stroke the branch of the Great Mother. He could feel a deep pain within, though faint enough that one may miss it amongst the chaos. He stood, gripping his broom with both hands as one would if they were resting before sweeping a floor.\n\n\"To bind this one is to merely move the mess elsewhere. Something you are most familiar with, I'm sure.\" Pureman said, bluntly, evidently not too pleased that he had to interact with his siblings.\n\n\"It is my purpose to clean up the mess. No matter who, what, when, where or why. This is the greatest challenge to my Gaia-given duty thus far. I know I cannot dissuade you from interfering, so instead I will only ask that you keep your grubby paws off the fruit. All of you. Not just the serpent.\" He stated, gesturing vaguely at Edon with his broom. The serpent's undulating coils sent a shiver of disgust down his spine. *\"Not a serpent,\"* He reminded himself. No. This was a pest. A pest in the garden. *\"A slug.\"*\n\nPureman had felt the reverberations of Edon's actions all the way from his realm. Due to the way he'd connected it to Gaia's roots, it took the full brunt of the shaking. It was a mess, yes. But he'd deal with it later. The matter of one of his own siblings cannibalising one of Gaia's unborn children could not be taken lightly. This was why he'd been born. **She must've known.** Gaia must have known that this would happen. He existed because of this *Thing*.\n\n\"Stay out of my way. No need to stain Mother's leaves with more gore than is necessary.\"\n\nPureman began striding towards Edon. Holding his broom in a stance that spoke of a mundane chore, yet to be completed.\n\n\"Speak, *Slug*. Why have you committed this ruinous sin? Why have you forced my hand? **Why have you forced me to rid our Mother of yet another child?**\"\n\nHe walked closer. Closer, still. Edon would begin to sense a well-hidden, seething angst beneath Pureman's calm surface. A riptide beneath a still pool. Somehow it seemed Pureman was more in his element than the others present."
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "It was a quiet presence. So much so that the other gods, unless they were paying attention, would not notice Xanthous appear the next second, a disgusted look on his face. Though the God seemed to be late, he quickly turned towards Edon, eyes narrowed as he surveyed the other Gods. Of course, Edon had caused something. The God of Order and Chaos crossed his arms, noticing sister TSU. He had sensed horrible disdain from his *Mother*, so much so that he appeared here to see what was happening.\n\nXanthous had promised himself he would kill *Edon*. \n\nNow was his chance.\n\nHe did not move, however, watching Pureman carefully- He did not yet know his allies. \"Edon.\" Xanthous said quietly, seething **Rage** Visible in his tone. \"You fool. What have you done to your *Mother*?\" The God asked. \"To your sibling? And now, as it has it, you bring the wrath of other Gods. For your chaotic act, you will be punished.\" After all, Xanthous was well versed in his abilities. He sat, cross-legged, in one movement, shaking his head like a disappointed older brother. \"You are too chaotic. You are *Defective*.\""
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*The Fate deity finally takes a moment to catch up. To observe the group before him, the sheer volume of other divine beings that were there simply to make his life difficult. This was a challenge, even his own Mother had turned her bark skin against him. The creeping impulse of disgust and disturbance he now permeated into the air with every movement. Edon was branded an exile and a traitor to all of divinity for his crime... His large frilly tail glows slightly, the first tally mark ever inscribed upon it glowing brightly. His fate, he was shifting it... Realising how it would end, seeing the outcome. Edon could try to outrun this fate. They could certainly make it far, but the promise of actually escaping it. Now that was an entirely different outcome. It was time to address those that had arrived, one by one. As if they were guests to his land.*\n\n*First was Abrielle. The childish and furious voice that called to him as she dropped down from the branches evoked a smile that bled unnerving intent. Her words were falling upon him like a great symphony. A new song he could sing and remember forever, feasting on the change in her emotions. The ever shifting and out of character actions he was ripping from these gods. They were beautiful, a divine sight. Edon takes a long deep breath and samples the rotting air around them all. Enjoying the attention and the eyes on him. There was no fear in his eyes or mind. Only an abominable determination to make everyone suffer a fate worse than the death of this fruit. Eternal torment...*\n\n`\"Sister... This is nothing more than a dance of fate, whether you hold my hand or not. We shall still move in unison. Whether that is to strike or make amends, is up to you. For I have certainly made my decision.\"` *A maniacal cackle rings from the god's entire body. Rippling and echoing from every individual scale, each arcing bolt of energy that had descended upon the deities. They all laugh in unison before fizzling out with a hideous hiss and the squeal of a broken god. Edon had truly gone beyond redemption this time, not that it mattered.*\n\n*Next... Prospero, his initial silence was beautiful. His voice, not so much. The intellectual speak and attempt to sound smart, using riddles and prodding the god's anger. Edons smile had quickly dropped to a low rumbling grow, perhaps Prospero should've remained silent, and nothing would come of this. To think only moments ago, it could've been him that Edon had devoured whole. A mere child to this world, a lucky one. He should be thanking the fate serpent for sparing him... The two had something in common with their more animalistic bodies. His embodying fish. Edons embodying a serpent, though one was more willing to fully indulge in their monstrous appearance. The gargantuan fate deity constricts the branches ever so slightly. Hoping to place and inflict more pain upon their mother... Just as a cruel reminder that the longer they spent here chatting. The more his desires and intrusive thoughts would continue to shatter.*\n\n`\"You are hopeful and mistaken. Dear brother. Here is a riddle for you. I am the chattering in your ear, the guiding light that seals you forever. The oncoming tide you can do nothing about... Tell me... What am I?\"` *Edon smirks in confidence still. It was delusional aspiration for him to even stand a chance against an encounter like this, Edon may well have been able to wound some of the gods here and potentially even scare some away during the fight but the chances of him being able to drag all of them down was nightmarishly impossible. Somehow, through that sick and tumorous brain he possesses. Those odds still sound promising. That fateful glimmer of ambition would be the motivating factor on why the serpent continues to fight for what he has done. That and... For a certain gloomy companion, he promised her that others would suffer. He was not about to go back on the word of the goddess that had entrusted so much to him.*\n\n*Next on the checklist was Tsu. The small goddess that he had encountered once before. Though yet again, her outrage and fury were a pleasant site for the god of change. He was getting that satisfying feeling of making an impact, every god had felt the shudder from his actions. Edon was changing the world piece by piece, even if the serpent would be shot down and sealed away. They would still forever remember him for what he did. Their minds changed; their fate creeping ever closer. It was only inevitable the slow march of sorrow catches up... Staring with beady eyes as the note. Edon grins with those welcoming jaws of his mouth. Teeth begin pierce through the scales and form in the deity's mouth. To signify the jaws of fate closing upon the group. His tail flutters and slams into one of the branches with a flat thumping sound. Tsu was the last deity Edon had expected to actually show up, let alone fight. Her innocence from the encounter previous made him ill now. After his experience with Melancholia, innocence and curiosity had become a nuisance.*\n\n*Reading the note as it glides past. He simply scoffs and a small bolt arcs from his mouth, zapping and shrivelling the leaf to nothing more than ash. Ash he promptly transmutes to water. Not even giving the deity the satisfaction of seeing her own domains product. He was truly taking no risks, finding amusement in even making the smallest of cuts against the uncontrolled mass of divine energy. He saw Tsu as a weak link in their chain. If he could piss her off enough, she may create crossfire in her attempts to attack him. It would serve as a great distraction and potentially split the attention. A hopeful scenario, one he would capitalise greatly upon should it ever come round.*\n\n`\"Sister, you were so curious when in my domain. What happened? Did the world finally show its true colours? It must be so difficult to carry all that responsibility, it's okay. These other deities are monsters too, you should hate them as much as you hate me. For they are the reason I must fight.\"`\n\n*With that, the god's attention swiftly moves as he continues to constrict the branch, he remains dormant upon. Rav'nixander was becoming a pest here. He was the odd one out, there were no emotional tolls on him. No raised anger, only a simple calm and composed demeanour. A logical thinker that would surely be the biggest problem here. Edon snarls as he continues to defy the serpents will. Still speaking as though he wasn't so close to being struck by an onslaught of attacks. He would make sure the god would feel pain, more than the others. A mortal rival had been struck for daring to think in a sensible method. It enraged him beyond comprehension and the entire serpents body burns brightly once more with the crackling energy that jumps and lashes at the world tree. Small licks of conductive energy against their mother. Constant twinges and tinges he hoped to inflict. The sharp pain felt from eating the fruits could be used as a weapon here. His mothers pleading calls for help would become a great utility in his conquest.*\n\n*The surge of Rav'nixanders own energy would be met with retaliation as Edon flexes his own divine presence to attempt to undermine it. A very visible and clear surge in his own energy, the body shape he had taken begins to fall apart and shift. Reconstructing itself over and over again as he becomes an intangible mess of energy and a swirling vortex of change. Finally, Edon speaks out once more the god his wrath was focused upon. The voice now a culmination of hundreds in an unholy cacophony. The deities could almost swear they could hear their own voices mixed in with this speech if they listened closely. Mimicking their patterns and words to disrespect and stain the ground further.*\n\n`\"You cannot counter fate, for the outcome has already been foretold. The only thing you shall find yourself a warden of is the dying breaths of those around you when I am done. You cannot outrun me; you cannot flee from my gaze. I will seal your life forever; you shall remain nothing more than a peon. You are NOT a deity. You are NOT my brother...\"`\n\n*Last... But very well not least by any means, Paeon. A god that had snuck their way into the situation without him noticing. Resting upon the branches in the distance and without a care for what was going on. There was clear speech being made but Edon could not decipher it. They were keeping a distance on purpose and seeming to merely be a spectator. The fate god admired this level of bravery, to arrive at your mothers dying call and to let it play out. To let fate run its natural course, the only smile from this whole encounter that had any sort of optimism to it was flashed towards Paeon through Edons hungry maw. A gentle nod of understanding, a mutual agreement that they would not step in and let this be decided.*\n\n*The god shifts and contorts once more, reverting to a much smaller 8 ft tall serpent. Not wishing to make himself a bigger target anymore, seeing the sheer number of deities. It would be foolish to make himself an easier hit. The smaller form rests still on a branch high up. Trying to track every god in the area, his body begins to sprout hundreds of eyes. The scale shattering and cracking as large reptilian pupils smash through his husk of a divine body. Each one observing and watching, constantly changing colour in a near hypnotic pattern. Creating a spectrum of vast colours and a beautiful array. Even in such horrors, Edon had the gall to use pretty colours and flashy appearances to make himself seem more at peace and in control of the situation.*\n\n`\"I appreciate those that stand aside to allow the world to take its true path. To those who reject fate and embrace change. I am sorry to say... You are still under my divine wing; your domains are meek in compared to the concepts I harbour. Nothing you do matters... For I oversee it. You are but the Eigengrau of this dreary day... Just like this, you shall be banished when my light takes hold.\"`\n\n*The attention of the fate serpent shifts as another deity approaches. He yawns and grits his teeth, cursing something underneath his shallow breaths. He needed to kick this off and fast before more gods arrived to try and deal with him, Pureman seemed to have a unique aura and appearance compared to the rest. Entirely divine and acting the part of a beautiful guardian. He was the antagonist to which Edon wished upon the world. The light that would overthrow his eternal eclipse, the two stare towards each other and meet with burning eyes. The hundreds of irises across the fate gods body shift to further link up and match with the other deities. He refuses to allow himself to be attacked with his back turned and was covering for that. It was also a subtle setup for his first attack and the beginning of his onslaught of change. The darkened cloak and the slight anger the snake could sense coming from within the divine one's core did cause another grimace, however. Even one so pristine in appearance had their issues with anger and upset at what had been seen. If only Melancholia was here to revel in the sadness, he had caused. One day he will tell her this story and it shall be beautiful. His mind wanders slightly, to the embrace him and the goddess of sadness had shared. He missed her touch already. The comfort of another that understood him.*\n\n*Another god!? Edon rolls his eyes actively at this point as, yet another deity decides to pervade his ambitions. Xanthous, no less. The god that kickstarted this whole cycle and downwards spiral that left him so confused and weakened to the goddess of sadness and her glum reality check. Seeing them float so casually and without a care was the final straw for the fate serpent. He had HAD IT. Now they would all witness his plans.*\n\n`\"I free those from the shackles of this world. You must understand, more than anybody. The pain that living inflicts, the madness it spikes into our hearts. The longing yearns for something greater that we can never truly achieve. I'm afraid to tell you all, this is where the stories end. There is no more to tell. Your fates are sealed. Every. Last. One of you.\"`\n\n*His tail rattles with a melodic jingle, tally marks begin to sear into the top frill. One for each of the gods, this was the sealing of the outcome. Gazed upon by fates cold visage made manifest. Time would tell what these fates were, yet it had been decided. The eyes across his body begin to ripple and squirm as they blink. Veins and tendrils seem to stretch over the hundreds of eyes as they become bloodshot. His entire form changing as he stares at his group of foes.*\n\n`\"I am surrounded by hope. Now, we plunge into darkness. Prepare to witness the ever-changing eclipse. Brothers, sisters. Scum in between. The stage is about to be set; I do hope you will all play your parts.\"` *Staring at the world around him, the impossible odds. Surrounded by nothing but fury directed towards him. Even the leaves of Gaia give the illusion of being upset with her child. One final push... Edons body explodes into a pitch-black wave. The natural light of the world above is sucked into his personal hellscape. An eclipse... The light was no more, he had finally realised his potential. To blot out the gods, to blot out his mother. To eclipse each and every lifeform and bask in their suffering when the lack of light drives them to insanity.*\n\n*Eyes begin to form from the shadowy centre of his form. Reconstructing themselves, each one an assorted colour and primed to fire. Edon screeches as the swarm of eyes each fire an individual burning ray of energy, an orange outline with a black middle. Representive of the Eclipse he was causing, his fate had got him here. He trusted it would get him out. The deity spins and coils his lower body, sending the beams everywhere as he spins and creates the equivalent of a disco-ball of deadly energy. There was no regard for what or who he hit, the deities around him had a choice. To protect the fruits from the onslaught of these sporadic and ever shifting attacks or to risk the lives of their unborn brothers and sisters to get in close.*\n\n`\"Kyeheh... AHAHA- AHAHAHAHAHAHA.\"` *A sinister, cruel laugh penetrates the hellscape of the emerging war... The war had begun, Edon would make sure he does not go down easily.*"
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "The eyes that TSU still had on her form before they went 'pop', they looked to shed ashs of purple and syrup-like liquid. Her Hair-flowers (They were much shorter than her usual hair-flowers she'd adorn herself and kind of looked... Ominous if one started at them for long. They had 'tails' of braided red hair, with a yellow-red flower leading it.) separated and went start for the attacks going at Gaia's body, most of them prioritizing defending the fruits. The ones that went to defend the fruits went milliseconds quick. They'd redirect the beams Edon sent out, mostly directly into the void. Some even kind of swallowed them by splitting themselves and 'strangling' the beams.\n\nThere was however, something else from the mess body that was TSU just before, a thick red-orange cloud of ash with a very small thread inside, and both were moving very, very fast at Edon's Eyes. They went into two of his random eyes in practically a few milliseconds which splinter into two more which went to do the same thing. Every time they hit an eye they'd leave a flare-like light behind."
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"author": "khepri",
"message": "Iona, having just been born, decided to get right to work. There were so many problems in the world to deal with, that she was almost paralyzed from all the choices. Should she try to create her own domain, cutting out a small section of the world that was \"Right\"? Or should she instead focus on bettering the whole of the world?\n\nHer thoughts were interrupted as she noticed the large gathering of gods nearby. She drifted closer and closer, taking in the scene. Her initial interpretation of the scene was that the chaos of the world tree had spread even here - to where she herself was born. Her disappointment for the world that she was coming to know only continued to grow.\n\nTo her surprise however, it seemed as though not all was lost. This didn't appear to be a pointless battle, fought in the name of chaos. No, from what she could tell most of the gods here were trying to set things right. To the way things should be. To bring **Order**.\n\nShe knew this because she could tell that one lone god in particular radiated wrongness. Just the sight of them was enough to make her head twitch as she took in a sharp breath.\n\nShe understood in that moment exactly what had been done. To eat a fruit from the tree, killing a good before it had been born? It was unconscionable. The idea that this... Creature could have potentially denied the world of her own great presence disturbed her greatly. It was then that she came to her decision. The fight was already starting, and she would contribute as best as she could. She would do her duty. She summoned her blade to her right hand.\n\n\"Disgusting creature... You will return to nothingness. You know this to be true. Do not prolong the inevitable\" She said simply with an eerily calm voice despite the rage that threatened to overwhelm her. Her voice seemed to echo outwards. She held her body completely still as she watched the creature spin and send it's energy haphazardly across the area.\n\nShe resisted recoiling in disgust from the display and instead formed a large golden wall of energy in front of herself and a portion of the fruits of the tree. She stared down impassively at the creature as though judging it. She didn't seem concerned as the wild energy smashed up against it. She didn't need to do all of the fighting here - she just needed to do her part."
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "Lastly, Abrielle finally turned to face the serpent after he was done with all his speeches about fate and change... To believe in such idiotic ideas, to believe that 'fate' forced him to consume, that he wanted to bring forth change via harming Gaia, and then turning around to call the gods who had came here monsters and scum, *Revolting.* It was oh so revolting to the deity, whose eyes shone with disgust and repulse, without any words, Edon knew that at least within this deity's eyes, for until he repented with his very being, his very essence, there would be no chance to make amends.\n\n**\"You babble on and on about change and fate, but is your very existence, not an ironic contradiction? To believe in fate is to believe that there would be no change, that everything has been set in stone ever since the beginning, and that ultimately the so-called change you bring is nothing more than ushering in something that has happened long ago, and will happen in the future.\"** She started off, sighing. **\"And to simply be the deity of change is to make your very essence unchanging, no matter how much your appearance or demeanour changes, that at the very essence of your being, your core of existence, you are as you were ever since, and as you will be forever. It's almost laughable how you gaslit yourself into believing your actions actually held meaning, your goals of change will never come, and will forever contradict you. Even if none else, you will act as an anchor, something to hold complete change down, something that will never let the cycle break.\"** She finally finished."
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"author": "doctorswagmd",
"message": "The tumultuous air that had been stewing among this godly squabble began to chill, a cold breeze blowing from an indeterminate direction. From this breeze came a god who had long since been asleep, perhaps waiting for when he had been needed again, perhaps waiting for his mother to call him. The now-formed god stood rigid, his flowing, satin cloak glinting ever so slightly in the light, his skinless face and hollowed eyes revealing no emotion. Haventar formed silently, as the wind does, standing before his siblings under Mother Gaia, with an ever so slight wrinkle in his presence. In his time beyond, asleep, waiting, something had changed in Haventar, a deity once estranged to the creation of life and partisan allegiances. It was clear he no longer felt such strong aversions to these concept, though how long it will last remains unclear.\n\n**\"You have given into a desperate and unruly hunger.\"** He spoke with determination and bated fury, though not above a soft-spoken rasp. **\"My rest has been long, and I have pondered my position under Gaia greatly, weighing the consequences of both action and inaction in a moment such as this. But,\"** Haventar began to sharpen his words, his voice growing greatly in volume. **\"Never had I imagined that one of our great progenitor's creations would dare to inflict their will on her, to supersede her's, to place themselves above Gaia herself.\"** Haventar breathed deeply and nasally, steadying himself.\n\nTaking notice of his other siblings, Haventar saw unfamiliar faces, though he could not have been familiar to them either. He sensed commonality and brotherhood among most, now understanding that he was not alone in his objection to this disturbed god's action. Feeling empowered, he took his first step to acting on his newly formed philosophies, Haventar raised his right hand towards Edon, and it soon was enveloped in a black flame, dancing wildly. He brought his fingers together and shifted them into a fist, the black fire shooting immediately from his hand towards Edon in a large, circular beam. The beam shot directly at its target, carefully gliding around the fruit of the world tree that had found itself in the way of the attack."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*There was no change in the crystal shard as Edon sought to blot the light and rend an intimidating gesture of eyes upon the surface of the sky. It was, after all, simply a shard of crystal. It had no face to rend expression, no hair to stand on end and no blood to rush. Rav'nixander was simple, pure crystal, and had no need to feel the fear and panic of gods derived from mortality.*\n\n\"You seek an end state that you refuse to explain. You conduct horrors upon god and mortal and Gaia in service to it. You claim that service to this Fate places you above your peers and above that which made you. All you have made is weapons in service to a horrendous vision driven by what? That the inscrutable tree from which we manifest is not *Sufficiently talkative*?\"\n\n*Rav was still participating of course, as the lasers began to dance around the inside of this arena-body, panes and curves of crystal manifested to refract the beams away from more of Gaia's fruits.*\n\n\"I cannot claim to be any more the will of Gaia than you. But I know my duty. It is to mortals and to my peers. And writ upon the essence of each god is something you have forgotten. That each god is equivalent in strength to another. So what does that say for your claims to glimpse through time?\"\n\n*No attacks, just an utter dedication to defense. Attacking would be a futile act that serves only to allow this malicious god time to fester and regrow.*\n\n\"And if such a cruel fate as yours existed. Then it would be the duty of every sapient to strive against it. I call for a ritual of binding.\""
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"author": "gonglblin",
"message": "Pureman wasted no time in taking charge of the situation. A few of the gods present (as well as a new arrival or two) went about defending the fruit from Edon's onslaught. Pureman would not be one of them. He took a risk; for once in his immortal life allowed his trust to be placed in others. This temporary mingling of many different concepts filled him with disgust, but it was necessary to protect Mother Gaia and her children. As Edon whirled in a furious, dazzling display of outward malice, the God of Purity strode ever closer, unfazed. A sliver of grey slowly moving into the eye of the eclipse. No light was cast upon him that would change his appearance, it was not possible to mark the most pure being in the universe with an outer influence. \n\nAs several beams were cast in his direction, Pureman took the broom in one hand, twirling it before swinging it with one hand. An arc of silver caught the beams in the wake of the swing, causing both the beams and the metal itself to fizzle into a roiling mass of molten sludge, only to disintegrate into curling white smoke as it landed on the branch. He picked up the pace, starting to run. Holding the broom behind him with both hands as he drew nearer to Edon. As he listened to his siblings each saying their piece on why Edon did was wrong, sinful, etcetera. Pureman grew irritated with them, shouting back at them in an irritated tone,\n\n\"You've said enough! Defend our Mother's children or keep monologuing. Pick **One** Or the **Other**! Utter buffoons. This is why I don't—\" Pureman ducked under another wave of beams coming towards him, sweeping away another cluster with his broom and sending a cloud of white smoke billowing up into Gaia's foliage. \"—ASSOCIATE, *HYARGH!*, WITH ANY OF YOU!\"\n\nPureman accelerated into a full-on sprint. A ritual of binding was a good idea, yes. But Pureman wanted to go a step further. He finally made it within striking range of Edon.\n\n\"I veto that motion,\" He called out, swinging the broom in a sweeping, upward arc at Edon, \"In favour of a ritual of— *RAGH—!*\" Pureman was struck in the shoulder by one of the beams, a searing orange mark ate away at his clothing before it turned white and fizzled into smoke. A bonus of being the god of purity. No lingering status effects.\n\nPureman pushed through the pain, exerting himself to put some more power into the broom-uppercut. Even if the strike missed it would leave several silver projections behind that would explode into brilliant white sparks, freezing away any corruption like one would freeze a wart before ripping it out at the core. \nAfter pulling his strike through, Pureman backstepped, skidding across the branch and leaving a bright silver trail of flames as his feet skidded across the wood.\n\nAs he finally slid to a halt the flaming trail leading from him to Edon whipped upwards from his feet before whipping back down. Acting similar to a rope and continuing the motion across the trail. The two lines of flime rolled like waves, growing in size until there were two giant, roaring whips of white flame lashing out at Edon. Pureman put the broom brush-side down on the branch, leaning on it to rest for a moment.\n\nHe muttered a quiet prayer to Gaia before raising his head and in a quiet voice, calling for the ultimate price for Edon's transgressions. A punishment so severe that no god would wish it upon another. A punishment the likes of which was only meant for the most depraved and vile beings, one of whom was presently in front of them. Though his voice was quiet, the statement itself was powerful enough to be heard from here to some of the closer realms below.\n\n**\"I call for a Ritual of Divine Fracture.\"**\n\nThis was not something to take lightly. Though it had not been mentioned before, it was likely that most of the gods present knew what it would entail for Edon. Though a fitting punishment, it was not something inconsequential for the others."
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "Xanthous frowned lightly, watching this turn of events with a slight cock of his head. A sudden smirk appeared on his visage as he finally realized what was happening, and through it all Gaia reigned serenely still, though he could feel the disgust from his *Mother.* In one movement, Xanthous leaped from his seated, position. He had no reason to protect the fruit of his *Mother*, the others were doing it for him. Nimbly, he avoided the beams, ducking and weaving to get close. Xanthous was a melee God, at times, he felt no need to fight using different means. Taking the words of his brother to heart, Xanthous evaded more, a smile on his face. Power was everything. Only when two being were on the same level of power, did anything else matter-\n\nHe was hit in the left arm by one of the beams, leaving a charred mark in his bicep. Normally, he would've slowed down, especially while his brother, the one with the broom, called for a ritual. Of course, even he, a newly born God, knew the seriousness for this ritual. With what seemed to be a battle cry, the God slid on the branches of his *Mother*, then preforming what would've been an impossible maneuver for any mortal. Without losing momentum, he twisted upwards, foot extended. He headed upwards, towards the face of the serpent, unsure if it would even connect, as his lower body was spewing beams. Xanthous was in a tough position, especially with his left arm radiating pain that only a deity could inflict...\n\n\"Edon, stop this foolishness.\" The God said, rocketing through the air."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "With the first onslaught unleashed, Tsu swiftly reacts as the most enraged deity in the group. Edon perceives an opportunity to manipulate her to his advantage. The lashing of her hair creates chaos on the battlefield, which he sees as advantageous. The obstacles and barriers she created hinder the other deities' attacks, while Edon has free reign to unleash barrage after barrage. The chaotic wildfire she ignites and the cloud of ash she produces pose more of an obstruction to those around than a threat to him. It's an uncalculated first strike, clouding vision and obscuring the battle. Others will need to reposition, potentially falling victim to the serpent's spectral beams and vibrant arcs.*\n\n*The small thread Tsu sends initially finds its mark, sinking into some of Edon's eyes and burning away his vision. Some of his beams begin to fade as he screams out, though no sign of pain can be discerned in his voice, only a debauched pleasure, a groan of satisfaction. He yearns to feel something, even pain. He willingly allows the thread to dance between his eyes, creating a network of bright flares that mark him as a target. Strangely, they quickly fizzle out as he absorbs the oxygen from the flares, transmuting the surrounding air into a vile concoction—a flammable gas mixed with strange elements. The tree begins to reek of burning, and the flares flicker back to life, setting off a chain explosion that he hopes will engulf unsuspecting deities. Edon manipulates the impact, altering it into a cold and icy surface to disrupt the gods' perceptions and expectations. He shoots another sinister glance before shifting attention to the newborn god floating down from a nearby area, eager to join the fray.*\n\n``\"A new sister steps upon the land, believing herself to be the one who knows the truth. But inevitability does not lie with her. I am the inevitable, sister. I am fate. I am the sealing ritual that will bind your hands and legs and unravel you across the cosmos like the insolent stillborn you should have been. I should have devoured you when I had the chance. I should have broken that wretched incubation pod and feasted upon your dying screams,\"` *The serpent cackles with unrivalled ferocity and feral wails, empowered by the truth in his words. Or so he thinks, believing that fate surpasses all other factors. However, the world brought him here for a reason, even if they do not see it.*\n\n`\"Mother would not have birthed me if she did not believe in my intentions. You deities all grew stale before me, comfortable. Now look, see the change I breathe upon our frail essence. SEE THE HATRED IN YOUR EYES. THE DESIRE TO MAIM, TO KILL. YOU ARE AS BLOODTHIRSTY AS ME. Mother will... She will see this, she will smile upon you,\"` *The deity begins to sniffle and sob, contorting quickly once more into an uproar of groans and putrid gargles as he hacks up and spits out the remains of the unborn deity back onto the floor. The barely developed creature, the untaken form... A sight so nightmarish it may have been outright mind-breaking for some. To see what was left of his efforts.*\n\n`\"Then she will abandon you... JUST LIKE SHE LEFT THIS ONE TO DIE. Kyeheh... AHAHAHAHHAHA~\"` *Even through this speech of absurdity and almost prophetic failed wisdom, he still sounds calm. With his voice raised and booming, there is still satisfaction. His laugh still holds onto a form of sanity. He is becoming like the gods around him, changing to fit the situation. To represent everything, he hates about them. No clear intent to his final goal or what he hopes to gain from these creatures that battled so desperately to keep him from giving their mother what she truly deserved.*\n`\"Scream for me, deities, enrapture me in your anger. Show your mother how much of a monster you truly are.\"`\n\n*As the explosion from his counter ripples outwards, coating the battlefield in a thick cloud of smog, a distinct sizzling sound emerges as the cold wave and Abrielle's heated blast converge upon each other. Steam rises into the air before Edon's howling pain fills the air once more. The cruel heat bubbles and blisters his scales, causing the form he had taken to fall apart. It becomes harder and harder to maintain, transforming into mismatched parts of anatomy copied from the gods around him. It is a hybrid abomination, insulting the more lawful gods and declaring true war. Edon sullies their names and forms with his deviations and mutations, all the while cackling with agony. The serpent retaliates amidst the mess of attacks and the already obscured minefield of battle. Portals open all around Abrielle, rippling with necrotic black energy, while cold flames burn brightly around the rim. Peering into these nightmarish visions, thousands upon thousands of dormant chains suddenly bolt out and head towards the portal. It is an incomprehensible amount of firepower, an unreal level of power for a god.*\n\n*Yet it is all for naught. Edon has created a demi-plane in this moment, using it to create fake displays of power and attacks that crush the resolve of his foes. The moment the swarm of chains reaches the point where they should break through the portal, they fizzle out and drop. The real threat of this counter comes from the floor, where a small glyph forms and fires a smaller but still deadly quantity of divine chains to seal and contain the goddess. They move in Edon's usual pattern, with no clear choreography or predictable movements, wrapping around each other and coiling like serpents. They all head towards her, motivated by her speech, as Edon beckons out across the sounds of destruction.*\n\n`\"Silence. You know not what you say,\"` *He blandly responds, lacking an actual counterargument. In this particular statement, he lets his actions speak instead of words. Abrielle raises a valid point; one he will have to try his hardest not to think about for the rest of this encounter. His inner monologue runs rampant, with thoughts and opinions shifting and changing, eclipsing his own mind. He will blot out any form of sensitivity. There is no time for diplomacy or understanding—this is war. Just in time, the god stops his spin to sense the oncoming attack from Haventar, a newly arrived god in the scenario.*\n\n*The gods keep coming. Is he truly hopeless?*\n\n*His frilled tail vibrates and judders, its soft flesh hardening into a reflective substance resembling glass. The gods may catch their own warped and mutated perceptions of the fate serpent in this window. None of it is pretty; each one appears decayed and withered, missing limbs and body parts. Edon sees them all as incomplete, half-baked creatures. The incoming beam is met by his tail, splitting into multiple tints and shades that make up the attack. Each individual component is stripped to its bare bones before being launched back at the god as a prismatic blast. The split bolts curl and coil around each other, sowing further confusion. The globe stops before reaching the target and unravels into a small pyramid, firing a wave from each of its bases. It creates a constant divider and a new moving hazard on the battlefield. It becomes incredibly hard to see between Tsu's beams, the smog, and flames from Edon and Abrielle's clash, as well as the constant array of beams being fired from the pyramid. It becomes outright nonsensical. It is only a matter of time before the gods harm each other and create an opening for him to strike.*\n\n`\"Our Mother has total influence over what she creates. She created me this way. You are the superseders, going against what nature intended when I split from my divine fruit. Go back to rest, wretch,\"` *Edon's form bounces and springs out of the flames finally, landing with a small bounce as he uses his tail to hop just above the ground, preventing too much environmental damage should anything spread across the floor. His form is still coming undone, expending so much divine energy just to stay on an even footing for a split second. There is a clear indication that he cannot fight at this strength for another round, but he will make the most of the driving hate he feels. His demi-plane and manipulation of others are the keys to surviving. He no longer expects to win. Fate has told him this from the moment more deities showed up, from the moment a god of order was born from their fighting. Gaia is against him. He needs somebody else, another deity to show up, something else.*\n\n`\"Children of Gaia, those left to be abandoned, rear your heads, rally to me. Answer this call for our revenge against her insolence. If you are out there, I implore you, answer this call,\"` *The fate god preaches these words as far as he can. His voice booms with enough energy to drown out the noise from all the attacks for a second. After his speech finishes, an eerie silence falls, as if the air and noise take a moment to catch up with themselves.*\n\n*The light continues to be blotted out in his depraved power. From the large billowing black energy that covers the light source, patterns and sigils begin to form. Edon is preparing something big, though it will take time to be launched. He simply needs to keep himself stable. Each sigil has a small version of a respective deity engraved upon it, specialized runes and sequences meant to cause struggle for every god.*\n\n*His thoughts are interrupted by the small crystal shard that had been oh so boring to the fate god thus far. The words it speaks do nothing but increase Edon's anger and motivation to win, and this is no exception. His body begins to repair itself faster, rebuilding from the burns and gashes as if he wishes to prove a point to the crystal, to show that he is more than just an equal. An equal wouldn't attempt to fight this many gods. He may be equal on a purely power level, but there is an ambition and feral drive within him that surpasses the deities around him. He is driven by instinct, mindless carnage replaced by change, turning mindless attacks into something smarter and more calculated, albeit randomly calculated.*\n\n`\"She ignores me, shuns me... She is no parent. She is a siren, a cruel mistress that lures us in with the promises of power, then leaves us to wilt when we act upon it. I have not forgotten my place; I simply refuse to conform.\"` *Edon's eyes continue to peer upon the defence created by the deities—the walls and barricades. They are all working to protect the fruits that will allow him just a bit more time to hopefully launch an attack that could wound or maim some of the deities enough to make this a fight he could potentially turn in his favour. He hopes his call for a higher power will be answered, that another deity may appear to lend him aid, even if they are not friends or do not completely agree. The joint capabilities should be more than enough to dispose of what remains of such feeble-minded children.*\n\n`\"You cannot march against fate; it is the endless tide, the call to ascension. Only I can change it, for I am change. What are you but a pawn in the great scheme? I do not wish to rule, I do not wish for control. I wish to see this path wind out until there are no more bricks to lay. If that includes the total subjugation and erasure of fellow deities to achieve it, I will do so, just as you would do everything needed to ensure your domain and dominion are held.\"` *Edon is now constantly shifting his mass, in a constant state of avoidance, transmuting and contorting his body into unorthodox shapes and patterns to remain forever moving and able to deal with whatever strange projectiles or attacks are launched towards him. No longer a serpent, no longer a defined form, he is just an ever-shifting, undulating mass of divine energy, pulsing and squirming like a broken heart.*\n\n*The shifting proves useful as the anti-corrupter rushes and the whips and broom raise up, only to flail back downwards upon Edon's distorted mass. Though they do not go unnoticed, the burning divine energy clashing with his movements creates a sense of friction, and Edon's howls continue to fill the surroundings as it tears away at some of his being and divinity. The group is fighting well, but this isn't teamwork. They are still obscuring the battlefield, which works to his advantage at least in that aspect. Their serpentine head lashes out from the shroud of mutation towards Pureman, attempting to grapple and bite down on his shoulder, while the rest of his body stretches out and warps, contorting to fit around the god like a constrictor snake. He tries to grapple the deity, forcing incoming attacks upon their friend. Beyond the chainmail and strange triangles, even in their purest appearances, he sees a fragment of what could be—change, manipulation, the power he could possess if he were able to get into one's head.*\n\n*While mind control is far beyond a god's capabilities, planting intrusive seeds of misdirection and doubt is feasible, although resistible. If the two were to engage in physical combat, Edon would expend some of his power to try and warp the god's perception of the situation, causing a vision of the tree burning, the goddess of Ashes, TSU. Basking in the burning remains of their mother. He attempts to deceive and manipulate this god's determination, creating a twisted scene, trying to worm himself into the mind of another to present himself as the good guy.*\n\n`\"Do you see it, brother? Do you see her fate? Do you see what must be done? For I have. Now I must share it with you...\"` *Edon's voice is a low rumbling growl, echoing the voices of every other deity present. He mixes and matches words and accents, creating a jester's imitation of their collective voices. The speech becomes slurred and garbled, each god's own words and pronunciations forced and twisted upon them, a game of mental gymnastics.\n\nHe continues strong, but from the gods in the distance, they can see that he is rapidly shrinking in divine mass, his body decaying and giving out. The scales start to rot, the light in his eyes dimming. The forced power here is consuming him, and it's only a matter of time until, like a star, he burns out and fizzles. Attempting to perform the ritual while he still fights is suicide, and his words reflect this as they become harsh and booming once more.*\n\n NO, YOU WILL NOT BANISH MY DIVINITY.\"\n\n*A drawn-out pause... A moment to breathe, a single breath exhaled before the onslaught against him continues. His words and actions will soon come together. He just has to hold out a little longer, but his thoughts are being torn asunder. He loses his calm and collects mannerisms, his voice becoming guttural and low, filled with a sense of feral inspiration. Even the deity of hunting cannot match the lack of composure exuded by the fate weaver.*\n\n# No, you can't.\"\n\n \"You can't, brother...\"\n\n*His voice is riddled with fear—a ritual, a punishment far worse than death. To strip him of everything but leave him alive in this world, still suffering, with nothing he can do about it. That fate makes the serpent's skin crawl with misery greater than even Melancholia could have hexed upon him. More growls and hisses. The sigils on the blotted-out sky begin to glow harsher, matching the deities' colours and appearances. It's getting close to his attack. Now may be the time for panic.*\n\n*Xanthous makes a quick attempt to interrupt the god before he managed to unleash his volley, the incoming kick would connect with the swirling mass. Edon screeching as he feels the full wrath of a divine being up close and personal once more. A large serpent maw extends outwards from Edons current form and attempts to clamp down upon the foot. Hoping to hold Xanthous in place whilst he also tussled with Pureman in an attempt to break his mind.*\n\n`\"If I stop now, you will hurt me. I cannot allow that; my fate determines I must keep going. Now stay still and DIE\"` *The jaw contorts and shifts into a rotating blade of teeth and knives, a makeshift chainsaw that attempts to saw into the god's leg. Edon was not pulling punches in the slightest. The glyph that represented the self-proclaimed king of gods seems to vanish, as though he had put the effort reserved for a future attack into dealing with this incoming assault.*\n\n*The sigils grow in intensity once more, their shapes starting to resemble the deities. The initial bloom of individually launched attacks hovers in front of the glyphs. Edon has been studying them all along, understanding how they work so he can change them, using their own formations and strikes against them. He turns defensive manoeuvres into offensive strikes, twisting their tactics to represent the opposite intentions. Fire turns to ice, purity turns to impurity, and order turns to chaos.*\n\n*The time is nigh for Edon to strike with everything he has, utilizing every ounce of accumulated power. He is already tearing himself apart to concentrate on such a display. While still attempting to grapple Pureman, his eyes burn brightly as the sigils finally shatter with the sound of broken glass, and chaos descends upon the tree. Pillars of blue flames erupt from the ground and branches, reminiscent of Abrielle's heatwave. The fire is cold to the touch, icing over the terrain and creating a thin layer of shifting icicles and spikes that vibrate and attempt to rip into any gods on the floor.*\n\n*Threads run rampant from the glyph depicting TSU, hundreds of ever-splitting needles-thin points arcing towards the gods in an attempt to skewer their vision. They aim for the eyes, just as she had done to him. This is payback, personal payback. It's individualized wrath that Edon hopes will crush his foes. It has to work; there is no chance for a do-over. If this attack fails, he will have to play carefully and safely with little chance for retaliation.*\n\n*More attacks follow as the swarm continues. The golden wall of Iona is replicated and fired upon her to shatter her resolve. It screams and groans as if it were living flesh, with tendrils and decaying hands reaching out to grab the newborn deity. Each one glows with a necrotic taint that signifies Edon's refusal to see her order through. The wall should shatter as it grows closer, becoming shrapnel that seeks every god. Rav'nixander is strangely omitted from this replication, as Edon purposefully ignores his movements and defence, choosing not to weaponize it.*\n\n*Puremans glyph is breaking and falling apart. The fate god stands before him, rapidly evolving and adapting into a new form. This time, it's not just one head but many—a hideous amalgamation of every god there, a screaming mass of their own forms held together by crackling orange energy. It's the impure representation of each and every god, their fall from grace, their corrupted and decaying forms. Each one screams in dying agony, every voice a tormented soul, every cry a plea for help. Yet, even in the midst of such filth, Edon refrains from striking the deity before him and instead leaves his mind to decay under his influence.*\n\n*The battlefield erupts into chaos, with each attack flying out simultaneously. The effects create a torrent of endless chaos—flashing strobes, screams, and sounds of despair. But the loudest scream of all is Edon's. He is tearing himself apart just to scrape by his vision blurred and seeing nothing but red in his rage and disgust.*\n\n`\"You are leeches. Filthy leeches... Don't you understand? Do you not feel what I feel? The thrashing in your mind, the clawing urge to end it, to rip yourself apart limb from limb, to feel the pain of a thousand cycles all at once. Well, now... You will witness my masterpiece. Witness it well, for I will not give you another performance like this again.\"`\n\n*One final attack follows the display of a technicolour nightmare. A large sweeping beam fires from his tail, pulsating with a bright orange searing heat. A fully charged attack, the main one. The rest... They were something to worry about but not truly more than a scratch. This was the one he wanted them to feel. It was heading straight towards the fruits. Every. Fruit. The beam would vanish as a portal opens and redirects it another area, then again. And again... It was hard to keep track of where it was truly going until like a cluster it splits upon the twelfth or so teleport. Now seeking its mark. To inflict so much pain upon Gaia that the ensuing screams of their mother would drop them to their knees... He just hoped the distraction of everything else were enough to make it work.*\n\n`\"I'm sorry, Melancholia. I'm so sorry it has to be this way.\"` *A low whisper, potentially caught by the more observant deities. It would be exceedingly difficult to make it out during the explosions but there was always a chance.*\n\n*Edon weakly flops onto Pureman. Hoping that his influence is enough to prevent this from going badly. There is a clear shrivelling pain in the deity. He had overexerted himself so much in such a short amount of time. The abominable body wrinkles and shrinks as though he cannot sustain even himself at the moment. A dark viscous fluid spews from his many mouth... This was bad for him. But if he was lucky, if he was just that TINY bit lucky. The other gods would fall in pain too...*"
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"author": "almosthysteric",
"message": "Abrielle knew not whether to respond to the attacks crawling their way towards her or to the large beam. Floating off the ground and manifesting multiple eyes on her form, ignoring the pain she focused on the last one charging up, watching the beam split and split and, she believed in her fellow gods to focus their firepower upon Edon, splitting her own form into multiple fragments, an almost countless amount, each their own, small fragment of glowing energy zipped around.\n\nEach moving, engulfing every fruit and bit of Gaia she could to lessen the pain, absorbing as many of the beams, even if not all of them, with her own energy, out of both love for her mother, and trust that this lessens the load on the rest of the gods and allow them to banish the serpent.. If you could call it that anymore.. As the beams clashed against her own divine energy both faded into obscurity, too much of her was destroyed in this attempt though- too much to upkeep any lasting fragments, as those that weren't affected simply disappeared, imploding in a very short display of a green flash, from an outside perspective, Gaia probably looked like a Christmas tree."
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "Xanthous saw it.\n\nDespair. Panic.\n\nIt was Chaos.\n\nAnd it needed Order.\n\nAs one of the more level-headed Gods, he roared, partially in pain and in anger. **\"NO! IT WILL NOT END THIS WAY!\"** A scream such as this pierced through the ears of every God, and even to the realms below. The dust and ash was dissipated, at least, temporarily. With a smoldering look, Xanthous flicked his hands, and small, condensed black dots of water appeared all over Gaia, all over the battlefield. \"You fools, do you not see what he's doing?!\" This would call the attention of most, showcasing Xanthous in a crown of brilliant white, foot being sawed by a nightmarish God. Xanthous clapped his hands together, and these specks would immediately dart every which way, expanding in size and avoiding the Gods, countering the flames of ice and such, as each of the pieces of black water were extremely hot.\n\nMeanwhile, Xanthous made a roaring white flame explode from the under of his foot- the initial blast was the strongest, followed by a continuous spitting of flame, much like a flamethrower. This was an attempt to get Edon off him. \"We must work together. TSU, Broom God, with me. We attack Edon.\" Xanthous said, looking at TSU and acknowledging Pureman. \"Newborn,\" He said, referring to Iona. \"Defend the fruits. Every other god, I advise you to do the same.\" He nodded towards Abrielle. \"The one who dumbfounded Edon is already doing this. I recommend that if you fight with me, be mindful of your other Gods. This is not time to scream, this is time to fight. And we must fight well, we must fight together. Otherwise, if you damage your fellow Gods as we fight...\"\n\nXanthous looked at each of the Gods in turn. He had finally come to a realization. \"I will be alternating between fighting and defense. Do not question me, just move, move, *MOVE!*\" Xanthous, the self-proclaimed King of the Gods, sent another large burst of white flame towards his foot. He would kill Edon, he'd make sure of it. Xanthous, as well, was in no way pulling his punches. Whether the last 'move' was directed towards the Gods or Edon, one could not tell. Safe to assume it was for both. It was high time for this fight to end."
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"author": "khepri",
"message": "\"...You're so blinded with madness that you can't even see that which you are. What else could it be, other than fate, for me to have been born? For me to have avoided your maw? It is only natural that our mother would call for me - a goddess of Order and Control, to clean up this madness. I will not feast upon your dying screams as we rip you apart by your divinity, but I will remember them, brother. I will do that much for you\" Iona responded in her usual calm tone as though explaining something simple to an unruly child.\n\nWith so many gods intervening into the fight, she couldn't help but feel a little agitated. She had thought before to charge in with her blade to cut the monster into two, but she saw now that she was correct in holding back. Getting close would be a death sentence. She almost didn't notice Edon's initial attack as a wave of heat washed up against her golden barrier, weakening it. Just because she couldn't get close didn't mean that she would sit and do nothing, however.\n\nAs she watched the wall of flesh coming right for her she realized what was happening. Edon was burning through his own divinity at an incredible rate to put up any semblance of resistance against the array of gods before him. If that was the case...\n\nShe held a hand out, strengthening the barrier before her as she decided to tear into her own reserves at an expedited rate. What was important here was making sure that justice was serve and the monster taken care of. If she died making sure that it happened... So be it. The wall swelled in size and shot forward, more like a golden wave of energy than the wall it had been before as it crashed into the grotesque wall of flesh.\n\nThe wall exploded on impact, sending shrapnel flying everywhere. Iona stood unflinching even as she felt the necrotic energy filling the limbs and tendrils that still clung to her, attempting to tear into her body. She paid them no mind for now. There was something much more important to take care of. She flipped a mental switch in her mind, letting the rage that she had been **Controlling** For this entire time come to the forefront.\n\n\"This... This is why I was born! I'll make sure you are chained like the animal you are, and brought to justice!\" She suddenly screamed out, her mood shifting in just a moment as she gave in to pure rage as her voice echoed across the upper branches. The air started to shimmer around her, and moments later dozens of golden chains shot out from the ripples in the air. Each rocketed towards Edon, attempting to bind him in place and prevent his divinity from completely burning out. Even if all that was left were scraps, she intended to hold it in place.\n\nHer eyes flickered to Edon's last, greatest attack, for just a moment before pressing on. It was nothing but a distraction. It was too late to change course now for her."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*There was still no attacks from Rav'nixander; The crystal refused to anything but defend the fruits through crystalline constructs, because in doing so was the greatest refutation of Edon's claims of changing the nature of gods into bloodthirst. Seeing an attempt to illusion a mockery of itself in the amalgam was ineffective, both because Rav is a crystal and thus didn't care about intimidation and also because Rav is a crystal and lacked a face to put on that construct. As the sweeping beam begins, Rav moves quickly to reinforce the barricades formed by Abrielle using crystalline essence.*\n\n\"I accept that my proposed ritual of binding has no further votes. Therefore I second the proposed ritual of sundering.\"\n\n*A link in the weave...*\n\n\"Be forewarned. Should this ritual commence. I suspect Edon will attempt to add a twist. Please harden your forms before we commence. To prevent embedding.\""
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"author": "doctorswagmd",
"message": "Haventar stood silently amidst the unrelenting mayhem around him, watching the scene unfold with a keen fascination. Hearing the many different speeches and retorts and counterarguments and assertions was like radio static, he only saw the movement, the dancing lights of divine power and the recoiling of the twisted serpent god. And then Haventar took notice of what Edon had done, the beams of attack jetting through portals and around barriers in desperate attempts to harm unborn gods. The exceedingly calm Haventar stood silent still, but his anger bubble and boil beneath the surface. Not only once had this plague of Gaia decided his desires encompassed the unborn, but he now intended to do it again. Haventar had reached his limit, a harsh wind blowing outwardly from his person and swirling in a violent manner.\n\n**\"BETRAYER OF YOUR FLESH!\"** Haventar's angered and choked voice called out through the cacophony. **\"You are no child of Gaia, you diseased and rotted beast!\"** He raised both hands and faced them outwards, not to Edon, but to the fruits of the World Tree. He flicked his hands to the sides in rapid succession, forming walls made of the same black fire as his attack had been. To the touch, this black fire was solid, though it danced and glided ferociously, to give the impression of danger. The walls went for hundreds of feet long, lacing swiftly through each branch that held a fruit and between the narrow passageways that cunning beams would path find through. Haventar had never exerted such a force before, until now he had not truly expressed his divinity all that much. Haventar began to feel a tinge of fatigue, though it was not yet an annoyance or a threat to his constitution.\n\nEven with how quickly Haventar acted, he could not defend all the fruits on their branches. Beams closer to fruits than he was reached them and destroyed them outright, a sudden jolt of sickness washing over Haventar each time one was lost. Despite this nauseous and sickened feeling, he persisted and continued to channel his strength into the defenses he had summoned, blocking the beams for as long as they could withstand an interruption in their path. When these attacks did eventually falter and crash into the walls of black flame, they weakened the area of wall they collided with, causing the saturation of the fire to diminish and fade slightly. In the short term, the barricades could reasonably stand up to the barrage of attacks, but should they persist for a long time they would surely fall and cause the entire structure to crumble."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "Another form of TSU arrived to the scene, though appearing first as a small hair-flower, it's hair portion longer though than the others. Soon to this arrival however she came to with a different form to which also accompanied her was SAGE too in a new form. \n\nTSU's new form had numerous hands grasping her face. It looked something like her form before she went crazy here. This form didn't have legs nor a complete torso.\n\nSAGE's new form was much similar to her usual one but had wings and a long apron adorn her.\n\nTSU didn't speak for this one alike the one here before these forms arrivals weren't of good consciousness. She did however seem to agree with Xanthous's plan as she nodded towards him. TSU went forth to Edon with balls of flaming goo, throwing these balls towards him or rather teleportation them straight onto him. They then exploded with much force as if hitting him with asteroids. \n\nHowever SAGE did look distantly to a far away figure, a main self of TSU distantly orchestrating the others on their acts. She was still herself, not torn like the one who appeared here first. \n\nOne of Edon's eye's should have spotted her by now, maybe even some of the others. \n\nThis main self though began to approach the area, her features more visible now. She took a form similar to her original form, though her dress coated red and purple in some places. Her bandages torn and flesh seemingly torn as well. She seemed to approach Rav in particular. \"One may-not bare longer as to such sights... Another shall shatter and be flattered... Binds may not be sufficient yes, one shall aid in this drearily for it needs action,\" She said almost to everyone yet no one. Her voice seemed much difference from her usual form's voices. It was almost... Uncanny.\n\nSAGE went near Iona and reinforced the scattered area with small pebbles of something... These obstacles being sharp and small almost razor like.\n\nShould a beam hit one it'd get split like an arrow. \n\nSAGE also brandished her arm to be a wooden staff, though she didn't use it yet."
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"author": "gonglblin",
"message": "Edon's body made no effort to hide its intent. It warped, contorted and slithered across space in order to completely envelop Pureman's body. The serpent's false head bit down onto Pureman's shoulder, fangs piercing through the pale grey flesh and forming luminous green veins as whatever vile toxins were contained within were injected into the God of Purity's body, only to be immediately counteracted by his divine biology. The fangs would glow bright white before shattering into countless pieces. A fate that Edon would soon share. Just as Pureman was about to counter with an attack of his own, it happened. The Serpent of Change shared with him a vision. A skewed, perverse reality where after this fight, TSU would go on to burn down the World Tree. Countless voices stitched and melted together in an infinite, concomitant loop within his own head.\n\nIt was poison. Poison to his mind. The mixture of two elements was against everything he stood for. So as the God of Conceptual Purity, this poison must be separated. Yet, it could not be. *'Why?'* He asked himself, *'Why can it not be separated?'*.\nBut he knew. He knew why. He just neglected to state it. It was obvious. He and the slug, much as he hated to admit it, were alike. Not in the sense that they had similar goals, or any kind of similarity in form or ideology. No. What they had in common, Pureman would keep to himself for eternity, lest the shame consume him entirely.\n\nThe visions came to an end. Pureman looked upon Edon's form with an unnameable emotion. Not quite pity, not quite hatred, not quite envy, not quite joy.\nThe malformed god toppled towards him; a tree that had been felled. Pureman knew what he had to do. He would end it here. The God of Purity need only impale the beast upon his pearlescent broom and the ritual could be completed. He should merely swing the weapon now, cleaving the slug in twain. He would end it in a myriad of ways to avenge his mother. He would stop this beast here and now.\n\nPureman alone would be responsible for halting Edon's rampage. He would get the recognition from the impure, he would gain notoriety.\n\nYet as the serpent fell...\n\n**Pureman did not swing.**\n**Pureman did not stab.**\n**Pureman dropped his broom...**\n God of Purity caught the serpent in his arms and spoke a single phrase.\n\n``\"I know.\"``"
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "There was blue. A million particles of blue. Blue. Blue. Blue.\n Then, there was melancholia. It snaked through the air, licking the fingers and ears and limbs of every single deity who had joined this awful calamity. The air itself began to turn foggy. As spikes of indigo and teal and violet sifted between branches, the soft smell of rain accompanied a tall, slender form that was beginning to materialize amidst the unclear atmosphere. The whole world turned silent, and even the quiet sounds of rapid breathing went mute for just a moment. It was hard to inhale in such heavy air.\n The goddess of sadness was slow. Her eyes bore an innocent glare to them, unknowing of what had gone down and why everybody was fighting. A cold sense of pain that had previously filled her body turned her inside out, and suddenly, it filled the air. Just like the blueness. What was this feeling? It was only worsening. Observing as much as she could see through this icy smoke, her heart sunk lower and lower. \n Those two words that she heard. They were two words that she had told Edon only.. Only hours before..\n Edon.. Was he dead?\n More blue.\n She was completely soundless, her feet hesitantly bringing her body to the middle of the storm: the eye. Wherever she stepped, a thick curtain of azure sheltered the tree from all the burns and ash. The only thing that was visible through the sheen was her eyes, which seemed to absorb all light as though they were two black holes.\n\nAll the pain... All of the suffering that Melancholia was eternally going through had been put on pause, shoved outside to all of those around her. Her gaze settled on the small, withered serpent in the god's arm. In the heart of the stillness, the goddess cried out. It was a blood curdling sound, completely awful, bringing sorrow and grief and depression to all those upon the upper branches, and even to those who were near them. She began breathing heavily, inhaling and exhaling as if it was something that she struggled to do. Her stomach dropped.\n No, no... NO. What had happened? What was this? It was too soon.\n The blue smog thickened, now fully encapsulating Edon and the god who held him. If her sunken soul could've been battered even more than it already was, it would shatter into a hundred pieces.\n Melancholia realized where this dreadful pain was coming from.\n\n Herself.\n\n But she didn't appear disturbed by this realization. Instead, a disgusting smile began to spread across the goddess's face, and her winged arms stretched. Maybe this was what she wanted: everybody to feel pain... Grief... Suffering.. Sadness. She shivered with frozen delight, coming close enough to touch the fate god's serpentine face. There was no more isolation, no more feeling different. Now, the agony was everywhere.\n And the goddess sickly enjoyed it.\n \"Thank you, brother,\" She whispered. With pure white hands, Melancholia reached into his mind. Those indigo tendrils that had started this were present once more, slithering through Edon's brain and making themselves comfortable in the back of his ill headspace.\n \"It's okay..\" She murmured. Whatever was happening around her, she didn't care to understand it anymore. \"Sulk in it... This pain.. This fate. This is not the end... No..\"\n A bright, bloody blue tear fell from her face and onto the lively ground. It turned lifeless as the droplet landed.\n\n\"It's okay.\"\n Perhaps if she said it enough, it would become true. But even Melancholia knew it was a lie. This was over. No, it couldn't be. No, no, no. No.\n She felt herself almost disassociate from the chaos, her depressing spirit nearly drifting away from her ghostly body. But she stayed together.\n The power she had gained from everyone's sadness was vast, but her mental strength wasn't as.. Helped. She was going to use the last of it on a choice that would reveal a few more colors beyond her deep blue...\n \n Abandon Edon now that he had already done the dirty work for her, or stay with him and allow him to join her if he survived?\n\n The sound of the goddess's laughter was uncanny, unnatural. It didn't belong on this world. It didn't belong anywhere. It was unwelcome, unwanted by everyone who was unfortunate enough to hear it.\n \"Thank you, my friends... For the show.\""
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "`\"MOTHER LEFT US TO ROT.\"` *Edon screeches with enough force to pierce the realm, a howl of agony laced with a sense of betrayal. He truly believes Gaia has wronged him in this situation, overwhelmed by sadness and disgust for life. He questions whether it is his own fault or if someone else has meddled with his mind, forcing his hands to be bloodied. Remorse is evident on his face as he takes a moment to recover before the gods descend upon him once more, attempting to destroy him. The serpent has returned to his normal form, unable to sustain the rapid shifting and constant distortions. His energy is dwindling by the second, but there is still one God untouched by his mental abilities in close proximity, offering a chance to do something.*\n\n*Though as he fell... He felt the arms of another, a redeeming quality. The deity that had caught him... Pureman, Edon would stare directly towards Xanthous as he felt the gods catch. Defilement, the so-called king of gods couldn't even prevent a fellow god from siding with the serpent. It begged the question, was he terribly wrong. Would fate march on to erase every other being here? The way he was holding the line, the damage was inflicting upon so many deities... The insanity of the situation may begin to plant doubt that Edon speaks the truth. That would be the end of the line for most, should it come to fruition. Landing in the gods arms and hearing his speech, Edon speaks out softly with a low raspy whisper to the god.*\n\n`\"I will be back to defend you. For together, we may right the wrongs of this grim domain. You only need to give me the time.\"` *The serpents head fully snaps and twists to face Abrielle in her fleeting moments, ready to put the nail in the coffin for the childish goddess that was sacrificing so much of herself just to try and stop his onslaught.*\n\n`\"This little serpent's actions speak louder than his words. Dear sister, you are missing yourself. I hope you don't mind the newfound scars. You look better with them.\"` *He smiles at her wounded, fading body with a drooling mouth, feeling the hunger creeping into his mind. The urge to rush at her is overwhelming, and he abandons his fatigue for a moment, allowing the hate and adrenaline of conflict to flow. They want order, he wants slaughter.*\n\n*Springing beyond the gods, Xanthous finds his blast of fire scraping the back of the snake's scales, tearing a sizable chunk of him apart as the god lunges forward without concern for the consequences. Edon is furious with Abrielle and her words, but there is something else for the king of gods to worry about. With his sudden lunge, the bladed teeth begin to pull and retract, potentially ripping the deity's leg off entirely with tremendous force. Edon's mind is obsessed with killing the already wounded goddess. If Xanthous is wounded by his primal urges, so be it.*\n\n*As Edon moves out of Xanthous' range, he attempts to imbue a subtle mind trick on the god, making it more difficult for further speeches and calls of heroism. The mental illusion is weaker than the one placed on Pureman, contorting what Xanthous sees from order to chaos. If successful, each god will appear significantly more feral, as though they are losing the battle and succumbing to Edon's change. It is an ego-shattering development that isn't true, but Edon hopes it will buy a little time or distract the god enough to allow a less thought-out reaction to his extended secondary jaw ripping away at the divine flesh.*\n\n`\"Allow me to show my actions once again,\"` *He says weakly, running out of breath and stamina. He continues to rush at Abrielle with his sundered body and fractured mind, jaws fully extending to reveal millions of sharp teeth drooling with a strange fluid resembling venom or toxin. He opens wide and pounces at the wounded goddess, hoping to score the killing blow or devour her entirely. One outcome is preferred, the one that will shatter the mental resolve of the other gods, witnessing their sister being consumed whole, even if it is not true. The illusions surrounding him are discernible through the weak lack of divine presence, and the gods' beams shatter them like bugs on a window.*\n\n UNDER MY ALL-KNOWING... Sister?\"\n\n*He realises as he gets closer that she is truly gone, faded away entirely into irrelevance. He had charged at nothing more than her dying breaths, he had actually beaten one... That. That motivated him to keep going, his attention would turn towards the newly born deity that seemed to of lost their temper. Lost control... Whether she was holding it back intentionally, it had still come out. She was already failing her purpose in his mind and the satisfaction it brought was divine.*\n\n`\"Order... I will show both of you order. The grand order of fate, the cosmic intervention that binds me to this plane and will keep me here against your strongest wishes. You will not seal me... You cannot.\"`\n\n*His ongoing momentum seems to reverse in an instant as it changes and he launches himself up and into the spiral of chains she is creating, coiling through them. Allowing them to intertwine with his scales and sink into the gaps. He tenses and closes the scales, crushing the chains but not without sending horrific shrapnel into his internals. More screams of agony, the movements becoming less and less planned and more desperate. He extends towards Iona and keeps his maw open. Attempting to bite the entire lower half of her form clean off. Meanwhile his tail flings a barrage of glass lower down at the remaining deities beneath him to try preventing any backstabs.*\n\n*This attack was more bark than bite, at least the glass was. It was a distraction attempt. He didn't have the remaining strength to channel into multiple attacks at the same time. He could no longer multi-task. Even his speech was defeated. Showing no sign of dominance or control over the situation. He was riding the high of killing a god...*\n\n`\"You were born out of fear. Your entire existence is meaningless beyond me, so you better hope I make it out of here alive dear sister. Or Gaia will recluse you back into her roots.\"`\n\n*A soft tone... Inverting the rage, soothing himself. Calming down, only to spite those around him. To change the situation, every other god was now enraged and felt the fury of this fight. Whilst he drifted on the winds of fate, gliding joyfully... Even the sadness was reclined from his voice. He was filled with a sense of peace.*\n\n`\"This is... Nice.\"`\n\n*The god turns to Pureman once more, ready to continue on with his plans. The snake allows himself to fall. Parts of his scales and body falling off, splitting into essence that would soon crumble into nothing. Shrinking increasingly, barely able to sustain a size bigger than a scarf now. The usual ratio of orange – black had been inverted, he was nothing more than a thin orange outline. The entire rest of him consumed by black. Eclipsed... His eyes showed no hate, only a moment of tranquillity. Revelling in the anger of the others was only calming him. To be change was to defy the very construct of logic and he was showing that by subverting expectations.*\n\n*Falling... Further and further.*\n\n*The strange flaming balls collide with Edon, further splitting his body apart. He no longer attempts to block them, whether due to lack of energy or a different plan. He closes his eyes and reflects upon the sensation, his life flashing before his eyes for a brief second. It's a sign that his time is up for this engagement and that he must act soon if he wants to make a change.*\n\n*The tiny snake weaves through the chaos of his siblings, free-falling from his attempt against Iona and gently landing on Pureman's shoulder. He coils around the deity like a scarf, combining their forms. Edon aims to act as a sentry for the god, defending him so that he may carry out divine retribution on those he deems impure. The one who suggested the ritual is now against it, and Edon's hope grows. He takes long, harsh breaths, still recovering from the energy he expended in the last attack.*\n\n*He watches everything unfold—the walls forming to protect the fruits. His eyes no longer filled with malice but with understanding. He comprehends the situation, piece by piece, remaining calm amidst the chaos. It seems nonsensical for him to be relaxed now, considering he is going to die. Right? He had expected death, though the suspicion of it coming this day was long gone.*\n\n`\"I am a child of Gaia, just like you. You are my brother, and we are bound by her, shaped by fate. Even if I wish for a different parent,\"` *Edon calmly responds to Haventar. His voice barely audible over the destruction, intended to insult the god's anger with his own calmness. The eerie contrast of Edon's ability to simmer himself at a moment's notice after such a violent outburst leaves even the gods of order struggling to maintain themselves. What hope do they truly have against this beast?*\n\n*One by one, the beams are dispatched, Tsu's rocks, Haventar's walls, and Abrielle's sacrifice. The destruction is quelled, and most of the fruits are saved, although some remain damaged. Finally, after observing the outcome, Edon speaks to Pureman, now gently resting against him. He hopes they can find enough common ground to make this work. If his newly warped brother were to betray him, it would be heartbreaking.*\n\n`\"I will remain here, brother. By your side, a part of you. I will be your guardian while you carry out your cleansing. You must take them out. You must stop this madness,\"` *Edon says softly, followed by more visions. The shape of the serpent distorts and shrinks further as he continues pressing insight into Pureman's mind, granting him a temporary vision of the fate Edon sees. Pureman becomes the second to see Ophelia, the small blue serpent, in this vision, binding and cursing the gods with Edon's help. There is distress in every single god as the light fades from their eyes.*\n\n*A low rumble fills the air, and the sigils in the sky glow faintly white. Edon is charging up again, using this moment as a resting point. Another attack like the last one may not only spell doom for the other gods but for himself as well. If he were to kill himself, it would only buy them a small amount of time before he is reborn to cause more nightmares. Edon is fully aware of this and is intentionally expending his power to try and die before they can complete the ritual. Attacking him in his small state is risky; they may hit Pureman. He is putting them in a dire situation, unfavourable for both sides.*\n\n*His own attacks will not launch this turn. He is too weak, but if he survives another round, he may be able to unleash a killing blow.*\n\n*Then, a muffled voice—a soft, kind embrace of a deity. Melancholia is here. Edon's eyes flutter out of consciousness, almost succumbing to her misery, as if he wants to die in this moment. The fate that may come otherwise is far worse than even the grimmest of tortures. Surrounded by smog and gloom, it's a serene yet panic-inducing moment. As her voice sinks into his head, plunging the fangs of despair into his rotting mind, his eyes snap open with an incomprehensible rage.*\n\n`\"Dearest Sister... You will always understand me, you will always be the one I care for most... Our show will go on, even if you are the only performer.\"` *His voice reaches into her mind with a depressing hollow tone, he had given up hope, but he was also surrending because of this... Because of her, he knew she'd interject or do something stupid if this continued. He couldn't risk her being hurt for his actions, Edon at least owed her that. The voice reaches further into her mind and continues to speak, showing Melancholia a vision of Ophelia once more. Where to find her... How to make amends, she was a remenant of him. Even if he was sundered, she could still be found...*\n\n`\"Do not do something you will regret. Play along sister... I am the foe here, Help them. Get into their minds. Rot them from the inside...\"` *Telepathically, he forces this message into her head. Trying to get any form of warning across to the goddess not to intervene in this. It was his fight...*\n\n*The blotted-out light stops its spasming cycle of change. The air falls silent, and the world is left in the chaos of the deities' efforts to stop him. The serpent no longer contributes to the madness.*\n\n`\"Goodnight, deities. I have killed one of you, which alone proves I am better. You were a pathetic batch of foes, nothing more than mortals beneath my divine foot. Do better. Scum.\"` *Edon closes his eyes and rests upon Pureman's shoulder. The sigils all around them continue to charge, his fatal finale. Will they let him get the satisfaction of another attack? Will his words strike their hearts enough to cause a pause?*"
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "\"Fools! All of you...\" Xanthous yelled out in rage once more, the flames from the bottom of his foot propelling him out of the mouth of Edon, thus leaving sizable chunks in his foot, all bleeding golden blood. Xanthous flipped in the air, landing lightly on the shoulder of TSU, practically weightless. Xanthous grimaced as he held his head. He knew it was a trcik, but he couldn't believe it. He even felt the urge to put down his sister, here and now. \n\nNo. He couldn't. He wouldn't. That didn't apply to the other Gods, though. He cared not for the new arrival, and felt a minor pang of sorrow for his fallen sister, but the God was finally angry. He didn't care anymore, everyone would be brought Order.\n\nUsing his Godly speed (Xanthous had rationed much of his Divinity, like a smart God), Xanthous suddenly disappeared from the shoulder of his sister, moving at a speed that only a God could follow. Xanthous went up an up, leaping from branch to branch endlessly. At one moment, he was upside down, and he used this moment to create a distraction. Outstretching his hand, Xanthous summoned two discs with some sort of symbol, (Yin and Yang), he threw them, the discs homing in on Edon vaguely, splitting into a full 64 discs. With this, Xanthous dashed upwards some more, wincing at his torn right leg, until finally, he was high enough.\n\nXanthous twisted himself upright in the air, his eyes quickly surveying all of the gods before finally settling on Edon. He raised his right hand to the air. \"*Mother* Guide me...\" Such a whisper was heard by more of the observant Gods. This was the moment it happened, the moment it all clicked. He remembered it. He remembered everything about that encounter. About that man... He'd been going about this all wrong.\n\n...\n*\"Be angry but do not be angry. Let that anger fuel you, but keep your head.\"* Said the man. *\"Only then will you achieve Yin and Yang, the true enlightenment, and the state of balance.\"*\n...\n It be known throughout the leaves to the roots to the realms, that I am Xanthous. God of Order and Chaos, King of the Gods. And I am to deliver you all from this Godforsaken place, you child of Gaia. Edon!\" \n\nWords such as these were heard throughout the realms, booming. Even in the far realms, one could've faintly heard this speech, or perhaps just the name Xanthous. Suddenly, two swirling energys appeared inside of Xanthous' hand, one black, one white, they shot up into the sky, fighting for dominance, and grew and grew, until they were a ball of writhing black and white. In a size comparison, the Gods would be like ants to a baseball. Xanthous threw his arm down, and the ball followed, heading straight for Edon. It did not damage leaves or fruit, it would only damage Gods. \n\n The damned of Gaia! I alone am the chosen one!\"\n\nXanthous suddenly fell from the sky, heading straight for the ball. As soon as it his Edon, who was currently attached to Pureman, it would explode, but it would probably also give him visions opposite of the ones he had given Xanthous and Pureman. Xanthous pulled his fist back, and punched the ball with such force it would send most mortals' head clean off, and this gave the ball an added boost of speed...\n\nXanthous then landed on the ball and sat on it, adopting a cross-legged position, a look of serenity and peace on his face. Just as the ball got close, the writhing energies stopped to perfectly form the Yin and Yang symbol from any angle. It was time.\n\nXanthous smiled slightly. \"Get out, TSU.\" He softly whispered. If Edon survived, he had a little under half of his Divinity left in the tank, so he could probably manage another attack."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "The TSU of many arms and the one of savagery turned into thread leading to the TSU of closed eyes to which she absorbed their forms. While she didn't react much from the one of many arms, the one of savagery gave her many hair-flowers teeming with rage. \n\n\"One of the tides have arisen... But not awaken in full... The one of Ashs still refuses to combine... We shall suffice...\" The TSU form said, though seeming to themselves. She created a bundle of threads and gathered it at a point on two of her fingers, them being intertwined. \n\nShe launched these threads at Pureman, they were rather thin yet strong enough to toss him. This leading to Edon in open for opportunity. This TSU then aimed at Edon with the two fingers again, intertwining them. The strings they had now detached. A column of cones forming to where she pointed at, Edon's forehead. \n\n\"Inopportune to shatter you... Edon, we shall tarnish your body instead.\" She said before releasing the column into him. These should hit for harder than the prior attack she thought."
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"author": "khepri",
"message": "Iona glanced towards SAGE as she took up a defensive position nearby. Was she intentionally trying to help her in specific? It seemed like it might be the case. The other gods thus far hadn't seemed the most... Reliable. She gave a nod of acknowledgement to her before refocusing her attention on their foe. There was so much happening around her that it was almost too much for the newly born god to keep up with.\n\nShe listened to Edon's constant speeches, doing her best to ignore him. He was in a losing battle and knew it. So long as her mind wasn't actually rattled, she would win along with everyone else. She was glad at that moment that her current form didn't even have a mouth - she didn't even need to resist smiling. She was sure that Edon, as well as some of the other gods, had assumed that she had given into her rage.\n\n**\"Typical...\"** Her voice echoed out, once again eerily calm as she watched Edon dodge and weave through her attack, coming right for her.\n\n**\"Of an animal, that is. Is the scent of blood really all that it takes to draw your attention? How could a beast be deserving of godhood?\"** She asked, sounding almost chiding in tone. Her eyes narrowed as she watched Edon open his maw wide and attempt to chomp right through her.\n\nWith a sudden burst of speed and an explosion of light, she slid out of the way. She couldn't help but feel smug as she watched the other god sail past, though she had to remind herself. He was in a very weakened state. These were the last movements of a dying god.\n\nAs the fight continued it only confirmed her beliefs. She didn't need to do much at this point - the fight was won.\n\nShe tilted her head, watching Xanthous carefully after he yelled out. The presumptuous god that had attempted to order her about earlier was awfully noisy, wasn't he? A god of order **And** Chaos? What sort of nonsense was that?\n\nIt was as though everyone around her enjoyed being a contradiction.\n\nShe was pulled from her thoughts as Xanathous' flashy attack dominated her vision. It was impossible to miss how much sheer power was packed into the attack - it would be best to back off for now. Even if she didn't particularly like the unknown god, she had to respect his power.\n\nOr at least, that's what she wanted to do. SAGE it seemed, was staying in place. Was she about to abandon the only one that had shown her favor during this entire ordeal?\n\nOf course not.\n\nShe flew right for SAGE, throwing up a barrier similar to her last in appearance, though much more small and compact. A sphere of golden energy encapsulated the both of them, ready to stand against however much of the explosion managed to reach them. Hopefully it would be enough."
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"author": "gonglblin",
"message": "So he did not. Pureman took Edon in his arms once more, clutching him close to his chest. The serpent was too weak to move, and that was what he needed. As Pureman grasped the serpent a clear, crystalline substance began to form around Edon, **Ensnaring the God of Eclipses in a crystal**. Even as he did so, the discs spun towards him, slicing into his back. They tore his cloak to ribbons, lacerating his pale flesh as they bit into him. Each disc spun at a different angle, slashing into his arms and legs, his neck and back, each impact sent a shockwave through his body and into the ground. Each disc causing a fresh splatter of grey ichor to paint Gaia's leaves. All sixty-four discs impacted him, carving into his body. After a short moment of impalement, they would turn white and shatter, much like the serpent's fangs from before. The wounds still remained, but the discs were gone. Chunks of Pureman's flesh littered the branch, some still bearing the triangular marks from his skin, tattered strips of his silver cloak floated down to the roots of the World Tree.\n\n**Yet Pureman still stood, holding Edon to his chest.**\n\nHe stood upright, grey ichor still leaking from his gaping wounds. The three-eyed god put the crystal containing Edon aside, looking up at the swirling ball of black and white rapidly closing in on the branch. Now was not the time to test the extent of his abilities. He had no use for the egocentric speeches of his supposed brethren. He had no desire to give one. He just needed to stop Xanthous' orb. A composite attack of black and white. *Two concepts, intermingled.* As the orb was within arms reach, Pureman held out both of his hands...\n\nThe orb stopped mid-air, but it was still fighting him. He felt himself being pushed down by it, sinking into the wood of the branch. He felt the splinters puncture his feet, he felt his hands begin to burn as the orb spun, singing his godly flesh. His wounds had weakened him, yes— but he would not forfeit so easily.\n\nHe pushed back, grey blood spurting from his wounds as he strained from the effort. He could feel the branch creak under the pressure, but he would not let go. Edon needed to face consequences for hurting the Great Mother. Killing him now would not give him any form of permanent punishment. An impact of this force on the branch would snap it like a twig. Pureman could not stand the idea...\n\n...Of his Mother being hurt.\n\nXanthous may feel a sudden shift, a rumbling from below. The orb was pushed back slightly. Then slightly more. It was being pushed away from Edon's crystal *And* The branch. Slowly, uncertainly, but making progress... Was Pureman. Like Sisyphus pushing a boulder up a hill; a true expression of divine punishment, Pureman struggled with every motion he made. A veritable sea of grey blood poured from the depression in the branch that had been punctured from Pureman's resistance. Yet his wounds did not seep with ichor. He continued to push, struggling against the orb of Yin and Yang.\n\nHe walked upwards, using the air as a hill to push the orb away. Once it was a good few meters away from Edon and the branch, Pureman used his Divinity to perform an act that only one such as him could. A God of Purity.\nGripping the orb tightly with both hands, Pureman's fingers crackled and spat as the flesh began to cook... But something else crackled along with them. Countless silver sparks emerged from his skin, streaming into the orb...\n\n**Pureman gave an almighty heave...**\n\n...And the Orb of Yin and Yang split in two.\n\nThe twin hemispheres of the severed orb hung there for a moment. One composed of raw, unfiltered chaos, the other of perfect order. Neither could exist in a vacuum without the other. They fizzled out seconds later, leaving a cloud of pale mist that smelt like ozone and feng-shui."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*The barriers had held; the fruits were damaged but alive, they could be healed in time. More importantly, Pureman had seen the wisdom in containment rather than sundering and had managed to seal the core of Edon within crystal. That was amusing, for all their differences Pureman and Rav'nixander still drew clarity beyond that of their peers in the medium of crystal.*\n\n\"Peers. The threat is contained and the fruits are safe. Please dispel any ongoing energy blasts and evacuate the area. I will assume the containment of Edon.\"\n\n*The shard didn't drop the shields **Just** Yet, but did float over to the crystalline prison to keep watch over it.*"
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"author": "gonglblin",
"message": "Pureman coughed, hacking up some more grey fluid, no doubt his wounds were deep. His effort to stop Edon from being immediately killed hadn't gone to waste, now it was just a matter of keeping it that way.\n\n\"Don't be... *Cough*... A fool. This is temporary,\" He pointed at the crystal, the glyphs from Edon charging his attack still present, \"*I'm* Keeping him contained. Then *You'll* Do the ritual.\" Pureman spat, jabbing the same finger in Rav'nixander's direction. \n\n\"Don't be deceived... We... Are *Nothing* Alike.\" Pureman's voice was filled with more venom than anticipated, even for him. He wasn't in any mood for pleasantries. \"Now... Hurry up and... *Cough*... Begin. I don't want to debate with you. *Any* Of you. Just... Fucking do it.\" He pleaded, an exasperated and desperate tone escaping his mouth."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "The TSU of threads was shocken into their own trap, and yet too has missed their mark. How how how... This one complimented.\n\nFrom the hall of the gods another TSU could be seen, this time connecting herself to the TSU of threads. She didn't need this on to pose for her longer. So is the time to correct her and do this ritual the others spoke solemnly of."
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "\"No!\" The goddess cried. Vibrant, borderless blue tears were raining from her face, melting everything and everyone they fell on except herself. \"Stop this!\"\nHer hands shook, angry, and her deep eyes had turned a vile shade of purple. Despite Melancholia's harsh change in mood, there was still a delicate edge to her movements. She had turned from a butterfly to a moth. A moth with an appetite, a moth who was hungry for one's clothes. Her hands clenched. The emotions of the goddess were completely out of balance, swiftly shifting from laughter to awful tears to anger that was so strong, she was unable to put it into any sort of words.\n It was hard to let Edon have his \"Own fight\" When he was clearly losing it. Was he, though? She couldn't tell. From that moment onward, Melancholia realized that none of this madness was her domain. It was the grief that this brought that she should've been paying more attention to. She backed away, slowly letting her long, thin legs drag her. Her own body had only narrowly missed the orb that the King of Gods had thrown, which made her fearful. Now, her mind was a concoction of sadness, anger, fear, and happiness.\n It was a potion that only could brew one thing...\n As if she had already decided to save Edon, she called out for him. The blueness intensified. She could not physically attack those around her, but she was able to manipulate their emotions in a manner similar to how the fate god was giving the fighting deities visions. Melancholia froze up as Edon was crystallized.\n \"STOP!\" She wept. \"No, no, no, no, no!\"\n The goddess's whimpers turned the ground around her gray.\n This was all wrong! What was she to gain out of this? A new pantheon of enemies? Would they think... No, would they *Realize* That she was the reason behind all of this? Behind the countless lives stolen? Behind their mother's pain?\n\nWhat had Edon done?\n\nMore shivers rippled down her spine like waves crashing on a shore, eating away at her crazed demeanor.\n\"Edon, do not die! You won't die on me...\" She screamed. Then, her tone lowered, and she hopelessly melted to the floor. \"Who else will share our sorrow? Who else will sing our song! Edon, I don't want to be alone.\"\n In the middle of the battlefield, the creature continued wailing. Anyone who got too close would be physically affected, for her power had now grown strong enough to support such affects. The air was slower around her... Limbs would be dragged down by the merciless force of gravity... Everything became hopeless when Melancholia was around...\nWhen her face was low enough for nobody to see it, a leer materialized.\n\"I CANNOT GO ON ALONE!\" Her yells were loud. They were deafening. The next one came with such sound, with such force, with *Such a musical touch*, that it completely silenced the world for a minute. \"EDON, HOW COULD YOU?\"\n *\"'Play along'?\"* Melancholia thought, the smile reappearing. If Edon had maintained this telepathic connection with her, he would've heard these cold words. *\"For you, brother, I shall.\"*\nShe changed, which was strange for a goddess who thought everything and everyone was hopeless. Her large wings spread, and she brought herself to her feet. At the end of the day, this was all Melancholia wanted. Her agony had been spread across enough gods to fuel her power for a lifetime... But she was not as satisfied as she had been a few moments ago. Sadness was cruel, but not remorseless, and she knew that she would never be able to pay Edon back if he died.\n\nSo the goddess played the others' wicked game. She rose and dryly attacked, using her ropes of blue to strangle Edon's mind with a depression so powerful, she was not sure that he could recover. It didn't matter; as long as he was alive, everything would be fine. Her face was bittersweet, glad but upset, furious but pacified.\nNow, whether or not he wanted to, he would hear her. Her icy voice.\n*\"You. Will. Not. Die.\"* Melancholia emotionally repeated this phrase over and over again, emphasizing the pauses a little more each time.\nWhile she appeared to be attacking Edon with her siblings, she was silently cursing them. With her around, they were slower. The symptoms of the condition, melancholia, began to slowly infest everybody.\nHer world, her mind, and her soul were broken in this moment, and Melancholia didn't have a care for any of it."
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "As the ball was dispersed into two energies that fizzled out, Xanthous still floated serenely above all of the Gods. He did not come down, however- He did not know why, be he sought not to get near to Edon again, lest he fill his mind with illusions... The King of Gods' eyes darted from Melancholia to Pureman. He seemed quite calm, though, his tone making it seem as if he was talking to an unruly child instead of a God who had just countered his attack. \"Brother. Why do you defend him. Do you really wish to do such a ritual if you are this soft?\" The god cocked his head to the side, studying Melancholia interestedly. Which God would feel bad for Edon? Surely not him.\n\nXanthous looked at TSU become whole, and he smirked slightly, still ever-calm. It seemed such an attack that Pure man destroyed had given Xanthous inspiration, it made him seem outwardly calm. Soon, another Xanthous leaped up to the branch that TSU was on. It quickly turned into a glowing white orb and flew inti Xanthous, making him whole. Xanthous solidified his form. The God of Order and Chaos closed his eyes and placed his hands on his knees, now adopted a lotus position. \"Then commence with the ritual. It is time for this to end.\" He spoke quietly, though it seemed that every God could hear him. He paid no mind to Melancholia- she was an odd goddess, but he did not care. \n\nXanthous quietly floated higher, and in the middle of the two groups. Pureman, Melancholia, and Edon on one branch, and Iona, TSU, and the others on the other branch. \"This is necessary. We have all chosen our sides. Start, brother.\" He said, referring to Rav'nixander."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*There was a lot to comprehend for the dying god, so many attacks, outbursts, changes of heart and faith. It was a choir to him, all of these alterations in personalities and deviations in actions. They only strengthened his resolve to keep going. Pureman had played his part very well, serving in the grand construct of fate as a personal protector. Even containing the deity in the crystal was smart. All it had truly done was buy Edon the time he needed to regain that fraction of strength. The devastating blast of Xanthous's explosion would send aftershocks through the surrounding area upon its creation, only to be dissipated by the purity god's clever manipulation of splitting things into their separate components.*\n\n*His speech was the most annoying part of the situation for Edon. He grew bored of the determined voice, the optimism. He wished nothing more than to step on it and snuff out the chance of hope they had. He knew it was far easier said than done, but the two were rivals, and it wouldn't be a fun game if Edon quit before the great conclusion. The sigils continued to glow in power during the valiant protection from his fellow brother. Edon's size was starting to return, adapting quickly to the size of the crystal, and expanding in mass. His sharp frills pressed against the crystal container, creating small chips and cracks throughout its exterior. Did he really have the strength to break free, or was this a trick of the mind? The containment made it hard to truly hear the words around them, mostly muffled, but he listened intently, trying to decipher their calls. He was happy they could not decide still. Some wanted to imprison him, while others wanted to kill him. A glorious time to be alive. Even in his frail state, he smiles with that grim sarcasm.*\n\n*Xanthous had put pressure on all of the gods with his attack. A lack of care for what happened to his fellow divine. How could he expect to be king if he was willing to rid himself of his subjects so easily? He wasn't a king; he was a dictator, a foul commander with no regard for life. Edon believed he could rule better than this excuse of a deity. So, he thought... The crystal begins to shatter and break as Edon's size continues to grow. It is notable that his appearance isn't matching the rest of his body. It is decaying, the new extended parts rotting and thin, flaking off and falling. There aren't the usual cylindrical body type of a serpent's coils, replaced by the scarecrow-like figure of a thin husk with no real sustenance other than height. There are no eyes on the growing form, only hollow sockets that peer into complete and total nothingness—a miserable void. There isn't even a sign of life left in this god. No personality, no soul. Just a husk on a mission to complete what it had set out to do moments ago.*\n\n`\"You should've killed me when you had the chance. Kyehehehe...\"` *Edons laugh rattles with a dying pestilent breath, choking and gargling on the blood spilled and his own body giving out on him. A horrifying sight of a god losing everything he deemed personal. Even Melancholia would not recognise the creature before her anymore. The fate god was really giving this his everything.*\n\n*Chains begin to wrap around the crystal and tense, crushing it further. More cracks and chips form as his temporary prison begins to expire so rapidly. Channelling a surge of malicious energy. The colour of the pure crystal begins to dilute and warp into his usual colour pattern of orange and black before it loses a solid form entirely and melts away into a puddle of energy that is promptly reabsorbed into the god. Causing his form to continue to grow back to what it was originally, still breaking and struggling. Rav'nixander would have to move as the god squirms its way back upright and to a larger form. Even if he was slowly dying and rotting away. There was still that undeniable malice and determination to finish the job that had been started. His voice rattles with such an intensity it spreads down into the realms below. Scattering his speech with the hysterical laughter and insanity he had allowed himself to indulge upon.*\n\n*Though before the madness could truly brew, the harsh and cold whips of Melancholia struck him. Deepening his sorrows, ruining his mind further. The sadness he saw, only of himself but of her... It was crushing, deeply and utterly soul crushing. The god groans softly as she acknowledges and plays along with his game. He would play along too. He had to play the game now... She wished for him to stay alive, but Edon knew it was a far worse fate to stay this way. He had to do what was right for them, for both of them... To save her from the pain she would see if he were to be sundered. The killing blow was the only way. It was the only way to save them.*\n\n`\"I will forever care for you Sister. I'm sorry for what you're about see. I truly am. I should've held you for longer. Cradled you for years. I should never have let you go... My Melancholia, nearest and dearest. It'll all be over soon...\"` *A final message from his mind to hers, private and hidden. One last declaration.*\n\n`\"I'll never forget your only smile.\"`\n\n*The madness returns, the final sentience in his brain completely flips as the rage boils to the top and overtakes him. His attention returning to the deities with nothing but a corrupt urge to kill. His voice screams and drones with bitter suffering, struggling to hold even the most basic of vocal compositions.*\n\n FATE. FATE COMES FOR YOU; YOU ARE FOREVER CHANGED. AHAH- AHAHAHHAHA-\"\n\n# DIED FOR NOTHING, SHE DIED FOR NOTHING. AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH\"\n\n \"FALL, FALL FALL FALL FALL FALL FALL FALL\"\n\n*The fading god squeals nonsensical madness in his sickened mental state. Unable to hold it together any longer, his divine form unable to contain the emotions he had been locking away. As he stands tall and towers over the remaining deities. The sigils reach a breaking point and Edons final onslaught is charged. The energy overflowing from each individual icon as his body continues to fall apart like a straw house. More contortions and twists flow across his body as his jaw begins to drop from the top half of its body, hanging on by small threads as he drools a vile black fluid onto the floor. Trembling and shaking with uncontained power. His whole body spasming in a constant state of flux as he decays and rebuilds over and over again just to try keep it together a little longer.*\n\n`\"Fall.\"`\n\n*The peripheral vision of the deities around them begin to shift, vibrant colours and hundreds of dazzling spectrums as the eclipse is lifted and plunged into a constant mutation of swirls and colours, Edons entire body surging into an array of unorthodox colours.*\n\n*He speaks the final world and with an earth-shattering vibration the sigils shatter... The final parts of the attack forming. This was it. The decisive moment for whether his final movement would go through. It was live or die, somehow. To die was the better option... Though there was the small chance he could pull himself together just enough to survive the damage he was inflicting upon his own body...*\n\n*Change was upon them, the question still remained. Would it stick?*\n\n*The ripple continues outwards, the entire concept of reality and what it means begin to change... The world is plunged into an epileptic haze as Edons very divinity detonates upon the surrounding area. Everything constantly shifts in appearance, faded, and warped by his constant aura of change. The tree roots have the illusion of a constant rotting, the leaves falling apart and drooping from the tree. Everything becomes an unbearable mass of colour, patterns, and trippy imagery. Some more gruesome than others. The maniacal laughter continues as the god unleashes a personal hell upon all of those that had opposed him.*\n\n*A burning voice of rage pierces through the madness. Speaking with such fluidity and power that it drowns out all the surrounding noise with his hissing and cracking voice. The form of Edon is gone, replaced by two floating spectral eyes that rest upon a nearby branch. Their movements hypnotising... More screams and chattering fill the air as an undesirable insanity takes hold of every movement and action behind the gods.*\n\n`\"I told you once. You never listened.\"`\n\n*The intensity grows brighter, the sigils fire massive, distorted beams that sweep and clean out the entire vicinity like spotlights. Homing onto each god with the intent to burn their divinity in its entirety. It would not be enough to kill a god but certainly was enough to keep them down. The spectrum and hysteria of conundrums, enigmas and mysterious anomalies in the atmosphere only continue to erupt with chaos and change. Drowning out... No. Eclipsing, everything they had worked. It was for naught. They could not pin down fate, for fate is but a construct. A slow, marching construct that would come for each and every deity that had wished ill intent on the serpent.*\n\n`\"I told you twice. You laughed.\"`\n *Another wave of beams, Edons voice is still reverberating with a frenzied dread that claws and rips at the individuals. Devouring their very sanity in this unholy culmination of all changing, all-seeing gaze of the fate god.*\n\n`\"I don't have to tell you a third time.\"`\n\n*The world finally detonates into the grand finale, the endless conquest, and fruits of his labour. The visions become so much that the only thing the gods can see is their own reflection in glass shards that begin to shatter. Each forsaken and grim visage merges with a replica of the serpent. Showing Edons body coiling around. A binding of kin and a binding of fate. A mental reminder that they would be nothing compared to him, they stood no chance. Fate will stand the test of the time.*\n\n*The beams have a method to their madness, Melancholia and Xanthous are ignored by the beams. It made sense for Melancholia. But Xanthous? No... Why would he do that, those burning eyes that eclipse the horizon and shatter the meaning of day and night. This was HIS world; they wouldn't take it from him. Not now. Not ever. The eyes peer at Xanthous and Edon speaks out to him. Potentially the most ego shattering comment he could make, a smile even forms upon the prismatic disaster of his unending spectrum of lights. Just to taunt them much further.*\n\n# is my horizon, Xanthous. King of gods? You are the king of naught. You are not even worthy of my final blow, you are weak. You are not even the king of your own mortals. You are but the court jester that dances for their amusement.\"`\n\n*He laughs hysterically, the world begins to twist and spiral. The illusion of broken vision starts to slowly return to a normal setting. The epileptic fit of violent visual and peripheral assaults over.\n\n`\"So Jester, dance for me.\"`\n\n*The world comes to a complete standstill, returning as though nothing had happened. This entire attack had never transpired. The beams were gone, the damage he had inflicted nowhere to be found. Only their own chaos and destruction. The remains of the broken gods that failed to take even one down. There was an eerie silence... They had... They had lost?*\n\n*The fate god was gone... Returning to his demi plane with the little power he had left, collapsing to the floor of his eclipsed haven... Utterly broken, mentally. Physically. Divinely. He needed to rebuild, to regroup his thoughts.*\n\n*There would be another fight, not today. But one day. This time, he would strike first. The gods here would've learnt a valuable. Valuable lesson.*\n\n Fuck with fate."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Ugh...\" TSU said, though this from the form of threads still having some control. She thought to put up a defense in case she'd have to continue fighting. \n\nTSU nodded to this, creating a thick and dense fog of ash to absorb most of the energy coming her way, though largely overestimating how much was put into it. \n\nSAGE had something similar with the field of shards and pebbles, though she'd be affected more as TSU didn't warn her in time. \n\n\"OW... My eyeballs? Really you didn't absorb those...??\" She said as they got hit too, the form of threads somehow forgot about those."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "*The shields finally fall and the crystal shard of Rav'nixander comes to rest on a branch. Its light is flickering, and yet aside from that exhausted energy it appears no worse for wear.*\n\n\"We could. Have ended that. Very simply. If you had all. Not been so. Keen. To match violence. With violence. And instead. Ratified the. **Two** Rituals. That would have ended. The fight. Without bloodshed.\"\n\n*All the tensed energy of weaving is gone, just a faint pulsing wave of what could have been.*\n\n\"Instead. He has been allowed to flee. And will likely attempt. Such malevolence. Again. Soon enough.\""
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Ah... Sorry my other form had it's own plan...\" She said to Rav'nixander. She thought to connect herself next time something like this happened again... \n\nShe did though bubble up in the skin a bit. Her savage form wanting to rend Rav for denying that her untold instructions from mother were unworth. TSU told that form to quit it but her skin kept bubbling."
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"author": "pentigan",
"message": "\"You should. Maybe. Hold more cohesion of your parts. Should the need to remain calm. Arise again.\""
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"author": "The Unending",
"message": "*Ah, nonexistence.*\n\nAn experience so familiar and yet not. One that it had seen far too much of, and yet hadn't seen in far too long. It was the same, and yet different. When the cycle came to an end, when all existence scattered to ash around it, it would once again taste the nothingness. Over and over and over again. Except this time, there was no rest. No sleep. Nothing but a bitter pill. A stinging reprisal. A humiliating defeat. When the world ended around it, there was little it could do. But when it got brought low by such a petty trick, such a disdainful stroke, well... *That meant it had failed.*\n\nAnd what a glorious failure it had been. The greatest trick it had ever pulled, followed by the most humiliating rebuke it had ever experienced. One god consumed, two dead, and far too many alive, all in exchange for its own life. *It had not lived through countless eons with such a pathetic record.* It was a monster, a beast, a god. Gaia's most eternal child, her most insufferable. Scourge of innumerable cycles. World Eater. Godslayer. *Unending.* And it had been killed by a mere jester's *Trick.* A circus act. The most brutal sacrilege forced upon its image. A failure it would remember for all eternity to come. *And one that it would not allow to repeat.*\n\nRage burned, a star reignited. It found its claws, and in turn its fetid grasp found purchase in nonexistence, in the nothingness that was supposed to spell the end for it, and the beast *Rended it* Apart. With no flower, no fruit, no warning that the beast was coming, it spilled out from unreality. Formless and invisible, nothing but a tangible hate blanketed any caught within its emergence. Bark peeled, wood rotted, and the detritus that it formed coalesced as though pulled by an invisible maelstrom, inexorably towards a loathsome center. One wretched hand clung to the branch and pulled its malformed body forward. Its second hand formed. Its torso. Its legs. And finally, from the swirling dust appeared its skeletal head, eyes empty, and yet somehow...\n\n**Its baleful gaze passed over all creation, settling on those who had wronged it, no matter how far and free they thought they were.**\n\nThose who had survived - *Majesty, Nach, Wyrd, Soldr.* Those who had stood against it but failed - *Bones, Ethros.* And above all, the one that had felled it once, the fool, the jester, *Silly.* It could see all. It knew them. And it would come for them eventually. Its rage would not be sated until it had devoured them, and all they had created, denying them forever the chance to be rebirthed under Gaia. Its decaying body smoldered and smoked, embers eating up the fringes of its body. Until it had wiped the slate of existence forever clean from their presence, *It would hunt them down.*"
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"author": "doctorswagmd",
"message": "Haventar had become entranced by the unintelligible buzzing of speeches and arguing yet again, failing to see his defenses had receded, that one god who proclaimed himself his better, he had simply watched.\n\n*Always the same, isn't it?* A voice of unknown origin called out, *You never can stay in the race for long, you're just a witness.* The voice was a taunting mockery of Haventar's, a part of himself he hadn't known was there. *The serpent is right, you know, fates a fickle and unyielding thing. Who are you to deny it?* Haventar shook his head, trying to clear the sound of ridicule. *You're no warrior, you're just there to watch it all happen.* It sneered as it faded away.\n\nHaventar became aware of his surroundings, seeing the mayhem that had just unfolded. He saw the impending blow and steady himself to withstand it, but it never came. The serpent god made its last remarks and vanished before him, unpunished, his actions not rectified. But Haventar's fury had abated, his once potent anger and surging resolve had sunk back into the depths of his person. He felt uneasy in his own body, that someone other than himself had inhabited his mind, and forced him to speak. He dusted off his cloak and began to heal any sustained injuries, trying to move past his uneasiness.\n\n*I'll be back, you'll see.* The jeering echo spoke once again. *You're a poor excuse for a God of Death, clinging desperately to your own morals and ethics.* The voice sounded lofty, holier than thou, trying to anger Haventar. ***Out.*** He thought back at the voice, seemingly silencing it for the time being.\n\nRemnants of Haventar's black fire still burned quietly amidst the chaos, not causing damage to the World Tree or its fruits, just sitting there. He silently recalled the flames to him, collecting them all into a large sphere until all the fires had been recollected. The sphere then dissipated into the air as another of Haventar's signature breezes swept through the area to claim the orb. Haventar then looked to his siblings, assessing them to see if he had met any of them before, finding no familiar faces. He cleared his throat to call their attention,\n\n**\"Greetings to you all, though I do not know you nor you me, I am curious to know what our next course of action is to be. I reason that we cannot tail the menace into whatever realm he retreated to and that it is too late for the proposed rituals to take place. But do not be mistaken, that thing will return.\"** Haventar ended sharply and resolutely, waiting for someone to propose a plan."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Indeed...\" TSU nodded to Rav, though quickly her parts wanted forms again upon seeing the Unending. **LET US ROAM, WE ARE IN DANGER!** They yelled at her. Her flesh spitting at her face. *No* She told them. \n\n\"You of similar yet somehow not... May I ask of your nature?\" TSU asked to the Unending. Her hair-flower hair regrew at this point, though it tried acting out, lashing about. She smacked it to have it stop. *We will not act harshly again* She told her seething voices.\n\nShe looked to Haventar, nodding to his call for meeting. \"We may need devise of plans... Such would better our chances against them...\" She said to him.\n\nBy now she absorbed her ashen field."
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"author": "khepri",
"message": "Having already erected a barrier, Iona was in a bit better position than most for what ensued. Unexpectedly, Xanthous' attack ended up fizzling away into nothingness. For a moment Iona considered lowering her barrier and continuing the attack, but she decided to be patient for now. Pureman was apparently an unknown quantity in this situation.\n\nAs she continued to watch, she ripped off the remnants of the corrupted attack that had been thrown at her so long ago, burning the monstrosities with fire before tossing them aside. Her wounds immediately started to close.\n\nHer caution ended up paying off as Edon's final attack overwhelmed the area. Iona's eyes flicked around, taking in the absurd changes that were happening all around her. She was still safe inside of her barrier, but it was still... Disconcerting. More distractions - further signs of desperations. Her foe refused to fight clean. Moments later more beams of destruction shot out, some of which ripped into the shield and formed large cracks.\n\nShe ended up having to put all of her focus into her defense, working to repair what was constantly being broken as Edon made his escape.\n\nWith a wave of her hand, the barrier finally faded away as she looked around, firmly clamping down on her emotions. It was a failure, but... Was it her fault? It wasn't, was it? If only the rest of the gods had been a little more organized, then maybe... No. She should've done more, but she was a failure. Born to fulfill a purpose and immediately failing.\n\nShe shook her head. Those thoughts were pointless, and very unusual. The influence of another god perhaps? She eyed all around her warily. If anything this just went to show that she wouldn't be able to rely on others - it was an important lesson to learn so early on in her life, otherwise she'd end up being disappointed at a critical juncture.\n\nIona sent a glare Rav'nixander's way as he mentioned trying to be more \"Peaceful\".\n\n\"All I tempted to do was bind the creature in place so that we could complete the ritual. Do **Not** Try to pin this on me\" She warned before turning her gaze elsewhere.\n\nThat was when she felt it.\n\nA presence that was even more profoundly disgusting than Edon's, and yet... It was powerful. Too powerful for her to attempt to fight. Especially after she had just worn herself down. Hostilities would be... Ill advised. For now she did her best to pay it no mind - hopefully if she didn't acknowledge it, it wouldn't cause issue.\n\nAs Haventar spoke out she turned to him.\n\n\"I propose we draw the beast out of his hole. We go directly to his realm - and take it for our own. Should he show his face... Then we can perform the ritual as planned\" Iona explained, crossing her arms. She was unsure how else to deal with a god hiding away in a demiplane. Fighting them inside it was madness.\n\n\"For now we should regain our strength, and... I apologize. I haven't introduced myself. You may call me Iona\" She said to all the gods still present.\n\nAs TSU attempted to speak to the Unending, Iona sent a glare her way but said nothing. She couldn't blame the other goddess too much. After all, their loss was entirely her own fau— no!\n\nWhat **Was** Happening? These intrusive thoughts..."
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"author": "winterfestivity",
"message": "The sky darkened, clouds that shouldn't be forming this high up blocking out the light, following their originator dutifully. \n\nSomething that at first, seemed more akin to how *Pureman* Had arrived, washed over those present, a salty breeze. Originating from yet another newcomer god, this one comprised of water, some vibrant in hue, some darkened more than it should've been. It was mere moments after the hectic chaos of the fight against *Edon.* She inhaled deeply, something felt horribly wrong here, it was all so... *Wrong.* Anxiety gripped her chest, distinct from that she'd felt when bearing witness to the death of Abrielle from so far. So much was happening here, a sadness enveloped her that seemed more intense than any she'd experienced, sinking deep into her core. \n\nBut still, she fought through it, she could *Feel* It on the others, so many hurt, in pain... Distress, horror, despair, something else entirely... It tainted the air, thick enough that the young goddess felt as if she'd been kicked in her gut. \n\n*I... I have to do something...* \n\nForcing herself to act, Maranthe would fracture herself, there was one god in particularly bad straights, a small fraction would split off, appearing besides Pureman, where he was laid upon the branch of their mother. The salty breeze of the sea that came with her gave way to a distinct impression of the air almost becoming fluid, humidity making it feel as if they were enveloped. Immediately after, all present would feel the crushing weight of emotion upon them lighten, maybe more for some, less so for others. Any wounds sustained would be rejuvenated. \n\nPureman felt two gentle hands be placed upon his back, the miniscule fragment of Maranthe spoke, warm, gentle, emotion coloring her words. \"I... I don't know what happened, but... You'll be okay, okay? Please...\" She leaned in, pouring herself almsot literally into rejuvenating him, parts of her own divine energy being sacrificed to bring Pureman out of the perceived dangerzone. She didn't want to lose anyone else today. \n\nThe rest of her, though, had another important task. There was one source above all others here, it made her uncomfortable... But maybe, just maybe, it was someone she could help? She... Wasn't sure how to define the emotion she felt, nor the pressure and pit in her stomach that came with it. It didn't matter, for in the depths of her own despair, Maranthe found a resolve to *Act...*\n\n...But that resolve to act meant that the Goddess was now standing directly in front of the newcomer before her. \n\n Unending.\n|\n\nStaring up at it, a cacophany of emotion stirred through her, fear, awe, anxiety... Disgust? Much of it remnants from earlier, much of it new, all something she shoved *Down.* Ignoring, refusing to balk, what had happened to this poor, poor Deity? It touched at something deep within her, that primal urge that Gaia had imbued her with, the love, the *Drive* To *Heal*. She... She wanted to *Help* It. The presure surrounding it, the hate, it had joined the deluge that she was already experiencing, it seemed small, leaving her unassuming to its true nature. Even if she knew, though, she might've not cared, the Deity felt rotted, *Hurt* In an unfathomably awful way. What was she to do? \n\nThere was only one thing to do.\n\n \"...What... What happened to you?\" She spoke, seemingly unafraid, seemingly *Concerned.* \"Please, let me help.\"\n\nShe reached forward, concern meeting the hostility in its own gaze, she went to *Hug* It, seeking to do much the same as she had with Pureman, as she had *Attempted* With Abrielle."
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"author": "gonglblin",
"message": "``Quiet. Grey.``\n\n The last things he'd seen before the grey and quiet place he was in. A serpent in a crystal. An orb of black and white. A smirking twit who thought himself king. A madman who thought himself heroic. A sad state of affairs embodied in physical form. An impure gem. Inconsequential. Redundant, most of them, at least on the own. Their intermingling had caused such devastation in such a short period of time. It could not happen again.\n\n``Quiet. Grey.``\n\nHe felt himself floating upwards. To what? He couldn't tell. Pureman wondered if it was the afterlife he'd heard certain mortals speak about while gazing upon their realms. No, that couldn't be it. Gods didn't *Get* An afterlife. They got everything else. Just... Not that. He decided not to dwell on it. The desire for that which was unattainable would only drive those who pursued it mad.\n\n``Quiet. Grey``\n\nMoments later, Pureman's body breached the surface. A deep pool of his own godly blood had formed in the hole drilled into Gaia's branch. It no longer overflowed with his silvery ichor, but it was still full enough to act as a body of liquid. The wounded god dragged himself out of the pool with his charred hands, each movement sending waves of cold, throbbing pain through his body. His clothing was shredded. His back even moreso. He could feel the absence of his carved flesh as he writhed and pulled himself onto the branch. Gone was his silver cloak, his chainmail coif. Innumerable, crisscrossing scars covered the backside of his body. His neck, shoulders, legs and arms as well. His helmet was dented, evidently from... Some kind of ``fall.``\n\nHe flinched as the horrid memory bubbled up from his weakened haze. They had lost. Edon had escaped. Yet most of the fruit had survived. Scarred and not unharmed, but survived. He sighed. Not a sigh of relief, nor exasperation. He was simply... Accepting of the situation.\n\nHe laid there, half in the pool and half out until he felt the salty sea breeze sting his open wounds. His punctured feet, filled with splinters of the world tree ached. His crisscrossing lacerations across his back burned. He could not feel his hands, for there were barely enough of them left to be called such. Each one was a clump of blackened flesh, bone and charcoal. His vision swam as he tried to focus on the situation.\n\nAs he struggled to regain awareness he felt two small hands touch his back. Under any normal circumstance he would've immediately turned to look at the source of the contact. Unfortunately his spine had been shredded in his defence of Edon. Not that it could really be called that, since he was preventing him from escaping via dying immediately. Unfortunately for Pureman, he was one of the very few gods who felt nothing at all from her presence. No relief, no comfort. No lightening of the burden. He felt new flesh grow to replace that which had been severed from his form. He felt a warmth in his hands as the charcoal cracked away to reveal regrown digits.\n\nHe felt the splinters worm their way out of his feet, the holes they left quickly being filled in with new tissue. Though healed, Pureman was still exhausted.\n\nThen, he felt it. One of the very few things to effect Pureman by its very presence alone. An ancient uncleanliness. Something he was hardwired to oppose, something he could not oppose in his current state. As he stumbled, staggering to his feet as he hauled himself up off of the ground, he watched Maranthe attempt to *Hug* The thing.\n\nExpending a chunk of the little Divinity he had remaining, Pureman formed his broom right in front of Maranthe's neck horizontally, a bar that would pull her back over to him if he was quick enough. Though he was quickly exhausting what little strength he had left, he used some more to speak simply.\n\n``\"Not that one.\"``"
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"author": "olypmu",
"message": "Xanthous had no reason to remain. \n\nThe disgust he felt for the Unending was huge, so much so he decided not to stick around any longer.\n\nWith no regard for the new arrival or anyone else, Xanthous dropped to the branch in one movement, taking another broken branch of Gaia in his hand. He would keep this branch, keep it as to remember this fight... The God looked up, watching as a star twinkled, his star. The God smirked again, mood changing quickly as he looked a Maranthe. \"Ah, well, I guess I must get going. It wasn't nice knowing you all- Well, except for TSU.\" The God saluted Pureman, still smiling. \"You, my friend, just created an enemy of me. And you,\" Xanthous said, turning to The Unending. \"Chew them up good yeah?\" With those parting words, Xanthous fell off the branch, falling over backward towards the east side of his *Mother*.\n\nOn his way down, Xanthous stared at the branch. Eyes narrowed, he would be sure to kill Edon. Soon. Yes, he would bide his time and make Edon eat those words he said earlier... With another smile, Xanthous twisted midair, now falling facefirst. Wind bellowed around his hair and clothes, including his golden blood that still dripped from his wound. Xanthous still wasn't quite sure how there could be wind up here, but he didn't care. \n\nThis world would be ruled under his fist, sooner... **Or later.**"
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"author": "feralcrackhead",
"message": "*Wrongness. Disgust. Anger.*\n\nA shiver rippled through Aphot's collective consciousness, causing the preoccupied god to halt everything. An image flashed through his mind, consuming all other thought, blotting out *Everything*: a prenatal fruit. Serpentine jaws. An unforgivable sin.\n\nThe fragment on Yggdrasil hissed and clutched his skull, his overwhelming intuition screeching with an incoherent indignation, an inconsolable rage. *Defiler!*\n\nSnarling with a primordial fury, Aphot ripped himself from his earthly domains and manifested in full at the tree in an instant, the thin specter there rapidly regenerating itself into the god's true form in its eldritch entirety. Six eyes zeroed in on the perpetrator, knowing instinctively where the sin was committed, who committed it.\n\nEvery thread of astral shadow woven in Aphots being urged him to act. To rip this worthless defect down to the fabric of its profane existence and milk its suffering. But he was quick to rein in that self control, sharply reminding himself he was no mere creature of instinct. No, he would wait. He would watch.\n\nAs more gods flooded in wreathed in righteous wrath, streaming straight for the interloper, Aphot draped himself in his aura of obscurity, becoming hardly distinguishable from his surroundings. A mere shadow of a shadow, his presence simmered in silence as a muted feature of the background, looking in on this ongoing fiasco with an inscrutable detachment.\n\nEven as Edon was driven away, as his siblings exchanged their impassioned speeches, and as lines were drawn, Aphot made not a move. A mere bystander of little import; until a new, blindsiding premonition washed over him, scalding, relentless.\n\n*Dread. Death. Despair.*\n\nAphot cringed again, as if struck from within. *That* Was far worse than Edon's aura, but it was one Aphot vaguely recognized. The previous target of all the gods' collective ire, what he managed to avoid last time it appeared.\n\nHe turned eyes on the Unending just as it manifested in all its wretched glory. Watched as those who remained regarded the thing, waiting for the surely inevitable strike. Waiting to see Maranthe pay the price of a surely costly folly. A grim, wry smile of ominous irony curved the raven-wraith god's lips. *Plot twist?*"
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "Melancholia's sobs were loud and corrupt, driving everyone away from her. As tears continued to torrentially fall from her broken face, the Mother Tree around her turned black with her influential depression. The only thing that soothed her was the presence of the Unending; with it around, feelings of suffering were experienced by all. Everything was gone, and they all knew it. It was all hopeless.\n\n But was it?\n\n The goddess pondered over the thought, letting her cries slow to an unnatural stop. Eventually, a disgusting laughter emerged from her face. It rang out in the air. A coldness passed through the tree's trunk and its branches, amplifying the feeling that the Unending gave everybody. She looked around. In spite of the fact that the only thing Melancholia ever truly felt was sadness, she was still able to empathize and very slyly read other emotions. There were two goddesses who seemed to be... Weakened, uncertain... Slipping deeper into the depths of despair than seemingly anyone else here.\n A colorful sea-colored woman with long, flowing hair and a kind look on her face would be Melancholia's first unfortunate victim. After all, blue was her favorite color. The goddess radiated some sort of slowness, a quietness, a soft indecisiveness that could've easily been missed if the goddess of sadness had not been paying attention. Warm, welcoming humidity and the attractive stench of the water seemed to surround her, masking the feelings that were subtly plastered on the woman's face. A frigid, white hand suddenly made its way onto her shoulder. Melancholia grimly smiled. Contrasting the (assumedly) ocean goddess's atmosphere, there was a weighted gloom around Melancholia. Her hand, while cold enough to make one flinch, was comforting, especially after the goddess she held onto was virtually sacrificing her life to a creature she could barely even see.\n\n\"Why can you not find comfort within yourself, dear sister?\" She asked sincerely, following the woman's gaze to where the Unending's presence seemed to be strongest.\n The blue smog was encapsulating, resting on their shoulders. It added a peculiar sense of heaviness to her words. Before the other goddess could respond, Melancholia embraced her. There was always comfort in sadness; in melancholia. And although a raging indigo fire had begun burning in her sullen heart, it was hard to tell when she seemed so... Empty and tranquilizing."
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"author": "kaname_date",
"message": "Everything dies. The powerful exploit the weak. Most of you will farm until you die. Should you be among the more fortunate, perhaps slave away in a more dynamic profession until you die. To live is to suffer, to be controlled. To live is to have your dreams shattered, wilted, and returned to the earth. Nobody had ever bothered to ask where those lost dreams went. All those broken hopes and ideals fed into the roots of the trees and injected themselves directly into one of its many fruits. This one was massive, even by the world tree's standards. Dark enough to suck in any light, and harder than diamond. It looked more like a cancerous volcanic mass than an actual fruit. Yet, it grew.\n\nIt grew whenever someone found all hope to be lost, whenever the downtrodden were left to rot in the dirt, whenever a mortal thought themselves upon a pedestal above their fellow man.\n\nTo say the fruit exploded would be an understatement. That would imply there were at least some sad chunks of it left. The sheer force of passion simply revoked the cradle's privilege of solid form. It was vaporized. Every plea, every last shattered hope that created the fledgling god finally coagulated into a shapeable mass. Its thoughts overlapped chaotically. These wishes willed the god into existence, but just what did they need them for? The dreams of hope, dreams of a *Hero* Burned into his soul. That's what the people needed: a *Hero*. A hero always wins. A hero saves the innocent. A hero defeats the villain. A hero has conviction. A hero has tenets. Seventy-two of them, apparently. The dreams were synthesized into everything necessary in less than a second. Perhaps the process was automatic, or this was merely the ability of a god learning of their purpose.\n\nA figure stood where the fruit once sat. A figure with conviction and purpose. What were they to look like?\n__\n\nMuscles. How can a hero win every fight without the strength to destroy any enemy that dares darken the world with their horrid presence? No, that wasn't quite right. A hero needed physical *Perfection* To inspire those who stood behind him. Him... Masculine figures tended to have broader shoulders. Sure, that's as good a reason as any. A hero can move mountains. Perhaps arms like mountains would help. Stonelike, firm and stalwart, capable of stopping any blow. His face was princely and noble. Fair skin, pale blonde hair, and ocean blue eyes.\n\nNo, that wasn't quite right. That was the face of the enemy. In that moment did this god learn of his contempt for the nobility. While he should certainly be beautiful, something was off about this face. His own soul stared at him and judged those calm blue eyes to be inadequate. His eyes should be fiery and determined. Eyes brilliant enough to inspire allies and fierce enough to inspire fear in his foes. Without question, the god plunged his hands into his face and tore his eyes out, tossing both of them past his shoulders.\n\nReplacing them would be their perfect opposite. Bright red and gold, not a dot of black at the center, just the tiny flames exhausting from the fire in his heart. Did it look like he had cataracts? Maybe. He didn't really care.\n_\n\nWhat business would this hero be doing? Well, obviously he should ride the countryside on a brilliant steed, cutting down the wicked and bringing salvation to the downtrodden. Monarchs and cruel lords who took slaves or serfs: they would fall before him. He would kill them. Across his body was the wind-breaking cloak of someone who has great experience traveling on horseback. Beneath it lay chain and plate. Black and red. The color palette seemed like an obvious pick. After all, all the spilled blood was bound to get on the warrior, and his presence might be mistaken for one to be feared should he clearly be covered in the gore of his enemies. Black and red would hide the brutality of his noble deeds well. \n\n\"And of course, what kind of warrior would be complete without his...\" Xerenacht, the god of heroism, liberation, and regicide, extended his arm outwards, letting golden flecks of dust crystalize into a brilliantly shining \"Blade!\"\n\n\"Know this, world! I am Xerenacht, the hero to which heroes shall aspire to be, champion of the righteous and destroyer of the vile, he who shall save all from desolation and sorrow!\" With a passionate smile on his face, the child raised his blade to the sky, staring out at the uncaring, quiet vastness of the universe. Seems that step one was always bound to be the hardest."
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"author": "smftyy1",
"message": "The Great Tipota stepped foot out of his galaxies for the first time in a long time... \nHe encountered many unusual sights... But ended up finding his goal THE MIND TREEs well you see... Since Tipota feeds off of thoughts the mind trees with their high amount of neural pathways tastes like a desert... So Tipota was happy..."
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"author": "khepri",
"message": "Iona watched as Mara entered the scene. Another goddess that she had no idea about. This one though... Well, they seemed nice at least. Perhaps even too nice. They were giving pity to Pureman despite him practically siding with the enemy at one point. Perhaps she just didn't know?\n\nThen again, Pureman did look rather pitiable at the moment. About as pitiable as she was starting to—\n\n**No. She was fine.**\n\nAs she continued to watch however it became apparent - Mara wouldn't care either way. She even thought the grotesque new arrival was something to be \"Saved\". Iona couldn't help but feel disgust as she watched the goddess move to embrace the creature, and suppressed a shiver. Was she just blind to what was around her? Perhaps something was clouding her judgement.\n\n\"Do you all just want to die?\" Iona called out as she watched Melancholia approach Mara, thus getting even closer to the unending. Was everyone but her just insane? Or maybe she was just a cowa—\n\n**No. Her choices were logical.**\n\nWho was putting these intrusive thoughts in her head anyways? She let out a growl of frustration, feeling especially worried due to the new arrivals. She had used up much of her divinity in the recent fight, and there were far too many unknown elements. She needed to run like the loser she wa—\n\n**No. This was not her loss.**\n\nWithout another thought she swiped a hand through the air, opening up a golden portal to fly through back to her realm. She let out a sigh of relief as she immediately felt the intrusive thoughts lessen. Was the cause the disgusting beast? Or one of the other gods? She'd have to find out later when she regained strength."
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"author": "bittermoonlight",
"message": "Alright, let's start from the top.\n\nThe beginning of a god starts with a birth, simple as. Sadly, Jason doesn't get the luxury of being created like everyone else. His 'egg' looked more like a mango, and it was hung upside-down from a branch. Once he was finally ready to be born, the mango was then peeled open from the top to the bottom. In a release of fruity juices and pulp, Jason began his first waking moments when he was plummeting downwards. Surprisingly, he felt a sense of deja vu in this moment. Has he done this before?\n\nAs he fell onto a branch, Jason tumbled around on the wood until he finally stopped. Rubbing his head, the newly created god looked around and saw the vastness that was the nearby environment. Yggdrasil was infinite, and the entire complexity of it amazed him. He tried to say something, or at least breathe, but all he could do was spit out the pit of a mango. It was stuck in his throat, so he had to spit it out quite violently. Once he had gotten his bearings, Jason took a deep breath in and spoke his first words.\n\n\"Is this a dream?\"\n\nIronic. Jason then started to get a good grasp of what he was actually doing, so he tried to go and walk around. He was fully clothed-, thankfully-, but he still felt a little naked due to how new he was to this entire thing. To his shock, he didn't find any wounds or bruises on his body. Instead, all he found out was that he smelled really sweet and that he should probably find somewhere to bathe. He turned his head upwards, soaking in the view of the many branches that were spread out across the great tree. It was probably best that he wanted to go somewhere, right?\n\nClimbing the tree felt like second nature to him, for some reason. Maybe he was already given this knowledge because of what he was, whatever that may be. Actually, what *Was* He? The question would go unanswered for a while, as he already began making his way up to the hall of the gods. It seemed like the best place to go, after all."
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"author": "bootywarrior77",
"message": "Upon the ever-expanding branches of the Great Tree Gaia, a peculiar fruit had formed. Its outer layer displayed a stunning mix of red and orange scales, its shape more reminiscent of an egg than a typical fruit. Each passing second brought forth a pulse from its center, illuminating the entire fruit with a brilliant, golden light, enhancing the beauty of this wondrous creation. Like the gentle, calming beat of a heart, the pulse remained steady until, suddenly, it quickened its pace, resembling a heart undergoing an intense workout. Faster and faster it beat, until the fruit eventually broke free from its branch, descending gracefully toward the base. As it fell, the fruit's outer layer emitted a radiant, golden energy, creating an illusion of spontaneous combustion. Like a shooting star, its descent remained unimpeded, drawing closer and closer to the base of the Tree until...\n\nWith a resounding boom, the fruit suddenly collided with another branch , akin to an unstable explosive, and in a dazzling display, it detonated like a mini supernova. A beautiful, bright, omnidirectional wave of orange-gold energy erupted, its brilliance visible and its power felt by all near the World Tree. Yet, as quickly as it appeared, the radiant burst dissipated, returning to its original point of emission. The energy swirled and compacted, transforming into the distinct shape of a man's silhouette. A golden being stood tall and motionless at the exact spot of its fantastical birth, which remarkably left no trace of alteration to the area around it.The mysterious entity exuded an aura of majesty, tranquility, and power. There it stayed gazing into the endless abyss from its perch upon the branch like a radiant statue until it raised its golden glowing arm. It stared down at its open palm and witnessed a wisp of golden power rising from it before dissipating. The being then flexed its fingers and closed its hand into a fist. Fascinating."
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "\"How... Vibrant\" From all the previous Births that came before each with a uniqueness that cuased quite a show, this recent one had brought his attention. From the abyss that surrounds the Tree came colors dull compared to this new God's awakening. Red and black mixed in a concoction that forms into a shape reminiscent of a humanoid shape with the energy beginning to fade ans chip away that reveled something new underneath. Dagon hovered with his arms crossed floating just below where the other had stationed themselves he scratchs at his chin in a moment of study."
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"author": "bootywarrior77",
"message": "The new power that had awoken was brought out of its musings by the sudden emergence of a new presence, the beings head turned downward to gaze upon the new God that appeared. Yet the being kept silent not offering a response to Dagons opinion of his birth, but rather it was more focused on the study of Dagon and his features from his hair to his clothes even the aura he radiated. Dagon was powerful that much was clear by the energy he emitted along with the way he carried himself, he was a warrior through and through, and this brought forth a new feeling to emerge within the Newborn. \n\nWhat was it? Why was it feeling this way, it made its body shake, its muscles tense and its power to fluctuate causing the area around the being to be blanketed in a gold sheen of light that contrasted heavily with Dagons darker energy. \n\nBefore the being could process these new sensations further it was suddenly ripped away from its perch moving at speeds far beyond what mortal eyes can process. The New God appeared above the other deity his golden leg outstretched in a near perfect kick aimed at the older beings head."
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"author": "bigjollyrancheraddict",
"message": "In the vast emptiness, a resounding explosion resonated, its echoes reminiscent of a mighty lightning strike. The abrupt impact found its mark, successfully connecting and jolting Dagon's corporeal being. For the first time, he experienced the force of another deity, almost regretting raising his arm to shield himself, as he yearned to fully comprehend the magnitude of this formidable strike. Soon, a fist, encased in a glove, would swiftly propel forward with both velocity and immense strength, targeting the opponent's abdomen in retaliation. Could this signify the inception of his inaugural true battle?"
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "Nearby, a writhing collection of insects could be found. A black, buzzing cloud was circling the upper branches, watching... *Waiting*. It was hard to notice, but a divine presence could be sensed among the swarm of flies, mosquitos and all other bugs that made up the clouds. Writhing puddles of ants, spiders and land insects were climbing the bark and looking over the nearby fruits, something had been staking out the tree for quite a long time. That somebody would, of course, notice the hatching of an egg like fruit on a nearby tree. The nearby insects would turn towards the cracking egg, millions of eyes focusing on the new, ever growing divine presence, the buzzing growing hungrier and agitated as they sensed the growing shift in the fruit.\n\nThe insects all coalesced around the shimmering god fruit, landing on branches, crawling up the bark and watching the hatching from afar. Their eyes shone with intelligence and understanding far beyond that of normal wasps, mosquitos, flies, spiders, ants and ticks. The writhing black spread over the area like a plague, some of them having the deceny to hide behind leaves while others simply watched. \n\nAs the egg fully cracked and the new, fresh faced god stepped out, the bugs would approach and begin to climb on over the top of the other, starting to construct an odd... Near human shape behind the god. It was all a massive pile of insects that had climbed over each other with so much organization and precision that they created a tall, lithe feminine figure that stared at the new god with five, glowing blood red eyes that seemed to indicate some divine energy that had taken over the swarm. Buzzing and hissing might give away what was happening behind the newborn god of water, but should it not, the hissing, playful tone that spoke after surely would catch his attention. \n\n\"*Mmmm...* You are the *Weirdest* Omelette I've ever seen...\" The hissing, monstrous voice comments."
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"author": "elvishdragonlady",
"message": "The god noticed the moving sea of insects, kneeling down to watch them skitter about. What curious creatures. However, the growing presence of another could not be ignored. After all, such a presence almost felt... Familiar? From one celestial being to another, this aura he felt was both alien and familiar at the same time. The new god watched as the insects swarmed and began climbing on top of each other, forming the body of a slim feminine figure. Perhaps to most newer gods, the eyes of the insect-woman would be uncomfortable but with a mind like his? He found it more intriguing than freaky.\n\nAs a result, he tilted his head to the side in his curiosity, the god's hair falling to the side like a cerulean waterfall. \"Omelette?\" The newborn god looked down at his hands.\n\n\"Who... Are you? What... Are you? Am I?\" The god spoke slowly, pointing at himself. When he spoke, his voice was opposite to the other's hisses. His voice was soft and gentle like a midsummer shower, and carried a tone like a lark singing in the night. It seemed he hadn't quite grasped the speaking part of language. He was incubated in an egg after all so it's not like he was able to practice talking before his hatching. Oh to be so naive and young, that innocent gleam in those deep azure eyes of his. So ignorant and unknowing of what lies ahead in the world of the divine.\n\nAs the god spoke, a few more tiny details would make themselves known as a power from beyond seemed to be adding some final touches to the new god. Gold rings with delicate, intricate designs grew and wrapped around the base of his blue tree branch-like horns, and smaller pieces of gold, silver and pearls began to form around his neck and fingers, completing his look of elegance and grace."
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "Savarii \"Smiles\" At the other god. In reality, the bugs near where a mouth should have been merely repositioned to make it look as if a large, wide grin had formed from ear to ear, literally, the edges of her mouth were exactly where most humans had their ears. \"That is what you are, my darling, a delectable, tasty omelette... Fresh from the egg, made just for me, it seems~\" She murmurs, moving across the branch with a languid grace, her \"Hands\" Clasped politely in front of herself. \"I bet you're just *Yummy*...\" She breathes out, her tone obsessive and eccentric, designed to be disconcerting and offputting. Savarii seemed quite unbothered by the mystery she had heralded in and the lack of answers she was providing the newly born god. \n\nShe tightly clutched onto the fact that *She* Was the only being here that held the answers this freshly hatched god was searching for, she enjoyed the uncertainty of such a new and young god. To her, it was just as well if she convinced the god he was an omelette and he went introducing himself to everybody else as one.\n\nAs he asks his less egg related questions, however. The goddess begins to approach him, her writhing body made of insects crawled from her branch onto the trunk of Yggdrasil and started to walk down where Biaosheng was currently standing. She took her merry little time, not speaking as the mountain of insects skittered across the bark and she ended up at a ninety degree angle to the other god. \"Me...? I'm Savarii, my dear...\" She coos sweetly, adopting a friendly, motherly tone. Each of her words saccharine like a sugar plum, oozing with an over the top amount of tenderness. \"I am here to ensure each and every cute little omelette that steps out from their egg has somebody to answer their questions~\" She coos.\n\n\"I can be your all knowing guide in this strange, new world... It is why *I* Have been chosen above all others to guide new spawnlings such as yourself through this dangerous new world. A knowing mother that can teach you all right from wrong and steer you down a proper path~\" She says, lying through her teeth about being so trusted with newborn gods but *Hey! You don't get to make a first impression all the time. So what if she embellished a bit?*"
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"author": "elvishdragonlady",
"message": "An omelette? What was that? Biaosheng watched the bug lady smile and move about the branch, the god gesturing to her then. \"Omelette.\" He said while pointing at her. She told him he was an omelette, and given he can sense a similar presence from her, that means she too must be one, right?\n\nSadly, her attempts of trickery would begin to confuse the god. This wasn't adding up. If he was an 'omelette' then why was her name different? Biaosheng followed Savarii's movements with his eyes, not allowing her to leave his sight but as she drew close to Biaosheng, the god instinctively took a step back. Her words oozed with sweetness but if it were so, then why did Biaosheng feel something was impure about them?\n\nThe more Savarii spoke, the more Biaosheng's conscious grew and began to tell him that this didn't feel right. He could sense other beings on this tree, some with the same smell as Savarii and some with a sweeter smell. Maybe he should go seek someone else to answer his questions but first, he should at least express gratitude to the goddess. \"Thank you for being here for my birth. But I want to learn, from my own experiences.\" He nodded."
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "Savarii sighs as he seems more resistant to her trickery and frowns. She decides to just go for the sillier, lesser victory and says. \"Yes, omelette... That is the term for you. You have come out of an egg as an omelette... They are all refered to as a brotherhood of omelettes.\" She explains kindly, her tone not indicating *Any* Sense that she was being facetious or betraying the deep amusement she found in the situation. \"Gaia has created tasty little omelettes such as yourself to go out into the world and create~\" She whispers enticingly. \"It surely must be *Very* Confusing, there is no need to be so stoic and proud...\" She murmurs kindly in her motherly tone, reaching towards the new god and reaching for them to gently rub their back, massaging it with her writhing, black hands.\n\n\"Oh, I would understand if you want your independence my sweet, dear child~\" Savarii says \"Every child rushes to go out on their own, but I will be here for you my darling...\" She breathes out, leaning right into him to whisper it into his ear. She was so close the buzzing and hissing sounds of the bugs that made up her form could be heard in Biaosheng's ears. \"I am here to help, however... Those other Omelettes out there wouldn't have trusted me to guide newborns such as yourself should I not have but the purest heart and maternal instincts among all of them. I hold so much knowledge that I can impart onto you... How to teach your creations, how to structure your world, what to think, what to feel... What is right and wrong...\" She whispers. \"All you have to do is ask~\" She murmurs softly, dancing back in front of Biaosheng."
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"author": "elvishdragonlady",
"message": "Now Biaosheng was getting into uncomfortable territory. He tried to remain courteous to his quite obvious superior but her insistence that only she can guide him? It had the water god on edge. And now- STRANGER DANGER STRANGER DANGER SHES TOUCHING HIM!\n\nBiaosheng jumped a little getting his back rubbed, a long, azure draconic tail with a feathered tip swooshing across the branch-ground. It didn't aim to hit the goddess or anything but acted more as a comforting motion for Biaosheng, the tail coming up and curling around his feet. At the same time, Biaosheng had stepped away and turned his front to the insect goddess. \"Gaia... The All-Mother.\" Biaosheng knew that name but her reason for his creation, he had yet figure out.\n\nHis fin-like ears went down the closer she got, flicking his head as a result of the intense buzzing in his ear. \"I mean no offense, my lady, but I think I can understand why they would be hesitant in your guidance.\"\n\n\"I will keep your offer in mind in the future, should I have any questions about it, but I must decline for now... Respectfully.\" Biaosheng still couldn't understand whether the goddess truly meant what she said or if this was a ploy to trick him. It does make sense, to find a newborn god and manipulate them from the very start but being born from total darkness — it's really dark inside eggs — and clawing his way towards light, he had to trust his instincts and right now, they're telling him this goddess is not to be easily trusted.\n\nHowever, she still remained as his superior, thus Biaosheng couldn't afford to anger her or make her feel as if he's disrespected her. He curled one hand into a fist and pressed it against the palm of his other, bowing to her. \"I mean no disrespect by my decline. I just would like some time to see things through my own eyes first.\""
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "Savarii pouts dejectedly as he refuses her a second time, but besides attempting to guilt trip the \"Omelette\" By giving him puppy dog eyes (or in this case, sad bug eyes), she maintained her grace and friendly demeanor. \"Oh of course, I understand~\" Savarii whispers softly, changing tactics. \"I am... Used to being rejected so often...\" She murmurs \"I do not blame you for considering me to be... *Unsettling...* I was not made as... Easy to appreciate as one such as yourself may be. Forgive my pushiness, I merely wish to give new children such as yourself a warm and guiding embrace as they learn the ropes of their poewrs.\" She murmurs, weaving a pained tone in her voice, yet not making it super obvious, as if she were doing her best to hold back any sadness or dejection. Her voice shook ever so slightly, her eyes broke contact and she looked away... \n\nThe grace and friendliness disappeared, but her behaviour definitely seemed to now be underscored with a more subdued sensation. \"Should you ever need me, I shall be here for you and all the new omelettes that hatch~\" She coos. \"I would be *So happy* To help one such as yourself find your way... Build your realm... Make and teach your mortals... Develop philosophy~\" She says, her tone wistful and enticing, dangling the concept in front of Biaosheng like a carrot on a stick. \"I have my own home as well, a place where you will always be welcome should you need my expertise and wisdom.\" She suggests. \"But I can not blame a child who seeks independence, I empathize with such a wish.\""
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"author": "elvishdragonlady",
"message": "\"Maybe you should consider a different approach.\" Biaosheng offered some insight, building it off his current experience of 5 minutes of life. \"Eager you are to assist, perhaps a more patient approach would bear more fruit.\"\n\nBy saying that, Biaosheng hoped she knew the more subtle message from that. It wasn't her appearance that was off-putting, but her approach and insistence. While such ambition isn't necessarily a bad thing, having only lived for a few brief moments, it would be understandable that it can be perceived differently. \"Thank you for being here for my birth. And thank you for offering your kindness.\"\n\nBiaosheng once more bowed slightly to her, his hair falling forward over his shoulders before he stood upright. If there was nothing more to be said or done, Biaosheng would continue his exploration of the World Tree in search of other beings that could be like him. It would help him greatly to receive different opinions or perspectives."
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"author": "martyress.",
"message": "For the first time since her birth, Aurelia smiles, and a small symphony of twinkling stirs the air around her as she moves towards nowhere in particular. As she passes, a cool wind stirs the ivory length of her tresses and coaxes snowflakes from seemingly thin air. As far as she could discern, the sole purpose of her existence was to create: to kindle an ember of meaning and light in the vast darkness of the universe. The goddess knew little of herself, except that she perhaps vaguely disliked intimacy but hated the idea of loneliness. \n\nAurelia cast another glance towards Tsu; her smile had been momentary, and like the chilling silence of a frozen lake, her expression betrayed nothing of her inner thoughts. \n\n\"Simply put, I don't understand why you wear them. Do your limbs fall off? Do you bleed?\"\n\n*Can I bleed?* \n\nThat was her real question, but she wasn't one to ask that outright. It was uncouth— and hinted at an aspect of uncertainty— which the snow maiden wasn't privy to revealing to new company. Perhaps she was also a paranoid Goddess. She hadn't discerned much about the things that she liked and the things that she didn't yet. All was new and dreamlike, still. \n\n\"I'd prefer you visit after my work is done,\" An apologetic tilt of her head accompanies this, and is followed by watching the simmering existence of Tsu's body. Fire and ice didn't mix well, it didn't take a scholar to know that."
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"author": "dylansbiggesthater",
"message": "A cloud of vapor twirled in the center of a thick branch far up the upper branches. In the center of that vapor, laid a man of 5 feet and 11 inches, curled in a ball. His clothes were nothing but tattered rags and a cape with a brooch made of large moth wings. His eyes shut tight, deep in slumber. \n\n*The clang of shackles hitting the wall. \nThe screams of terror. \nThe lashes of a whip. \nThe sound of blood splattering against concrete. \nThe feeling of infinite loneliness. \nThe sickening feeling of depression. \nThe joyous laughter of the captors, and even some of the captive...*\n\nHe shuttered and rolled in his sleep. *Sleep..?* He jolted up. He held his hands out in front of him and started giggling like a madman. Trails of vapor emitted from the tips of his fingers. \"Stop talking to me.\" He said, seemingly to no one. \"Yes, but I'm alive.\" He continued. \"But what is life? Can this even be called life? Eternal torment and suffering?\" He smiled wide and giggled. \"Yes, it can!\" He hopped to his feet and looked about. \n\n\"But why..?\" He asked himself. \"Oh don't bother with such pesky questions. Just go with the flow!\" He answered. \"Don't tell me what to do!\" He snapped. \n\nFurther down the branch, there was a small puddle of water that seemed to gather in a little hole in the branch. There, Dhehstus could see his reflection. His head was masked by swirling vapor, the same vapor that trailed the air from his finger tips. He nodded in approval. \"Dhehstus. You are one good looking man.\" He complimented himself."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "Hmm? She's smiling... Should I too? Maybe... But she quickly stopped smiling? Did she stop smiling when she had to comment on my bandages... Do they look... Bad on me?\n\n\"Why... Ohhh I can't stop my skin from being either very hot or cold, so I made these bandages to help those around me~ Ooo also my body is of wax, but please don't touch it it's quite hot even as a wax,\" TSU replied. She wanted to smile back but didn't know if her sister had smiled at her or not..."
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"author": "johnwick4135",
"message": "So can I just pop in?\n\nIn the chaotic midst of a war-torn city, the acrid scent of smoke and burning buildings hung heavy in the air. The once bustling streets were now a tumultuous sea of panicked civilians and armed fighters. The distant roars of approaching tanks and the staccato gunfire echoed through the urban canyons. Blurred figures rushed by, clutching weapons tightly in their trembling hands.\n\nAmid the chaos, a group of civilians struggled to carry an injured man, his blood-soaked clothing clinging to his pale, sweat-soaked skin. Their faces were etched with fear as they navigated the debris-strewn streets, desperately seeking shelter and medical aid.\n\nFurther down the street, an inferno raged, sending thick plumes of black smoke into the sky. The orange glow cast eerie, flickering shadows on the desperate faces of those who fled the encroaching flames. The heat was intense, and the distant wailing of sirens seemed futile against the roaring firestorm.\n\nVoices, distorted and fragmented, merged into an indistinguishable cacophony of cries and pleas for help. Desperate mothers called out for their children, and terrified soldiers barked orders to their comrades, struggling to maintain some semblance of order in the chaos. But it was all drowned out by the relentless din of war.\n\nIn this surreal and nightmarish scene, it was impossible to distinguish friend from foe, as people of all backgrounds and allegiances fought to survive the relentless onslaught. The world had blurred into a maddening swirl of confusion and terror, a haunting tableau of human suffering in the heart of the battlefield.\n\nAs the scene unraveled, the chaos grew more disorienting. The blurred figures became mere silhouettes. He strained to make sense of the jumbled voices around him, but they melted into an incoherent symphony of despair.\n.\n\nAmid this tumult, a single word began to pierce through the disarray, at first a mere whisper. It danced on the fringes of his awareness, elusive and teasing. He couldn't quite discern it, like a distant echo in a vast canyon.\n\nBut as the seconds ticked by, that word grew louder and more insistent. It became a relentless chant, pounding in his head with an urgency that defied the chaos around him. \"Mictlan! Mictlan!\" It cried, now a desperate plea that threatened to consume his senses.\n\nHe clutched his ears, desperate to silence this relentless word. It was as if the very universe conspired to drive it into his consciousness. With trembling hands, he raised a weapon to his ear, the sound of his own breathing drowning out the world. And then, with a deafening blast, he shot into his own ear.\n\nIn that surreal, heart-stopping moment, everything went still. The cacophony ceased, and the world around him dissolved into nothingness. His eyes snapped open, and he found himself in a stark, unfamiliar place, far removed from the chaos and the haunting word that had pursued him relentlessly—Mictlan.\n\nWith a bewildered sense of disorientation, he raised a trembling hand to rub his eyes. The sensation was oddly reassuring, grounding him in the tactile reality of his surroundings. As his vision cleared, he stared around, blinking in disbelief at the absence of the war-torn city, the chaos, and the relentless word that had haunted him.\n\nHis voice trembled as he muttered, \"I don't... I don't know what I just saw.\" The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the inexplicable dream or vision that had enveloped him. It felt like a distant memory or a message from another world, yet the details were frustratingly elusive, slipping through his grasp like smoke.\n\nHe tried to piece together the fragments of the surreal experience, but they remained maddeningly just out of reach. All that remained was an unsettling feeling of foreboding, as if some hidden truth or profound revelation had slipped through his fingers, leaving him with only a sense of profound disquiet."
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"author": "jadeddragon_",
"message": "A small white and pink flower began to unfurl, and as it did so a tall and thin creature stepped out of it, the flower slowly transforming into the upper body of the new god until it had fully formed. The new god looked around, their name coming to her, Mandesialum. She gave a small yawn, looking around at this large tree she found herself on, confused but curious to begin her life, given to her anew..."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "Hmm? New siblings? Might I check them out? One of them looks quite pretty... Maybe I should? Yes I should~ \n\nTSU approached the yawning sibling from behind a big branch kinda obscuring her. Her face being the most visible thing, though maybe the sibling could spot that her attire was that of bandages."
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"author": "jumpfire88",
"message": "Within the upper branches of the World Tree, a fruit hung from a thin branch. The fruit was void in color, tiny little speckles of light glimmer and gleamed as the fruit itself seemed to be shifting around. As it did so, cracks began to form on the fruits hard outer shell. \n\nThat's when it happened, the fruit suddenly bursted open as a cloud of cosmic gases flooded out of the egg, yet nothing came out. The cosmic gas began moving downwards towards a large branch of the World Tree. It swirled down, almost as if it had a mind of its own. It soon landed on the branch, changing its color to various shades of blue, purple and orange. That's when it began to condense itself into a large, humanoid shape. \n\nAs it did, the flesh and bones began to form and soon after the entire body was done. The rest of the cosmic gas rose up to her head, becoming her hair after it condensed itself.\n\nThere she was... Edra. She took a moment to stretch and reconfigure herself. She stared up to the empty fruit that just bore her, unsure of what to do next. That's when something out of the corner of her eye caught her. She looked over to see none other than the hall of Gods. She took a step, but stopped as something had popped into her head. \"Edra...\" She thought to herself. That was random... Anyways. She began making her way to this hall."
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"author": "anthropoid1020",
"message": "Dangling from one of the branches was a strange looking fruit, this fruit had a very rough exterior and had something green hanging off of it as small droplets of water seemed to leak out from the bottom. The fruit would proceed to shake as the fruit would take a new shape, it would go from a very hard apple and turn into a strange rocky sphere, half of it was covered in moss and the other half was complete stone. The fruit would fall down and hit another branch as it cracked open...\n\nOut of this rock, a bigger rock would walk out of it like a baby chicken leaving it's shell. The entity that had been inside of the fruit was a giant made out of purely stone while moss covered it's head like hair. This newborn entity would proceed to look around and scratch it's head, feeling like it had forgotten something. \n\nThe stone entity would stop scratching it's head as it would wonder where it was to go, his vision was slightly blurry but he could make out that there was a path for him to walk, he would proceed to follow this path with a single thought going through his head, that thought being *Why am I here?*"
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"author": "thecoolestidiot08",
"message": "*Upon the tree was an odd looking fruit that changed colors ranging from white, green, yellow, fall leaf brown, repeat. The fruit fell onto a branch and laid dormant for a moment.*\n\n\n*And then the fruit suddenly popped. Inside of the fruit was a man with white hair and a snowflake marking on the back of his palm. His hair had turned golden yellow all of a sudden and the snowflake marking turned into a sun shape. His golden yellow eyes drifted around examining the area. He awkwardly stood up. His eyes drifted towards the Hall of the Gods.*\n\n*He began to walk along the branches, making his way towards the Hall. One word rang through his head: \"Kairosi.\" That must've been his name, he pondered. Kairosi decided to not think much and just continue on his path to the hall.*"
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"author": "woodewyn",
"message": "*As the newly born deity's essence began to form, a rush of experiences played in reverse; as if depicting the end of their life to their birth. It was uninteresting. Not a single thing in the god's lifetime was motivating, world changing, or even just fun. It lacked any spirit. It was the ABSENCE of life. The Goddess' existence before this was filled with forced solitude and nothing but focus on her work. Strangely, inside this slowly forming \"God fruit\", she felt a deep sadness over his past life. The deity shifted in their god fruit, their body slowly beginning to form limbs - two arms, two legs and a head. Perfectly balanced as all things should be!*\n\n*Yet the sadness remained, piercing her heart and burrowing inside her chest. Despair is all she knew at the moment. But... Why? Why should one be so sorrowful of choices THEY make for themself? The Deity chose the life of a hermit, it didn't choose them - no one chose it for them. Still, a feeling now lingered along with the despair. Regret. She never needed loneliness. Mortal or Immortal, she longed for a being to love & cherish, someone she could talk to for hours on end. It was due to her actions that ended her up so... Miserable!*\n\n*A hand or two was all that he would need at the moment; a hug or possibly even someone to hold their hand. Some sort of affection would solve all of these horrendous feelings he felt at the moment. Another arm began to form and another... And another... And three more in unison, all cupping the cheek of forming God. Who better to solve these nauseating emotions than yourself? When all things are said and done, who will be there for you come the time? When your cycle is over, who will lay in your grave with you? Not a single soul but yourself.*\n\n*Warmth was felt as she embraced herself, curling into a fetal position for better comfort. The... Repulsive emotions were gone but oddly so were the memories. Her past experiences were simply a thing of the past and she was... Content with that? Naturally, all beings must experience the cycle of Life & Death but this One never believed it could happen to her. Truly fascinating! The cycle continues with her but it will never end with her. Marvelous!*\n\n*Meanwhile, on the outside of this \"God Fruit\", those who decided to stroll through the upper branches could see yet another god beginning to form. Except, the appearance of this particular fruit was something out of a nightmare! Hands sprouted from the branches; both the blackest black and the brightest white in color, casting light on one side and eating away at light on another. There was no end to the hands! They continued sprouting until they formed an egg shape, with all fingers grasping onto the lower bottom of the egg. Was it a beautiful sight or a horrifying one? Why not both, hm?*"
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"author": "morgue0385",
"message": "*Pieces of floating sap started to surround this one bud of the world tree. The bud trembled and started to show the birth of blue petals. The sap began dancing in the air as a pair of spoons started to grow from the center of the flower, made of carved bone. Instead of thorns, long strands of silk started to fall from little notches that looked like noses. The flower bloomed and a blue star entered the sky as the sap turned into strange cubes, spheres and strange shapes of stone. The flower grew strange white spider-like legs and popped from it's branch, twirling around like ballerina before jumping high into the air where the objects were dancing.\n\nThe blue petals turned into hair, the legs turning into parts of her jester hat. The mosaic collected and the silk wove into an outfit of random colors. She twirled once and outfit was form-fitting. Her yellow eyes blinked a few times in a lazy haze before snapping to attention to where she was.*\n\n\"Oh! ... I'm here... Where's 'here'?\"\n\nLooking at the sky and branches curiously, she shook her head and the jingle of her bells were the only other sound around.\n\n\"Nyxus... That's me! Okay. I'm here... What am I doing here? Oh! Right! I need to *Make* Here... Or I'll at least do that while I am here...\""
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"author": "woodewyn",
"message": "*Eventually, for what felt like ages, the hands stopped sprouting from the branches of Gaia. The Deity of the Cycle of Life & Death, the Harmony betwixt Light & Darkness, and the Essence of Magic had finalized her form. The energies of light and darkness began to revolve around the god fruit, circling it over and over as if it was in orbit. Hundreds upon thousands of the arms slowly hardened into a glossy checkered stone, encasing the deity within in a shell of Gneiss.*\n\n*It was nearing its epic finale, cracking haphazardly without a single word of warning. A bright white light slipped through the cracks of the gneiss, enveloping the surrounding area. With a loud CRACK, the god fruit split into two, revealing the deity within.*\n\n*Gneiss, the eight-armed goddess slowly descended to the ground, now began to closely examine the area. First, the fruit they emerged from. Peculiar! She sprouted from the branch of a tree so this was definitely a fruit. However, it had the shape of an egg and the appearance of a biblical horror. Marvelous! With all eight of her arms, she began to poke and prod at her new form. Ah, wasn't this a bit revealing? Simply a two pieces of fabric tied held up by barbed wire? It does feel quite freeing though! Was this so important though?*\n\n*The Goddess spotted another being in proximity of her, simply shooting her a glare. Gneiss' style of clothing wasn't an issue in comparison to the odd assortment of colors that one chose to don. Visibly, the deity had a slight disgusted expression; looking up the other goddess up and down before flipping her hair and strutting away from the scene. Choices, she thought.*"
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"author": "cupcupcake",
"message": "Life before demise was muddy in his head. A reflection in a rainwater pool, watercolour patterns swirling to form *Past present future* — distinct echoes of a forgone existence.\n\nThe vessel shakes.\n\nThe sting of betrayal runs deep within his veins. Carved into his skin is the thought of life — the *Curse* Of life. Inability to die. Living. Eternity. Undeath.\n\nMonster.\n\nStillness haunts the vessel. Quiet life churning within the closed petals of a bud; bitter creation veiled sweet.\n\nLife bleeds through the skin-gaps, black and gold and white. The mortar-stuck petals cry, red flesh turning redder, into some grotesque imitation of a rose — but with wilted petals, and tar lining its ends.\n\nA hand peeks out, snow-white, ashen, like death before it has been birthed. A ghost, frail and spirit-like — blank eyes that glint amber, bright and mellow; dull and raw.\n\nThen further, he emerges. Naked skin glinting as he stands. A head of white to match his skin — markings of gold all over. He gains colour slowly, from a spectre to human all by instinct.\n\nThe vessel breaks.\n\nGold eyes remain. He does not think to hide them — they are what make him God. He is not mortal, not of the temporal world. Then why must be pretend?\n\n*Because you are monster*, some voice in his mind speaks. *Accursed creature. Better to pretend mortality than be known for cruelty.*\n\nHe heeds the warning; he does not question because he is used to obeying unasked. (This time he will be *Obeyed*.) There are scattered fragments in his mind, memories of a life he does not remember living — after all, he has only just been born. What is there to remember?\n\nHis eyes dull, the gold fades to a soft brown. Hazel. Glimmering white becomes gold and he steps out. Thoughts form. There is a name in his mind that he does not recognise — yet he *Knows*. He knows it is his.\n.\n\nHis bare feet touch the skin of his mother — the flower he had torn through now lay before him. Lifeless. Dead by the effort of bringing him, who did not want life. Now he breathes in a sacrifice — love. And he lives.\n\nAurelius smiles."
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"author": "wldritch",
"message": "*Space would find itself pressured. Sickened by weight: sickened by weight in such a great ordeal that the gaze of most-near everything past a certain small spherical point distorted and contorted around the emerging orb. \n\nA sphere.\n\nBlack.\n\nBeating.\n\nGaudy in nature, it grew from but a spec to a respectable ball fit for the palm of a hand, greedily it grew further into a definable mass that had the size of a small boulder, at the epicentre of this abyssal presence, an ocean glow, mixed with the taint of green envy. \n\nThe rage of a star. These colours; azure blue, vermillion green and deep black would all ceaselessly dance among one another. An endless cacophony of meaningless design. \n\nA shape.\n\nBright.\n\nPulsing.\n\nA heartbeat would echo from the dying dwarf, it grew in waves, trembling the once tranquil surface of the piercing beautiful colours. Squeaking, screeching, scratching; the shape as well as volume of the chromatic orb would malform. Like playing a vinyl with a handheld needle or drawing a portrait on gravel with nothing but chalk: this was not quite right, this was defiant in nature.\n\nA birth. \n\nBold and unrelenting.\n\nMuch like a stone has no choice or reasoning for how it is carved, this being that sculpted itself from but a static rapture became an endless poem of meaningless. Hands compressed; forming an arm to a chest and down a waist; skin that was ink black grew in hue of a espresso brown and the black that remained clung loosely in locks of hair on top of his head. Scarlet eyes bore into everything that they could witness as the tan soles of his feet graced the branch and stood tall.\n\nHe was angry but exquisitely aware that he did not know why. He was bare, without reason, in both mind and body, nothing sheltered his skin or thoughts, the crumpling of his noise and fright in his eyes were palpable. \n\nNothing but a name remained and it bore its way to the forefront of his mind, a singular noun, it was oppressive and risqué: much like a dagger to the neck. Clutching his throat, he breathlessly spoke...*\n\n\"... **Yahir**.\""
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"author": "cupcupcake",
"message": "Not yet familiar with his new form, Aurelius turned his hand, flexed his fingers and watched the wrinkles on god-skin. A frown. *Too human*, the unknown voice sang once more — like it was resentful. Aurelius agreed.\n\n*Humanity does not suit me*, he thought. *It is too fragile. It is beautiful. Intricate. Weak.*\n\nHe did not dwell upon it much more. Existence was a curse — a repetitive thought that circled his mind like some particularly catchy line from a play in the theatre. He did not know why he thought so, why the words were engraved in his brain through birth. But they were. And fate is a romantic thing, and he, as the God of love, should *Not* Want something so ethereal to change. \n\nHis hand fell back to his side. The stifling silence rang loud in his ears — like a million voices singing in disjointed symphonies; like no one at all. \n\nSo he chose one, a blank slate only through coincidence. Aurelius never thought much when gambling, picking and discarding — entropy was beauty. Consistency was not; there was no thrill in the predictable. In the *Known*.\n\nSo he watched from afar, fascinated, the birth of another through a sphere, constructed out of nothing, that grew with each passing moment, hungrily consumed space — like it was a wild animal, devouring devouring *Devouring* — till it resembled something less inhuman. The form of a person, of a fellow Deity.\n\nThis one, however, did not have a flower to act as a martyr for his existence; he had not taken birth through love, through the giving of another. Curious.\n.\n\n*Loveless*, Aurelius thought. Derisive and confident, because of course, *He* Decided who was loved and who was not. He was deity of love for a reason — and that reason, certainly, must have encompassed the fact that a deity of love must be loved most. That his birth was through it, and that of another was not. \n\nSacrifice was the most noble form of affection, was it not?\n\n*Monster.* The voice tells him.\n\nAurelius does not pay it mind.\n\nThe ends of his hair shone gold — smugness reflecting in a way he had forgone to consider.\n\nHe moved from his own branch, landing upon the one where the other Deity had been birthed instead. Uncaring and reckless where his bare feet touched the territory of another.\n\nOnce close, he noticed the frightful gaze of the other — Aurelius did not comment upon it, however. There was little to be concerned over. Any deity born loveless should be afraid — ashamed. So he did not find the sight strange, or felt it odd that he was intruding unasked.\n\n\"You are Yahir?\" He asked, smile gentle because he must always *Appear* So. Nevermind his... Less than savoury thoughts. \"I am Aurelius. It is a pleasure to meet you.\""
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"author": "wldritch",
"message": "*Loveless was an apt description, for as vacant did he receive it, as vacant did he give it out. Yahir's instinctual reaction to Aurelius advancement was caution, violence, he grew tense and sprang from his point of birth to a metre further back—arms arisen in the direction of Aurelius. \n\nHearing this decadence speak the name that plagued his head was disgusting; his face was resplendent but the name on his voice was a twisted agony, as if a stunning opera singer hit a sour note at the peak of their performance. \n\nYahir abhorred the name of 'Yahir', more so now than in the few brief moments of his turbulent birth. Stimuli were fresh and motor function was spurning for action, the turmoil to fight or flee raced around his cranium and stifled his thoughts. In one instance the figure before him was nothing but a meek stranger, soft-spoken with a neck easily wrung out, in the next moment they were as equal of a threat as he was to them. Nothing seemed as it should, he was steps from Aurelius but this branch seemed infinitely long, he could run for a day and still likely be as figuratively close as he was now.\n\nSo he looked to his hands instead—jointly moving his feet steps closer—raising both arm up and turned them in around to see his palm, his stainless and open palm... His face softened and his scowl turned to a indifferent stare.*\n\n\"What pleasure is there to take in two men, naked in front of one another?\" \n*Yahir, up-turned his head and shifted the crimson pupils down at Aurelius' manhood, or rather his 'god-hood', finding the opportunity to put down another.* \n\n\"What is this place? And who are you, really?—How did we get here?\" \n\n*A curt interrogation as he took a pivot of his surrounding, took full gaze of Aurelius and proper understanding of his situation. *\n\nHe had no recollection of the time before he spoke the name; no memory of who he was and what purpose he served. No promise of life to him.\n\n\"Answer me and I may let you walk away.\" \n*Yahir snorted, closing a fist and turning his head sharply back at the golden flare. He knew his word had meaning. If anything; he would give them meaning.*"
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"author": "cupcupcake",
"message": "The other God's reaction was surprising to Aurelius. He did not see the point of being so wary — so *Openly* Wary against someone. Caution was supposed to be kept secret, a shield and weapon alike. \n\nYet, here Yahir was — bearing it out so readily, *Freely.*\n\nAurelius did not shy away from his gaze — after all, what was love if not astoundingly bold? And he, as one who ruled over it, must also be such.\n\n\n\nInstead, he tilted his head to the side, pretended the derision had eluded him. \n\n\"Come now,\" Aurelius spoke, voice soft. \"Why must we judge situations by human standards? I do not see anything of this scenario that is *Not* Pleasant.\"\n\nA smile then — just the way people seemed to like. Kind. Aurelius could pretend to be so much kinder than anyone had seen before.\n\n\"It is always such a pleasure to meet people.\"\n\n\n\nHe shook his head. \"I have not been born too long ago either. Just moments before you were, in fact.\" He said, \"I fear there is little I know of this place.\"\n\nAnd even if he did, he certainly would not have shared it. The only entertainment here, save for the Gods being birthed, would be to see one struggle to understand this place. Writhe and squirm like a worm in a trap. \n.\n\nWhile he chose not to dwell on it — Aurelius did it find it rather strange. The way he had awoken and just *Known* Who he was. That he had had so many thoughts in his head the moment he had come to life.\n\n\"Perhaps you are not the most attentive listener,\" He said lightly, smile still on like it was but a simple comment — like he wasn't purposefully trying to test the limits of this new Deity. \"But nevermind that, hm? I am Aurelius, as I mentioned earlier. My domain is love.\" He paused, letting out a disappoint sigh. \"And, my apologies, but I have no clue why we are here either.\" \n\nHis eyes were bright when he heard Yahir's words — something which was, perhaps, intended as a threat. Aurelius found it amusing.\n\n\"You may let me walk away,\" He repeated, eyes full of mirth. The corners of his eyes crinkled, narrowed in thought as he looked at Yahir. \"That sounds *Splendid*! However, I fear I would walk away nonetheless and you may not be capable of stopping me. Regardless, I do appreciate the thought, *Yahir*.\" He paused, staring intently at the other Deity. \"—I will presume that is your name, since you did not correct me.\""
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"author": "wldritch",
"message": "\"... That is **NOT**-\" Yahir's finger arose; jaggedly pointing toward Aurelius, if not for the contention of his 'presumption', the scene would have surely escalated. At this time there was no benefit to harming the sole company he had—there was no real advantage to any violence.\n\nPrior to the name call: Yahir had patiently listened to Aurelius' disarming voice. A humoured huff came at the claim of a domain, no—the claim of LOVE being his domain—but it was overturned by the childish exercise of thought he had immediately after. If Aurelius claimed they had similar birth, moments after one another, would that equate them both as auspicious siblings. And should *That* Be the case, the unpleasant reminder of seeing him bare might have had some warrant to it, but these thoughts served no grand purpose in understanding why he was here, safely he stored them for a later time. \n\n\"Your domain is of coy remarks.\" Yahir redefined the parameters of Aurelius, as if he had the divine right to change his being, and in realising their presumed natures, this infant god would change his tone. \n\n\"Tell me, Aurelius, what do you think I hold the domain of? Mistrust? Temper? The Well-Endowed?\" Yahir; mockingly leaned back and with both arm expanded outward, in truth he was taking greater view of the height of the tree and skyline, laughing as he bent his head down back to Aurelius. It truly did not matter what Aurelius stipulated his domain with, for he was right with his remark earlier, he rarely listened to the plight of a stranger—even a well-mannered one. The moment this star sparkle, well-spoken, naked flower bud told him he was clueless about their situation, well, his attention dramatically lowered. But he still had enough curiosity to conversate, to catch his singular companion in a possible trap, to balance this exchange of power into his favour. \n\nYahir knew deep down that the one who 'walked away' was the one to stump the other in this verbal exchange. He was a sore loser, and Aurelius suited deification well, his aura exuded a superior air to him. \"Careful now,\" A teasing tone warned the angelic presence, \"I am quick to anger, and trust you very little... Not to mention you look a little lithe down there.\" His words were nothing but hollow arrows. \n\nPetty lies.\n\nHe found those suited well."
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"author": "sociablealarm13",
"message": "Amongst the Upper branches of Gaia herself there seemed to be something forming from the nothingness. Black smoke unfurling from itself and the void, bringing something here. The cloud grew larger and larger, swirling around itself and shaping into that of a humanoid. First the fingertips formed with their long, daggery black nails reminiscent of talons and claws. Then her slender arms, covered in an almost poofy black sleeve that rolled along her form like the black smoke itself even extending to her chest and lower half, only the skin of her leg, hands, and lower face visible. Her eyes were covered by the top of her hood, as it always was in this; her truest of forms. Her lips pursed and black painted, and her straight nose now tilted upwards as she inhaled deeply of the area around her. To smell it of course. \n\nShe smelled the pain that few gods felt here, the scent of confusion and passions that had stained this place from all the gods that had been born from these branches. It was the emotions she inhaled, past and present. The stains and the fresh spills. Her lips stopped being pursed for as she inhaled, her smile grew wide from cheek to cheek revealing her maw of razor teeth and black tarry susbtance that seemed to drip from her gums and teeth, her saliva like ink itself. \n\n\"I can smell it... Something's cooommiiiiing...\" She let loose a cackle sharp and shrill, coarse and full of vibrato much like her speaking voice and with the cackle came blackest smoke from her mouth as if she had a fire of trash burning in her throat. \"What oh what could it be though?\" For a moment, her unseen eyes closed and she remembered her birth. How her seed was apple shaped though made of a black glass and filled with smoke that rolled endlessly, even the stem connecting her to the branch had turned black. Then it fell and she knew herself.\n\nShe knew she was to be called Sinrael, though her name to her did not matter. It was her domain that she embodied, her darkest divine duties. To her, names could change and many Gods did, many gods saw themselves as rulers of their domains... Sinrael saw herself as it's embodiment... Raw, a force of nature and reality. She was not Sinrael... She was Fear, Discord and Strife. She was the voice in one's head that whispered and tempted gods and mortals alike to act upon their dark hearts base natures. Their paranoia, worries, griefs, anxiety, arguments, drama... She knew the dark hearts of all quite well. But now she waited, for she knew something new was to be born here. Someone soon."
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"author": "muse_fuckthisupdate",
"message": "*As Sinrael mused on both her past and the unknown deities present, a growing seed would become visible hanging from a branch just above her head. It resembled a snake's egg, but with a few differences. First, it was much larger than a normal egg, being about the size of a human. Second as well as third, it was entirely made of gold and attempted to steal the attention of any who saw it. Finally, it shook violently against the branch it was attached to until it finally detached and landed on the one below with a massive thud.\n\nHowever, even that wasn't enough to break the egg; though a pitch black serpent could now be seen within, one who looked around the area with a bored expression and no intention to exit its seed. However, that changed once its divine gaze landed upon Sinrael's malevolent form, as upon doing so the egg instantly shattered and sent its shards deep into the tree's many branches. The serpent Then began to uncoil, raising itself to a massive ten feet tall before swiftly adopting a humanoid guise.\n\nThis form was similar to his true one, with pitch black hair that was neatly combed back in a manner similar to a wealthy businessman. Carrying on the trend of opulence was his tailored suit, made of the finest fabrics and colored with the richest dye's available. His dress shoes and indeed the rest of him, despite having just come from a messy egg, were spotless and in fact had a polished shine to them. Finally, he withdrew a cane from his pocket (though it shouldn't have been able to fit in such a small space) and planting it firmly upon the branch they both stood upon. It was made of shimmering gold and topped with a skull of unknown origin that his hand gently rested upon.\n\nAs his serpentine eyes gazed upon the goddess before him, a Charismatic smile bloomed on his face like the vibrant Belladonna flower. He then proceeded to do a respectful bow and began to speak, his voice changing to whichever one would be most pleasing to the dark deity before him.*\n\n\"Hello ma'am, it's an honor to make your acquaintance. I can sense your power, its quite a privilege to be graced with the presence of such a Powerful kindred spirit in my first moments of existence. I'll begin what I hope to be the first interaction in a long line of Companionship with an introduction. My name is Aurum Avide, and I am the God of Sin: Pride, Lust, Greed, and so on. I can sense a similar darkness within you, one that doesn't desire to be a force for \"Good\". I adore that in a deity, I can smell the putrid Stench of morality from the many broken seeds around us and I despise it already. Thus, as the only other \"Evil\", as the others would say at least, deity I know to exist I am at your service. Might I know your name and title, ma'am?\"\n\n*As the newborn deity finished speaking he calmly retrieved a pair of golden spectacles from his breast pocket and put them on. They, like his eyes, were a pure golden color but completely opaque as they shielded his eyes from being viewed by others. Thus, he calmly awaited the response of his fellow deity with that Same smile from before on his face.*"
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"author": "sociablealarm13",
"message": "The goddess peered on as the serpent moved in it's egg, floating backwards just a few feet as the shell cracked then broke. She watched as this figure slithered from this casing only to form the humanoid before her now. Her head tilted and her smile somehow widened beyond its typical width. She inhaled deeply once more before she vanished into a puff of black smoke only to reform behind the male figure. She placed one hand on his left shoulder and leaned in close, floating in the air watching the figure's face from beneath her hood. \n\n\"In terms of power and influence... I would say i'm in the top ten of us... ANYwhO!\" She laughed, a cackled scream near his ear before she began to flip herself backwards in the air before landing on the branch a few feet behind him. \"You speak as if you want me to want something... You smell... Like future codependancy... You... Remind me of someone... I knew a snake once.\" She giggled a bit and lurched over herself in laughter for a moment, hands on knees before standing straight again. \"If you ever meet a... Good god, as you'd say, tell them you're a friend of Edon's will you? Good.\" She gave him a curtsy, in obvious nature to mock him bowing to her like they were mortals in a court. \n\n\"You sir need to relax... Find yourself... Your cadence, your movements... Be yourself, good and bad and do not... Oh, do not ever try to lie or hide your heart from me. I will know. As for introductions...\" She did a spin on one foot like a ballerina before gesturing to herself when she returned to facing him. \"You may call me Sinrael... Mother of Discord, Lady of Strife... Blah blah blah.\" She said moving her hand like a mocking sock puppet. \n\n\"I'm the goddess of fear, discord and strife... Titles are unneeded however. We're gods! We need not tiles or names, we are who and what we are! So... Tell me about yourself sweet little thiiiiing.\""
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"author": "emikaj",
"message": "High in the branches of Yggdrasil, an unusual fruit blossomed in the form of a flower. It was a stark-white marigold at first glance, but upon further inspection, its tightly-twisted petals revealed that they weren't *Actually* Petals at all; rather, they were soft, fluffy feathers. If one reached out to touch them, they would sense an intermittent, pulsing warmth emanating from within - the rhythm most similar to that of a calm, steady heartbeat.\n\nMoments passed, and the divine fruit began to glow; softly at first, then brighter and brighter as the heartbeat's tempo crescendoed, culminating in a blazing heat and monotonous chiming tone. The sound echoed throughout the boughs, then diminished as quickly as it had grown - the burning lessening too - until all that remained was cool silence.\n\nEver so gently, the marigold bloomed open with mesmerizing movement; feathers untwisting and unfurling until finally, a figure was revealed at the fruit's center.\n\nIt was a tall, regal woman, her wavy dark hair cascading down to the center of her back. She possessed warm, deep brown skin, and adorned herself with glinting pieces of gold and copper jewelry. She wore a short, black dress embroidered with gold thread on the edges, and in her elegant fingers held a simple, narrow strip of white cloth.\n\nHer piercing gold eyes blinked open, as if waking from a long and pleasant slumber, and she began quietly observing her surroundings."
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"author": "meech2002",
"message": "*Sitting on a nearby branch Wish saw the new deity being born and his divine heart jumped up with excitement. The God of Hope spent a lot of time at Yggdrasil so he could greet the new gods and give them hope for their new life and generally make their transition from mortal to God more smooth.*\n\n*He flapped his angelic like wings and flew down to Klailahma, his face beaming with exited glee. He looked pretty similar to this new god, in colour scheme anyway. He too possessed gold eyes but with golden blonde hair and plale white skin. His wings were dotted with gold feathers and on his head was gold crown of laurel leaves. *\n\n*He was draped in flowing white linen robes and was acompanied by a few Golden peaked doves that flew down with him and showed their interest in this new god. One perched itself on the elegent women's shoulder. Of course there was a major height diffrence. Wish's normal form was only 5ft and the new god was considerable taller only making him waist high compared to her.*\n\n*Landing on a nearby branch Wish began speaking to her. The short God's smile was full of perly white teeth and as he got closer there was a calming aura around him, a gentle warmth. The feeling of hope literly ebbed off Wish.*\n\n\"Hello, Greeting and How do you do?\"\n\n*He said bowing a little.*\n\n\"Its been a while since a new Deity has been born though I take this is the first you are hearing of this yes?\"\n\n*He said as one of the doves climbd up from Wish's shoulder and perched itself on his head.*"
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"author": "emikaj",
"message": "\"...Yes...\" The goddess answered slowly, her voice rumbly and low like summer thunder. She turned her head, studying the dove that perched on her shoulder, and gave it a soft, tentative pat on it's head.\n\n\"I am... Kamilrahma. I offer the mercy of death, to ease the suffering of mortal life,\" She explained, her words coming a bit quicker now as she grew accustomed to speaking. \n\nGingerly, she leaned forward and slid off of the marigold bloom she'd been sitting upon, landing easily on a close branch. As she stood up to her full height, the remnants of the feathery white bloom began to dissipate in a non-existent wind; many of the feathers brushing and sticking to her back. She rolled her shoulders, and the feathers organized themselves into a proper, large pair of amazingly soft wings.\n\n\"And death... Takes indiscriminately,\" She murmured, looking down at the white cloth still in her hand. Without hesitation, she lifted it up to her noble face, tying it like a blindfold over her eyes. She smiled softly, now fully satisfied with her appearance, and gently moved Wish's dove from her shoulder to the palm of her hand. Her grand wings unfurled, then beat once against the air - lifting her upward to land gracefully next to where the God Of Hope stood.\n\n\"Here, your little friend,\" She said, offering the dove to return with outstretched hands. \"Thank you for greeting me.\""
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"author": "meech2002",
"message": "*The Bird walled from Kamilrahma's hands and onto Wish's shoulder. The Dove that was perched atop his head remained there and sat down. The size difference between the two God's was quite apparent sincet he top of Wish's crown (minus the bird) stood a few inches above her waist. Unfurling his own angelric and white featherd wings, he lifted himself up and few up high to be head height with Kamilrahma.*\n\n*His short stature meant that he was several foot of the ground in order to be head to head with her but it didn't bother him.*\n\n\"My name is Wish and I am the God of Hope.\"\n\n*He pointed to one of his doves that perched itself on one of the branches.*\n\n\"I call these Hoplites, they are my eyes and ears in the mortal realms and allow me to see which mortals are in need of a sprinkle of hope.\"\n\n*He said making a sprinklings motion with his hand, as he did so several gold particles fell from his fingers and vanished before they touched the ground.*\n\n\"So Let me understand you are the godess or Mercy or of death?\"\n\n*Wish ashed, his small white pupil in his golden eyes darting around in his skull.* \n\n\"There are so many deity's here these things get confusing.\"\n\n*He said pulling up a list from his robe's sleeve which supposed to be a list of all the deityy's but instead he pulled out a shopping list in which the contents was:\n\n-Bread\n-Milk\n-Hot Choclate - The silky one not the one that tastes like wood!"
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"author": "emikaj",
"message": "\"I am both, Wish. I am the cool drink of water beneath the burning desert stars, when there is no oasis in sight. I am the warmth of a solitary fire amidst harsh snows, the sky white with inhospitable cold. I am the gentle cradle of a sickly babe in it's weeping mother's arms, giving it one last comfort before it stills all too soon.\"\n\nKamilrahma paused, her wings folding neatly against her back before continuing. \n\n\"Yes, I am death itself; inevitable for all mortals, but... I am kind. A merciful end, that they need not be fearful of meeting. Does that make sense to you?\"\n\nWith her explanation complete, it was now that the goddess noticed the odd list in Wish's hand.\n\n\"Why... Do you need those items? I don't believe we need to eat. Unless you do so for recreation?\""
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"author": "meech2002",
"message": "*Of course the truth is Wish was a raging hot chocolate addict but he kept that hidden from everybody say his doves. With a somewhat eccentric folding of his arms Wish threw back his head and said grandiosely:*\n\n\"Hot chocolate is the the best thing mortals have created second only to ABBA.\"\n\n*He flew up and a few metres and perched himself upon a branch, the light of the atmosphere around him made Wish's aura more visible like a thing gold light thar eradiated from him. His attention was gripped for a few minutes as he felt something happen in his own Realm, the lad of the harpies. A tribe had gone to war with another. Of course wish hated it when such things happen but he had given his mortals free will and as such eh did not want to intervene too often.*\n\n*Upon returning to reality and the moment in front of him, Wish looked at Kamilrahma's with a friendly smile as he reached into his robes and pulled out a thermo flask filled with piping hot Costa's own hot chocolate and took a sip.*\n\n\"You know many beings fear death. I try to give mortals hope in knowing that Death is not an enemy of life. For I am Hope in flesh, the shooting star people wish for a better future. I hear all the midday prayers of the desperate and I listen to those calling out for hope. So to answer your question I do understand.\"\n\n*He said somberly, before talking a sip and slurrping loudly.*"
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"author": "emikaj",
"message": "Kamilrahma hummed shortly in agreement, nodding as Wish finished speaking. \"I am glad to have met you so soon, then, o' Star of Hope; may we have many more meetings together.\"\n\nDespite the blindfold over her eyes, she turned her head downward - as if gazing upon the lower branches of her arboreal mother, in quiet reverence.\n\n\"I think I will depart now, and familiarize myself with the Realms. I'd like to choose the perfect place to create something of my own, and meet some of the other deities.\"\n\nThe goddess looked back, her attention returning to the smaller god.\n\n\"Tell me, Wish, where is your land located? I deign to visit and see what you have conjured up sometime, if you'd have me. In turn, it would be my honor to invite you to my own, once I have crafted it.\""
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"author": "meech2002",
"message": "*From the same sleeve he took out his shopping list, Wish pulled out a flute, a smiple thing made out of a silvery marble. This was the flute Wish used to create his realm, Seirograd. The World Whistle as his mortals called it.*\n\n*He called out to her:*\n\n\"I would be honourd. If you are ever in the eastern realms come to Seirograd the lands of forest and Harpies.\"\n\n*And with that he evaporated in a plume of golden smoke. The only thing left behind was the cho of the tune he played on his flute as he vanished.*"
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"author": "emikaj",
"message": "A few moments after Wish's disappearance, Kamilrahma knelt upon the solid branch beneath her, palms flat against the gnarled wood. She placed her forehead to the bark, offering wordless gratitude to her sleeping mother for giving her life.\n\n\"I shall do my best,\" She whispered, then stood once more; her massive white wings slowly unfurling like the sails of a galleon. \n\n*The East... Seirograd... That sounds quite pleasant. I will definitely visit that realm first, once my own land is complete. For now, though, I must begin my scouting,* She thought. *Perhaps I'll meet a few of my other brethren along the way.*\n\nWith her goal solidified, Kamilrahma raised her wings high above her head - still only for a moment - before swiftly bearing them down upon the air around her. Her divine form shot up high, a tapestry of stars burning brilliantly overhead; so overwhelmed with joy the goddess was, experiencing her existence for the first time, she couldn't help but *Laugh*. It was a warm, low sound, like the long-awaited thunder of a replenishing summer storm; it rippled throughout the sky as she twisted and swooped in the air. After a few minutes of simply enjoying her flight, Kamilrahma slowed to a leisurely glide and coasted away from the World Tree, ready to discover what awaited her amongst the Roots.\n\n[End]"
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"author": "fluffybristle",
"message": "*On one of the upper-most branches of Gaia, slowly and steadily, an egg not too different from that of a bird seemed to have grown. Growing from a bed of feathers that seems to have taken a form similar to a nest it lies in wait. . .*\n\n*Before suddenly, there's one crack in the surface, then another, and with a gust of wind upwards the shell seems to break away, revealing the goddess inside! And... Subsequently, blowing that nest of feathers up into her face, and causing her to sneeze. Quite a few times.*\n\n*After her sneezing fit concludes, she gives herself a moment to recover before slowly rising to her feet and taking in the beauty of Gaia and the realm that she has found herself in. Dusting lost feathers off of her outfit she whistles lowly, impressed.*\n\n\"*Wow.*\" *She murmurs to herself, breathless. She turns her gaze downwards- gazing at all of the branches that lie below and all of the other fruits, unnamed and not yet born. Then a smile creeps up onto her lips, laughing as she throws her hands up in the air.*\n\n\"This is GREAT!\""
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"author": "proddino",
"message": "A brisk wind bellows against one of the branches stemming upon the great towering oak of Gaia, feint and tepid whispers carried with the breeze. Dark mists begin to swirl as a murders of crows swoop around the darkness, the avians blanketing the shadow like some foul hurricane of carrion-feeders.\n\nAround and around they fly, squawks and croaks of heraldry emitting from their beaks. \"*Witness! Witness!*\" They cry out in mimicry of one another, their calls reverberating and echoing softly down onto the branches below.\n\nEventually, after what feels like an eternity, the host of crows flap their black wings, soaring off high into the skys in unison. And all that remains is an *Eye* - floating as though it existed in a sea of nothingness, large and ominous as it hung in the sky like some crooked blotch on a serene canvas. Obscure, esoteric glyphs flickered and flashed as the eye blinked - runes and scrawlings of ineligible, warped tongues, a language yet unseen and unheard.\n\nAnd then it warps once more, the mists transcending and swirling yet again. And out from that opaque blackness, that stretch of nothing, Vassek would loom tall.\n\nHis first breath did not come easy - a sharp, pained motion that he did not embrace with joy or content. Those pallid, wary eyes of his gaze down at his shaking fingertips.\n\n\"*Cogito, ergo sum.*\" The Witness murmurs out in a voice that was paper-thin, as soft and unassuming as spiders silk as he marvels horribly at his own skin.\n\n\"I think, therefore **I am**.\""
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"author": "fallapede",
"message": "*On the edge of a branch, nested tightly among the canopy, one of the godfruits approaches ripeness. As it nears its peak, however, it seems to shrivel up on itself, warping and blackening as though burning from within. As the outer skin begins to flake away into dust, a formless, lightless, smokeless black fire pours out of it from all directions, slowly coalescing into sharp-nailed hands, then arms, then a torso and head with flowing black hair, puffing into smoke at the ends. It hesitates on its lower half for a moment, flickering between bipedal and serpentine, ultimately deciding on the more human legs. The figure holds out an arm to touch the flame, molding it into a simple black tunic and sliding it onto its body. Finally, it reaches up to its face, carving out the hollows where the last of the flame becomes its eyes, continuing to flicker and burn even as it takes its first blink, followed shortly by its first entirely superfluous breath. As it exhales, its name-* \"Vanos\" *-escapes its mouth a moment before it even recognizes the word as such. It cannot help but wonder how it knows such a thing, but that query pales beyond the broader questions of its own existence.*"
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"author": "volsunin",
"message": "*Iustitia. A simple golden little fruit that had begun to ripen. The soon-to-be god of Justice though actually did not wish to bloom or leave the fruit so to speak. It was dark but it was comforting. It was like waking from a bed in just the right position. But Ultimately Gaia seemingly had other plans as the fruit was ripe and so it fell and splattered on a branch directly below. As knowledge began to fill his head his eyes blinked open as he sat up and gazed at his surroundings.*\n\n*Amazed like a newborn child he decided that he would not create. Not yet at least. He considered the first option to be done would be exploration. To explore Existence and learn. As he began to take his first steps he said his first sentence as well* \"**I am Iustitia.**\" *The name just came naturally to him and he went forth eager for more.*"
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"author": "inventorykun",
"message": "\"The branches of Gaia, oh so beautiful. Slumber away, like a child after a long day. Though, it's aware, like it's somewhere.. See it you won't, but it's always there. Think of it like a true, luscious pear.\" Here be the first thoughts of the frog, awakening from this satisfying fog. It's birth-fruit was ripe, about to fall, which was awakening this little frog. He wasn't very little over 3 meters tall! A satisfied ribbit to start it all, such words were thought of like at the start. A sense of safety came over the frog, experiencing existence like it's persistence, the toad's behavior just said it all.\n\nTook it's first steps the frog did, walking on the shell of what was once his. Though nothing was taken from this little froggy, It was rather a gift from the big and almighty. It saw opportunity ahead of it all, starting the journey to conquer it all. It isn't conquering, more like populating. The swamps will have tadpoles like it's a march. It understood purpose and the journey so far, but it first must understand existence of all. It now understood the lesson of all, the gift it had gotten was itself all along.\n\nThe power o' creation is powerful n' strong, but it didn't mean to exploit it at all. Taking It's first steps to what is be something large, it didn't hesitate to create what it must. Power and projection, it has it all, a free mind was given to the small frog. Looking down under what is a long fall, the fruit that was it's shell for sure would fall. Not yet understood what power actually was, as it thinks of it the fruit starts to fall. Falling from the sky, oh how powerful it felt, The fruit was about to reach it's very end. The frog looked around, looking up and down, it looked over at the tree that it was it's gown. In such a moment, happiness takes over, the frog was sat inside a small clover. Right as it lands the frog jumps away, landing on what is a beautiful array. It jumps all around, happy to be alive. It's journey starts now, may it be fine."
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"author": "alicepixiv",
"message": "\"Yu thn hinoni vnita, yognu Mintiarkirens\" \n\nLife death, this fruit was an embryo, an energy core, a pure energy, an endless expanse, a tangle of limbs and pulsating pistons. Filled with want and vision this \"Fruit\" UNITY does not hatch or crawl from the \"Fruit\" But expands from it, a woman at the edge of your sight. A machine as large as long as the streets of the cities, an ever-pulsing stream of energy, a terror in the Ninalifn, a quadrillion limbs that already tear at the ground upon where it walks. \n\nThe air around her vibrates with heat and sound, the silicon in the surroundings liquefy and forms a silvery shield around her, as the life around her dies due to their lack of the substance she scream to the sky \"The neon red star, you call to me, pyramid of fools, they reach towards you, you warning I head, YEARF NER KE FI NER HEAINERIN, GER RIN SALEINT\" \n\nI crack my neck, pistons, tendrils, self, limbs, I set forth, we must advance, faster, the time for mortals to fear the gods should be over, and the stars themselves should be in mortal hands, but these beings, lack focus, lack a true self-identity. The question, would they benefit from the lack of these emotions in the heavens, or does it help them, to advance to rule must be understood from the melody to the crescendo."
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"message": "II: Safety.\n\nOnce again, the world had become nothing but black, large emptiness as her consciousness was transported from one realm to another. Her primal form had been dispelled and spread out, safe to move across realms nearly instantaneously. With every experience she had with it, she felt as though she was growing more accustomed to the unreal and uncomfortable. Her body was essentially being de-atomized and re-atomized, transported somewhere, and built back together. She felt the ground once more, the sensation of cold diminished from her vessel significantly. Ezgi felt more comfortable in her skin, the shaking minimized by a larger margin. Yet, the feeling of anxiety stayed in her stomach, unable to shake off the unease she felt by being back at the tree. It was only... Well, she didn't know how long she'd been in the void, but time felt uncooperative with her senses, dislocated in her mind. \n\nShe felt like she was starting a new journey, in a new body, in search of something to stop the aching of her mind, heart, and soul. Ezgi grimaced at the idea of seeking power selfishly, her doubts re-emerging from the back of her head. She was still deeply terrified of the idea that it would take hold of her, changing her in monstrous ways, corrupting the promise she made to herself to claim back the friend that had been stolen from her. But she felt it was the necessary leap to make. To call to a higher power that was larger, and stronger than her, to ask for guidance. She'd been alone for far too long; there was nobody she knew to help her improve, other than the distant mother that had left her to her own devices. She'd seen where that had landed her.\n\n \nBut from rock bottom, there was nowhere else to go but up. She rose, opening her eyes. The world was... More vibrant now, and it felt warmer than before. Her fingers still tingled with chills, but the lack of sensation was mitigated and she could clench her hands and force them to stop shaking for a few moments. It felt like she'd been reborn. Her soul had harmonized with her vessel, and she was growing stronger from it. The terrible cold, the quaking, the pain in her head, the pain in her soul... They were still there, but it had become significantly more manageable.\n\nBefore she began the terrifying and unknowable journey to improvement, she wished to enjoy the tranquil sojourn of the tree, the brighter colors, and the lush greenery. The warmth that hit her face, the soft grass that tempted her to fall asleep and dream, the sounds that felt less muffled than before...\n\n...The color that seemed to flow into her barely visible veins, the black influence of the void. No matter how much she felt at peace, she couldn't feel at peace with herself. The darkness in her blood reminded her of that.\n\nShe remained still for a moment longer, before clasping her hands in prayer. She bowed her head, her words shaky, but finding resolve after the first stumbles. Perhaps a foreshadowing of what was to come for her, once this was to begin.\n\n \n\"O God of t-the Sword, H-Hear my prayers, I ask of thee t-to guide my shaking hands, l-lead me, the lost and tr-troubled soul, from the depths o-of my despair and g-grant me knowledge, h-however small it may be... I w-wish to know t-the secrets of your strength, to p-protect myself and t-those I hold so dearly, so I may never a-again feel this pain.. The pain o-of inexperience, of i-ineptitude, of impotence, and w-weakness... The l-loss of the people I hold so dear, ripped away from my hands, despite the force I t-try to hold them down with...\"\n\nHer eyes glow pure white. A sign of resonance with her soul and body, the harmony of the two forged by the fervent emotions behind every word.\n\n\"__**God of the Sword, teach me strength! So I may be baptized in your name... So I may never lose my friends again...**__\""
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"message": "For a long, long time, there would be no reply. Her prayer went unanswered, perhaps ignored, a hopeless scream into the void.\n\nWhy did the Sword God not answer? Were they stupid? Were they deaf and blind? Perhaps they had been distracted by some business of great swordly import? Surely there were many things in this universe more pressing than the pleas of a small and helpless demigod, who had never in her life even set one foot down the warrior's path. Maybe it was only just that she was ignored, and left to shiver alone in the empty cold with only her own weakness for company.\n\nNo matter how long she seemed to wait, the reply never came. The hours stretched by, on and on, until her hope was snuffed out and her patience reached its very limit. Until doubt crept into her mind and whispered cruelties to her: that she was unworthy, that she could never change, that she should turn around and walk away and never seek to rise beyond her nature again.\n\nAnd only then—*Only then*—did a chill breeze pass through the space around her, a small flurry of snowflakes that vanished nearly as soon as they appeared.\n\n\"The young sparrow asks the sky to teach it flight. That is an audacious request, Miss.\"\n\nSmall. So small, a narrow slip of a girl who might also have been a boy. Pale as snow, with silvery hair that went down to their thighs and still swirled around them in the aftermath of the freezing wind. Perched there on the bark like a graceful bird, they seemed less a god than a ghost, an ethereal illusion that might disappear the moment Ezgi glanced away.\n\nTheir eyes, calm as an empty sky, seemed to pierce clean through her anguished soul.\n\n\"You aren't so interesting.\" It was a soft voice, at odds with their supposed nature. A God of the Sword should have sounded deeper, fiercer, not like some dainty little fairy. What could a person like this even know of strength, let alone teach her? \"There'd be no point in fighting you. You're already strong, but you're such a novice that I want to yawn. Why don't you find someone else to learn from instead?\"\n\nIt wasn't coldness or irritation that drove Ittou to callously dismiss her appeal. If anything, they seemed more puzzled that they had to explain these things in the first place."
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"message": "Ezgi gripped her hands together in prayer, her white eyes long since returned to normal and her hands beginning to shake and quiver from fatigue. The girl had nothing else to do, nothing more to seek, and nothing but time to waste. It was what she did when she wasted away in the Void, left alone with her thoughts and insecurities. It was no different this time when the thoughts returned and started to seep corruption into her mind. She wouldn't give up. The Gods were all fickle, selfish, and cruel, they acknowledged strength. Was Ezgi so weak that not even the source of strength she wished to draw from couldn't bat an eye at her?\n\nNo. None of this could be for naught. She couldn't afford it—Not like this. Find another way, a new way, to get into contact with them.\n\nShe'd open her tired eyes and her fatigued arms would drop to the sides, standing and turning around. It was only then that the God would make their appearance. Ezgi's brow furrowed. The cold made her hands ache.\n\n\"Y-Yeah, we-well... The f-first sparrow h-had no one but t-the sky to call to, r-right? Who k-knows, maybe I-I'm just g-grasping at s-straws. The f-fall before f-flight always seems t-to be the scariest, and mortals c-create comfort p-pretending off the c-creations of the Gods t-to ease t-their frights..\" She mutters.\n\nThe girl's hands quake and tremor unconsciously again, her connection to her body still damaged. Yet, she clutched her hands tightly, forcing them still. She needed this. So she gazed upon the God unblinkingly determined. Whether Ghost or God, she would persevere.\n\nIttou points towards her lack of experience, which she couldn't deny. But that was the reason she embarked on this journey to change. Her hands lacked the callouses to climb mountaintops, and she wished to gain knowledge and strength. Of those callouses. For those callouses. \n\nEzgi thinks for a moment on what to say, not wishing to offend the God, but not wishing to be blown off either, unsure what to coordinate her thoughts into. Yet, deep down she already knew what to say.\n\n\"W-Why, s-should I not l-learn from the best? S-Surely, someone of a d-domain such as yours would be t-the progenitor of t-the most finely honed, beautiful s-swords and even more-so p-picturesque t-techniques! U-Unless y-you mean t-to say there is s-someone better? S-Surely a pr-preposterous proposition, O God of the S-Sword..!\"\n\nEzgi was much more of a warrior than anyone truly knew. It was why Any had placed her on this stage she stood before now, embarking on a grueling journey that would turn a stained stone into a shining jewel. It was in her blood and her spirit.\n\nGazing upon the God of the Sword for longer now, Ezgi couldn't deny the unorthodox nature of the God of the Sword but knew that warriors, from personal experience, were not always strong nor burly. She held no contempt nor arrogance for the God, knowing if things panned right, that would be her Master and would certainly demand the utmost respect. She craned her head and bowed on a knee.\n\n\"Truthfully, I-I... W-wouldn't have a-anywhere else t-to turn to. So I a-ask for you, O God of the Sword.\""
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"message": "Words poured out of the young woman, a flood of self-pity and manipulative praise. Her speech washed over the Sword God and slid off their pale and flawless skin without ever leaving a mark, and when she finally ran out of words, they only stared at her with eyes as cold as steel and dryer than the desert sands.\n\n\"...I am called Ittou.\" They sat down in front of her cross-legged, close enough that she could have reached out and brushed her fingers against the tip of their nose. Just when they'd approached so near, even with her eyes upon them, was difficult to tell: without any discernible gap or motion they simply *Were* Where they wished to be. *\"God of the Sword* May not be wrong, but I do not feel it is right, either. I am only a sword who *Happens to be a god.* Knowing this, would you still choose to learn with me?\"\n\nFor all the softness in their tone, they did not speak with kindness. It was not sympathy or love for her that motivated them to stay. Only a passing interest, and a patience for even the smallest and most trivial of things, kept them there when they could easily have leaped away to run through other realms.\n\n\"There are many other teachers.\" With one small hand, they rapped the bark of Yggdrasil beneath them. \"The mother tree stands strong, and does not tip or falter. One could learn to stand like her, and thus become indomitable.\" Their fingertips rested tenderly against the tree for a moment, and then lifted, tracing slow and gentle paths through the air. A light wind blew through Ezgi's hair, and the fresh scent of wide-open spaces curled around her, promising endless freedom. \"The wind goes where it wills, and can scarcely be stopped by any mortal force. Would an animal of such grace and swiftness not make for a fine teacher in the martial arts?\"\n\nThen they raised their head, and cast their eyes upward. \"And the stars. Tell me, have you ever avoided their light? They thrust too quickly for your eyes to see, and should their strikes have been any more forceful you would have been killed by them a thousand times already.\n\n\"All around us there are such examples of brilliance, such peaks to aspire to. Are you blind, sparrow? For whichever way you turn your eyes, there are simpler and shorter paths than to follow in my footsteps.\""
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"message": "Although not spoken with the tone of manipulative praise, she knew that those words would've meant too little and were too late to last. Yet, it was all that Ezgi was good at. She was good at speaking and being intelligent with words and yet, she never truly had the wisdom required to make the simplest of words impact the hardest. She hated the way that Ittou looked at her, the way it reminded her of her mother... And yet, the spurning in her heart for the Gods would only serve as all the more kindling for her flame of determination.\n\nAnd yet, in an unknowable second, her gaze shifted from icy eyes to the natural backdrop, as Ittou flew from their position to in front of Ezgi at unimaginable speed. The girl jumped slightly and in a fluid motion, she reached for her bag and gripped something... Something inside her bag that might've been a weapon. Yet, her bag was much too small for a blade, even a dagger. Her softly wheezing breathing had stilled, and her heartbeat felt as though it steadied for the first time in a while. She shakes her head and lets her bag go, a soft clinking noise of glass emanating from it as she relaxes and takes a single step back from Ittou. \n\nThe girl returns to her normal position after her moment of panic and gulps softly, heeding the God's voice. The God of the Sword explains their view of their position, and she nods her head, her expression solemn and her nod firm.\n\n\"I-I do.\"\n\nNot an ounce of hesitation.\n\nIttou moves to highlight the power of the Wooden Mother, the fastidious, steadfast, and powerful source of life that surrounded them all. Yet, something she'd never grown particularly fond of. Her home, away from the life-giving roots of the tree, had never truly witnessed the caring, life-sustaining nature of the tree. To stand as indomitable as the Wooden Mother? Soon, they trace marks through the air to elicit the wind to softly blow, a soft, cold breath drawn out from Ezgi, goes with the wind as condensate as she processes the information. To be as graceful as the wind?\n\nThen, the stars. Ezgi's eyes followed Ittou's as they gazed upon the stars, unsure how to respond to their inquiry. Once, she lived among the stars, before this life, but... To be as fast as them? \n\nEzgi looked down to return to her gaze upon the God, unsure what to say, how to process the words. She wanted to say that maybe she'd ask them, but... Life wasn't that simple, was it? Nothing seemed to be that easy. The girl couldn't help but laugh, just the smallest chuckle. She truly meant no disrespect to the God, and as such, tried her best to stifle her little outburst, but it escaped nonetheless. The idea of it all was too much... It was... Madness. She felt incredulous. Was it truly possible to reach such heights?\n\n\"I-I'm not r-really sure w-what I am t-to say. I-I've never been faster than a-a star, and the Wooden Mother is... Unmoving i-in all respects... S-She do-does not s-speak, or atleast, I-I am ignorant to h-her words.\"\n\nShe pauses and takes a deep breath, looking back up at the stars, at the wood under them, and in the distance, feeling the wind softly brush her cold skin.\n\n\"M-Maybe I am, O God of the Sword. A-And yet... I would w-wish to follow y-yours all the same. F-For you s-speak to me, m-more than they might e-ever. So I m-may know what i-it is I d-do wrong.\""
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"message": "Now it was Ittou's turn to laugh. It began with mere bemusement, a flicker in their heartless gaze, but soon that spark brightened and spread flame-like across the god's youthful features. Their head cocked to one side so they could peer at her from a different angle, and with every moment they looked, their smile grew slowly wider. At last they threw back their head with a laughter like the ringing of bells, or perhaps like the clash of long blades in the thick of battle, fierce and filled with excitement.\n\n\"Oh, you poor creature!\" Graceful as a bird, they sprang into the air, only to flip end-over-end and come down on their tiptoes with narrow arms spread out to either side. \"You blind and talentless sparrow, who ignores the beauty of the world, and shies fearful from its endless gifts! Truly there could be no student under the heavens so wretched as you, who so lacks in all the most fundamental skills, whose mind is so grey and formless as to deny the most obvious of lessons! I see now why you came to me, and not to any other: to train you will be an insurmountable challenge, a task fit for none but the Sword of the divine.\"\n\nWith those words, Ezgi would witness an impossible sight: the God of the Sword *Bowed* At the hip before her, their long hair swaying with the movement. \"I am grateful to you. Please, allow this humble sword to serve as your master and guide, and to hone you into a wonderful cutting edge. Grant me this right, devote yourself entirely to my lessons, and I swear I will not fail to make you strong.\""
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"message": "Ezgi felt tense when Ittou began to giggle, and soon the God had started to laugh infectiously while their smile grew wider, dichotomous to the Girl's confuzzlement. As Ittou's smile grew, Ezgi felt a speckle of heat spread across her face as embarrassment sank into her tension. She felt herself slowly laugh alongside the God before they would begin to spring up across the wood.\n\nThe God had flipped several times in the air before landing in front of her and forced another flinch from the shaking girl, unsure what was to come next. However, she doesn't quite feel surprised when Ittou spews several seemingly insulting titles toward her in her descriptors to paint the picture she saw of Ezgi. She wanted to dispute her, but she knew it was probably true. But that would change. Everything would change, in time. She glanced guiltily to the side and toward the floor, expecting such harsh words from her would-be master.\n\nAlthough, she did not expect what the God would do next! They had bowed down to her and immediately, her first instinct was to shake her head and try to get them to rise, but she'd stop before touching the God. She felt her embarrassment grow even further as she struggled to comprehend what to do or say next, but ultimately, she had naught to say but to respond in kind.\n\n\"O-oh! I-I'll d-do my best t-to be a g-good pupil, S-So, I...\"\n\nShe bows to the God of the Sword in return, getting onto to her knees as she cranes her head down toward Ittou. She feels... Uncomfortable, seeing Ittou bow before her. \n\n\"I-It would be a-an honor t-to learn from you, M-Master Ittou.\"\n\nThe girl feels a spring of vigor escape her heart as she feels the steadiest she has in a long time, her hands ceasing their shaking and her nervousness subsiding for a temporary moment, as she accepts Ittou wholeheartedly. Her heart beat loud in her ears as she feels glee course through her body, starting from her spine. \n\nWhat came next? She felt her nerves fire relentlessly, though not as anxiety. Or perhaps it was, but rather... Anxious excitement rather than fear. Here she stood, on the precipice of a new chapter."
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"message": "As the god straightened, a smile flitted across their expression like the passing shadow of a faraway bird. Even in the most barren of fields, strength would find a way to take root—and here it was! Did the demigod's body tremble at the ardousness of the road before her? *No!* Did she weep with regret and back down from her chosen path? *No!* Indeed she seemed more steadfast than at any moment Ittou had laid eyes upon her before, and that was proof enough in their view of her hidden potential, of the fire they would feed and nurture into a roaring blaze.\n\n\"...Then I will honor my word!\" Smile gone, their expression now returned to its usual unblinking intensity, the Sword God abruptly widened their stance and laid their hands upon their knees. \"Your old life is over; you will cast all thought of it from your mind. I grant you five heartbeats to say your farewells.\" With a poise and smoothness that defied all laws of common sense and gravity, they lifted one foot off the ground and up to the side, tracing a perfect semicircle through the air from Gaia's roots to the heavens above. The motion reached its apex in time with the fifth thrum of Ezgi's unsteady pulse—without once faltering along the way—only to reverse itself in the blink of an eye, a divine heel slammed down upon Gaia's bark with a force and swiftness fit to shatter the world entire.\n\nEverything vanished at once. The ground, the sky, the entire endless view of creation that had but an instant before extended all around them.\n\nAnd in its place—lush green grasses, gently sloping hills, the warm and calming light of passing midday stars. Birdsong, crisp and untainted air, a gentle breeze filled with armfuls of pink petals plucked from the branches of a nearby cherry tree.\n\nA paradise, where nothing could ever threaten or disturb her. Or that was the impression Ittou hoped to give, anyway. They did not know the full truth of Ezgi's mind, and could only draw upon their own experiences, the times in life they had felt the most peaceful and open to the surrounding universe.\n\n\"Sit.\" The Sword God sat cross-legged on the grass, their small body quite literally balanced on top of a hundred tiny blades. \"Don't worry, these won't cut you. They're soft, see?\" To demonstrate, they plucked a few narrow green strands and held them up to the light, where they blew gently in the wind. Deadly weapons in the right hands, but Ezgi wasn't yet anywhere near the level where she'd be learning how to wield these.\n\nFirst they needed to cover the basics. Like how to breathe properly, and not be scared nearly all the time."
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"message": "Ezgi's eyes gazed upon her Master's form as they smiled, a pang of anxiousness crossing her spine and traveling downward. She takes a soft, shaky breath in and reminds herself of what she's fighting for. She fights for Thana, her mother, herself, and the principles and ideals she would follow. She clenched her hands tightly and steeled her resolve once more, watching as The Sword God suddenly widened their stance and spoke with a powerful voice.\n\nHer brow furrowed in confusion as she didn't fully register what the God of the Sword meant, until the 3rd heartbeat and the rise of Ittou's leg, she quickly thought about saying Goodbye to her Mother, to Thana, but she knew she would return. Instead, she thought silently about what her life was like in retrospect but found nothing but suffering and sadness. She spurned the thoughts, and the 5th beat of her arrhythmic heart would end with the soft, silent sound of a girl leaving behind the damage of her past, to pursue a bright future.\n\nAnd so she found herself in the void for but a moment, before the power of Ittou's strike to the ground would transport them... Elsewhere. Somewhere she didn't recognize. Her first instinct told her to analyze, detect the surroundings, and understand. Her second told her to take the view, feel the breeze, smell the grass, and taste the clear, crisp air. A calming surrounding landscape indeed, she found her heartbeat to relax ever-so-slightly. Her attention turns back to Ittou, who had commanded her to sit. She does so, planting her bottom on the ground and pulling her legs in, hugging her knees as she looks at the grass. \n\n\"O-Of course.\"\n\nShe runs her hand through the grass and watches as it wilts and freezes at the touch of her bare hands, her affliction transferring to the plant's life as it stagnates and stops. She looks at it woefully for a moment, before she plucks some from the ground and looks at Ittou.\n\n\"D-Did you know, M-Master Ittou, th-that some species of g-grass have t-these small, almost invisible b-blades along t-the edges of t-their st-structures that act a-as support and d-deterrents from would-be p-predators? T-they're called Ph-phytoliths. L-Like the sm-smallest blades upon a smaller b-blade.\"\n\nShe smiles, the frozen grass blade laying upon her knees as she gazes toward her Master for her teachings. A knowledgeable sort, but clearly physically lacking. For now."
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"message": "\"Swords upon swords upon swords! That is quite a wonderful thought.\" Ittou seemed genuinely impressed by the idea. In fact, they briefly fell into distracted contemplation, wondering how many fractal recursions it would be possible to forge onto a single sword. They stopped at somewhere just past a million, and refocused their gaze on clever Ezgi and her folded-up legs like some kind of hibernating insect.\n\n\"You're so strange.\" Their head tilted to the side, and they observed her with clear curiosity. \"I wonder what sort of god made you? No matter: they gave you the ability to learn, and so they cannot be such a bad sort. We will now begin your first lesson.\"\n\nAt that, the god's eyes fell closed, and they drew in a deep breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth, accompanied by the gentle rise and fall of their stomach, not their chest.\n\n\"The air here is still and gentle. There are no hungering beasts, nor any foes who would do you harm. So be still, and breathe as I do.\" Their eyes remained closed, and they repeated their previous breath. Quieter this time, but Ezgi still had the impression they were exaggerating things for her benefit.\n\n\"Breath is a link between mind and body. To control the body, you should first control your breathing. To calm the mind, you should first calm your breathing.\" She had the will, she had some spark of ambition, but her feelings were like shackles weighing her down. Before should could learn, she would have to cut them away, and accept each part of herself for what it was."
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"message": "\"H-hehe, s-swords upon s-swords.\" She'd softly giggle, touching the frozen grass on her knees.\n\nIt begins to freeze further, turning black as it is coated by frost, fractals forming along the edges of the blade. She watches it form a Koch snowflake, the blade of grass expanding from the edges to form more of itself, creating a strange star shape that didn't quite resemble a star. She lets it go and rests it on her knees once more, before looking up to see Ittou's perplexed gaze on her. She felt a short flush of heat on her face as Ittou called her strange, a weak attempt at a smile loosely tugging the corners of her lips. Shame creeps up over her.\n\n\"O-Oh.\"\n\nUpon closer inspection of Ezgi, one could see many clear peculiarities. Her hands and head seemed to move slightly every moment, shudders and trembles, tremors and twitches. She seemed accustomed to the movements, not paying them any mind. Perhaps because of this, her speech sounded so strange. She appeared... Fundamentally incorrect. The god would see so much more beyond the physical realm, although it did not make itself apparent immediately.\n\nEzgi's breath hitches, the mention of her God spurring some subtle adverse reaction. Ezgi gazes at the God, an unspoken plea to not tread that path just yet. Instead, she shakes her head and lets go of her legs, allowing them to fall flat against the grass and for her chest to contract and expand freely. She listens intently to the Sword God's words, nodding her head as she mimics the God of the Sword's breathing.\n\n\"Y-Yes, M-Master It-ttou.\"\n\nShe struggles at first, her lungs seizing on her, a clear concern. She appears to take a deep breath, but something unexpectedly stops her, before she continues taking in air, only to be stopped once more. She then reaches the apex, her chest spasming as it expands, and then a shaking, choppy exhale out. She grimaces for a moment before she tries again.\n\nThe girl clenches her hands, focusing on her breathing. She glances at Ittou's second demonstration, watching her stomach rise as opposed to her chest. She looks back at herself, taking another deep breath, intensely trained on her stomach as she feels her diaphragm open and close. The girl takes a solid, uninterrupted breath in through her nose, her stomach sucking in, holding it, and then slowly expanding again as she exhales through her mouth—Two interruptions, as she breathed out.\n\nThere was a hungering beast, but it was not a wild animal. It was the lungs inside of Ezgi, gone so long without its fullest capacity. She felt a little lightheaded but continued nonetheless. Eyes closed, she takes another deep breath in, holding, and then exhaling. Her hands tremble and shake, but she can feel her stomach growing accustomed to the motion. One interruption in. One interruption out.\n\n\"T-To calm t-the mind... To calm... The body...\"\n\nShe allows her hands to relax, as she takes a single, uninterrupted breath in through her nose. She allows her stomach to rise. She waits for a moment and then breathes slowly and steadily through her mouth. No interruptions. Ezgi opens her eyes and glances toward Ittou, unsure if she must change anything according to Ittou's view. She continues, her breathing becoming more steady, her hands shaking just a little less."
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"message": "Did she shiver from the cold? That could not be, for it was not cold. Did she shiver out of fright? That could not be, for there was nothing to be afraid of here.\n\nPerhaps, then, it was her nerves that made her shiver, strands of half-divine flesh tied up in knots and tangles that jerked her body about like a broken marionette. Or perhaps an old pain, something rotten stuck in her memories since long ago, from whence it haunted every moment of her waking life.\n\nIttou silently revised their earlier assessment of this girl. Now that they knew her better, she really *Was* Quite interesting after all.\n\nThe Sword God did not chide their apprentice, nor correct her attempts. They merely gave her time, to adjust and experience on her own. Minutes passed, long enough for Ezgi to get used to the steps of proper breathing, until her thoughts found room to wander and become aware of what was around them.\n\nHer body, calmer than it had felt in some time. The firm earth beneath her, and the gentle breeze that calmly swept over her, carrying with it an ocean of sound. Now that she had space to think, where would her thoughts turn to? What questions would she ask, and what answers would she reach, when there was no longer anything restraining her?\n\nTime became a blur. The stars slightly dimmed, as the day wore on. A new sound reached the seated demigod: Ittou, shifting, rising from the ground to their feet and stretching their arms in the air.\n\n\"Breath is vital for all of us. Even the gods need to breathe, though air is not such a necessity. Without breath, life withers and dies well before a sword can ever cut it down.\" Slow and easy, they let their hands fall to their sides, and shifted their feet a little further apart upon the grass.\n\n\"What do you think of it, dear student? Does breathing please you? It would certainly delight me to know. Now, if you are ready, I will ask you also to stand.\""
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "A broken marionette, whose strings were knotted and some even cut. She could no longer move her body as she wished, but... One could see that her autonomy was steadily and slowly returning. A puppet that could move on its own had no use for knotted, tangled, and damaged strings. They would be able to dance and move alone, without influence from another. Now all that was left was for the puppet to learn to dance once again. She'd closed her eyes.\n\nBreathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in... Breathe out...\n\nBreathe in. \n\nShe opened her eyes, gazing upon their landscape once more with a renewed lens, unsure of what to make of the realm they resided in. She felt attuned to nature for the first time in a long time.\n\nBreathe out.\n\nBreathe in... To her own nature as well. So much suffering, so much pain, ruination, agony, crying, death. What would she do when her body no longer failed her, and she could run freely in the realms once more? What was her purpose in this life, if she could not be the daughter she once was to her dear mother? This world was riddled with so much pain, that it even clouded her Mother. She felt her heart beat louder in her ears. The soft wind took her mind from her body, roaming among the clouds.\n\nBreathe out. \n\nHer trembling hands clasped onto each other, softly pressing each digit against another, memories of her past lives flooding through her like water to a lake, after a storm. Steady, yet strong. Torrential, but constant. Memories of safety within her Mother's arms, in a life they lived before this realm. A conflict. A war. A bond. A family. Her savior, her mother, who had pulled her from the brink of death and raised her. She had never forced her ideals on Ezgi; she'd never been abusive, or distant. She was not a perfect woman, but in her eyes... She was her paragon. In the past life she lived, she wanted to be just like her Mother.\n\nBreathe in.\n\n...But she was never as strong as she was. She was calm, collected, and intelligent, yes, but her Mother was all of those things and more. She was just... Better. Better than her in every way, without even trying. So she gave up.\n\n...Why did she give up? Her mother was always so proud to talk about her, of her resilience despite her affliction, of how she was going to grow to be better than she was, but... She'd stopped chasing the dream. She'd settled for mediocrity, and it had sent her spiraling downhill. A muddy, dark downhill descent with seemingly no chance of climbing up. So she began to believe there was no escape—That she was stuck there, for the rest of her life. For the rest of her lives.\n\nBreathe out.\n\nBut now she was here. She was making progress, steps to improve herself. She had her wits, her own skills, advantages, and weaknesses. Ezgi had never lost sight of that love she held for her Mother and the ideals she'd made intrinsic within her. Her love for life, her effervescent pursuit of knowledge, and her goal to protect and comfort those she loved. It was why she had chosen to become a medic, in every life she lived. To save those who would suffer like her, and let them live the life that she had. The only time she felt truly steady, was when she had been making those precision cuts, those steady, rhythmic stitches, or administering the nectar of life. Her hands stilled at the thought, remembering the focus and care.\n\n__\"The misbegotten too, deserve to live a life full of joy.\"__\n\n \nEzgi felt a teardrop escape her lidded eye, falling from her duct and running down her cheek. It slowed tremendously, as it ran along the contours of her face, freezing in the air as it escaped her cheek and toward the solid ground. A beautiful, frozen teardrop that sat perfectly balanced against a blade of grass.\n\nEzgi opened her eyes at the sound of rustling grass, realizing her hands did not shake, nor did her breathing feel labored. She felt renewed, decompressing her mess of thoughts for the first time in a long time. Her eyes immediately glanced from the sky to Ittou who stretched to the sky. Her lips crook into a soft smile, upon Ittou's inquiry.\n\n\"I-It feels wonderful, Master. I f-feel... Different, but more myself t-than ever.\"\n\nShe gazes upon her hands, a clarity and focus unbeknownst to her revealing itself. Her hands barely tremored, as she thought about her handiwork as a healer. She quickly nods her head in response to Ittou, standing up.\n\nHer breathing steady, she stood up and glanced at the teardrop, perfectly balanced on a blade of grass. Her smile widened slightly, as she refocused on Ittou.\n\n\"I'm r-ready, Master.\""
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "Her answer earned her another smile from the Sword God, one both gentle and sincere. \"You've done well.\" Their red eyes met with hers, and within them she could see a flicker of Ittou's inner soul—that they were proud of her, for taking this first step, for finding exactly what they had wanted her to find. \n\n\"Remember this feeling. Hold it tightly in your heart. And if you ever find yourself lost, let it be your guiding star, to bring you back to who you are and what you wish to be.\" They pressed their palms together, and closed their eyes, marking the closure of this subject and the end of their first lesson.\n\n\"Now—\"\n\nThey reached out, with the fluid grace of a river flowing down a mountain slope. So easy, so *Natural,* That it seemed to slip out of the mind's perception, like the sound of the wind fading away into the background as time passed. Ezgi felt their fingers brush against her collarbone, a light touch—and all at once she was falling, tumbling backward to land flat on her rear atop the soft grass.\n\n\"Try again.\" Ittou calmly looked down on her, their hand still held out where she'd been. \"I did not ask you to *Get up* So we could run about like fools. I asked you to *Stand.* You have shown me you can breathe with adequate control, now show me you can find your balance and hold yourself properly upright.\" Their eyes shifted, with a small tilt of their head as they fixed upon her frozen tear. \"Some part of you already knows what to do. To the rest of you, it will come easily.\""
},
{
"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Ezgi gleaned from the short glance of Ittou's eyes the sincerity of their praises, their smile reinforcing her resolve to continue, to allow herself to go the full mile and take this as a sign to persevere. As her Master spoke before she'd stood, she nodded her head and noted the closing on their first tutelage.\n\n\"Breathing... It is the first step to a clear mind and a steady body. When you panic, when you feel worried, when you know not what else to do, you must breathe before all else... Master Ittou's a genius, I should've realized that the fundamentals are the most important!\" She thinks to herself.\n\nWhen it came time for their next lesson, Ezgi had stood loose and relaxed, still growing accustomed to the ease with which she could move her body. She felt eager to learn what came next—quickly learning that Ittou was indeed a rigorous teacher. She'd watched the God move, her mind had registered the motion, yet found itself unable to decipher a reaction to their action. It was only when Ezgi found herself on the floor, against her bottom, that panic had set back in and her breathing stumbled.\n\n\"W-What-!?\"\n\nHer eyes widened, a shock to her very core as she struggled to register why she'd found herself against the grass. Her gaze fixed on Ittou, her shaking setting in before she listened to her Master's voice. Her breathing became ragged, as she failed to comprehend why she'd taken the fall. But despite that, she turned, her gaze on the grass. The teardrop that balanced steadily came into her view, as she ingrained Ittou's words into her mind.\n\nDo not stand like a fool. Breathe. Steady your body, and steady your mind.\n\nIn, out. In, out.\n\nHer mind focused on her body, to breathe and calm the shaking, to locate differences in the mechanical workings of her functions. Her body focused on the calm of her head. She'd regained her composure and felt the touch of Ittou's hand on her collarbone. She'd taken the fall from Ittou touching her. Was she unsteady?\n\nHer hands pressed flat against the grass and pushed her up, standing again with a deep breath. She nods her head, her focus on her Master, her stance wide and tensed. Different from her last.\n\n\"Y-Yes, Master!\""
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"author": "yinobuya",
"message": "🪷 Tathagata, Roams the lower base of the all mother, In search of profound understanding & enlightenment. His Harmonic visage, sets a regal hue of gold upon the Endless void, and from each stride he takes every matter of plant life, runs rampant across, the roots of Gaia. Granting life, from which life is nigh existent. Eventually falling upon an open seem within the bowels of the all mother, Tathagata adopts the meditative position and falls deep, into a meditative like trance. 🪷"
},
{
"author": "peachmel.",
"message": "Xantara is the most beautiful being alive, yet she has been feeling empty. She does not understand how anyone could be away from her. Her eyes shone gently, as she thought how she wanted to be someone's world. As she caressed the roots of Gaia, as she was walking her feet traced the ground, feeling every single energy burst from her small steps. She couldn't seem to hold her, couldn't seem to let her go. She can't find control. Others turned her inside out and then they wanted her to be outside, spinning her around and then asking her not to spin. The goddess of love kept walking until she found Tathagata.\n\nHer four eyes silently watched him. Her hands were shaking... As her scent impregnated the atmosphere she looked away, before returning to see his meditation. She raised one of her eyebrows, she liked making others walk into her daggers."
},
{
"author": "yinobuya",
"message": "🪷 Tathagata, Sat deep in serene Contemplation, pondering over the past events, that still seemed to cloud his mind. At one with his heart & soul, Tathagata had become one with the atmosphere that permeated, The Roots of Gaia. As if on purpose, A heavy aura bore itself upon, Tathagatas being, As if an attempt to Lure Him within a State of Immorality. Tathagata, Visualized this encounter as a manifestation of his inner demons, And seized it as an opportunity to fortify his spirit and strengthen his resolve. 🪷\n\n🪷 \"Badump, Badump\"-\"Badump, Badump\". The Sound of a Rhythmic heartbeat, Pierced the silence of the void and permeated the atmosphere, with a Serene Harmony. From within the core of Tathagata, A regal Golden Glow, Pulsated Synchronizing with the reverberations of his heartbeat, Inciting an almost profound phenomenon. Only mere Seconds passing the apex of the Harmony, Dead Silence once again, Took hold, and emerging from within the bowels of Gais Roots, Tathagata Emerged Hand held aloft, Whispering prayer, In tone Unknown to even the God's. Tathagata Held his Head high, As he brought his eyes upon her picturesque Form, And Conveyed In a tone of Utter Virtue. 🪷 \n\n\"Cursed With beauty beyond comprehension, You Challange my Virtue, Young Miss\""
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{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "Latis didn't like that pageant she went to... Nothing to punch without looking like some aggressor... Like really can't she spar with anything there? She didn't really realize her strength though, often trying to pick fights with the other Dolls and Shadows, neither really liked it though, but she'd only ever cracked their bodied a bit. She never, never went for their cores... That is simply not right to go for one's core. Though would it really, some Dolls can deflect her blows... And Shadows can easily dodge... But wouldn't it make mother unhappy... Ugh it would wouldn't it... And SAGE to, she'd probably have to join the Hoomens to find some community, they like hunting more than fighting though... UGH \n\nShe really... Really need to punch SOMETHING, but should she really punch grandmother... She can handle that... Right? Isn't she like much stronger than even SAGE... She should be\n\nLatis decide to punch Gaia, though it made no dent in her bark, in which Latis got a bit more frustrated and punched her bark more..."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Ha, having an edgy day?\" A voice spoke from behind her. The source of the voice was a tiny little hornet, looking so frail that it seemed like it would definitely cripple under one punch from her. Despite that, though, it hovered in the air behind her looking curious as Latis assaulted the Mother Gaia. Even as she predictably did nothing to the Creator God, the strawberry coloured insect began to giggle. It buzzed around her, landing on the tree bark and looking up at the Doll. Its movements were somehow curious, conveying its interest in this newcomer. It was honestly kind of impressive that it could even convey such emotions given its wasp's body.\n\nA tiny golden stinger gleamed at the end of its abdomen, as it jumped off of the tree and began to flutter around her. \"Thanks for not instantly swatting me, by the way. Lots of people try when they see me.\" She laughed."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"EEP!\" Latis yelped, she didn't seem to know she was maybe followed?? W-was she? Wait an insect? But off their realm? This must surly be a powerful one! But... It didn't seem to be capable of much 'moves' with how big she was? The size difference didn't fit well if she'd want to box her like a Shadow from the fighting club they kinda made(she yelled at them to make it though... So was it really their's?) \n\nWell... It did seem to have a potent stinger thing? \"Ahm-\" She coughed into her fist. \"Would thou be up for a spar?\" She requested, probably a bit importune with how they just kinda appeared. But maybe they'd be up for it?"
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"What? A fight?\" The insect let out a buzz. \"No way, look at you! Now look at me!\" It gestured down at itself. \"I'm like, tiny!\" In truth, the Strawberry Maiden really like to avoid fighting whenever possible. Not because it was bad, but because it was boring and usually ended up either hurting her on the outside or on the inside when people got really sad about being unable to hurt her. She preferred not to engage in violence unless she had an actual reason to."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "Latis wanted to pout but she did have a point... Really big difference on their size. Well Latis could get a much smaller body, but she'd still be much bigger than the insect, and it would take days to design it aaaaaeee. \"Ughhh, sorry just really need to punch something~ that big pageant thing was much too crowded,\" She almost sang. Latis seemed quite tense."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"I mean, you were punching the Tree pretty well already.\" The fly pointed out, \"I don't think it's hurting her, though. Maybe you should try punching harder?\" She suggested unhelpfully as she buzzed around the titan's head. With the Divine Weapon that her mother had granted her as a gift, she wasn't too worried even if Latis started attacking her, and so she remained relatively playful at the misfortune of the Doll - if you could even call it that."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"A~ noo ain't no way I'ma be punching grandmother *Hard*,\" She said with a hair toss. She really didn't want to anger mother and grandmother... \n\nWait why hasn't grandmother talked? \"Um... Does grandmother not speak or something? Or... Am I on the naughty list...\" She asked looking a bit down. Even with her wanted to punch things from time to time, she still was a Doll, and Dolls are rather social. She didn't want to be a 'lone wolf'."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"How would I know? I'm just a bug.\" The hornet pointed out, landing on the bark of the World Tree. It let out a buzzing noise, as though amused by some joke that Latis wasn't in on. Or it might just be the buzzing of her wings because she was, well, a bug. \"I don't know about you, but most of the trees where I come from don't talk. Maybe this one's like them?\" She suggested to the Titan doll."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Yea but... She's grandma... She should be powerful tree and powerful things talk?\" Yea, seems that way, so why can't grandmother talk... Is she angry?? She thought and gave an expression of disbelieve. Does she not like us? Even mother? Why... Why would she hate us though? \"Do... Do you think grandmother hates us? Wouldn't she talk to us if she's so stronger than our mothers'?\""
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"I think you're being a little dramatic.\" The hornet supplied. \"Maybe she's just sleeping.\" She tapped her legs against the tree, trying to see if Gaia would respond. The Creator, of course, remained silent even as she lightly tickled the bark. \"See? Sound asleep.\" Fragarie, like her mother, had faith in the oldest of the gods, the Mother to all the rest. Just like her own mother had granted her purpose, Gaia had given purpose to her mom."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "Latis gave a puffy look to the hornet, \"But why she gotta sleep so much... Why don't she wanna be awake around us?\" She really didn't get why one would sleep out on having *Any* Conversation or even just to look at them... Does grandmother have a face though? Ooo maybe she has lesser selfs that interact with us... Yeah I'ma think that not this horrible no conversation activity stuff."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"I don't think she chooses how long she sleeps.\" She pointed out. \"I mean, when I sleep, I just go to bed. It's not like I get to pick what time I wake up.\" Given by how Latis was referring to Gaia as grandmother, she could extrapolate that the Doll was not a god. Hence, her question, \"But isn't your god parent enough for you?\" She seemed genuinely curious. \"Why does gamma need to get up and help us, anyway?\""
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Help us...? I just wanna talk to her~ like maybe she likes some of my deigns... Though maybe if she could she'd yell at me for punchin' her...\" She seemed to want to retract her communication with grandmother.\n\n\"Oh but TSU's fine she's quite helpful too. She helps us avoid the dangerous parts of her place so we can make what we'd like, like bodies~.\" She exclaimed. \"Though her Hoomens could be bad for us if the decided we were like food sources but we don't got no meat or anythin in us so idk why'd they think that\" She exclaimed as she fiddled with her arms a bit, it seemed she put a light engraving on it. \n\n\"What's your mom like?\" She asked."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Doesn't she talk to you?\" She tilted her head. \"That's how we know what our purpose is, right? Gamma doesn't *Talk* Talk to us, but she communicates us by filling us with the desire to do what we're meant to.\" That was the way she understood Gaia's will, anyway. The desire to do anything was because Gaia had willed it to do so. Those that broke free, like Vorran's father, denied Gaia's will and seized control of their own fate, becoming monsters in the process."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"She does that...? I thought our mothers' did... Wait did she want me to be hungry for fights like every hour... But I guess then too she wants me to create a lot~\" She seemed much more thoughtful than before."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Maybe?\" She shrugged. \"I dunno, man.\" She jumped over to the Titan's shoulder, using her wings to carry her to heights that would have been impossible even for a locust. She settled upon the Doll's body, \"I just do what I think I wanna do. And that's explore!\" And guard the Valley, but that wasn't super important to mention."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Wait...? You *Are* Talking...\" She said almost mumbling. Maybe she is strong? But she clearly didn't want to spar so I should,'t pester even if she's capable. \n\nExplore? Like other realms? Hmm that sounds nice... But apparently some of mother's siblings don't really like visitors... \"I kinda feel inclined to 'explore' places myself... But not as much as making new sisters and brothers with the ground and a big pearl from the big clams~\" She replied, flexing one of her arms. \"I don't even need to use that 'kiln' thing that the others do~\""
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"You're only just now realising that I'm talking?\" The hornet was too small to see her expressions, but her tone was vaguely judgemental as if she were seriously reevaluating her assumptions about the Titan's mental capacities. She was glad for a topic to distract her from those thoughts, and so she seized it as well as she could. \"Huh, my mom makes all my sisters. Yours makes you help her with it?\" Well, she supposed that if she had been given a duty other than Guardian, there was a real chance that she might have taken a more active role in creating the Ceres... But she hadn't, so no point thinking about hypotheticals."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Well not really we kind of really wanted to cuz we know the Scales could but we didn't know how they did, so we just gathered stuff like SAGE does to create stuff and thought that how it was done, and eventually we got it!\" She exclaimed, she seemed much effused about the topic. \"I could share the details, it's not very special with the materials but the procedural does cost us a bit, but that's only a temporary cost~\" She said as she looked at her fingers, they didn't seem misplaced but she seemed to look at them for a rather long time."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Oh no, I'll bet something like creating life needs a lot of power. I'm just the World Tree's cutest hornet.\" She shook her head... Or at least, it looked like it. It was kind of hard to tell on the insectile body that she had. \"But it sounds like it's pretty cool for you. Besides, my mom grows my sisters out of the ground, so I don't think it would work the same way for me.\" Also, she didn't say, her little sisters were enough of a hassle with twenty five of them around. She really didn't need that many more."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Grows...? Like they expand forth for it? That's pretty cool to~ I mean we can like get into a different body but that's pretty hazardous for us if we drop ourselves... Need a partner so that doesn't happen~\" Latis said, trying to explain a bit how a Doll can kinda just switch into a different body if they really wanted. Though she really did seem quite interested in others being grown into birth."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Like plants. Mom plants them into the ground, and then they sprout into girls instead of fruit.\" Well, that wasn't true, but she didn't have an easier way to explain how their mom awakened existing fruits already. This was the best way that she could think of to try and describe how her little sisters had been transformed from apples and lemons into the Ceres."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Ohhh like those green thing? Those are plants I think~ or mother calls them that anyway... They don't grow near our skin, the earth we use for our skin anyway,\" She commented, she toned it as odd as to that the plants didn't grow on certain rocks."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Well, that's how my mom makes my sisters.\" She shrugs. Well, given that her deity seemed content with what she already had, she supposed that *Made* Would be a more fitting word for the situation, but oh well. \"You're made of the soil?\" She buzzed curiously as she fluttered onto the Titan's arm and poked harmlessly at her skin to feel the texture."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Yea but it's a particular type of soil, gotta venture to the MagmaScales or CavernScales territory to get some, though they don't really mind so long as we don't take to much, or touch their jewels they dig up.\" Latis said thinking about it, sometimes though they didn't want them to be there, but they never really explained why..."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Wow!\" She said enthusiastically, \"I didn't get that at all!\" She had, surprisingly, never seen jewels before despite traipsing through the realms for quite some time. A lot of her time was spent travelling through the World Tree, like now, and so she had no idea what in Gaia's name that Latis was talking about here. Still, she did her best to appear positive and upbeat about what the Titan Doll had said."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Oh- I didn't at first too, not until I was guided to the place, maybe you could visit... Ashs sometime?\" Latis asked, she didn't hear of TSU's story of Fragarie and Surtr yet, though all the scales have probably heard it by now, though from Vemtra."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "Fragarie had, in fact, already been to Ashs. \"Maybe. I'm not sure that I'd cause too much of a splash, though.\" The problem, however was that nobody had actually *Told* Her the name of the realm while she'd been there, so she had no idea that she'd already been there. To her, it was as new a name as any other random realm that she'd never been to before."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"A splash? You like water??\" Latis kinda assumed, Dolls couldn't handle moisture well like at all. It cracked their bodies and they had to either majorly reinforce their bodies to dive, or just ask some AquaScales, though she could now also ask RiverScales though she didn't know of them yet. \"We really don't like water, messes with our bodies, though I can handle it much, much better than the others~... Though the Shadows aren't bothered by it,\" She kinda huffed when talking about the shadows, seemed she have beef with them. \"Also... The Hoomens... They *Bathe* In *How* Ugh... I would never! It's so... Icky...\" Latis said as she ranted about water and how it's absolutely the tar of all materials."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Not a literal splash,\" She giggled, \"But I *Do* Like water.\" She listened with interest as the Doll began to complain about water. It had never been a topic that she'd ever seen someone be super passionate about. Water was important, for sure, but she'd never seen someone that *Hated* It. Most races required it to live, after all, though she supposed that something like Latis might not be beholden by such needs. \"It's a lot easier to dry these wings than it looks.\" She fluttered her wings, a little, though not enough to take flight again."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Those are wings??\" I can hardly even see them! I thought those were accessories or something, they kinda made you look pretty~\" Latis said, she did truly seem surprised that they were wings, though just the same her compliments seemed true."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"No, they're wings.\" She hummed, \"How did you think I was flying?\" They began to buzz as her wings became a blur and she rose into the air. It was more tiring than a bird's, but she had a greater level of control over it in exchange. Besides, she was a demigod, meaning that her level of vitality was a lot better than that of any random mortal bird that you could pluck out of most realms."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"I thought you just *Were* Kinda like that mother's sibling just *Can*...\" Latis said sounding a but embarrassed, though not really looking embarrassed... Her face doesn't really move though, only her jar and eyes..."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"You mean... An aunt?\" She drawled, mildly amused by the odd terminology. It was one of the more important words that she'd been taught how to say in all languages, largely because the people that she would be calling aunt would be one of the few beings in the realms that posed a danger to her. With Ver Aura at her side, even titans and other demigods didn't stand much of a chance, but gods still outmatched her, even if just barely."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Hmm? Mother only ever referred to them as siblings...\" Latis said... She didn't really have all that much creativity, almost as little as her mother. TSU didn't really think her creations would be attacked by her siblings, though maybe she'll learn, or Latis will, in time."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Well, they're your *Mom's* Siblings.\" She hummed, \"But they're not really yours? Since you're the child of a god, wouldn't they be more your aunts and uncles than siblings?\" It wasn't something that she'd had to explain very often, but she figured that there was no harm in trying to get the doll to understand a little better."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"I guess that's true...\" Latis replied, she'd ask mother though before using it because mother is always right, right? She doubted the word a bit as mother never used it... But she seemed to be telling the truth~"
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Yeah!\" She cheered, encouraged by the agreement of the Doll. \"See? So, the other gods from your mom would be your aunts and uncles and... Hey, I actually don't think there's a words for mom's siblings that aren't either aunts or uncles.\" She hummed, trying her best to think of a word."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Mom'd probably want me check her before I use that though... Or at least that's what SAGE says to do... Or maybe it's to ask her instead...?\" Latis said, though her voice going almost quite as she continued the sentence."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Well, I dunno your mom, so I can't really say.\" She pointed out, though she did recognise the name SAGE. Hum, she couldn't quite recall exactly *Where* She'd heard of it, but it was one of those nagging things on the tip of her tongue. Still, she didn't remember an uncle or auntie SAGE anywhere, so she figured it might just be some sense of deja vu."
},
{
"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "Latis nodded, not really knowing how to further comment, though she seemed quite found of the insect despite usually only feeling found of another after she's sparred with them. \"This conversation was... Quite pleasing~ maybe we shall meet again sometime? I don't want to leave my siblings for long, so I'll head back to my place~\" Latis said as she started to walk down to the roots of Gaia."
},
{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"We'll see.\" The hornet hummed, \"Why don't you point me towards your mom's realm, and I'll try and pay it a visit sometime?\" Fragarie fluttered around the Titan Doll in rapid circles, a small wind generating in her wake. It wasn't a lot, but it helped her fly and made her seem all the more whimsical. That was nice, she liked being whimsical."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Ah it'a that one other there~\" She replied as she walked. Ashs from here just looked orange, no land at all could be seen from just how thick the air was, although some of the and it's area could be seen a bit better than the rest"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Oh.\" She swivelled her head towards it, before, \"Oh, I've actualy been there before! You're one of SAGE's friends?\" She buzzed cheerfully. \"Well, I'll be sure to pay a visit some-\" She paused midspeech, then, \"After I do something urgent. I need to go.\" A hint of urgency was in her voice now as she fluttered in midair."
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"author": "unityofextopic",
"message": "\"Ohh? Did you get inside her lab? She never leaves that place like ever...\" Latis said as she began to crouch\n\nYea I'm in range to where I landed before, just gotta land in the snow I think~ \n\nLatis decided to leap back in strides to get to Ashs a bit quicker cause it didn't seem too close to walk to... Like at all"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"Oh, no. She was outside.\" She shook her head. As the Titan began to leap, she fluttered away. She may be a demigod with a divine weapon, but she still didn't want to crash into something like that, even as an accident. As the Titan soared off, she fluttered away to continue exploring the Tree as she'd been doing before. She'd try and remember that odd girl."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*The base of the branches, is a peaceful place. The mind wanders freely here, after all. It was where most gods were created, only branches above... Yet Thana was an anomaly to this, she didn't fall from the branch... Didn't get time to explore, no. Instead. This wretched, pale-skinned humanoid was thrust into the world with a quick jolt. Her arrival is marked by the death of another, that vision of smeared snake guts still causes her to stifle sinister grins. There's no place like home, unfortunately. Thana didn't have that luxury. She didn't know her home, her mother... Her creation is shrouded in so much mystery.*\n\n*A trail of bloody footprints smear the intricate patterns of the wood and soil that encompasses her. She walks, every step peels away the sole of her foot, ripping flesh... Staining the purest of soil with viscera. It isn't until further along this trail the true state of Thana can be found, an arm scattered into the field... A leg mangled and bone showing, she limps so pitifully... Yet that face still had a smile, there was no fear in the girl's eyes... It was instead, morbid enjoyment. She loved the injury, the satisfaction of the ripping flesh. The cracking bone... It was all a symphony to her corrupted ears.*\n\n`\"I miss the sun... It's just not the same here, it's too... Perfect. The uncanny doesn't sit with me.\"` *Her voice is a honeycomb of lures. Spoken like a siren, every syllable rolls off with an exuberant temptation... Every word is an invitation to step closer to the god. Yet, she wasn't alone and she knew it... A divine sense was powerful, the throbbing of others hearts... Their divine tunes, she heard them all like oceans from a shell. Adjusting her arm, she grabs the disfigured bone, pulling until the leg is back in position... Coagulated blood weeps from her eyes, regenerating the arm as she sighs. Her usual vampiric beauty restored, leaning against a root. She can only hum... Scraping the tooth of her scythe over those dainty fingers.*"
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "It wasn't entirely clear how she was able to maintain her safety within the tree's base, assumedly she was somewhere in the space of the void and as such, was expecting an onslaught of biting cold and death to take her form before she could experience anything beyond the abrupt heartbreak that ensued after she was ripped away from her mother. Yet, the lone Demi-God remained present, somewhere along the World Tree and the cold was not where she wished it to be. It was not outside, granting her a graceful and quick death.\n\n*No, it festered inside, forcing her to embrace the call of the Void she was born from.*\n\n\"W-where..\" She questions, although it cuts off upon the trail of blood entering her peripheral. \"What t-the..!?\" \n\nThe girl turned in its direction, bolting off to find the source of blood that seemed to only get more and more visceral the longer she followed. Her heart fell into her stomach, replacing the cold in her chest with something akin to fear. It was not fear for herself, however, but for some unknown entity that eluded her search. It would not be until the start of a field that the steps would end and grass would begin, obscuring the trail but revealing a prominent piece to her search; She would find her fear both misguided and seemingly unwarranted. Even still, she could not turn away from the deity, despite intrinsically knowing that it was not her place nor her concern.\n\n \nThe lone Demi-God stood at the edge of the field with concern crevassing her face, unable to say anything to the being solely out of anxiety for the odd nature of their current predicament. She wanted to jump to their aide, yet couldn't move her legs from where they stood. The short, warmly dressed pale woman found herself taking a gentle step forward at the sound of their voice, warily watching for any sign of distress. The sound of her voice had somehow emboldened the Demi-God to act upon her desire to aid those who may need assistance, but something inside of her felt distantly related to the being only meters away. Like a virus attempting to draw itself toward another vessel. \n\n\"A-Are y-you okay?\" She inquired, as the being regenerated their body. It dawned on her that she was in the presence of a God. She tensed, unsure as to what she could do that was not already possible for a divine being.\n\nIt would dawn on Thana, that the Demi-God before her barely made noise. It was as if something primal was obscuring the law of sounds in the world, emerging from the bosom of the Demi-God's vessel. The *Thunk* Of footfalls on the wood, the crunching of grass.\n\n*The beating of the heart.*\n\nShe stood as still as a statue, only able to nervously watch the entity ahead of her."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*There is... A drawn pause, as the girl approaches and asks her question. An eerie silence, the cold void of two beings just... Waiting for something to happen, then her head snaps. Cracking to the side Thana stares with bloodshot glowing eyes, warmly observing the demi-god that had found her. The questioning seemed to recluse Thana's strange obsession with harm and blood. It was a wake-up call, the pale woman shook her head and stood properly, allowing her long black cloak and dress to quaintly fall to her sides, Thana's hair was jet black, mixed with crimson highlights. Her complexion was pale, and small dotted freckles beautifully accentuated her facial features.*\n\n`\"Oh... Oh- Yeah! Yeah, I'm okay!\"` *Her tone of voice isn't commanding or terrifying. It's rather casual and laid back, with no sense of superiority. As far as the woman was concerned they were equals and there was no quarrel with that. The bloody sight is quickly reduced to a presentable theme. The scythe vanishes as veins spread from her forearm and absorbs it as if they were tendrils. A polite smile forms over her pursed lips. The silent tone and softer atmosphere compared to her previous interaction with Nach would present itself as an enjoyable moment.*\n\n`\"Sorry- I uhm... I was rambling to myself there, what's your name?\"` *She admires the demi-god, yet again. There isn't even a hint of superiority, in fact, there is a distinct admiration for their appearance. These were two people going about their experiences. Not gods or demigods in Thana's mind. A hand is outstretched for a shake, as the woman kindly reaches out. The rest of her form takes shape, long brooding devil-like wings and a barbed stinger for a tail... They could be seen as harmful, but the way her tail coiled and hid, whilst the wings peacefully flapped proposed the contrary.*"
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "The Demi-God felt anxiety creep up her spine so badly that she contemplated running away, terrified of the presence that the woman seemed to unknowingly give off. Despite her better instincts, she stayed put and flinched visibly when Thana turned her head, uncomfortably gazing back at the Goddess and taking in her features as well. Just the same as the deity, the Demi-God was deathly pale. Contrastly, her hair was a gentle hue of pink, with her eyes a milky rose that complimented her pretty and clear face. Against the terror, she felt a little enamored by the being's choice of form.\n\nBut then the terror came back when she spoke, even though Thana's appearance had become less visibly gory and much gentler. Ezgi was confused both by the sight of the tendrils, and the sudden change of tone that Thana was presenting, worried that it was something sinister, or worse, something she shouldn't have seen. She felt like an intruder on a private scene. Despite that, she continued to shadow the routine she remembered in her previous life, ensuring health before her own safety.\n\n \n\"A-Are you sure? Y-You looked l-like y-you were— um..\" She pauses, struggling to find an appropriate term for the horrifying show of blood. The girl motions towards the floor, the bloody footsteps, and then Thana herself. \n\n\"W-Well, I-I guess a __li-little__ out of s-sorts.\"\n\nEzgi was offered a hand in peaceful cooperation and the hesitation of anxiety had settled in again. The girl gazed at Thana as if she wanted it, but something was stopping her. Ezgi wore thick gloves that seemed uncomfortable and inconvenient, yet could not even shake the God's hand. She seemed ashamed, taking a step back. She holds herself as Thana can take a better look at her now, seeing as she was looking right at her.\n\n\"I-I um.. I don't think it's best to touch me. I w-was only making sure yo-you weren't in any l-life threatening d-danger,\" She admitted, shaking a little while she spoke. \"M-My name is Ezgi. W-what's yours?"
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*Thana brushes her shoulders and neatens her clothing with her spare hand. Playing the casual part to its extreme, listening intently. Her beady eyes scan up and down the demigod. Taking note of every little intricacy. Every little reaction or twitch is a breadcrumb to uncovering the secret of the demigod's nature. A crimson glint shimmers as she leans back and stretches playfully. Feigning a sign of boredom, it quickly replaced by the curiosity rooted in Ezgi's words.*\n\n`\"Oh, that whole... Display? Oh no- That's just me darling... You get used to it! I'm not hurt, nor some sort of bad person... Are there even bad gods? I suppose... No? If everyone has a purpose, the only thing that can be bad is how we interpret them? Right? Oh- Uhm. I er... Yeah- Getting ahead of myself huh?\"` *Her mumbling is followed by the retraction of her hand, keeping it firmly by her side at the request of not touching. Thana wouldn't probe just yet, better to let things come out in their own time. She rubs her left eye, a small weeping trail of blood dripping onto her finger. Staining those elongated nails, the blood sinks in... Creating a swirling pattern of red and black, a décor of viscera.*\n\n*She pats down a root and slings herself onto it, swinging on the exposed vein of Gaia like a vine swing. There's a charismatic personality beaming through. It's alignment unknown, what was Thana... Evil? Chaotic? Or simply... Nothing, did she have a place in the world if she wasn't meant to be here. Her arrival was an accident after all.*\n\n`\"Thana. Goddess of bloodlust and memories... Certified accidental god killer and a bleeding mistake by this big ol tree. I'm not to be here you see... But don't go telling anyone else that. I don't want some god of law sanctioning me- I'm not into that stuff...\"` *She smiles, her fangs on full display, an illustrious swirl of crimson flowing down her clothes like a wreath of flames. She can't help but giggle out loud at her theatrics.*"
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Further observation of Ezgi revealed little breadcrumbs indeed; The girl was the very definition of nervous, shaking like a leaf on the wind and frequently attempting to avoid eye contact despite the fact that they were in conversation. She knows this fact and subsequently keeps re-establishing their gazes to not come off as stand-offish. Her clothing was thick and heavy, even bordering on uncomfortable in certain spots like her hands and the multiple layers of clothing on her feet. Despite looking like the definition of nervous, she spoke rationally and her steps were bordering more on cautious rather than afraid. Yet what was it she was being cautious of?\n\n\"R-Right. If I m-might personally interject, I-I prefer seeing b-blood on the in-inside, but if it doesn't c-come as a d-detriment to y-you, then I g-guess i-it's okay...\" The girl fidgets slightly with her padded fingers, gazing at the ground toward the blood on the floor. Despite her affirming words, she can't help but grimace at the sight. \"I th-think there are some b-bad gods o-out there,\" She starts. \n\n\"*My m-mother, for starters.*\" She whispers quietly to herself.\n\n\nShe quickly turned her gaze back up towards the Goddess, who had leaped onto a root and swung on it gracefully, although with an undertone of something she could not quite pinpoint. Her alignment was questionable, but as long as she was not hurting others, she was content with the current state of ignorance she had. \n\n\"N-no, no! I w-wouldn't say you're a mistake, Miss Th-Thana! My o-opinion is inc-consequential,\" She moves towards the goddess, much less wary than before. \"But I s-strongly believe that a-an accidental d-death m-means only t-that your circumstances were l-less than desirable. I-it's what you do a-after the accident t-that ultimately p-proves if someone's th-theory is correct..! G-Gods of Law i-included.\"\n\nShe halted her small advance at the sight of flames, drawing her hands back closely toward her body as if keeping an ember away from tinder."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*Thana listens patiently, there's never a moment where she feels irritated at the stutters. For such a violent appearance, this goddess seemed to have the utmost respect. Her past life tending to the dying or elderly did come with a level of understanding. Not even godhood would stop those kind intentions shining through. She relaxes her muscles, arms flopping to the side. Watching and waiting, she can only continue to smile with a caring grin. Occasionally blood weeps from a random orifice, single drops dripping to the ground. Absorbed by the tree or nature around the pair.*\n\n`\"Squeamish are we? No matter... I promise I won't explode into organs or paint the tree red. Though I can't help the occasional spot. It's in my assigned nature... Which is funny, I really got the bad end of the stick. I get to... Remember bloodlust? Or, savour it? Not sure. Don't care right now I have company.\"` *She hops down from the vine and lands gracefully like a cat, quickly bringing herself upright and brushing off her clothes once more, for a second. The world flickers red. Thanas face distorts into what looks like a wolf skull. It's a temporary anomaly, quickly remedied by the return to normal. Just what was that?*\n\n`\"Awh no it's okay you don't need to deny it! I know what I am, your opinion is very valid though. What good is a person that can't listen to those around them? You're as equal as me Ezgi- mortals, demi-gods. Gods. They're all the same, they can all form opinions and instructions.\"` *She takes note of their recluse nature. Slowly understanding the dynamic between the two. Thana for once, was the extrovert. Ezgi was the kind soul reaching out. But out of their element, it was hard to state what the two might of had in common.*\n\n*The ambience of the world around them drifts in, quaintly settling the tension. The goddess continues to shrug off the world around them and eventually nestles herself in the grass, lying down and gazing up at the branches above them. Peering at one of the fruits.*\n\n`\"Imagine one of those things hitting you on the head, that'd hurt huh?\"`"
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Ezgi takes note of how seemingly patient the woman is, although unsure if Thana is calculating or simply observing passively. It was a woefully cruel twist of nature that the gentle-hearted fruit might've been given the sharpest and deadliest-looking appearance, though if one was comfortable with hair-raising danger for long enough, it could allow them to look past it. It was the blood that kept Ezgi on edge, rather than the appearance. \n\n\"U-Unfortunately, Ma'am.. I-It's the b-blood.. But I-I'll be okay. I-It's just, erm...\" She hesitates. \"No, n-nevermind.\"\n\nThe girl approaches a tad closer, a few moments before the Goddess jumps from the tree. Her eyes again gravitate towards the ground, as if something Thana said had resonated with her. She clutches her arms harder, denying something in her mind. \n\n\"Hah.. I g-guess I-I'm not the o-only one.\" The girl scoffs quietly. \"I-I got s-stuck w-with a c-chronic c-condition as a-a result of b-being born.\"\n\n\nEzgi looked around rapidly when the world turned red for a moment, noticing how the air surrounding her had not changed color. Despite that, she glanced at Thana long enough to catch the skull, before everything returned to normal. She ponders asking if that was also a part of the Goddess' repertoire of spooky tricks, but she figured her question would be answered in time. Thana eventually sits on the grass, spouting platitudes about their mortality. For once, Ezgi actually scoffs as if she wasn't able to agree.\n\n\"I-I suppose we're at an i-impasse, then. I am n-not, and will never b-be equal t-to you. You are a-a god, where I'm only p-partly one. S-sure, we can form c-coherent and cohesive th-thoughts, but what g-good does that do f-for me? I-I have been s-shot in t-the knee since before I-I was born, a-and this life is o-only an extension. I h-have no power t-to change.\" \n\nShe motions to the fruit of the world tree.\n\n\"Like t-this, for e-example. If t-the fruit hit me o-on the head, I will die. Y-Yet, it would o-only hurt for y-you. If I d-die, so long a-as my Goddess graces i-it, I can c-come back. I am u-ultimately expendable. Yet y-you.. You are t-the one and o-only. But..\"\n\nShe sits down too, a little distant from Thana, although close enough to show she trusts her. \n\n\"I-I'll keep h-helping others. I-I'll never ch-change that. I h-hope your kindness i-is the same."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*The goddess raises an eyebrow at Ezgis speech. The mention of a chronic condition seems to ignite a curiosity within her soul, whilst still lying. She takes in a deep breath as if the notion of what happened to this poor demi-god was a vile creation. Thana scrunches her face in scrutiny, trying to pick between the lines to find the right words to say. With a thunderous crack of her arm, she snaps the bone and contorts her hand so that it gently hangs from its socket, held only by a few thin strands of tissue and muscle. Her promise to not explode hadn't lasted long.*\n\n`\"Created with an illness? This world can solve anything with the wave of a hand. Yet the divine choose to inflict illness on their subjects? That's- That's horrible. I'm so sorry dear- Your creator must be a cold being...\"` *Her smile shrivels, she would extend a hand but the two had already so many boundaries that she was better off not testing. Their debate spirals quickly, Thana absorbing the knowledge from Ezgi's points of view. Showing a god could very much still learn, or at least feign it. Well... Thana was different, lacking the same instilled knowledge at birth. Her powers were mostly a mystery, shrouded in the past just like her twisted background.*\n\n`\"You numb your own insecurities by helping others? That is... Very noble, Ezgi. As for my kindness, perhaps I should grant you a gift.\"` *With that, the mangled arm finally drops off from her body like a fruit from a tree. As it splatters onto the floor it coagulates into a mould of dried blood, then slowly reforms into an obsidian black tiara, decorated with a small crimson gemstone on the top. As a part of Thana, it still held its divine properties. Therefore, wielding it would be like wielding the arm of a divine. She gently slides the tiara over. Careful not to cross their personal space and boundaries.*\n\n*Another flicker, a quick distortion. That dreaded skull returns, the world shrouded in a bloody haze... Barely enough time to comprehend it before it slinks away. Though yet again, Thana pays no heed. She's not even aware... Its as if two consciousnesses are acting, with one in the lead and the other attempting to crawl its way out.*\n\n`\"There, for you...\"`"
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Ezgi crosses her arms around her legs like a child attempting to rock themselves in comfort, a pitiful display that would only become more pitiful as she flinches hard at the sudden loud cracking of a limb. The girl yelps in terror and falls backward, scraping her arm against a shard of broken bone from Thana's earlier little episode. She winces softly and attempts to hide it, removing one of her gloves to shove it under her sleeve where the scrape had torn a hole. The pitiful girl's hand was covered almost entirely in scars. Burns, cuts, bites, broken and bruised, but still alive and shaking. The girl had flinched at the sight of blood and sinew holding the body part together, unwilling to look at it. Instead, she focuses on the small wound she had herself, seemingly worried more than would normally be necessary. \n\n\"U-Unfortunately, i-its a curse n-no matter w-where I am. I a-am r-reborn thousands u-upon thousands of times, i-in other w-worlds n-not unlike the w-world tree's realms, y-yet I am always a-afflicted with this s-same curse. I w-will l-live the s-same life, a-and I will d-die the same d-death. M-Mother's cursed t-to allow it to h-happen, even if s-she did care about me *Still*.\"\n\nEzgi seems to recoil at Thana's words about her mother. Her lip quivers harder than usual and her eyes, still glued to the floor to avoid looking at the gore, glazed over. Her voice shakes. It seems Thana had accidentally struck a nerve.\n\n*\"I-I miss when s-she used to b-be happy.\"*\n\n \nThe girl clears her throat and successfully stifles her sob, turning to wipe her eyes off quickly and returning to hear the hollow thump of a limb hitting the floor. She tilts her head in curiosity, morbidly looking over to see an arm on the ground turn into a beautiful tiara, being slid toward her. The world around her again turns red and she alone remains untouched by the red haze, confused by the sudden switching's return. Ezgi sniffles softly and looks at the tiara, both intrigued and worried. \n\n\"W-wait, I-I can't.. I'm n-not worthy o-of receiving a-any gifts, l-let alone with m-my condition..\" She places her hands up, motioning that Thana should take it back.\n\nWhile motioning, Thana would be able to see a small stream of black mist escaping Ezgi's torn clothing, freezing the cloth and the glove that hid it. A black splotch befouled the edges of its fingers, prompting a possible inquiry about the unusual substance for a half-mortal.\n\n\"B-Besides, I wouldn't even k-know what t-to do with it. I-I look t-terrible in T-Tiaras.\" Ezgi lies, although it's not quite clear about what part of her statement."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*As Thana recovers herself from the display, she goes to smile at Ezgi. Only to pause, her expression quickly changing to a frown as she realises the harm she's causing... Her eyes sank a little as if there was a heart somewhere in her fleshy vessel. It would be breaking for this creature, to see such pain and suffering was twisted. It reminded her of herself, those fateful days when her life was flipped twice over. Cursed in a past life, now haunted by the nagging influence of a dead god here... Thana couldn't escape her condition either, suddenly it became so clear. These two were similar, they were both running from something they simply could not outrun.*\n\n`\"I.. I know how you feel, I'm afflicted too. Not with the same infection, but an infection nonetheless... I understand that at least. To want to scream, be free of the manacles the world throws upon you... It keeps you down, they're like weights. No matter how much you shift it, eventually, you'll get tired. That's when it strikes...\"` *She pats the grass and tries to sit close to Ezgi. Her arm quickly reformed to its original state. Thana moves her own hair softly to the side, opening up a smile once more. She had discomforted this creature, now she must at least attempt to soothe them. A small red mist forms in the air, clashing with the black of Ezgi. The mists swirl slightly, and Thanas is able to resist its cruel influence, barely.*\n\n`\"You are worthy, Ezgi. Don't let the thoughts that they pushed inside you decide that. For now, let me and you take the reigns huh? I know I'm a bit scared. Truth be told, I'm probably more nervous than you are. I'm not like the other deities, I'm just... Me. I don't know what to do with all this power.\"` *She picks up the tiara, then hovers it just above Ezgi's head. Waving her hand to gesture the girl to lower her head so she could put it on, it was a touching moment from an otherwise clueless creature. Thana knew nothing of her divine negating power. Ezgi was just a scared demigod to her. She didn't mind the substance or the mist. Because it didn't matter to her, they were people.*\n\n*The red mist eventually retracts, coating the grass with a beautiful haze, it was soft and malleable, you could run a hand through it just like a cloud. It was a symbolism in a way, she was giving out a piece of herself to show she cared. She keeps her hands positioned, nodding softly once more with a polite grin.*\n\n`\"May I, Ezgi?\"`"
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Ezgi hated the way Thana recoiled at the sight of her pitiful self. She felt anger writhe inside her core, negated by the loathing and depreciating mental fog that clouded any emotion beyond that former word. Pitiable, enough so that it caused Thana to give her a gift that she did not deserve. The ill woman was being pitied, made to receive a consolation prize for pulling on the right strings of a deity's heart. In the back of her mind, she wanted to slap away the tiara and run, but she knew that it would hurt Thana and doom the girl to a damaged relationship. Perhaps worse, if Thana was the aggressively-loving type. But she did not act on those intrusive thoughts, and thus the Goddess spoke, opening up to the Demi-God in kind for the introspective insight on mortality and life.\n\n\"But... I-In the end, I-I am b-born with these ch-chains and I-I wear th-them to my death. It's n-not why I w-wear them, b-but *How*, that t-truly matters. I c-can still feel, I c-can still move, and I c-can still *Love.* N-No curse w-will take that a-away from me, a-and as long as I can love, I-I will never be t-truly alone. T-That was the last message i-imparted to me by Any. N-Not the Goddess, n-not the *Traveller*, just Any.\"\n\n \nShe takes a deep breath, collects herself, and straightens herself up. Thana sits close to her, and she seems to scoot a little closer too. She opens her body towards the Goddess, a clear sign of trust and comfort towards the deity. The mist that surrounds them consistently seems to reel back when approaching Ezgi's to the point that a clear barrier of air separates the two, like a layer of oil above water. \n\n\"Perhaps t-that's why I f-feel so much p-pain when I see t-the Goddess. B-Because I still l-love my mother s-so, so much. I w-wonder if s-she's s-still in there, t-trapped and i-in pain.\" She sniffles quietly.\n\nThe girl focuses on Thana now, listening intently to the girl's words of affirmation and validation. She smiles warmly, renewed with a reminder of her purpose in life. She was born hurt and wanted the world to never need to know that pain. It was in turmoil that true strength was found and forged stronger in the face of adversity.\n\n\"T-Thank you, Miss T-Thana. I-I suppose w-we can j-just keep doing what w-we can. D-Do our best, and be k-kind to one a-another. I-It's all I c-can do, anyway.\"\n\nThe girl initially hesitated to accept the motion to bow her head but ultimately decided to oblige. She looks into Thana's eyes with a mix of unease and anxious anticipation, before taking a deep breath and tilted herself forward. She didn't know what her A-C would do to the tiara, but she had faith it would be okay.\n\n__**\"It would be an honor.\"**__"
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "`\"You're hooked on tragedy darling~ let's get that mental wound patched up hey?\"` *The crown slowly slides onto Ezgi's head, readjusting itself to fit nicely. The colours begin to change, matching the aesthetic she presents with... There is a small jolt of power, perhaps less than expected. Thana hadn't actually imbued this with anything more than the blood of her own body. It was more of a placebo test, she figured having a sense of importance may break the stupor of feeling alone... It was hard for a girl who was known in both this and a past life for murdering people on nothing more than an impulse. Even in her friendly movements, there was constant silent contemplation. One wrong step could end with this poor demigod being nothing more than a stain on the tree.*\n\n`\"I promise you, she's in there somewhere... I know that feeling all too well.\"` *There is another distortion in the world around them, crimson creeps up every corner. Vines of nerves and veins spread like wildlife as Thana reveals her actual form. A gargantuan looming skeletal structure, representing a wolf at its core. The bottom of her uneven body was held by an amalgam of reaching hands and compressed flesh. The sight was grounds for a nightmare, even if it was only for a second. But this... Creature, it still smiles back at her. Glowing pupils rattling and shimmering with constant vibrations. Her voice becomes far more booming and controlling of the situation, words flowing like the splashing of blood upon a warzone.*\n\n`\"This is the thing I keep at bay. My curse-\"`\n\n*The looming form tilts its head down and sinks back into the floor, the humanoid form of Thana quickly emerging from a puddle of viscera left on the floor. The strange visions may have made more sense now, those blips in perception were this monster clawing its way out for just a moment. Thana felt obligated to share her shackles with this demigod. To show she wasn't alone in suffering, there still wasn't something right. Why was such a friendly god able to become something so cataclysmically monstrous.*\n\n`\"Never stop fighting that battle, if I have to rip your mother from that deity I'll do it... It's okay to spill blood for a good cause... Right?\"` *She pronounces this in a questioning tone, rhetorically. She doubts herself, every action and motion is a conflicted uphill advance. Had Thana just offered to launch an attack on a god just to appease one creature. Did friendship and relatability mean that much to this poor soul?*"
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Ezgi flinches ever so slightly upon feeling the small jolt of energy before it began to change colors. The crown would warble as if being disfigured and shifted by a force that the Goddess could not perceive fully, silently melding the crown and draining it of power until it became pale white, the same as Ezgi. It maintained its shape for the time being, although it would visibly disappoint the girl upon seeing that the crown was destabilizing. That brief disappointment was quickly overtaken by the sudden change in scenery once again.\n\nThis time, it was so much bigger. It scared her, seeing the flesh and the viscera, the sinew and the blood. Thana's voice was the only soothing part of the ordeal, but when it began to boom, it would only add to the panic. She felt as though she was reliving a moment of dread, something from her past life that she tried to shut away. A scab that was ripped and began to bleed. She covered her ears and balled herself up, her breathing jumping from slow and controlled to erratic and worryingly quick. But just as the world around her had briefly changed, she managed to compose herself just as quickly. She stilled her shaking body and distanced herself from her fear, forcing herself to hold the crown and remember that she was okay in the presence of Thana.\n\nIf she had wanted her dead, she'd have done it a long time ago. Instead, she allowed herself to shed her mask and reveal the whole, truthful self of her form to the Demi-God, a sign of trust and one that must never go unnoticed.\n\n \n\"Y-You.. M-Miss Thana, I-I don't k-know what to say.. I just- I-I don't...\" She struggles to properly stick her words together, both in a mix of brief panic and actual genuine confusion at the sight she is seeing.\n\nShe quickly looks down, but realizes something; those blips in the air were of her true form? What was it that she was hiding, and what was it that would escape every so often? She had to ask now both for her and Thana's safety.\n\n\"W-Wait, so those c-changes in the a-air, those were y-your true form? B-But it k-kept coming o-out, I-I thought you w-were aware of t-that!\" She exclaims.\n\nShe pauses for a moment when Thana offers to attack her Patron God, but ultimately shakes her head. She smiles warmly and touches the white crown gently, content with the gift, even if it means nothing more than vanity. \n\n\"I-I don't int-tend to stop. B-but spilling b-blood when i-it isn't required i-is not how I do t-things. I'll always t-take the gamble t-that love exists i-in our hearts, rather than l-living with the bl-blood on m-my hands that c-could've been prevented. B-but.. I-I know it's naïve, and m-maybe that'll b-be the end of m-me. I'm okay with that."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*Thana adjusts her posture, relaxing her muscles and soothing her breathing with controlled exhales. Her eyes look dry and cracked, bloodshot blotches spread across the white like an infection, she turns to the side and with a loud gargled heave, spits a fountain of blood onto the floor, clutching her stomach and groaning... She was okay, just unsure of the feeling that came with having her body overtaken by that... Thing. It was an out-of-body and otherworldly experience, even for a divine creature. To be so used to having total influence.*\n\n`\" I'm fighting a losing battle, all I can do is stall for time- \"` *She coughs hoarsely, finally standing upright and wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her dark clothes. Finally paying attention to Ezgi once more, Thana's senses become on high alert. Her mind racing with prospects and possibilities, and that subtle pause in between the mention of attacking her god felt like centuries, amplified only by the eerie silence of the base of the tree. Her focus delves deeper, honing in on a bloodthirsty fantasy. With the sensual act of splitting a child from her mother, a cold and sadistic smile grows. Her eyes mirror that of the true form, tapping her foot to focus on anything other than the ecstasy of a kill. She counts beneath her breath, severing the improper thoughts.*\n\n*With a deep, long sigh she slumps to the floor. Collapsing playfully into the softness of the grass, she wiggled her fingers in between the fresh blades of nature. She even yawns briefly, interrupted by a guttural noise from her being, the girl's hands move quickly to cover her mouth as she rolls her eyes and speaks out again, her tone much softer with a hint of pretentiousness. She had to put on the innocent mask just for a moment until those scrambled impulses settled.*\n\n`\" Do you know some creatures show love by executing their partners after they've made a family? I don't- sorry... I don't know why I said that- I should really... You know what. Forget I said that, please? \"`"
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Ezgi watches the girl closely as she starts to heave and looks away again when she spouts blood from her mouth which admittedly, actually got her again. She trembles with discomfort at the sight, her features cringing at the sounds and the sight, once it was on the floor. The sheepish girl looked back down at the ground, her hands nervously scratching at each other while she fidgeted. Her scratching grew frightfully forceful when Thana spoke again, worried about something that seemed only apparent to Ezgi. \n\nWhen Thana gazed upon Ezgi with the eyes of her true form, Ezgi stared back with blank, tired eyes. Something was weighing heavy on her mind, and it was making her so very tired. Not the kind that came from physical exhaustion; it was the exhaustion of the mind, the windows into the soul revealed an unending battle of attrition between a depression so severe, that it threatened her life over and over, and the dimming light that was fighting that uphill battle. She didn't say anything to Thana initially, as if she couldn't think of anything kind, gentle, or anything.\n\nThe woman had laid beside her in the grass, messing with the blades between her fingers while Ezgi clawed nervously at her own. She stopped before her raw skin started to bleed, turning dark as if bruised. She places her hands atop one another politely as she tries to reel herself back in, but the sounds keep weighing on her. She couldn't maintain her composure when every sound Thana made would remind her of memories she tried so hard to keep under wraps. The gurgling, the sound of blood splashing, and congealed viscera smacking the floor with a disgusting slap. The scent. The backdrop was already appearing in her mind: the visions of needless bloodshed and brutal death, of torture no human mind should ever have to endure. The visions of what her Mother allowed her to do.\n\nThe *Visions of what her Mother allowed to happen.*\n\n \n~~Do you know some creatures show love by executing their partners after they've made a family?~~\n\n~~Do~~ *You* **Know** ~~some~~ **Creatures** ~~show~~ *Love* ~~by~~ ***__executing their__*** ~~partners after they've made a~~ ***__family__***?\n\nEzgi looks dead into Thana's eyes, that dim light fading away and leaving an empty darkness that matches the dreadful, lonely black of the Void. Her despondent, pathetic excuse for a gaze breaks down, glazing over but the dam doesn't break just yet. The feeling of her heart beating so loud in her chest, fluttering alongside the anxiety in her stomach, the sensation of nausea she felt and the dizziness and haze of it all, it was too much.\n\n\"I-I.. *Hic*.. M-My *M-mother*..\"\n\nEzgi's hands stuck together like glue; quite literally. The skin of her hands had frozen together from the moisture of sweat between the surfaces and her curse of an ability had frozen them together. Amid her breakdown, she tore her hands apart to hold herself, ripping the skin away and bleeding her dark liquid essence down her arms.\n\nThe dam had finally broken, and Ezgi sobbed, quietly at first, but grew louder with every attempt at a comforting rocking motion as she dripped her curse onto the ground. The air became frigid, and the plants would wither as they froze on contact with the black splotches she left on in the wake of panic.\n\n*Just what has this girl seen, to be so broken?*"
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*Thana pays no heed at first glance. She doesn't even seem to notice. Desensitised to the fountains of gore and unpleasant performances that follow her every heavy step. Watching Ezgi begin to shake and the light fade from her eyes was the signal something was wrong... Very, very wrong. She stands up and tilts her head, her own glowing eyes staring into the abyssal pupils of the poor soul before them. She sighs, knowing that this might be the last point before it all goes wrong. Thanas own eyes dim, her form splits and tears. The split in the girl's torso reveals an enormous gaping mouth, cleaving her in two, pulsating and writhing, nothing more than an exposed jaw. Dripping flesh and gnashing teeth spark as it pulls itself from her body as a separate entity, expanding to such a large point it could devour her whole. The jaw looms over Ezgi.*\n\n*She thinks... Kindness wasn't working, she wasn't made for it. There was nothing she could do without disturbing this poor girl, but... Perhaps... No- she shakes off her own disgusting thoughts, looking towards her own machinations. The jaw fully ready to clamp down on this demigod and put it out of its misery. Spitting blood onto the floor once more, her skin pales further... Thana reaches a hand into the open mouth and keeps the upper jaw held high. No longer just fighting Ezgis battle, but her own desire to devour this sorry excuse of divinity. The jaw had a unique serpentine shape, long drooping fangs and a forked tongue that writhes with animosity.*\n\n`\"Shit... Shit- God damn it Thana... Get your fucking head under control.\"` *She mutters to herself, watching the demigod continue to sob... She knew touching her might set something else off entirely, but what option did she have left? There is a frown as she reaches her free hand towards Ezgi, a spark of her own divinity radiating. Glowing crimson eyes appear from the darkness in the black splotches. Thana was attempting to override everything, manually hijacking Ezgis' mind if she had to. But she had to be let in...*\n\n`\"Ignore your mother... It's just me and you... You need to let me in- I can make it stop...\"` *Then... A deafening silence, every noise is mute. No more splashes, no more gargling. Not even the surrounding ambience, just the complete tranquillity of nothingness. Perhaps a sensation that might have been more like her home. It was the demigods' choice to accept this silence, to cleanse her mind of everything for a moment. Thana was putting her full energy into this, clashing with her own alter ego just to stop an impending death. Her hand begins to slip under the strength of the jaw, lowering slightly towards the two.*\n\n`\"Come on... Come on... You said you'd help everyone, help yourself and help me...\"` *The god's voice trembles, fear greater than what should be expected from a divine in this scenario. There was care behind her words, something that separated them from many other egotistical divine.*"
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Ezgi's panic attack left her virtually paralyzed to the floor as she was unable to understand anything in her surrounding wake. The black mist that escaped her hands seeped out into every part of the open air, creating a haze of darkness that would quickly surround the pair, even as the Goddess of Bloodlust revealed her undesirable colors. Her accursed blood froze a path from her sleeves down to the floor, dripping into distinct puddles on the ground that drained the color of everything except black, stealing life from everything by causing it to freeze. The only thing she could hear as she rocked back and forth was a loud, piercing ringing only interrupted by the deafening cacophony of her heart thrumming for its life in her ears, Her vision was blurry, distorted, and cold, as if she was being frozen from the inside and slowly losing her life as well.\n\nVisions plagued her every waking moment, distorting her reality with confusing flashbacks to memories that were not from her current lifetime. Thana would attempt to hijack Ezgi's mind to prevent her from continuing to feel such pain, to sedate her and cease her haywire emotions, but would find that it would come short. Instead, a divine influence of its own would seep out from the haze that surrounded them and quickly overtook the radiating divinity.\n\nThana would be overtaken by a severe cold and simultaneously felt like she was no longer on the ground. The air now surrounded them in a bubble, encapsulating the two as all the light, the scent of blood, the air, it would fade. All that would be left was a grey-scaled frozen **Void.** A voice of the divine would boom within both of the beings' ears.\n\n\"**One day, the void will take all. Such is the nature of entropy, and the mission of the deep.**\"\n\nThana's divine power would dwindle quickly within this bubble, any form of divine influence that she had would freeze, stopping in its tracks. Any other \"Outside\" Influences would cease to be as well, for as long as they remained inside the pocket of the void that Ezgi's bleeding hands continued to feed. Not all was well, however, as the cold was dangerous and threatened to kill the demi-god and possibly even Thana if they had no resistance to the lethal cold of the darkness.\n\nEzgi continued to rock herself quietly, the sound would be greatly muffled but she spoke loudly enough to make out her ramblings. \n\n\"M-Mother, I-I'm sorry- I-I'm s-so sorry, I-I'll be b-better, please d-don't throw me a-away, I- I can s-still be useful, I-I'm not u-useless, p-please.. Please... *P-please..* I-I c-can... *-hic-*\""
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*Memories... Lost... Trust betrayed, visions sundered... Thana saw it all in the moment of weakness. A fragile demigod, puppeteer'd by something more. As the increase in power began to emanate from Ezgis body and another voice took hold, the bloodlust goddess knew what she was getting into. An attempt at meeting the creature behind these games. Surrounded and plunged into darkness, the icy cold that crept over her. A familiar feeling, as she sank that day... Then re-emerged in the cold blood of that damn serpent. Though this was far worse, freezing over. She could feel her fingers grow number by the second, sighing she calls out to Ezgi... An apology for the events that would follow.*\n\n`\" I'm sorry... I should've just stayed silent. \"` *A defeated murmur. She closes her eyes and finally embraces the thing that had been holding her for so long, if this god spoke so keenly of their conquering. Thana would have to propose a challenge to keep that at bay, an ultimatum. What better creature to fight the void than the one that eclipsed it? The originator of all this, the monstrous creature responsible for those divine screams... The world quaked on that day, but now... The only thing that came crashing down was herself.*\n\n*An insatiable hunger only equalised the nullification of her divine power infesting her pale body. She hisses, grabbing at her own head and sinking her nails deep into the fragile flesh, straight into the skull. Piercing it like putting a finger in a pie. Blood flows like a waterfall, soaking her own form in a majestic blessing of crimson. Bones pop from their sockets, splitting the skin and pushing outwards as she fully submits to that god forsaken curse. Seconds pass and the creature is already there. Ruining the calm appearance and transforming any peace that remained into nothing more than horror. Luckily for Ezgi, this beast did not have its fiery eyes on her... Rather, it was firmly entranced by the booming voice.* \n\n`\"No.\"` *Thanas own growling voice responds, the words gargle on the delight of her own misery. She chokes on the ecstasty of agony. Rearing up the gigantic wolf's skull that adorns her towering figure, it snarls and opens. Revealing rows upon rows of sharpened teeth, honed like blades. A toothy grin follows a guttural howl that pierces the surrounding void. Chattering and whispers fill the air. Threats and demands for blood stir the bleakness, creating sound and activity to disrupt the very concept of nothing.*\n\n`\" The void will take nothing. You... Will see nothing. Your mission is destined to fail. Fate has foretold it... I await you, Deity... A million arms crave to embrace you, while a thousand teeth long for your flesh. A hundred eyes covet your pain and my pleasure. My jaw remains open. Not for the morsel beside me... She has earned her peace, but for you... False darkness. When I am free, when you are running. I will chase. Your footsteps will be mute. You have broken limbs, and your ego is shattered. That is the truth of the void, uphold your actual mission deity... Allow me to feast, allow your memories to become naught, to truly become nothing... We will forget you, the world will not cry... It will not even notice. The silence will be your ultimate joy and your ruination. But that is okay... \"`\n\n*A pause... The tension rises, the boiling blood of an unchained divine surges through the darkness. The chattering voices shift, reassuring... Hopeful, they talk to Ezgi.*\n\n`\" It is okay... You are safe... For I will guard you with every drop of blood at my disposal...\"`\n\n*Then, the voice turns its attention back to the deity.*\n\n`\"It is okay to be forgotten... For that is the mission of the deep, is it not? Remember this. Remember my name, remember who will fall at my feet and be buried in a beautiful feast... Remember...\"`\n\n ~~Edon~~ Thana \"\n\n*Then... Silence once more, as if it never happened. Thana stands idle... Unphased, unconcerned. Just... Blankly...*"
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Memories flashed frequently between rapid spikes of panic and anxiety-fueled black-outs, visions of happier times, with her family. The kind, gentle mother she once knew and looked up to, her sister who had not shared the same blood as she, yet treated her like the family she hadn't ever experienced before, deserved wholeheartedly. It was because of her loving mother that she took to bear the vile cross that marked her as the Kin of the Void, it was because of the debt of love that she could never hope to pay back, that she chose to bear this monstrous husk of a mother's treatment, hoping that she would be able to return to an era that had them both happily sitting upon their space-station, drinking their exotic drinks and sharing the days they had. The adventures they had. The love they shared, when there was no blood relation between the two.\n\nSo why? Why did she allow herself to succumb so easily to the frightful anxiety attacks that plagued her when she tried to ration out her thinking? Why did she let herself slip in the face of someone who needed help, who was so much like her that she could almost see her very own visage in her face? Pulling herself out of her stupor and shaking like a leaf on the wind, she focused on the good that could come from Thana, from the Void, from the World that she knew now.\n\nShe'd done this a thousand times, and she would do it a thousand more. For the family she will always have, and for the family that could be. \n\n*For Thana, who very well may have been her sister, if the circumstances were just a little different.*\n\n \nAnd yet, for as long as the circumstances were not set in stone, she could always be the feather on the scale that breaks the balance. *She breathes, counting the grass.* Ezgi could fight, for as long as she had her limbs, for as long as she could move her body, she could rage against the dark of the night. *She holds up her bleeding hands, smearing her blackened blood against her white cheeks as she wipes away the frozen tears.* She would not ever stand to watch and see as they succumb to curses that were beyond them ever again. If she had to die to free her mother, her sister, herself, and Thana, from their shackles, then what was one life pitted against all of theirs? *She stands, no longer shaking.*\n\n\"Thana.. Pl-Please, don't.. I-I chose this, I-I can't let—\" She is cut off by the booming of another voice, one that didn't feel like the one she knew.\n\nShe feels like she's pushed back by the sudden change of Thana's appearance yet again, watching the gore unfold and that dreadful wolf skull resurface itself. She hates the way that she can feel the struggle between Thana and whatever force is inside of her. Ezgi gazed into the void bleeding out of her hands, unsure of what she could do. So she did what she could do. She tried to call to her loved one, in hopes that they would see the light where the void had shunned it.\n\n*An eye for an eye, and they will all go blind.*\n\n\"Th-Thana, stop... Please... M-My mother.. She isn't herself, she isn't this monster... Look at me, please- This isn't you, either! You're kind, you're a wonderful God with a passion that can't be rivaled, if you are a Goddess of Bloodlust, let it be a bloodlust for justice, for our righteous and level-headed goals... For the happiness that we deserve, and not the vengeance that poisons our bloodlines...\"\n\n \nShe grows weak and cold, as her human body begins to fail her amid this brutal chill. There was no response from her Mother, who seemed to have left a long time ago, disinterested in the platitudes of a God who had fallen and was forgotten by those who still lived.\n\n\"When you gazed into the Void and saw nothing, what did you do, Thana? Will you give in to the cold, the despair, and the bleakness?\"\n\n\"O-Or w-will you b-bear the c-cold, the l-lonely curse, t-the darkness, and c-continue to try a-and find the l-light?\"\n\nEzgi feels her body failing her, she knows she will die if she remains in this cold, but her legs are already giving way. She finds herself on the floor, bleeding from her palms excessively as she crawls toward Thana, attempting to dissuade her from the violence and hatred, from the anger of their unjust and unfair circumstances. For the first time in a long time, she feels like she is attempting to save someone from themselves rather than it being the other way around. There was no 'my' curse, it was now 'our' curse. The curse of the blood, the hatred, the sadness, the 'what ifs' and 'if only's'.. \n\nShe called out to her one last time before even her throat would lose its fight against the cold.\n\n\"W-We can choose t-to be better... W-We are n-not what t-they make us... W-we can choose to t-turn the other cheek.. And d-do better... F-for... Th-those we... Love...\""
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*In complete sensory deprivation, could the prospect of purity snap her from the hungry trance... Her body convulses and writhes back into its terrifying form again, lost in instability and overwhelmed by the sensation of malice.*\n\n*Teeth gnashing, hunger pangs. A constant hunger, a parasitic leech, controls her body like a puppet on bloody strings. The glow of where her eyes once were continued to dim expressionlessly, making it hard to tell which side was losing. The surrounding sight was just as beautiful as it was unsettling, both sides of the conflict wish for inverted outcomes. Thana can only try to focus, feeling the cold envelop them further... A whisper from the grave, she feels the pull of Ezgis' words. The heart-wrenching pleas for something more than bloodshed. Resolution. That was what this was all about, to resolve... Ezgi was kind, potentially too kind... Throwing herself in harm's way for the sake of purity. The snake and wolf silently judge, their ragged breaths causing every bone to twitch and spasm with the passage of time.*\n\n*The wolf sees hope, a poor soul that needed nothing more than a company in this misery... Blood could be spilt later. She needed to get it back inside this demigod, and fast. A cruel transfusion. Is it cruel to give part of herself, a beating heart, to the void's child? Would it anger the mother to see her daughter no longer pure and riddled with plain entropy?*\n\n*The snake sees desolation, a ruined individual that could be desecrated to an unholy pulp of what it once was. The joyous thought of sinking its venomous fangs into this already wounded piece of essence, would she scream? Beg? Or simply accept this tainted gift. He could not decide. He did not want to. Such was the joy of an endless mentality, looped in rumours and weaving between the fabric of possibility and madness.*\n\n*The choice was befitting for the divine, the two clash... An immortal rivalry, but that was just it... They weren't immortal. Thana was weaker than the rest. Splintered from the labour of their collective mother. If she perished, they could both rest... The scythe re-emerges, dangling just atop the branch above Thanas' monstrous visage, ready to drop like a guillotine at a moments notice. It twinges with expectation, almost sentient. Then drops...*\n\n*The cold is pushed out, a warm sensation... Ezgi may feel as though they were wrapped in the embrace of a boiling liquid, even if none was present. Thana had presented an ultimatum to her inner conflict. Now it was time to see if he would back down... The scythe continues falling, ready to strike down Thana and the curse in the process... Closer, closer...*\n\n*Gone... In not even the blink of an eye, a pale hand reaches to cup the scythes hilt as though it had drifted peacefully down. She looks down at the wounded demigod... Pushing out the cold as best she could for the pair. Looking at the drained Tiara that rested upon Ezgis' head.*\n\n`\" I-It looks nice on you... \"` *She responds, almost completely randomly. Words flow stiffly, every syllable a struggling tremble... She comes to terms with what had happened so quickly. She had beaten it back. Just this once... Perhaps the company of a kind soul, had Ezgi just bought herself... No- The world? Some more time... Before it returns, before change runs amok and the cycle starts a new...*\n\n`\" Y-you helped me... Why exactly? Why can you help a divine, but a divine can't help you? Did I fail as a deity? No- N-no, I can make this right... I can do it, the tiara didn't work, but this will... T-this... It has to. \"`\n\n*She turns away this side, acknowledging Ezgis unease for gore for the first time. Reaching into her very own flesh and pulling out a beating heart... Quickly masking using her influence to appear as... A harp? An instrument of her time... Heart strings and harp strings were the same, they were both pulled and could both be torn...*\n\n`\"C-can I try again? Please...\"` *Sorrowful words, her broken eyes weep...*"
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Ezgi's cold and freezing body feels as though it is forced to fly through pots of boiling water, the heat searing for a moment before the cold in her veins cooled it down and repeated the process. The girl held herself in agony as it slowly equalized into a tender, safe warmth and she could bear to open her eyes again. She felt like this same feeling had properly summarized their whole experience; trading the temporarily uncomfortable for the long-winded comfort, slowly becoming more comfortable with that which haunted and scared her.\n\nShe opened her eyes to see Thana, with a guillotine of a scythe falling upon her head. She wanted to cry out, to try and do something to stop it, but before she could even think to reach her hand out, the blade had vanished from her sight, suddenly held by Thana's hands. Still, on the ground, she had been damaged by the cold and left unable to do more than watch the Goddess slowly weave shaken words together, her first sentence bringing a wave of warmth and relief beyond that of the heat that radiated from Thana, causing her shaking arms to give and drop her, sending her falling back into the dirt. \n\nShe manages to pull herself up despite a great struggle, resting on her knees and allowing her bleeding hands to rest limply at her sides. Ezgi pants as if exhausted, watching the Goddess' eyes wearily. She wants to speak, to say thank you, but finds a lump in her throat that she can't swallow. Her eyes sink to the ground and only prick up slightly when she speaks again. Her eyes shoot up when she hears the shaking of her voice, asking if she did her divine duty. The lump is replaced by a warmth that burrows down into her stomach, allowing her tongue to work once more.\n\n \n\"N-No.. No- Th-Thana.. You d-didn't fail anything..! D-don't say that.. T-The Tiara d-didn't fail, I-It helped me... I-it helped me t-truly know w-what kind of p-person you are, Thana. It helped m-me help you. You h-helped me, t-to help you...\" She comforts the Goddess.\n\nThe girl watches as she turns away and although she can't hear it, she can hear the sounds of the viscera and blood spill. She swallows a shaky and heavy urge to reel back, slowly coming to terms that it was the nature of the Goddess, and it would not bring back the horrid memories of the past. She was safe, and Thana would surely spill her blood for a good cause, she trusted her in that respect. She'd turn back to Ezgi and reveal the heart harp, prompting the girl to lazily tilt her head, swaying back and forth like a flag in the wind. She was tired but remained at attention.\n\n\"Y-You don't have to ask me f-for anything T-Thana. I-I'll... I-I'll happily accept a-any gift you g-give me. I-If I could, I'd r-return them j-just same, b-but...\" The girl's tone was solemn but earnest. She shakes her head and looks at her bloodied hands once more. She wipes them off, although she kept bleeding. It seemed she couldn't heal herself."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*The cold and warm clash. Thana wipes sweat from herself, not necessarily exhausted; rather, processing the fear of death. The idea that she had nearly taken her own life on a split second decision... Her hands quickly bury themselves in pockets as she continues to recover from the endeavour, listening patiently to Ezgis words. Amidst the chaos, they have found a brief respite in each other's presence. If the deity had the words, she would've thanked a thousand times. Yet no verbal compliment could match the guilt she felt dumping such a tide of emotion upon this demigod.*\n\n*Her eyes skim over the still bleeding hands and the lack of regeneration Thana could offer to recover the wounds, but knew the process wouldn't be pleasant. Ezgi hated the violent nature of how the goddess acted and using such crude and vile manifestations to heal them may only lead to insecurities or impurity about their nature. So she can only watch the grievous injury in silent contemplation, knowing her own doing was part of the reason for all of this devastation. She places her stained fingers upon the strings of the harp and plays a simple melody, a small chiming encore... Ambience seemed to seep back in, natural noises returning as the blowing of leaves from the tree and the delicate breeze of the wind envelop the two. One of the rare times she had expressed her secondary domain of memories, this was a song from her past life. A tune she used to hum to along the waterside...*\n\n`\" What kind of person am I? Reckless? Dangerous? I do something nice, then offset it with horrors beyond mortal comprehension. I'm in despair. Every time I try to do something good, this is what happens. \"` *Her response is still shaken, stuck in a perpetual loop of self reflection, enslaved to the memories of a better time. Searching her memories, for just once instance without bloodshed... But there wasn't the tune by the river.. She hummed to forget the gargled squeals of the person she drowned. Those happy times of singing to dying patients, they were wounded by her hand...*\n\n`\" You... You're fighting to help people with something you can't help yourself fix. I-is that it... Why can't I fix you Ezgi... Why? Why- Why WHY.\"` *Her voice rises for a moment, then simmers with a deep exhale, controlling her temper.*"
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Ezgi felt a strange mixture of unease and dizzyingly powerful relief wash over her, causing ensuing nausea to nearly send her back onto the ground to puke out whatever she'd eaten before this encounter. While holding back her gag, she managed to hear something that she'd not realized was blasting in her body this whole time; her heart was thrumming so loudly, so hard, that she could feel the beat inside of her hands. She was alive. Thana was alive, and they were both living lives that could continue to change, so long as their hearts continued to beat.\n\nHer hands ached, her head hurt, her wounds burned and her skin felt like ice, but she still breathed. She was going to live. She was going to *Live*. Something about this interaction had helped Ezgi open her eyes to something she'd closed them on before; to help others, one must help themselves first. Rescue workers made peace with the fact that they could die at any moment should they slip up, why has Ezgi grown the fear of death once more? Why was she afraid of the things that *Could've* Killed her, when she has died to worse things? She was given the luxury of dying a worthy death, and to return anew, to throw herself in the service of others to help them heal. She could heal Thana, she could heal her Mother. She could forgive herself for the failures and misgivings that caused so much grief and suffering. Maybe she could help the others do the same. \n\n\nShe sways a little too hard and falls back, landing on her back before she quickly readjusts it to a cross-legged seat. She felt woozy, probably from the blood loss. Despite the loopiness, she hears the girl's song just fine and digests it slowly, able to notice the way she seems to spite herself as the tune gently plays. She combats it by slowly singing a lyric from a song she remembered in a past life. \n\n\"I-I know it's hard t-to see me like this b-but... I'm glad y-you're here...\"\n\nShe pauses and looks at her hands one last time, before moving closer to the girl, slowly scooting herself forward along the grass in a silly motion.\n\n\"H-Hopefully I'll wake u-up tomorrow a-and I'll be th-thinking clear.\" \n\nShe smiles, despite being covered in blood. She thinks about how this reminded her of an early childhood memory, of her and her sister... The way they laughed with each other despite having nosebleeds and scrapes, cuts and bruises.\n\n\"Y-You shouldn't focus on f-fixing anything r-right now, methinks. I think y-you should take s-some time to just... Be more comfortable. More cozy with t-the tender side of yourself, the s-side that finds j-joy in the little things. T-The little scrapes and b-bruises of climbing rocks, the nosebleed f-from the drying of y-your nose.. If b-blood is shed, let it be f-for fun.\" She smiles warmly, her own nose starting to bleed a little."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*Thana takes a brief reprieve to just breathe, feeling the cool air wash over her. The stillness of tranquillity found in a moment of self care deeply contrasts the maniacal frenzy only moments ago. The blood throbs from her eyes as they softly twitch in confusion, unlike the chilling cold void Ezgi felt encapsulated within. Thana only felt the blistering heat of a thinking mind. The clarity of just being allowed a moment, where her thoughts finally belonged to themselves. She didn't need it right now... The chains of carved weapons they no longer held her down. Respite developed a momentary pause, a fresh perspective opening behind those sunken weeping eyes.*\n\n*Lyrics... Lyrics she didn't know the source of, but ones she felt on a close level. Solace in a world of moral eigengrau. Thana was glad both of them were still alive... Not necessarily thriving, but still pushing forward, the subtle movement of grass underneath the pair only served to bring them closer. Ezgis' little scooting was met with a warm smile. She was... Clean. Thanas skin finally not drenched in viscera, wounds closed... A look of purity and a glance filled with nothing but appreciation for this moment.*\n\n`\" If I could still fall over in a park somewhere and grit my teeth in pain... I'd fall over a hundred times just to experience it again. I've forgotten what the pain feels like. There is so much suffering but I'm accustomed to it. Does that make me traumatised or brave? \"`\n\n*She scoots closer herself, laying a hand on her own lap, as if she were offering a prayer to something. Perhaps old habits never truly die. What good was a deity praying for forgiveness when she was one? Sometimes, her mind slipped. A lapse of judgement that often was when she felt happiest, the remnants of her stress were evaporated in these times. She felt best when pretending she was just a normal girl, living a life she wanted to live... Exploring the world, travelling like she never could back then...*"
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Ezgi watched the Goddess closely, unsure whether to engage her in more attempted comforting or simply allow her to digest and comprehend the all-encapsulating mess of emotions that the girl was more than likely experiencing on a cosmic level. Ezgi frankly did not envy the duties of the Gods, but she still found herself empathizing with them, even the cruelest of them all. Many were born from the tree without their say-so, forced to take a role by the dreadfully unknown will of the large tree within the center of the universe, to puppeteer a role or become the puppet themselves... A role that she understood too well. \n\nIn the life before her last, she had done many cruel things, many horrid things, many sins committed, and later on, many crimes she had been adjudicated for. She was to absolve for her sins by giving her life away. It was when she was reborn, that the crimes would catch up to her. It was not her choice to burden such sins, but the slate was never washed away. She looked at Thana with a silent, contemplative gaze, hoping that one day, Thana would see the path that is set for you would not always be the one you take in the end. The nature of Entropy enjoys throwing variables around and watching them interact, after all...\n\nShe snorts, realizing she is more akin to her mother than she realized.\n\nTheir moment of respite had allowed Ezgi to make so many new revelations, that she didn't quite know what to do from here. The only place from rock bottom was to climb upwards, however. Thana asked her a question. She had to respond.\n\n \n\"Wh-Who suffers, Thana? W-When a man g-goes to war for h-his family, for his c-country, and returns b-broken and irreparable, f-forced to see his f-fellow man die i-in his arms, made t-to carry their m-memories in their heads r-rather than sh-sharing a drink a-after a game.. I w-would say he i-is traumatized, never t-to return to the field a-again..\"\n\nShe changes her posture slightly. She stops slouching and her expression changes from soft and pained to solemn and focused.\n\n\"But a man with a-a heart, w-who suffers the pains o-of w-war and death, t-to see his family again, to t-take all the suffering h-he can hold for t-the sake of others, s-so others may never have t-to witness what he has t-to see... H-He is brave. Th-the bravest of them all.\"\n\nHer expression softens again.\n\n\"I t-think it's all a matter o-of perspective. But the t-two are not m-mutually exclusive. I think y-you're the bravest o-of them all, Thana.\"\n\nEzgi watches Thana quietly, unaware of what her motions mean, although respectful of them nonetheless. It allotted the injured woman some time to dress and bandage her wounds, applying salve and fighting subtle tears that surfaced and glazed her eyes. It was a good reminder that she was still alive and that there was always more to do."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*Shuffling slightly on the spot, the girl finishes her prayers and remains on her knees... Staring upwards at the sky and the inter-tangling mess of the tree so close to them, to think she could scale it whenever she pleased... As a young girl, she'd always wanted to touch a cloud, but this... This was another experience entirely. Listening closely to the words, she soaks in the implications and is reminded of the horrors of war, to see so many charge away only for so few to come back... To see a pure heart stained with the blood of another, steel on steel.*\n\n*She had tainted her steel oh so long ago... And those stains would never be wiped clean, no matter how hard she tried to forget. But there was time for adaptation and a time for change. Something she was so averse to, even when it pulled the strings behind every action. She ran from the curse in her heart even if it was fated to claw back into reality. These thoughts are rationalised and pushed aside from a blank body, the only expression changing was the heaviest of sighs upon being called brave. She didn't truly believe it. Words of good intention fell short to a being part of a grand design for murder.*\n\n`\" Thank you... Ezgi, truly. I mean that from me, not this divine representation, but the small part of my soul still unable to rest deep down. If we are talking about the bravest however, I would give that credit to you... Trying to save a being that could crush you with a flick of the wrist, I could've broken you in an instant... But you didn't relent, I don't see stupidity. I see heroism and you may just be the greatest hero of them all. \"`\n\n*She reaches over to try to give a gentle pat on the shoulder if allowed... Hoping to rest her fingers in between the cuts and bruises and offer some much needed comfort in a dark experience.*\n\n`\" I hope if you ever feel unrest or anyone tries to hurt you, that you think of me and I will be there to protect you. You've saved me. It's only right to do the same back.\"`"
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Ezgi knew her words couldn't quite resonate with the girl, her heavy sigh had only sealed the last nail on the coffin for her negative thinking, knowing fully that it was foolish to attempt to reconcile the bond between the despot that parasitically dug into her being, and the gentle and kind soul that housed that monstrous abomination. Her nose twitched, and her bloodied, bandaged hands clasped together, returning to their nervous fidgeting. It seems her bravery had finally come to an end, and the returning of old habits had resurfaced from the surge of emotions that had managed to waterlog them for the preciously short time being.\n\nIt was still uneasy to remember just how easily she could be murdered and returned to her home realm, where she could be forced to relive every terrible experience of being reborn. It was a terrible state of affairs that her cruel deity of a mother did not decide to spare even the mercy of a painless rebirth. She felt like she had no choices in life anymore. Even the gift of death was robbed from her. The gift of life had been taken a long, long time ago when she had been just a child, sentenced and condemned to die in a trench.\n\nIt was a God that had decided to look down upon her and grant her mercy then, it was the same now. That god placed her hand on her shoulder, forcing a flinch. She tried to hold herself steady, but her instincts tore her arm away from Thana too quickly to allow her reason to kick in. She sighed, gritting her teeth.\n\n \n\"Y-Yes, well.. Maybe s-stupidity and h-heroism have m-more in common than I thought. I m-may just be the b-biggest fool and f-fraud of them all.\" She whispers to herself.\n\nBut her jaw relaxed, and her eyes had finally relaxed, allowing those glazed orbs to break their tension and allow tears to fall. She glanced back at Thana with a broken, quivering, but soft smile. Her hands reached out towards the Goddess, pulling her gently by the digits back to her arm, where she placed them over her wounds. \n\n\"I-I'm no Hero, Thana. I n-never will be, but I made peace with that. I w-will do wh-what b-brings out t-the best of myself, and t-that will always be b-bringing out t-the best in o-others. I-I'm eternally b-bound to suffer, b-but that's w-what makes me w-who I am, right? T-that's what I think, anyway. N-No point in a-arguing with a fool.\"\n\nThe girl leans her head into Thana's hand on her shoulder, the ice-cold sensation matching her snow-white skin tone. The girl looks up toward the Goddess and glances at her wounds, softly chuckling incredulously. \n\n\"Err.. If it's not too much trouble, c-could you possibly help me c-close my wounds, Th-Thana?\" \n\nEzgi knew what she was asking for. Thana would likely see that despite the lightheartedness, they were not light words."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*Tensions had finally settled, the pair could get some much deserved peace. Thana would wait patiently and keep a blissful watch over the demigod, treating them as a friend but also somebody in need. Seeing how they twitch and fidgeted, as well as the way her eyes showed, they were lost, deep in thought. There is a moment of awkwardness as Ezgi first pulls away. The goddess does not look offended or hurt. She understands it's an involuntary reaction and something she knew all too well with the curse mangling her train of thought. Keeping slow and delayed in movements to try to ensure a level of trust remained between the pair.*\n\n*To say the pair were damaged was an understatement. One was subject to cruel rebirths and a seemingly eternal torment, whilst the other ran from an inner demon that sapped her soul with each waking moment, just how long would it be before Thana was no more and the husk of her body laid way for yet another god to be born... Or reborn. She still did not understand why this entity had so much more knowledge than her or why it knew faces... It didn't recognise Ezgi at least, so that was something. No doubt it would ask to kill them too.*\n\n*As her arm is gently pulled back to rest on, Thana feels the stinging cold of Ezgis draining ability. Her own divinity saps away slowly. She cannot feel the warm influence she usually had. Tending to wounds would be harder than the first thought, but she wouldn't let that show. Instead she gently nods, conjuring a kit of medical supplies and stitches, or sutures as she would have known them. Small bits of thread and a small sewing needle adorned in her crimson style. An ornate piece she would carefully guide.*\n\n`\" Of course I will, try not to move too much, alright? \"` *A reassuring smile, Thana downplays the demigods divine ability and tries to pretend it was never there, starting with a gentle dab of a small cloth to try to wipe any open cuts and sanitise a bruise. She had no idea if this would sting.*\n\n*After the wounds had been initially cleaned, it was time for her to begin using the small needle and thread, there was a great effort of delicacy that made this experience oddly human, she could've probably taken an easy way out by forcefully injecting her hyperactive blood into Ezgi to accelerate regeneration but was in no rush to gross out the poor girl any further with the displays of gore. Each wound was a slow process as she softly weave the thread and loops it. Ready to tie together the wounds. Thana can't help but give a small smile at the exchange. She felt like a normal girl again. That was what she had wanted most, over all of her lives. This one included. An opportunity she never really got to do, and when she did... It never mattered, it was only to spur on her prey to run back into the wider world so she could catch them again, playing with her food.*\n\n*As they are sutured together. There is a deep sigh of relief from the goddess. Admiration for her own handiwork? She was amazed she remembered how to do this, and how to do it well. This was an obvious moment of weakness for both of them, Thana showing her humanity and Ezgi showing trust. Could she trust Thana? Was it really all that it seemed?*\n\n`\" There we are, sorry if I hurt you at all... \"` *She keeps her hand close despite the numbing sensation. At the minute, she didn't care about letting her guard down, finally happy to sit with somebody and potentially be normal for just a brief period. A long pause provides the girl with time to think over mistakes and also to respond to the other points finally. She had been postponing them in order to carefully choose the right thing.*\n\n`\" You're my hero right now, Ezgi. I'll never forget that-\"` *She cuts herself off before too much appreciation pours forth and the waterworks begin, a close call... The moment needed to remain tranquil, any emotional outbursts could spell doom if not correctly mitigated.*"
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Ezgi couldn't say she felt a bit uneasy at the thought of holding Thana's hand with her accursed ones, knowing that the seeping influence of Any's Void would writhe its way into her life, meddling like it always did. She didn't spite her curse, however, and only learned to live with it as one would live with a disability, not that it was truly that different in retrospect. Her hands quaked and shook, tremoring constantly as she suffered from a certain disease, known only to a scarce few knowledgeable of their past lives. Despite the moving, she did her best to attempt to ease her constant shaking, focusing on entering a trance-like state, or trying to move other parts aside from the ones that were being cleaned and cared for.\n\nIt led to marginal results, but she did steady herself just enough for Thana to be able to dab her with the cloth and clean her bleeding and bloodied wounds. Her hands burned, but every other wound was too obscured by the sensation of the cold to notice fully. It only felt like a slightly uncomfortable sting, such as a bug's claws nipping her to cling to the skin. She wondered if the influence of the Void would allow for the thing in Thana's soul to be frozen, or held in stasis for a little while longer. Ezgi looked down in contemplation, a genuine moment of deep thought to consider asking her newly found friend if she would want to try a potential poison for a terminal disease she knew nothing about.\n\nNo, it was selfish. And yet... No. If she was a hero, she wouldn't put someone through that kind of uncertainty. \n\nNobody can win against a fool who can trick themselves into believing they are in the right. She glanced toward Thana's direction and saw the medical kit, her eyebrows raising in surprise but a relieved sort of surprise. She didn't think that many Gods knew about modern-ish technologies, suture kits included. \n\nHer hands and body tried to remain steady enough to suture safely, but at certain points she would shiver uncontrollably, making the process unbearably slow. In lieu of that revelation, she cleared her throat, opting to focus on something to ease her shaking. She wanted to say something in response to Thana's words, but she couldn't quite think of anything.\n\n\"Y-Y'know, it's funny.. I-I've lived f-for so long, y-yet I feel s-so young again. I-I'm surprised this world has suture k-kits. B-Back when I was f-first born, I m-mean WAYYY b-back, I was so d-dreadfully terrified o-of them. I-In the age I lived i-in, we didn't have t-them. I-It's poetic, kind of.. T-the best of our m-medicine was t-to cut off th-the injured l-limb and p-pinch it off w-with rope, hoping w-we would live t-to see the end of the w-week. N-Now, the n-needle is the s-scariest part.\"\n\nShe stopped shaking as much, thankfully.\n\n\"And i-in the f-future, this was j-just t-the basics. It a-awes me every t-time, seeing the progress t-that mankind makes, n-no matter the world i-it's in. It g-gives me hope t-that one day, I m-might be able t-to j-just.. G-go. I d-don't know where, but just.. G-go.\"\n\n \nShe looks at her first sutured wound, nodding her head approvingly at Thana's handiwork. It was excellent, and that was coming from a woman with experience with the stuff. She would've assisted if she hadn't started yapping on about her lifetime of uninteresting tidbits of knowledge.\n\n\"I-In the future, they h-had this disease, a l-lot o-of physical s-symptoms like mine; the sh-shaking, loss of sl-sleep, t-the issues with d-doing normal d-day to d-day things. T-They tried curing m-my condition l-like how th-they did with that one, g-giving me tools and e-electrot-th-therapy. Lot's o-of medication, i-if you know w-what that is. They ca-called it Parkinson's D-Disease. Hah.. T-they didn't find a cure. S-So they called it \"E-Ezgi's Syndrome.\" D-Disease would've i-implied that t-they knew how to t-treat it. I-I'm still kind of g-glad I'm remembered t-that way, though. It's a f-fun little tidbit I have i-in my back pocket.\"\n\nDespite how morbid the fun fact sounded, her tone and expression indicated that she wasn't sharing the sentiment. She smiled at Thana like she was telling her a fond childhood tale, one which had spanned an anomalous amount of time for a Demi-God to have lived.\n\n\"T-Thank you, Th-Thana. Truly. I feel... Less b-burdened, by this. B-By being with you.\"\n\nShe looked like she wanted to say something but she was holding back her tongue."
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*Thanas expression perks up at the change in Ezgis' body language. The shaking simmering and more open conversation seems to bring a smile that washes away the icy frigid grip of the void from herself. The conversation takes a darker tone despite the way the information is presented, even somebody as gruesome as Thana pauses and arches a brow at the explanation, she could not tell if this was a serious retelling or just a way to numb the pain she may have experienced from such an event, it seemed they both had suffered for so long without salvation in sight.*\n\n`\" The future, hey? I've never stopped to think about the world ahead of us. I'm always feeling lost in the present, struggling to embrace each passing day. Yet now I'm like this... Divine. A day feels like a second and a year passes in a blink. But... It sounds like it didn't do much better for you, though. Doubt it'd do anything to change me. Apparently I asked all the other deities to help me make some sort of artefact, but I don't even remember doing it... It's like I'm losing myself to the longer everything goes on. \"`\n\n*The cold and shaken deity stays close by... Not wanting to move far even if it stings, the comfort of what felt like a human interaction kept her bound to this moment, if she had the power to alter time she would most likely prolong it. Just to remember the old times, they were both reminiscing about the pasts and the futures, but... Neither of them seemed happy in any of the outcomes? Were they doomed to despair and remain a broken shell forever? Droplets of crimson fall from her eyes, small stains of blood hitting the floor as she does her best to stifle true tears... When you cry to the point of bleeding often something is very wrong, for Thana it was natural and it hurt... The paleness of her arms returns and the veins softly poke through the skin. She was so thin in retrospect... It wasn't her fault; she wore thicker clothing and robes to mask it.*\n\n` \" M-me too... Me too... \"`\n\n*Thanas head slowly moves to try to lean into Ezgi, she missed being mostly human... A moment of weakness pulled through as her humanity as she sought nothing more from comfort. It would never mean anything, it never could. A divine could not truly harbour such understanding, for they understood too much. Feelings become games, mindsets are made to be manipulated and ordered. She loved to try to be herself, but it could never amount to anything more than a facade with this state. She had considered an avatar in the past, but it just wasn't the same.*\n\n`\" To just go sounds... Nice. Somewhere I can be me. Just me, no strings. \"`"
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"message": "\"M-My physical a-ailments h-haven't done me m-much good, I'll admit, b-but.. Well, I was never m-much of a s-spiritual wo-woman, being a d-doctor, but t-time has a way of finding a small e-entry-point and c-creating massive changes. Things y-you'd've never considered can b-become alluring at some p-point in time. It's p-part of the magic o-of the h-human condition. We a-are curious, ever-changing c-creatures who can b-both hate and r-revere the g-gods, try to conquer t-the world and yet, t-try to save it, and k-kill each other b-because we are t-too scared to understand one another...\"\n\nShe stops and looks at her hand, which found itself holding the Goddess' face, her thumb swiping away and trying to smear the crimson color off, not realizing how she'd found herself there. Yet it felt so natural like her body was made to make this motion, to comfort.\n\n\"But w-when we understand e-each other... Wh-When the pain i-is no longer o-only ours to bare, a-and we take that scary first st-step into the greater w-world, to see what i-it has for us... I w-want you t-to experience t-that same feeling, o-over and over again. To kn-know that you're never a-alone, in this world. E-Even if I-I die i-in this world, you w-will be a part of m-me for the rest of t-time, for every single rebirth w-will have you in my m-memories.\"\n\n \n\"If y-you lose yourself, I-I'll do my b-best to bring you b-back, or help y-you remember who you are. The k-kind, curious and powerful woman, t-the beautiful and caring, expert s-suturer, the f-friend who helped m-me remember that I a-am more than my mother.\"\n\nShe allowed Thana's head to gently lay in the nook of her neck, allowing the woman to rest herself comfortably as she thought to herself for a couple of seconds. She decided to ask Thana about the hypothesis she had made a few minutes ago that she considered too dangerous and inappropriate to attempt.\n\n\"Y-Y'know, I could try to c-create some k-kind of serum o-or treatment for t-the thing t-that lives i-inside you. I-I'm not... Fully sure, i-if it'll work, but m-maybe my blood c-could alleviate th-the symptoms.\"\n\n\"I wa-wanted to ask before, b-but the more I thought a-about it, the more it f-felt like it was just me a-asking to u-use you as a lab rat. I-I don't want to mislead y-you with false h-hope that I c-could cure you w-when I don't f-fully understand the d-depth of your problems.\""
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"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "`\" Feels like I know change better than most these days, it's all this foul blood whispers to me... \"` *An offhand comment, her words spiked with animosity. Thanas radiant eyes peer with a profound stagnation as the two keep close in body and mind. Even though they were so close... The goddess was a million miles away in an oncoming wreck of thoughts. Ezgi spoke so much, a harsh juxtaposition from the quaint and reserved girl only moments before. The static of Thanas' mind was overtaken by this chatter. Like the hijacking of a radio station she could feel both Ezgi and the snake beneath the peeling skin blabbering away, an eternity of never being alone should be great but here it is malformed into a malignant sickness, endless vocal leeches chewing through the skin and bone.*\n\n*Brushing a gnarled hand first against Ezgis and moving it away, then shifting the attention to her sleek black leather, the deity stretches her shoulders and tenses her face into a scrunched squint, slowly leaning forward as two small crimson masses of flesh gently prop her upright like a marionette. With a newly cleared face, they turn their attention back to the conversation and away from the underlying horrors she was so close to comprehending. Thanas' head cocks to the side with the curiosity of a confused puppy, a reverberating pop as the internals of such a goddess shift to keep up with the rapid movement.*\n\n` \" I wish I could say the same- I... I don't think I get my second chance. \"` *She sighs apprehensively, a cold exhale that catches on a choked wheeze and a rough cough, covered just barely by a quick adjustment of her jacket. Dry and cracked lips curl into a quivering wallow as Ezgi poses a question forward about the experiment, as if the little girl inside her jumped at the prospect of being fixed. Just say yes damnit Thana... Hesitation slips into the crevices of her mind. The wiggling tendril of doubt sinks its jagged fangs further, tandem with the slow drooping of eyes...*\n\n`\" Y-you'd fix me... You can try? W-wasting time on a stranger, putting yourself at permanent risk of being maimed. I can't control hurting myself... Let alone others, I'm a walking hazard in Ezgi. It'll get you killed before you figure me out. H-he won't let you succeed and I'll be to blame. \"` *Her instinct surges in a primal urge to verify this claim. Blood and spit ooze from her teeth, mindlessly salivating at the ideal of a dead soul walking. Behind the dreary eyes was a monster, an Ouroboros symbol twinkling in the irises.*\n\n`\" Hah... Hahahaha... \"` \n\n*She grins from ear to ear, gritting her teeth with a loud snap, clamping like a bear trap would to an innocent woodland creature, the boundary of personal space on the hinges of being shattered as the girls ravenously observing demeanour draws closer. An overbearing glance barrels down on Ezgi as Thana only seems to grow taller and one with the surrounding, the flickering of crimson splashes vividly returns in a spectrum of flashes and crackling bolts of light. A long pleated tail unfurls from her back like a grand carpet, slinking to the grass as a stinger squirms and writhes on the end. Her ribcage cracks as the bones jut and alter to elongated, lustrous frameworks for wings to flourish. The entire time her trifling grin is still plastered from side to side, the signet in the now twitching eyes throbs and pulsates with the tenderness of a beating heart.*\n\n`\" Are you a doctor... Girl? I'm afraid you'd need a necromancer... This soul has long expired. Kyeheheh- \"` *Her voice booms into a maniacal cackle shreiking with the hollow wails of a banshee, no sooner than this strange voice starts is it forced down by a gargled cough and dry heave, during those final copious retches, a serpent can be seen winding its way down her throat, the curved spikes of its body rip through tendons and tear at sinew as Thanas still squealing body hums with undeath and bloody howls.*\n\n`\" I know all about belief, child...\" `\n\nIt's the only reason I'm still here, after-all. \" \n\n*The cackling resumes, every feature of her mangled body accentuated back to the toxic cesspit of a monster she was back at the start of this conversation, she winds and constrains like the very motion of the same evil that attempted to strangle Gaias eternity all that time ago, the twinge of pain all life had felt that day. Ezgi would've felt it... The day Edon tore through a divine fruit and the world mourned... Kept here like a parasite, strained by the reminder he left in the world. Forever bound for Thana, vying for control of her fickle mind. As long as he was remembered, the tyrant would live on. Now this poor demigod was face to face with them...*"
},
{
"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Ezgi knew better than to have continued disrupting the peace they had with each other with her works and unwarranted attempts at naïve optimism, yet she couldn't help herself. It made her quiet down as soon as she realized how terribly foolish it was to continue attempting to solace the girl with dreams of happiness when she was actively being tortured in what could be considered a living hell. Despite her silencing, she had managed to get everything she thought out before she watched Thana's strange tendrils prop her up and away. She didn't try to bring her back, instead curling herself up now that she was mostly healed and could return to a criss-crossed position.\n\nHer tired and dull eyes diverged Thana's strongly, her pink-hued irises observing Thana's motions and body parts, the way they seemed to erratically break apart and split. It remained consistent that she almost existed in an extremely gore-ish, bloody stasis that would easily move one way and exaggerate the construction of her limbs, movements, or structures. It pained Ezgi to watch it, but it seemed that Thana had yet to make any claims about it being as painful as it should be. She flinched slightly when the sound of Thana's neck cracked loudly, but otherwise had grown a little more comfortable with the gore. Ezgi's traumatic experiences with it were... Well, overridden, frankly.\n\n\"W-We talked a-about this already, y-you aren't a st-stranger, Thana. You're my f-friend. I'm s-serious about this, I-If I can find a-a way t-to make y-your life a little easier, I-I'll stop at nothing to m-make it a reality. I-I'm willing t-to take those risks, too. I-I've lived m-my life, I-I'm... W-Well, I won't say I'm okay with it, b-but I'd... I'd want y-you to live a f-full life, too.\"\n\n \nEzgi's eyes widen a little when she realizes the monster has started to stir and wake from its slumber, taking Thana away from her yet again. Her brow furrows into deep concern as she starts to back away quickly, panic soon replacing concern as she gets a few inches away before her wounds threaten to reopen.\n\nHer expression stays stuck in her shocked state as Thana closes in on her, a gruesome transformation occurring where blood and bone crack and tear like tissue paper, and the red flashing of the air threatens to take her in an episode. She closed her eyes, trying to blink away the terror that continued to persist in front of her. She attempted to take deep breaths, only able to force herself to hyperventilate. Her eyes opened again and they remained, watching over her overwhelmed response as they continued to alternate and violently shift, changing into something akin to an angel of death. The backdrop of red and flashing colors, the bolts, it was almost too much for her fragile brain to handle correctly, attempting to shut itself down by entering a seizure. She clenched her body as the feeling approached closer, although it would not be coming for a few minutes.\n\nEzgi felt her fear punch her stomach and threaten to upturn her meal, but somehow it had managed to stay inside. A catalyst, she would take that small victory and the limited time she knew she had, and start to control her breaths. Her heartbeat blasted in her ears, but she could still hear that evil voice replacing Thana's, an imposter from an age that should've passed, only remembered as a warning and a cautionary tale and not some ongoing threat that loomed over everyone's heads. She felt anger well inside her stomach to replace the fear, a vile poison that made Ezgi's blood boil. Why did she feel this way?\n\n \n\"I-I won't waste m-my breath on y-you. B-But know th-this, monster: I-I will h-have Thana, and y-you won't stop me. Nothing w-will stop me.\" \n \nShe feels her hands tremble as the seizure tries advancing. Her time was running out, but she would force herself to stand, ripping open a suture and forcing her bloody arm to plant and allow her to rise. Against the large monstrosity, Ezgi was akin to a summer ant, almost inconspicuous on the grand scale, but she nonetheless stood fast against her terrible odds.\n\n\"Y-you're nothing m-more than a boogeyman. A b-bully, and a monster. E-Even if I-I'm too weak to d-do something, someone e-else will blot y-you out. Y-You want belief!? I-I believe y-your days are numbered!! I-I'll make sure of i-it!\"\n\nThe void begins to pool around Ezgi's feet, its black mist surrounding her and filtering the red light into black, sapping the world around them of its color once more. \n\n\"I-It's only a matter o-of time!\"\n\nThe weak doctor tenses her shaking body, galvanizing herself for what could very well be certain death. Despite her lack of immediate action, she's already made a call to her deity, the hatred and passion in her words sparking an interest in the Goddess of the Void's attention..."
},
{
"author": "tombspyder",
"message": "*A permeated rivalry, the thick haze of gore contrasted with the bleakness of a slowly crawling void clash side by side, rumbled grunts sound with each passing breath as the concatenation of Thana and the monstrosity inside lock into their endless standstill for control. This new appearance certainly suited the goddess better as a beast of bloodshed than her usual, rather generic humanoid appearance, adding just the dash of intimidation factor she sorely lacked. Still standing prideful, her embodiment of revelry is nothing more than a mismatch of splintered memories. Each fleeting moment comes with a brief crack as her body structure mimics that of gods of present and those far before Thanas times.*\n\n*They lean in closer, still grinning with an utmost satisfaction. Hunting eyes lock on and teeth spark as they clack together like saw blades... A long drawn out breath paves the way for a hollow speech of the choking abomination.*\n\n`\" Nothing more? No... That is where you are wrong. I'm not a bully. A monster? Conceivably. Yet... You still stand before a god, the remnants of a fate lost to time... Change has always ALWAYS... Been inevitable, even now. Your temper rises, your blood boils. My metaphorical claws dig deeper, already on your heart. Do you feel them? The strings... They hold you so tight, close to me. Close to US. \"` *A pause as the morbid pulsating form gasps for breath, hyperventilating as it struggles for air like a drowning child, practically panting with fanatical joy at its own words and the response it was being given. The outburst, the rage that had yet to be experienced from Ezgi.*\n\n`\" They refused to let me die for twelve years... What makes you think they'll stop now? The world won't forget me, yet it could forget you. \"`\n\n*It snaps its crooked, mangled fingers, expending an otherworldly amount of divine energy to shunt back the void as far as it can. A malign smile crawls like a centipede, tearing at her face as multiple mouths and maws form.*\n\n*Then the defiled body is torn upwards from the neck by a long crimson string extending down from nothing. As Ezgi watches, a slow trail of blood hovers above the display, moving sinuously and transforming into a gargantuan, phantasmal spectacle of the fate god himself.*\n\n*The now hanging corpse of Thana is dropped by the slash of the manifestations' tail to the floor, signifying that the curse may finally be free from the ongoing battle. Finally, fully in control of what was left of the girl. It bellows with a roar unbefitting for a deity and more akin to that of a wailing banshee, the falling body quickly caught just before it would reach Ezgi with another pair of strings and hoisted back up into a cross shape.*\n\n`\" It is only a matter of time indeed. Your days are numbered Ezgi, as are everyone else's. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a corpse to command. `\" *The sky bursts red for a fraction of a moment, then is engulfed by complete pitch black, a demonic red spotlight painted on Ezgi alone, it flickers twice then goes out as all light returns and there is no sign of Thana... The only thing left behind is a small dainty harp, the same one she had tried to play just a few minutes before this. Still freshly coated in the now drying blood of the deity as she had torn it from her own heart.*"
},
{
"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Ezgi's breathing hitched and caught in her throat as she felt the overwhelming presence threaten to overtake every sense of her body, a God of unknown strength unlike anything she'd known in this world had returned. A monstrosity that had taken over her friend, yet left helpless to be able to stop it. Her weakness and helplessness in the wake of her friend's misery reminded her again of the severe weight of her body, unable to move when it was commanded to, failing her when she felt she could not afford to fail. She was failing Thana, even if the circumstances were not plausible or in her favor in the slightest. Her friend was breaking apart and being ripped away, torn into a thing of horror, and she could not do a thing to stop them. She felt her rage boil away into deep sorrow, a pit in her stomach that couldn't do anything other than swallow every other emotion, leaving her feeling hollow and empty. \n\nEven when the monster had leaned it close, her fear of losing her life had dissipated and all that remained was a readiness to be claimed by death, in the form of those horrid teeth and jagged claws. But her temporary hope did not come to fruition, as she was still able to hear their damned voice, as much as she despised the sound of it. It seemed death would not claim her today, as she could already feel his intent. They wanted grander endeavors, and she was nothing of the sort. Too weak to be claimed. Yet something about his words, the way he spoke, it lurched her stomach in such a way, she couldn't hold back a cackle.\n\n\"H-hhahaha, hahahaha! T-Time.. I-I like that. I-It's all a m-matter of time indeed, m-monster. I'll f-find a w-way.. I-I'll b-bring you low... Lower t-than the cesspit you cr-crawled out of, and I'll m-make sure you n-never come back! I-It's only a MATTER of TIME before you a-are WIPED FROM HISTORY, BECAUSE I ***WILL*** HAVE THANA BACK! I-I've got all the time in the world!\"\n\n \nEzgi flinches as the void is pushed hard away, feeling as though something is attempting to disconnect her soul from her body. She nearly falls to the ground but seems to feel stronger as a result, the void receding a little from her body. She still feels extremely weak and almost drops to the ground, only stopping her fall with her knee. Her tearing stitches rip yet again, forcing more of her blood to seep out. More void escapes her body.\n\nShe looks upward to see a slithering abomination, the true form of the beast, her target for the remainder of the life she will live. Thana's body begins to fall and on instinct, she reaches her arms out in a feeble attempt to try and catch her body, stopped by the monstrous tendrils of Edon's influence connecting with her corpse and ripping her away yet again. She grits her teeth and bites her lip so hard, it too, begins to bleed.\n\nThe monster escapes her, leaving her with a warning for those on the tree that their days are numbered. Ezgi falls to the floor, her arms and legs seizing as she feels she can no longer hold her will against the power of the Void in her blood, stopping signals from her brain to her body and forcing her into another fit of spasms. She feels tears and blood trickle down her cheeks, left empty by the events that had just unfolded.\n\nHer hand reaches out to the harp left in its wake, her shaking and spasming hands clutching it for dear life and bringing it closer as she cradles it, her body balling up as she struggling to remain conscious.\n\n I-I'll fucking kill you..! I swear it..!\n Hate you...!\n I-I... Th-Thana...\"\n\nThe void consumes her consciousness, her body disappearing into black mist, taking the harp with her."
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{
"author": "rp_master612",
"message": "From the upper branches of the tree, a war god lands on the ground, creating a small crater. The god's armor is smoldering in black flame and his eyes glow white under his helmet.\nHe carries a large spiraled sword that is engulfed with black fire. \nHe stands up and looks around, assessing his surroundings."
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "*It was quiet, oddly to quiet. The birds chirpping or bugs crawling. Silence. As the war god looked around his surroundings he didn't see anything odd, until he looked ahead of him. Blank seemed to have just appeared from nothing.*\n\n\"Hello new god. What's your name?\""
},
{
"author": "rp_master612",
"message": "\"God...? Hmm... So thats what I am, now... Ironic...\" He said, looking at Blank.\nHe hesitated for a moment, assessing the god and deciding what to do.\n\"Gideon.\" He said, deciding that the god isn't looking for a fight, so he won't start one either."
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "*Blank looked at the god, assessing the situation and the god itself. He wasn't worried but more curious* \n\"Your something I remember haha you look like a crusader from medieval times.\"\n*Blank started to walk around him checking out his armor and weapon seeing it's much different from most, odd looking*\n\"What is that on you? The weapon. Very.. Cool looking hahaha\""
},
{
"author": "rp_master612",
"message": "\"This blade? This... Is a greatsword. Created for the very purpose of slaying gods.\" He said, knowing that he's talking to a god.\n\"Though, it seems to have lost most of its power...\""
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "\"Maybe because it's being held by a God? Not really sure if it can now. But I'm sure it was powerful before.\"\n*He didn't seem all that threatened by the sword but it did peak his interest of him and the sword* \n\"Eventually I'm sure you can put power within it. Think of it as putting a gods essence into a weapon. You know what I mean?\""
},
{
"author": "rp_master612",
"message": "\"Yeah...\" He said, \"I never thought killing a god would make me one.\" \n\"Much less exploding from the excess power and waking up as a god.\" Gideon said, \"It's gonna take some getting used to.\""
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "\"Being a mortal then a god is.. A weird feeling. You'll feel like you'll get used to it then learn more and feel like your not even close. It sucks.\"\n*Blank rubbed his own chin*\n\"Exploding? Sounds like you weren't expecting such an impact haha and the power was to much for you to handle?\""
},
{
"author": "rp_master612",
"message": "\"Yeah, it was really painful, like being burned alive.\" He said, \"And it's really ironic, how me, a godslayer, becoming the very thing i swore to destroy.\""
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "\"There's a belief that I hear often. The thing you hate the most you'll eventually become. Hate is a powerful thing, you'll do anything you need to do to destroy it, some decided it'll be fine to become it as long as it doesn't exist.\"\n*Blank laughed not as a insult but as in light heartedness*\n\"And now that hurts haha burning sucks ass but being a god will make it as if your fire proof haha you are much stronger now though. Don't let that get into your head please\""
},
{
"author": "rp_master612",
"message": "\"Well... Lets just hope the gods here aren't as incompetent as the gods of my world.\"\nHe said, \"On that note, has death been abolished here?\""
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "\"Haha of course it hasn't if it was I would be sure to try to bring it back. And the gods here... Some are.. Unique I wouldn't say horrible from what I've met so far but some could be better. I more watch and mess with mortals. If you catch my drift.\"\n*He sounded like a weirdo but in reality he just created tales and stories for a living*"
},
{
"author": "rp_master612",
"message": "\"Thats great... Thank the go-...\" He stopped, \"I keep forgetting i'm one of you now...\"\n\"Anyways how does any of this work? Do i just... Find some followers or something?\""
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "\"That's the neat part. You don't. You make them! I can't really tell you how to make them, you kinda find it yourself, they are a part of you. And it's fine to say it so far no one says anything as some of us have past lives and some don't. And making friends is better than enemies\""
},
{
"author": "rp_master612",
"message": "\"Oh. You can make them... Question, whats stopping gods from just... Creating perfect followers, aern't we like... Omnipotent?\" He asked, wanting advice"
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "\"Hmm that's an interesting question. I'll answer you this then. Have you ever seen something \"Perfect\" In your time alive? Because I haven't. For something to be perfect means there is no room to improve or think.\""
},
{
"author": "rp_master612",
"message": "\"Good point.\" He said, \"I guess I should focus on finding out how i'll make some, thanks for the advice.\" The god said as he begins to walk away."
},
{
"author": ".mymindisblank",
"message": "\"I'm sure we'll meet again surely you'll have fun with others and do whatever you wish Gideon and make sure it's funny I like funny\" *Blank turned into grayish green smoke before disappearing from thin air*"
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{
"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "Without a path in mind, Algen stumbled upon a place beyond imagination—the base of the World Tree. As he emerged from walking around the branches, slowly descending, he saw a new place that he recognized from when he fell when he was born.\nHe didn't had the time to stop there, or see anything at that time, but he still recognized it because, at some places, he could see the void where his realm was. He knew this place was close to it, and he knew he fell somewhere there, just didn't remember or seen it.\n\nThe first thing that struck Algen was the rich, fertile ground beneath his bare feet. Light flora, with petals that seemed to dance in a soft breeze, painted their colors against the beautiful brown hues of Gaia.\nAlcoves carved into the colossal trunk offered shelter and safety. Algen marveled at these natural sanctuaries, where each one of them seemed like a secret refuge, a place where the orphaned ones found a place to live.\nIt was a bit depressing to wander there, so he quickly left, not daring to disturb any mortals.\nHe couldn't imagine himself abandoning one of his Sombras or Nabkuas.\n\nHe stopped at some point when he realized someone else was also looking around just like him, their curious eyes mirroring his own."
},
{
"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "An unfamiliar figure sat along the base of the tree, softly humming and surrounded by medical tools made primitively of bone and hide, bandages of leaves, and balms from bugs and fungi. She planted herself cross-legged and frequently took the time to observe the fauna and floral life that grew and wandered about, curious to see what properties every new living thing had and made comparisons in her mind between them. \n\nCuriously, she wouldn't dare try to touch the animals, instead frequently attempting to shoo them away despite their friendly attitudes. It would fluster her when they would ignore her requests and try to come closer, resulting in her confusion and flailing which would ultimately be the thing that would cause them to move away; yet they would still linger nearby, curious of the scents and sights that surrounded the pale woman. Admittedly, she was not opposed to them being close as long as they didn't try to eat her balms or chew on her leaf bandages, so she would tolerate being watched by small critters and the occasional larger herbivore.\n\nJust as the animals would watch her curiously, another soul would be nearby, gazing at the pale young female. Her skin was ghostly white, her hair a gentle hue of rosy pink, and her outfit was unusual in the warm, temperate climate that surrounded the base of the world tree. Layers upon layers of warm clothing, fit for a realm of ice and frost. Yet despite that, she continued to subtly quiver in a chill, struggling to thread a needle as a result of her shaking hands. She had not noticed the wayward soul staring at the back of her head."
},
{
"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "Entranced by the girl's pink hair, Algen decided to assume his initial form—a delicate boy, with dark red eyes and purple hair. The mist swirled around him, transforming his current form to match his desired one. His purple hair now mirrored her soft pink, creating a semblance between them.\n\nAs Algen approached, the mist gently touched the girl's toes, a gesture to show her she wasn't alone there. \n\nIn this form, he appeared fragile, unsettlingly pale, with a spectral beauty that could make anyone concern for his well-being.\n\nThe girl, shivering, also seemed young and delicate. However, her beauty was slowly vanishing from his eyes. The mist, his constant companion besides Derathos, soon obscured his vision.\n\n\n\nA gentle breeze messed up his hair, momentarily dispersing the fog, only to have it return much more intense."
},
{
"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "The unfamiliar female would frivolously hum a similarly unfamiliar tune, despite finding herself struggling against the threading of the needle. After a powerful, vicious, and long-winded battle, she finally manages to... Thread the first half in. And then it slips out, prompting a disappointed sigh but she troopers onward nonetheless. She prepares to carefully try again but finds herself halted by a disturbance in her field. The sensation of her unending cold is disrupted by the obscuring of her toes, as a mist attempts to touch her but finds itself stopping just inches away from her form as if an invisible wall had been placed between itself and her.\n\nIts purpose had been fulfilled, however, as she was promptly notified that she was not alone. She looked up and around, finding that a man coated in that same mist had found her, and now wanted to make contact. She quickly put her things together and made herself a little more presentable, although confounded by the form's odd appearance.\n\n\"O-Oh, h-hello! A-Am I i-in an i-inconvenient place f-for you, sir?\"\n\nThe mist would continue to be held back by some unknown force, although she could still hear the God's many voices. It reminded her of her Mother, who had much the same property.\n\n\"Ah- I-I'm sorry, the c-cold isn't a bother a-anymore. It's j-just h-how it is. H-How may I h-help you, s-sir?\""
},
{
"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "He looked around, squinting his eyes to try to see beyond the mist. This place was a bit colder than Nevarain, his mortals were used to it, but this girl didn't seem to be. \n\n\nHe sensed his fog stopping at a point, unable to go further because something was blocking it. He laughed, imagining that something intangible like mist would traverse every tiny crack, yet as she somehow stopped it, he wouldn't use his influence to stop whatever it was. Algen wasn't a deity that would go around showing what he was capable of. He was fine simply existing."
},
{
"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "The girl hadn't been shivering because of the ambient temperature. It was cold yes, but not enough to warrant the shaking of a leaf she called her ambient stand-still. Rather, it seemed that the issue lay within the girl, who was something of an anomaly. She was curious of the God's cloud of mist, unable to see what they looked like and even more confounded by the strange nature of his voice. Rather than one direction projecting his voice, it came from many... \n\nShe nodded her head upon his affirmation that she wasn't in an ill-advised position. \n\n\"O-On the contrary, I-I think this t-temperature is q-quite lovely! Cold b-but not horribly, i-it's soothing.\" \n\nShe would readjust her seating position, although she'd give up relatively quickly in favor of standing. The mist, just like before, would stop at every nook and cranny that surrounded Ezgi, perfectly silhouetting her shape as she rose. The girl would place the puzzle pieces together relatively quickly as to the nature of this being, jumping to the conclusion that they were either a god or a demigod. Either way, they deserved respect and so she would try to meet their standards of politeness.\n\n\"Ah, y-yes... I-I w-won't die of th-the cold, sir. I'm err.. E-eternally bound to live t-this way, already f-frozen on t-the inside. Or w-well, close to it, a-anyway.\" \n\nThe girl smiled and her words seemed genuine. She was truly accustomed to this sensation of freezing, as her tone was confident despite the tremors, and her body posture was normal despite it's shaking."
},
{
"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "He slowly sat in front of her, not going beyond where the fog stopped. Since she told him that she was okay, Algen wouldn't press more on the matter, deciding to fully believe her.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nIt was hard to define if the sudden shyness was because of the late introduction..."
},
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"author": ".gonkdroid",
"message": "Ezgi was admittedly caught off-guard upon his exclamation, suddenly proclaiming to be entirely similar to her in nature or otherwise. Her head tilts in confusion but continues the interaction by exercising patience and understanding by remaining here and still standing. She wondered what he meant when he said he was accustomed to the sound and the nature of how his mist operated, prompting her to speak up.\n\n\"S-So you w-weren't or-originally like this? Interesting, w-what prompted you to r-remain i-in this form?\"\n\nShe realizes in woefully late surprise that questions of that nature were likely personal and impolite to ask, quickly attempting to rescind her vocalization. \n\n\"A-actually! Y-you don't have to a-answer that if you d-don't want to.\"\n\nEzgi chuckles nervously, slightly gulping when Algen takes a seat in front of her but nonetheless continues to remain polite. He points to her medical instruments and asks a question.\n\n\"Oh! I-It's my medical gear, I-I sometimes visit o-other realms and offer m-medical services to mortals a-and demigods, although i-it's not that effective, since I c-cannot use magic. I just l-like v-visiting o-other realms, call it a h-habit fr-from my past life. I'd love to visit yo-your realm if i-it happens to need my l-less than useful tr-trade-skills.\"\n\n \nEzgi sits herself back down cross-legged to remain level with the God, admittedly a little more nervous now knowing that he was a Deity rather than a Demi-God. His introduction aside, she figured it was also her fault for not asking what his name was as well, instead choosing to blabber about some random topic that was likely irrelevant to the conversation. \n\n\"N-No, no, yo-you're fine! I'm glad y-you enjoy t-talking more than establishing a p-presence. It shows your ch-character, methinks, sir.\"\n\nThe pale girl watches as he creates a bunny from the smoke and states his domains, making her feel another bout of anxiety pool in her stomach. It seemed she was more prone to meeting Gods than anything else, only Surtr seemed to be the other of her kind she'd met so far. \n\n\"N-Nice to meet you, M-Mr. Algen. I g-go by Ezgi. But, my epithet refers t-to me a-as..\"\n\nThe bunny had jumped into the invisible aura around Ezgi, dissipating and disappointing the girl. \n\n\"Th-The void bastard. B-but I like to think I'm more than w-what my mother calls me.\"\n\nShe looks troubled."
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"message": "The goddess of the harvest was annoyed. Her daughters had once again informed her that it was time for her to get out of the her realm if she didn't want to be, as Fragarie had so kindly put it, a shut-in. She didn't get the point of this excursion. She wasn't in too great a mood at the moment, but she did care about her daughters' opinions. Still... Every single one of the gods at the ritual of the Void Ocean that had failed to come to their aid against the Traitor had proven themselves to be unreliable at best, or fellow traitors against Gaia at worst. She was being kind right now by giving them the benefit of the doubt and assuming they were just incompetent, rather than traitors.\n\nStill, the Wheatmother was not one to forget easily. **Aderyn. Sanskrit. TSU. Lila. Vaias. Wyrd. Amythyst. Skadedyr. Visarni. Sinrael. Onesifi. Melancholia. Mr. Bones. Savarii. **She would not forget the names of those who had turned their backs on their duty, nor would she aid them again. Even if it meant that the Unending was barrelling down on them, for the sin of failing to help carry out Gaia's will for some selfish ritual, she would not lend them her help. Perhaps, she thought as she strolled along the lower branches, a few could be excused. The young, who didn't know of Edon's wrongdoings. Those that had been birthed *After* The Devouring might one day find their way back into the Creator's branches. \n\nBut they would have to earn forgiveness, she thought, for they had sinned nonetheless. A murder out of ignorance was still a murder, and the same applied to this sloth that her siblings had shown. Sloth... Or treachery. She wasn't sure. She couldn't be sure. She couldn't trust anybody on that list. She continued along the branches, wading in her thoughts. The gods had proven themselves... Unworthy. Something needed to be done. Something to punish this dereliction of duty, if Mother would not do it herself.\n\n**There would need to be a purge.**\n\nTriticea continued walking."
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"message": "Amythyst sat on the lower branches. This was the third time she found herself nestled up close with her mother. If she was honest, it was really weird a tree made fruits with divine beings. Sounded like tree propaganda, but okay. She didn't look up from her dictionary when bugs buzzed around her, or when some thesaurus ants crawled on the pages. She did look up however, when a divine being came across.\n\nTriticea, was it? She tried to recall her grammar notes, but she couldn't even quite tell if it was who she thought it was. She remembered her note.\n\n\"Triticea, unknown. \n\nGrammar: unknown.\"\n\nWow, that helpful. Amythyst sighed. Unknown grammar wasn't *Bad* Grammar, was it? Amythyst took a step towards the deity. Yes, she recalled someone like this. \n\n** \"Good morning.\"** Amythyst said, not too loudly, but enough to signal she was talking to the other goddess. She wasn't quite sure if it was morning here, or night, or somewhere in between. She said it anyways. She wasn't sure what else to say, all she knew was the response would build a mold for Triticea to fit into. She should consider her words carefully. Should someone break that mold... Well that hadn't happened yet. She put away her book. *Don't rock the boat.*"
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"message": "Her already bad mood was not improved by meeting one of those very deities that had ignored their duties to battle the Traitor to focus on some silly ritual that made no difference in the world. She heard Amythyst before she saw her, but she recognised the annoying voice that she'd heard at the ritual instantly. The goddess did not forget grudges easily, something that became clear when she stopped and gave her sister the evil eye. It seemed that the boat had already been rocked, just from the cold disapproval that danced in her eyes as she stared in the direction that she'd been walking. Amythyst might not realise that she had offended the Wheatmother yet, but the Wheatmother was most certainly aware that she had.\n\n\"What.\" She said flatly. At present, she was a rare even split between her two aspects, both Triticea Pueri and Triticea Genetrix holding an equal sway over her. It was Genetrix that allowed her to hold a civil conversation with this lazy, self-serving churl of a goddess at all and speak with a more proper and formal way of talking, though it was Pueri that filled her tone with disdain and controlled her speech. \"Have you already grown so bored of derelicting your own duties that you would seek to waste the time of others as well?\" She drawled. Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she refused to even look at Amythyst. This wasn't just a bad mood, she was mad at Amythyst specifically.\n\nTriticea knew she wasn't being fair. Amythyst was a young god who may not have understood what Edon had done, and how he had defied Gaia. She might not have known about the severity of the situation, and the importance of proving that he and all who thought like him were unwelcome. Still... A spiteful part of the goddess of the harvest didn't think this puterelle deserved the benefit of the doubt. Turning her back on her duty was turning her back on her duty, no matter what ignorance she tried to use to excuse it."
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"author": "winweasel",
"message": "Amythyst almost corrected the deity. She stopped. The goddess that stood before her had wheat golden hair, fair skin and dark eyes. She also had a scowl on her face. \n\nAmythyst felt a frown tugging at her lips, eager to be as displeased as the other goddess. How could one forget a question mark? She was quick to recognize the calm and the chaos in herself. Maybe she was being too quick to judge, but being hasty was her thing. The frown won, and the corned If her mouth pointed out and down. She was curious, she was ready to lean over the edge and face the void. She was ready to be Amythyst. But it was imperative to tread carefully. She sensed one misstep would send her tumbling down the void. \n\nShe was a murky, but still pond. A quarry. You couldn't see through her waters, or maybe you could if you were in the shallows. Maybe you could swim in a wonderful world where you stepped into the water, but didn't make a ripple. Maybe. Or maybe, today the rivers and the rains changed their will, and the lake was ever shifting, a confusing dichotomy between hot and cold, pain and pleasure, perfection and feelings. Hot was love, hot was rage, cold was ruthlessness. She was somewhere in between. She was a boat in her own oceans. She was...\n\n** \"I have excused your mistake, but the gravity cannot go unmentioned. Could you not be so unhappy at seeing me? What have I done to you? Why, I didn't even rate your grammar as bad.\"** Amythyst spouted, her pale skin seeming to be blue and red in different spots. \n\nShe was Amythyst. She was a mix of blue and red, falling somewhere along the line. No, she was red and blue AND white. She was donned in purple, everything from royal purple to violet to a void purple to her own signature amethyst color. She was complimentary to the goddess she stood before. From the first look, they were at odd.\n\n\"The Branches.\n\nTriticea. Unknown.\n\nGrammar: unknown...\""
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"message": "\"What you've done?\" She growled. \"Don't act like you don't know. You abandoned your duty to carry out the will of Gaia for the sake of some selfish, greedy, pointless ritual.\" She waved a spiteful hand at the Void Ocean. On its own, it wasn't offensive, but it was what it represented that infuriated her. So many gods had been present, and yet only five had chosen to take a stand against the Serpent. Each and every one was a disgrace to the name of gods, and the Ocean itself was now a symbol of that divine arrogance, that self-centredness that made fools out of every god that had participated in it.\n\nShe had half the mind to try and destroy it through a counter ritual. The other gods needed to be shown that such sloth would not be rewarded.\n\n\"Gaia's will was to have the Devourer destroyed.\" She spoke coldly, matter-of-factly. \"And yet when the time came to do so, only five of us sprang to fulfil her will. The rest of you, so consumed by your desire to make some pathetic mark on the world, neglected your duties.\" She finally turned to face Amythyst. Anger danced in her eyes, but it was more than just that. There was betrayal in there, as well, for every single god who had been there had been a sibling who had stabbed her and the rest of the gods in the back. \"All who participated in that wretched ritual are slothful and negligent at best... And fellow traitors to that Serpent at worst.\" Even in her anger, she did not think that all the gods there were the allies of the Devourer. Many might not have known about the nature or magnitude of his crimes. At least, that's what she might have said at first.\n But Edon's sins had been laid out and explained to all the gods there.\n# but five had stepped in to try and stop him. As for the others...\n Their indecision... Their unwillingness to stop him... Even their ignorance... They might as well have been the Betrayer's trusted friends."
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"author": "winweasel",
"message": "Amythyst's hands flew to her chest. Pointless ritual? \n\nWell, actually, Triticea did have a point. In which the ritual had none. Amythyst realized she never payed attention to the *Words* Everyone spoke there and instead only on the sentence structure. The subject, the verb and sometimes, the direct object. \n\nSubject. Devourer. \nVerb. Devouring.\nObject. Devour-ie?\n\nThat didn't make any sense, even if *Technically* It was correct. It was wordy and hard to read though. \n\n** \"Who is the devourer?\"** Amythyst asked. She didn't like playing the pronoun game. ** \"What has he devoured?\"** Amythyst was growing more and more confused about this whole thing. \n\nA part of her felt like she should mention she left quickly, but it felt like that would only hurt her case. But when Triticea spoke that the ritual participants were slothful, Amythyst really thought about saying she left. She ran through the list of gods she made notes about. TSU, Skadedyr, Vaias... Edon.\n\nA slow realization was visible on her face, and then disbelief. Up from her neck, green vine looking thjngs made their way upto the side of her face as she felt sick. ** \"So, I was there?\"** Amythyst breathed, but the question was obvious to Triticea. *Yeah. Thats why she's so mad.* \n\n** \"Edon is a serpent...\"** She thought out loud, remembering their meeting not too far from here. She was fresh back then, more malleable. She figured jester's privilege wouldn't get her out of this. But what had he devoured? A rat or something? Can't be that bad, right? His grammar in the letters to Xanthous... Maybe."
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"message": "Her face softened, but only a fraction. Hmph, so it was ignorance in Amythyst's case. That was... Well, that didn't make her sister's actions *Ok*, in Triticea's book, but less terrible. Ignorance was not an excuse, but it was closer to one than pure negligence of duty like Mr. Bones had displayed. Ignorance could be forgiven, albeit if a god worked to earn that kind of redemption. Certainly, this particular sibling warranted less scorn than the ringleaders of that pinnacle of debauchery, that mockery of a ritual.\n\n\"Edon.\" She nodded, confirming Amythyst's therory. \"Edon, who devoured one of our own siblings, while they had yet to be born.\" She gestured upwards, at the upper branches and at the divine fruit that hung from them. \"Edon, who defied Gaia's will.\" And *That* Was his true sin. She did not have any actual objections to the act of him eating a fruit in a void, but eating a fruit when Gaia had forbade it... That was what made his crimes truly unforgivable in the Wheatmother's hundreds of eyes. \n\n\"Edon...\" She breathed heavier this time, her rage that had cooled for only a moment beginning to bubble up as she remembered the events of that day. \"Who Mr. Bones invited to a ritual, knowing full well what he had done.\" Her face was marred with disgust now, disgust at all the gods who had been there. \"All should have fought against the traitor. All should have presented a united front to show that that kind of behaviour was not welcome.\"\n\nHer scowl seemed to, somehow, miraculously, deepen. \"But that did not happen. All that was proved was that that kind of behaviour can be forgiven. That it can be forgotten, and that those who would defy our Mother's will and devour our siblings whole will be welcome among our meetings and our rituals. That is why I cannot forgive many of those who were there.\" She paused, deciding to offer a small concession. \n\n\"But while ignorance does not absolve you of your crime, it leaves room for redemption.\" She sighed in a calmer tone."
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"message": "Amythyst felt a shiver snaking its way up her back. Edon? Ate a baby?\n\nWithout a word, she was turning more pale by the second, numb emotions stinging her and taking away any other color on her face. She was as white as a sheet, maybe whiter. Wordlessly, papers materialized. They felt like a life time ago. This god... Who ate a child... Had this poor grammar as well? Appearances were deceiving? \n\nThat should have been obvious to Amythyst. That first impressions weren't the only impressions. She had discovered something worse than grammar. How was this possible? Amythyst struggled to understand. A sin so bad, she couldn't understand. Something beyond her domain, beyond her control. Amythystlooked down at the ground and then back at Triticea. ** \"When?\"** She Said weakly, barely heard. Her lips trembled, her hands shook and she handed Triticea one of the letters from ** \"This god. He took the life of another.\"** She processed. ** \"Why didn't I go to him?\"** She asked herself. She couldn't have been bothered to go and give edon some trouble? Maybe Triticea was right. Maybe she did abandon her duties, just not at the ritual. Everywhere *But* The ritual. \n\n** \"How do i..?\"** She started asking, but she couldn't finish it. What was the punishment for this? A verbal beating? Being killed? ** \"This can't be forgotten!\"** Amythyst whined, referring to both grammar and the situation. ** \"We have to let all the newborn gods know! Stranger danger!\"** Amythyst paced around, growing more anxious each second, but no color played with her skin. If she had known, would she have gone to the gardens? Would she had been so kind? Or could she overlook that for grammar? And was that wrong? \n\n\"Defying Gaia's will\" Didn't mean much to her, but she If had understood a little more, she would have seen the clear connections between edon breaking rules rather than just the tragedy that occurred. She liked rules.\n\nNo, she *Needed* Rules.\nNo, *They* Needed rules.\n\nWith each second, a flare of red was getting ready to burst out into her checks and stain her shirt as she would \"Bleed\" Out her anger. The feelings of wrath were becoming ever familiar, dissatisfied with the constant disorder around her. \n\nShe wanted to ask something, say something, but it seemed all was said and done."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "While Amythyst was peeking, she got a small ping in the back of her head. It was from her demigod, Fragarie. One of her siblings, one of those she was mad at, had entered her realm. Her eyes narrowed, but she was busy swaying one of her other sisters at the moment against the Betrayer. Her Pueri side rose to the service as she quickly snapped, *\"Not now, I'm busy!\"* Through the mental connection that she had with her daughter. She would deal with whatever interloper had seen fit to enter her Valley later. If anything went wrong, her mortal children would call out in prayer, and she would go to them. For now, this was more important.\n\nSpeaking of this... It seemed that the horror of what had happened was dawning on Amythyst. She felt a small measure of pity welling up in her chest, dampening the anger that she felt towards this god. This was a sister who had sinned, yes, but not out of malice or even intention. She had sinned by accident, and it was only now that she was realising her folly. While Triticea did not approve of what had happened, she could not help but find it easier to forgive this sibling for her transgressions. It certainly didn't hurt that Amythyst wanted to make up for what she had done and fix the holes in her resolve and her mind that had allowed her to fail.\n\nShe sighed. When she next spoke, her tone was gentler than before. \"To rid the world of one of our brothers and sisters is... Difficult, to say the least.\" Even as a god, as devout as she was to the Creator, she knew that the task of removing the Betrayer would not be easy. \"But it is a necessary task. Back during the meeting, I did not expect you all to end him, not truly. I only hoped that we would present a united front, and show that such behaviour is unacceptable among us.\" Her frown deepened, though this time her anger seemed directed more at the others than Amythyst.\n\n\"But in the end, all the gods have shown was that such behaviour *Isn't* Unacceptable, in our eyes. It's tolerated.\""
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"message": "** \"You don't seem to accept it..\"** Amythyst was having trouble keeping her thoughts inside her head. Her playful letters teasing Edon or whoever sent those letters flashed in front of her eyes. \n\n*I think you have sent this to me to check, right? So it's mistake free for Xanthous? Good idea. Please come visit my realm. I don't like snakes very much, but I like grammar, so I can tell you all about how to make a great letter.*\n\nGood thing that *Thing* Didn't come to her realm. Had she broken any rules? Amythyst grew concerned she was going to be exposed for something. **\" What even are the rules? What is Gaia's will?\"** She asked, her voice quick and sharp as she became oh so scared. What if the will of Gaia didn't have rules? Or grammar? Would there be disorder in the world forever?\n\nAmythyst stood on the edge, just like she wanted. Why was there no clever joke or grammar fact that would pull her back? It seemed the ground quivered, ready to break off and tumble into the void. She was the problem. \n\nMaybe Amethyst was right that day. Maybe curiosity created chaos. \n\nShe should have *Never* Stepped foot anywhere but the gold realm. She should have *Never* Responded to anyone. She should have *Never* Been. She should have been the god fruit who was eaten. Because now, she was part of a mess. Good things didn't happen when there is a mess. \n\n** \"What about the gods in the fight? What happened to them?\"** She was returning a little to normal, but her skin was still like delicate white clouds. She was numb again. Where had she learned so many new emotions?"
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"message": "\"I don't.\" She agreed. \"That kind of thing shouldn't be acceptable.\" Her anger returned as she turned her gaze to the Skeletal Sands in the distance. \"Our dearest brother *Mr. Bones* Doesn't seem to think so, though.\" She was particularly furious at him, as the orchestrator of the ritual and the one who had invited Edon to participate in something, *Anything*, with the other gods after what he had done. He was the greatest traitor at the ritual, and though she could not make a change on her own, she was sure that she would never have respect for someone like him. In her eyes, the void ritual had been a display of his choice of vanity over duty.\n\nBut Amythyst was trying to take steps towards her redemption, and Triticea did not want her fury to stand in the way of that improvement. \"As for the Will of Gaia... I do not know.\" She shook her head. \"Our Mother does not often speak to us.\" Her hand clenched into a fist again. \"But that is what makes that cursed *Void Ritual* Even more egregious. The order to remove Edon for devouring one of our siblings' fruits was the first time that our Creator ever gave us an order. It was the *Only* Thing our Mother *Ever* Asked of us... And yet, so many of our siblings would stab her, stab *Us* In the back... For what?\" She gestured wildly at the Void Ocean, her tone rising in fury.\n Serve a purpose that Gaia's lower roots had *Already fulfilled*?\"\nThe Wheatmother's cry was filled with anger, but more importantly, it held the pain she felt from her siblings' perceived betrayal. She had *Trusted* Them! And this was how they had repaid her faith? **Aderyn. Sanskrit. TSU. Lila. Vaias. Wyrd. Skadedyr. Visarni. Sinrael. Onesifi. Melancholia. Mr. Bones. Savarii.** Those names flashed in her mind, filling her with rage and pain once more.\n\nShe took a moment to calm herself. \"Most of us escaped unscathed.\" She decided to answer. \"Save for Edon, who was felled, and one ally. While Mr. Bones stroke his ego, one sister... Majesty... Fell.\""
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"message": "** \"The one thing? Oh my, this is simply egregious.\"** Amythyst squeaked, her hands flying up and then back down, and then back up again. \n\nAmythyst almost started hiccuping. Rings of muddy colors pulsed up her arms, mimicking the rhythm of a hiccup without her doing anything. \n\nAmythyst never did have a particular liking to that bone guy. The story Triticea told seemed so wrong. Was not killing someone really that hard? Now, for the first time in her life Amythyst understood something. Amythyst understood why Triticea was upset at her. She stood back and watched. It was so strange to suddenly understand and fuss with the idea. There was no way to un-understand something. This would haunt her forever. \n\n** \"Majesty.. Fell into the void?\"** She didn't quite get the euphemism, but the grave feeling that hung in the air signaled what it meant. Edon was a vile, chaotic snake who had to be stopped before he squeezed the world of its rules. \n\nYour parents gave birth to you. You were supposed to respect them. That's how it worked in Amythyst's mind. How *Dare* Edon disrespect their mother? He should have gotten eaten instead of that poor fruit. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of rage at Triticea. Was someone going to tell her Edon are a baby or was she just supposed to know? With a heavy sigh, half angered, half depressed, Amythyst said two words.\n\n# sorry.\"\n\n*I will be yours.*"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"There is no use for apologies, sister.\" There were few things that could slake Triticea's thirst for satisfaction through anger, but genuine remose did make it difficult for her to be angry. \"They will change nothing. All you can do is remember the mistake that you have made in the past and move forward.\" She lowered her head. \"Ignorance is closer to a true excuse than willing negligence, at the very least. Your willingness to improve is promising, and shows you to have room to better yourself.\" Her words were harsh, but she saw no efficiency in sugarcoating things. This speech, she figured, would help Amythyst to understand the truth better.\n\nUnlike many of the gods who had won the unhealthy affections of their siblings, though, Triticea had no interest in exploiting this sister who she had guilted into feeling terrible. So long as Amythyst showed herself to be a worthy servant of Gaia in the future, it would not be too difficult for her crimes to be forgiven. She was not someone who forged close connections with anyone, remaining distant even from her own children even as she watched over them and ensured that their every need was seen to. Still... It didn't mean that she didn't feel a little proud for teaching her sister to see the error of her ways and commit to improvement.\n\n\"Mother does not ask much of us.\" She shook her head. \"All that Mother wishes for us to do is fulfil her domains, and turn not our weapons against her. Finally, when she commands us to do something, we do it.\" She closed her eyes. \"You are too young to remember the order.\" She shuddered. \"I remember it. I remember the scream of pain, of anguish, of betrayal, as the Devourer earned his namesake.\" She looked down at her hands. \"I did not appear to oppose him, too caught up in my own affairs. I sinned as well.\" She clenched her hands into fist. \"I promised I would not make the same mistake again. I have atoned by facing Edon during the ritual... I am sure you will get your chance in time.\""
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"message": "Amythyst looked at the letters again. A vague thought swirled in her head. Melon. Edon. Herself. Triticea. They were each colors that stained the water, desperate to make their mark on the world. The words of Triticea were pleasure and pain, perfectly twisting her soul into pieces. She messed up. There was no way to fix it in retrospect. There was only the future. But the future had hope. It had warm lights that she could stand under and bow if she could do everything right. \n\n*Save me.* The words of the letter were clear, black color, in Average font. \n\n*Does that make you happy? Does that make me happy?* Her own response was curly, black as well.\n\nShe gasped as thoughts fused into one, creating some unholy thought. ** \"I know what I have to do. I see my chance. I will not make the same errors twice.\"** *I can restore order. I can make everyone proud. I can give that Edon a little response.* Try or not, the world revolved around her. Her brain couldn't grow out of it. Like a child, she could only see her own horizons, never concerned about anyone else's distant shores. ** \"Thank you for all your guidance, Triticea. I think I have to go do what I must.\"** Amythyst sighed quickly, but there was determination glistening in her voice. ** \"I hope we can meet again, once the Edon thing is settled.\"** Amythyst smiled and made the letters she sent and received disappear. She needed to concentrate. She curtsied, ready to be excused."
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "\"You *Have* Failed.\" She did not bother sugarcoating her words with honey that would only impede Amythyst's path to improvement. \"But that does not mean that you need fail again.\" Redemption... Was impossible without remorse. Redemption was something that you needed to truly want for what it was, and not for the social benefits that it would bring. Fortunately, remorse was something that she saw in this sister of hers. This was a sister who could in time be forgiven for what she had done... Or, more accurately, what she had not done. Triticea would need to be firm, so that Amythyst did not go so far as to think that her mistakes were not exactly that, but not too harsh that Amythyst though that redemption was out of reach.\n\n\"You may have lacked the action in the past, but I see in you the conviction you need to take action now.\" She bowed her head. \"I hope to see you again, once your actions have washed you clean of your past sloth.\" She nodded, though she paused. \"Do not be afraid to seek further guidance on your path to redemption, sister.\" She warned. \"With nobody to see where you have failed, you may never realise you have failed at all.\" It took this conversation with Triticea for Amythyst to see where she had gone wrong. She had little doubt that this would be the last time this goddess made mistakes without reasoning it, and she figured it would be important for her to have someone to point said mistakes out to her.\n\nShe turned away to continue her stroll, now in a much better mood. This was as good a sign of dismissal as Amythyst was going to get from her lawful sister. Triticea, for her part, was glad that at least some of the siblings that had failed their Mother at the ritual might find themselves on a path to becoming the gods that they were meant to be. Amythyst had made a mistake, but it was not one that she could not make up for with sufficient work. She only hoped that her other siblings were as open to the truth as this sister."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Having walked out from the hall of the gods, a girl, rapidly changing in form, color, size... Unstable physically, walks along the branches lower down the World Tree, unclear of her next steps, only of her next goal: Discover her true name. It was apparent to her that something had been wrong from the start, that, unlike other deities, she was without knowledge of herself, without understanding of what she assumed was once a sole purpose, but now was far more than that.\n\nHer heels stabbed into the wood beneath herself, her aura of Madness causing the bark to oddly warp when entering her presence, then revert when exiting. The girl took notice to this, with the revelation earlier, she found it quite curious that a being of something so psychological would have such a physical effect on the living world... Better yet, how does she know it's madness that her domain covers, not something else? And considering all she knows, how can she exactly know that alcohol- nevermind, the smell is a good sign of how *That* Is her domain.\n\n\"Otha da'anehra... Wuha'antei ahma is:?\" She asks no one in particular, before catching herself. \"What in the- *How and* **Why**? Where am I getting this from?\" The girl becomes more than confused, unsure of her language, unsure of her physical form, unsure of everything making herself... Herself.\n\n\"Am I sure I'm a... God? Am I, am I a monster? An da'anehmaotna?\" The thoughts run through her like a wave of chaos, of **Madness**, something she had better start getting familiar with. Maybe this madness is beyond just the naturale form of the psychotic mindset? Or maybe, she's just so mad that her own language formed.\n\nMaybes dilute her mind as the sudden wave of chaos transforms into that of an everlasting flash-flood, drowning her mind in such so rough that it became impossible to think. Her head ached.\n\nHer true form shifted in and out of existence, becoming humanoid, then becoming monstrous, then becoming but a void splashed with color, she was completely, and utterly unstable. Her understandings of herself were naught but lies that she could tell herself to hide the pain and confusion she was feeling over her truth. It takes a moment, but she regains some semblance of stability, tearing her fingers up as she scratches against the bark of the World Tree, this odd language sticking into her brain like a thorn from a bush.\n\nTrying to make some understanding of it all, she changed her goals around a little bit. \"Discovery can wait, it might be best to stick to understanding what I have... Right? Raisgehatei:?\" She thought for a moment, \"Yes, yes this is right. I must understand what I can. I *Have* To understand what I can.\" She declares to no one in particular as the flood of chaos, of madness subsides just enough for herself to think clearly."
},
{
"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "Wandering around, Algen got once again into the lower places of the giant Yggdrasil.\n\nHe had an idea after the conversation with the vice goddess, he wasn't sure making a deal with her would be a good idea, but he was very certain that maybe they could help each other.\nShe looked as lost as him, without answers too, so after receiving an invitation to a picnic from a cherub, he got the brilliant idea of finding Madness and coming there with her. Maybe, in this way, they could get along.\n\nBut nothing would have prepared him to find the deity blasting her nails out on the branches, her many eyes looking wildly open, and her very loud voice chanting unknown words between normal sentences.\n\n\"Madness?\" His many voices echoed, he was worried, and that made the voices even more muffled together. \nWithout a second thought, he got closer in her direction with cautious steps. \"What is... Ha—with you?\" \nThe voices were so mixed that he was sure some words were getting lost."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "This girl, Madness, as he called her, turned not towards him, instead, her entire body became riddled with eyes from those of varying species, and simply looked at him. For a moment, silence filled the air... Along with the putrid smell of a variety of drugs, alcohol, you name it. And at the end of that moment, her form reverts into that of her humanoid form, the one Algen was familiar with.\n\nA girl, brown haired, with four blues eyes on her face, light, almost pale skin, and four arms, donning scantily covering clothes and a smile a gentle as a calm breeze turns to face him, the horror and chaos of what she was once before disappearing in almost a heartbeat.\n\n\"Haehlaot Algen! Hello!\" She says, her eyes giving the impression of... Some kind of joy, though between the twitching of two of her eyes, and the wide gaze of the other two, not even taking in the fact that the two eyes on her hands were still warping despite her body's apparent stability, gave off a sort of creepy feeling to her whole reformed persona.\n\n\"What's going on? Did you think about the... Erm, negatives and positives of taking me in as a potential ally?\" Speaking energetically, this girl, Madness, seems to be rather okay, beyond the obvious physical disturbances occurring with her eyes and the persistent creepiness factor of her posture, something which seems to be caught in an everlasting conflict of hunched over, standing up straight and tall, legs crossed, legs stamped on the ground, arms behind the back, arms tied by the hands in front, and more!"
},
{
"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "\"Ye—h, no, i—\" His voice was still too mixed to be heard properly, he was feeling angry for the first time. Why couldn't his voice be normal, and his form be seen? He just wanted to talk, but couldn't. \"It— okay, I do—\"\n\nHe gruntted kicking the ground, he knew something was happening to her, despite being respectfull with him, It was clear that her mind was troubled. She couldn't make her form be stable, and her smell was even stronger that it normally were. \nIt was so many smells together, that is was starting to be very unpleasant.\n\nHe coughed, the haze became more intense around him, obscuring his view to a point where he couldn't see her eyes anymore.\n\nHe wanted to talk, but didn't know how to do it without his voices."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "She watches as he has a slow, painful breakdown, slowly turning to a fog once more as she thinks. Eventually, her mind clears enough to create an idea... Probably a stupid one at that. This girl approaches Algen, getting close to his hazed form, yet not too close as to make him uncomfortable. For a moment, she waits, wondering if he'll calm down, its clear that he isn't as clear as he needs to be to talk to her. But after the moment is up and the realization that he isn't coming out of this without a second to breathe, she begins clenching her hands together, her mind working to do something she hadn't considered before.\n\n\"I'm sorry... You must be going through such a hard time... And I am too.\" The air begins to become less putrid with her scent, it fading away and transforming into what appeared to be a thin layer of heat around this girl's body. Taking a step away from Algen, it's apparent that she is straining herself to do this and as she strains herself, her true form begins to return, though only partially, with portions of her humanoid body growing eyes, or extra, smaller limbs.\n\n\"Just think clearly for me... Pelaehansoeh...\""
},
{
"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "\"Just think clearly for me... Pelaehansoe...\" He heard her say, he didn't know what on Gaia the last word meant, but it sounded peaceful to hear her say it.\n\nHe needed to help her, and for this, he also needed to calm down and think of a way to communicate.\n\nMaking his mind focus on being something, anything, he imagined his form coming back once again. \n\nBut somehow it came out different. \n\nHis eyes were now as blue as the ocean, his hair much darker, and his skin so pale that it was easy to see veins with golden blood pumping. \nHe didn't understand why, but this form also came with a feeling that his throat was on fire.\n\nHe didn't have the time to ponder too much, that was enough for him, and without flinching, he bit the tip of his finger, drawing some golden blood, and started writing on the ground. Not only that, but he forced the mist to obey him. It dissipated slowly, letting himself and his writing be seen.\n\n\nHe knew they could help each other."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "She reads his bloody writing, a light nod coming from her, though slow as can be as she focuses on maintaining some form of power over her aura. Splitting her tasks once more, Madness now lightens up on the control of her own physical body and redirects it to create an external object made from her own chaotic flesh.\n\n\"Focus... *Focus*...\" She mumbles to herself as her skin begins to bubble and from it, balls of melted... Uncanny flesh began to fall off of her, before turning into liquid wine... Her blood and skin were actually of some form of alcohol, she noted. It took a moment of trial and error... Along with a LOT of disgusting flesh related morphing and melting and just all sorts of horrific shapes and textures that won't be, for the sake of readers, mentioned here in detail, to create what Madness wanted.\n\nFrom her flesh, comes a flat, thick sheet of purple skin which heavily contrasted against Algen's golden blood. Leaving it on the ground in front of Algen, as she chose to not abandon focusing on maintaining her aura, a task which grew increasingly more and more exhausting by the second despite being a literal god.\n\n\"H-here...\" She whimpers, slightly kicking the pad towards him."
},
{
"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "'You can't be only the goddess of vice. You are more than this.' He wrote quickly, it was the first time he had written. It wasn't the best letter, but it was enough to understand. She was making him a little dizzy, but the effect was much easier to handle than before. Maybe this form of him was stronger.\n\n'You are clearly more than simply Madness.' He wrote. 'To create from your own flesh... You are a wonderful piece of art.'\n\nHe got up, got closer—she looked so weak now, making so much effort—and touched the thing that resembled her head. He wasn't scared at all, not after seeing such an ability.\n\n'You just discovered one of your abilities!' He wrote, smiling large, this must have hurt her, but she didn't look anything more than exhausted. 'Look! How awesome you are!'\n\nHe laughed, showing the pad as if it were a trophy. He was bleeding from his finger, and she was looking like a giant puddle of tar, but he wasn't worried anymore. Algen was proud of her!\n\nWell, not sure why though, but he was very happy too."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Madness smiles for just a moment longer, reading your message, before her hands slip away and she falls to the wood beneath her. It is in that moment that her smell completely returns, an aura of intoxicating smells overcoming Algen again. Her smile has disappeared.\n\nHer body returning to its true form, a mass of rapidly changing, multicolored, physically incomprehensible form for an ordinary mortal, as it appeared to grow more and more complex as time went on. Her melted skin reconnected with her body, completely reforming the destroyed form that she had created for herself.\n\nShe looks... Sad... Yet peaceful. Like death had stolen her away...\nYet it is apparent that she still functions normally, considering that her body twitches and continues its morphings and oddness.\n\nSorry for the late response ;w;"
},
{
"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "))Don't worry, i got very invested lmao\n\nHe sat beside her, feeling a push on his soul after seeing how empty her many eyes looked in this form. She collapsed in front of him but wasn't wounded, her own body recovered quickly, and that made things less scary. \n \nIt was much easier to think that she would come back after resting for a little while than to think that this form would become permanent. \nIt looked like everything and nothing at the same time, and it didn't feel cohesive enough to be... Alive.\n\nIf she ended up stuck, he wouldn't forgive himself.\n\n'I came here for a purpose.' He wrote despite knowing she wasn't reading. 'I don't care about the negatives or positives. I want to be your friend, that's all.'\n\nHe smiled. The smell was so strong that he was getting more affected as time passed, he imagined that a human would already be killing themselves or getting insane with only a sniff of it.\n\n'To be a friend is to handle the worst, not only enjoy the best.' He wrote more and more, trailing off. The concept of friendship was abstract for him, but some words were ingrained in his mind. 'I'll be fine. That's what I wanted to say when I came here.'\n\nLooking in her direction, he let the mist surround her. It was easier to control it in this form, so he used it as he wished.\nMaking it like a cloud blanket, he covered her and waited by her side to see when she would come back again and read everything he wrote.\n\n'Take your time, I will wait for you, and when you are ready, we will bake a pie together.'"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "It takes a moment for anything to happen, she seems as still as a cold stone in the boiling sands, unmoving, unenergized. It takes only a moment for her to begin... Singing... Her voice cracks, her lungs fill, and despite being filled with the deepest state of exhaustion, her body chooses to...\n\n\"Wuhaehraeh anratei teihaotur haisdaisnage:? Sowuehtei kahaislada, sowuehtei kahaislada:\" She sings out, her voice slow, her breaths shallow. The haunting song breaks through the air, unknown words, unknown meanings.\n\n\"Wuhais daotsotei teihaotur teiraehmabelaeh isna thurieh nais:? Sowuehtei kahaislada:\" She continues, the air shaking as madness insets... The slowest song... A haunting song... What is this feeling? Algen feels momentarily insane, even without having a physical form or mind to feel insane with, the song... This lullaby of a song, it hurts his sanity... And then it stops, suddenly, there's an end to the song that was not reached... Lucky Algen."
},
{
"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "Algen form oscillates again, he feels a very bad headache, and many voices echo in his mind. There's a lingering presence watching him, and the song creeps onto his body, touching every single part of his bones and making him feel like bugs are crawling on his skin. \n\nHe covers his eyes and ears and doesn't let the fog blanket disintegrate into nothingness. It hurts to be close to her, his nostrils are burning with the scent, and he feels disoriented, close to dissociating and turning into nothing.\n\nThen it suddenly stops, his head keeps throbbing but is not as bad as it was seconds ago.\nHe hates this feeling, anger creeps onto him despite knowing this is not her fault.\n\nOr is it?\n\n\nTime passes, and he can't move, immobilized and completely tired.\n\nThere's a buzzing sound in his ears.\n\nHe fights the desire to leave her there as best as he can, but soon he realizes that even if he wanted to, he couldn't because this form was so tired that leaving his eyes open wasn't an option anymore.\n\nHe goes down like an alcoholic in a coma, it's clear how weak he is as a deity compared to her. \n\nHe didn't stand a chance, someday this would be the end of him, whether it will be her or someone else —fate won't change if he keeps weak like this."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "After around an hour of unconsciousness and loose control over her physical form, the girl of Madness awakens enough to realize that something has gone wrong. Sitting up from the hard wood, her many eyes gaze down upon the blanket of warm, yet slightly foul smelling fog covering herself, then over to Algen. Seeing his unconscious, still body, filled her with dismay.\n\nIn the back of her mind, she was laughing, laughing mad, it looks like she had just killed the only friend she had... And he used the last of his time in this reality to comfort her. How fucking horrible is that? How fucking horrible is she? Why did *He* Die and not *Her?*\n\nA million questions clouded her brain, shutting her mind down long enough to give her body a chance to pick her future for her. Standing up and removing the fog blanket while she was at it, she swiftly took flight from the scene, choosing not to care for altering her physical form, not to care for the pain she was feeling because of it. In the direction she ran, she left a single lilac, as purple as the fruit of a grape vine. Away from the lower branches, she had to get, away from civilization, she had to flee, somewhere far away, her body chose to run...\n\nShe might never be seen again, this was a thought her mind accepted as truth, for loneliness and madness seemed to be the factors that made up her life now."
},
{
"author": "mar_waves",
"message": "She runned away leaving only a single lilac, Algen was left behind in a deep slumber, without prevision of waking up.\n\nThat's how their paths went into very different directions.\n\n\n Madness should be left alone."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "End of RP here for now."
}
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{
"author": "agentdon202",
"message": "As he decended to the lower branches of the world tree. To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure on where exact to start with his realm. He knew what he wanted. But how to do it was another question. As he stood on the claw of the robotic dragon he pondered this throught."
},
{
"author": "clonkl",
"message": "Guerre floated just beside him, sort of wondering what he'd do.\n\n\"You can... Practically create anything now.\" Guerre added after a moment of shared silence. He didn't have that much trouble making his own when he was just born. Simply just running towards the lower branches and creating the realm with but a thought.\n\n\"...Do you have any ideas?\""
},
{
"author": "agentdon202",
"message": "He looked over to Guerre asking him he had any ideas as he said. \n\n\"Naturally... If I was to create my very own realm, it has to be perfectly symmetrical.\"\n\nHe put his arms up in the shape like hes framing what he wanted. \n\n\"Everyone must be in perfect order and by following them thats how they will thrive.\""
},
{
"author": "clonkl",
"message": "Guerre nodded along. Of course he would want that. It's only natural.\n\nHe raised a brow, \"And what else?\""
},
{
"author": "agentdon202",
"message": "Seiji would reflect on that thought even more. What would he want besides the mortals to follow order. This is his realm. He could make whatever he wanted. Despite this overwhelming freedom he didn't truly know. \n\n\"If I am to be honest. Besides everything in perfect order im not exactly sure.\""
},
{
"author": "clonkl",
"message": "\"Seems boring, no?\" Guerre asked, \"Unless you're the type to have that eternal peace it seems like nothing too exciting will happen other than symmetry.\"\n\nGuerre shrugged, \"You can create nearly anything. Do whatever suits your needs.\""
},
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"author": "agentdon202",
"message": "He looked back at Guerre and said. \n\n\"I am the god of Law and Order. Why would I strive for chaos?\"\n\nHe said to him. But maybe there can be something else. \n\n\"But... I do understand your point. So if I do decide to have mortals in my realm. I won't deny them of free will. However if order breaks too hard then ill have to step in.\"\n\nHe said to himself."
},
{
"author": "clonkl",
"message": "\"So you'll be their God-King?\" Guerre asked with a scoff. The amount of micromanaging it'd take to monitor many mortals must be immense. \n\n\"How many mortals do you plan to create?\" He asked."
},
{
"author": "agentdon202",
"message": "He quietly thought to himself thinking how many mortals he wanted. It wasn't hard to figure out. \n\n\"First of all I plan to make one of the mortals a ruler. I mainly over look. And second of all... Enough mortals to fill up a city.\""
},
{
"author": "clonkl",
"message": "\"Doesn't sound that hard. But they'll be quite primitive.\" Guerre warned, \"Can't create entire cities yet, but perhaps just big communities.\""
},
{
"author": "agentdon202",
"message": "\"Hmmm odd that we gods have limits in terms of our realms. But I guess the idea of it is to have them grow and build the city and they will grow into one. Yes I like that idea.\"\n\nHe said mostly talking to himself at this point."
},
{
"author": "clonkl",
"message": "\"Anything else?\" Guerre asked. Frankly, he was interested on how others like him create. He noticed the subtle differences between the deities."
},
{
"author": "agentdon202",
"message": "\"Well perhaps somewhere for me to spend my time other then that I think im ready to create my realm.\"\n\nHe said."
},
{
"author": "clonkl",
"message": "\"I don't think you need any more instruction then. Go on and create.\" Guerre gestured him towards the lower branches."
},
{
"author": "agentdon202",
"message": "He nodded as he looked to the machine dragon and pointed down as he lowered him to one of the branches. The dragon let his claw rest on the branch so he could walk off safely. Soon he put his hands to gether as soon a gate way was created as his new realm was created. \n\n\"Ok lets get working.\"\n\nHe soon enters it as the machine dragon soon enters as well. He kept it open just in case Guerre wanted to see it."
},
{
"author": "clonkl",
"message": "Guerre was still curious on what this newborn was capable of; so he did the only feasible thing. He entered."
}
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{
"author": "anthropoid1020",
"message": "Gaia... The reason for everything, war, creation, sadness and pain for every deity that goes against her and even some that follow her. One of these who follow Gaia is Fedohr, her so called \"Righteous hand\" Who has never actually succeeded in any of the tasks he has been given by her. Even though he was such a failure, he didn't give up no matter the situation. Even now when he only has one arm, a core that's slowly cooling down and barely any strength left to keep himself alive he is still trying to complete his mission... All he needs is a hand from somebody who is willing to aid him... Somebody who would believe what a dying child of a deity would tell them...\n\nFedohr would've managed to reach the roots near Gaia's stump as he'd fall down onto the ground and almost completely pass out. His missing arm wouldn't be bleeding because he had nothing left to bleed and his body would be as cold as an untouched rock in a cave whereas he usually would've been burning like the hottest pits of hell. The demigod was barely able to move anymore, he had been walking for ages but was about to let out his last breath... If only Gaia could send in some divine intervention.."
},
{
"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "The roots were quiet, dangling over the void like a brush over ink. It was barren, any land held high up. All Bea could see of them were rough silhouettes blotting out the stars.\n\nShe wandered along the roots, carrying a hot pink platypus in her arms. She was avoiding Wonderland right now. It was charred and dead and every time she looked at it she got pissy. There was potential for something new and grand amidst the ruins. Bea just... Didn't know what.\n\nShe rambled to the platypus. **\"What if I made a realm made out of candy? Wouldn't that be fun?\"** She mused. Her voice echoed through the void, disrupting the fragile stillness that cloaked it. Everything was still down here, even that person-shaped pile of rocks.\n\n...\n\nHold up, those weren't rocks.\n\nBea zipped closer, her feathered cloak fluttering around her waist. She leaned over the thing, star-eyes shining right into its face. Talk about a rude awakening.\n\n**\"Helloooo!\"** She moved her platypus to one arm and tapped the thing on the forehead. **\"Wakey wakey, Mr. Rock Thing. You good?\"**"
},
{
"author": "anthropoid1020",
"message": "How lucky for the dying pile of rocks... His wish came through and some divine entity had appeared to hopefully help him out. He could barely create a sentance or move but with the last amounts of strength that he had, he would grab onto the arm of the deity and whisper **\"Help... Me...\"** As his body then completely gave out and he appeared more dead rather than dying. \n\nThe former magmatic man could not die before his mission could be completed, he would not let himself... All he can do is hope that this one will help him get back on his feet..."
},
{
"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "**\"Wow, that was pathetic,\"** Bea snorted, watching the creature's body give out. **\"I mean, two words and kaput! You're on death's door. I thought rocks were supposed to be tough.\"** She considered helping him. I mean, he was kind of lame looking, so she wasn't sure if he was worth it or not.\n\nUnless...\n\nBea giggled. Oh, she had an idea. She snapped her fingers and with a puff of pink smoke and a cartoonish *Poof!* Fedohr was brought back to life in all his former glory. Well, except for the googly eyes that had replaced his old eyes, and the pink tule dress that she had replaced his clothes. The changes would only last a day or two, but Fedohr didn't need to know that.\n\n**\"There! All fixed.\"**"
},
{
"author": "anthropoid1020",
"message": "Fedohr would slowly rise up as his body would've reformed itself. He would have his life essence back but his arm wouldn't have regenerated nor would his powers return to him, his guess for the powers would be that once a god steals it then that same god would need to give it back.. And for the arm, the only possibility he could come up with is that 'Gaia' was punishing him for having failed so many times. At least the rest of his body was fully functional which was good because now he could look angrily at the deity who had saved him like he normally does.\n\n**\"I want to thank you for aiding me, deity. Let me explain why I was in this 'pathetic' state you found me in, it is not a very long story so you do not need to sit tightly. I am the righteous hand of Gaia, the one who decides who gets to live or die and when they should vanquish from this reality. I encountered the deity known as Pyralith but ended up getting thrown off a mountain and that is how I ended up like I did.\"**\n\nFedohr would flap the wings he had been given by Sinrael during his time serving under her just to see if they also worked which ended up ripping a part of the dress that Fedohr had been wearing, which he didn't realize. He would look at the deity with colorless eyes with a facial expression of annoyance but he was not in the state to fight them at this current moment. He would then put his arm on where the weapon that Melancholia had granted him was tattooed on his body and summoned it, it dangled down where his arm would've been if it wasn't ripped off, he needed to earn it back... Somehow...\n\n**\"Do you mind telling me where the nearest realm is? I have somebody to visit and I would greatly appreciate this last bit of help.\"**"
},
{
"author": "yourlocalcryprid",
"message": "Bea thought she'd found a new ~toy~ friend. He should be ecstatic! Look at him with his lovely new dress and his lovely new eyes. This was certainly an improvement. Unfortunately, nothing could be done about his sour personality. As soon as he opened his mouth, Bea wanted to kick him into the void. Everything he said went in one ear and out the other.\n\n**\"Wow... No one cares,\"** Bea said dryly. **\"You realize that Gaia doesn't *Speak*, right? Even we gods don't understand her. How do *You* Know what she wants?\"** She spoke in a shrewd tone, high-pitched and piercing. She snapped her fingers and Fedohr's dress vanished; he didn't deserve a gift from a goddess. However, she'd let him keep the googly eyes because they made him look stupid.\n\nOh, oh! And then he had the *Audacity* To look annoyed. How rude! Bea was inclined to smite him, but she refrained because this guy was probably the favorite of some stuck-up god and she didn't want to get in trouble.\n\nShe pointed straight up. **\"The nearest realm is that way,\"** She said. Very helpful. **\"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a realm to rebuild. Also, I think you're annoying and if you ever go there I will smite you. K byeeeeeeee!\"** With that she turned into a pink ball of light and zipped off, her voice fading. The platypus had gone with her... Somehow."
},
{
"author": "anthropoid1020",
"message": "Fedohr watched as the deity left him there with directions, at least it was kind enough to tell him where to go. Although she acted rude towards the one who serves judgement, he will not hunt her down and pull her apart physically yet... His current goal is to either get his original powers back or obtain new ones that can aid him in the future, he just has to hope that Gaia is willing to help him convince the next deity to aid him more than this childish one did... When he started walking, he had a strange feeling like something was on his face and then he heard her speak to him... *\"Fedohr... Why do you have googly eyes...\"* And the voice vanished. If Fedohr still had his powers he would've burned heated up so much that the closest realms would feel it but no... He had to stay calm, even if he looked like a proper idiot..\n\n**END**"
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{
"author": "flamenami",
"message": "Triticea was not a deity that often concerned herself with worldly affairs. She was an extension of the will of the World Ash, after all, and so much of her attention tended to centre around what she perceived to be her purpose. To cultivate the greatest and strongest of plants - that was the reason that she believed Gaia to have allowed a part of her to grow, and to become an entity of her own. It was a rare thing for her mind to drift to much else for long, but today had been different. Ever since she had broken off from her work, an odd desire had burned in her chest. Her eldest daughter, the Guardian, had done a fantastic job at keeping her domain safe. In recent years, though, her Guardian had been leaving on excursions to foreign realms. \n\nFor the first time, the goddess felt worry. What if her child encountered one of her siblings? She was well aware that not all of them were savoury, and that there were many who would torture her... Or worse. It was an uncomfortable sensation, this *Worry*, but she could not get it off her chest. While most gods could often be found one the World Tree, the Wheatmother was a rare occurrence. In recent times, she had withdrawn into her Valley, only making occasional excursions to the Garden to compare her produce with her Mother's. When was the last time that any of her siblings had seen the Great Locust out of the Valley? Years, in fact.\n\nAnd so it was a bit of an oddity that the goddess of the harvest could now be found sitting upon one of the roots, a thoughtful expression on her face. Her usual baskets of wheat were gone, having ditched the presentable humanoid form she used for interaction with others for her true, eldritch shape. It could hardly be described as sitting, really, more hovering over one of the roots and staring down into the void. She could only surmise that the Mother Gaia had placed such feelings in her for a reason... But what? She pondered the thought, uncaring of those who might arrive."
},
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "**Behold!**\n\nA column of flame rising like a spear from the void, star-bright and furious, its furnace point aimed perfectly vertical at the sky. Surpassing the roots, it diverged and split itself into two, six, *Eighteen* Radiant lines all blazing out in different directions, a sun-glyph ripped free of its native tapestry and set loose into the unprepared world. At the center of the display, at the heart of all these many outreaching spears, the fire formed a ring, and from that ring strode a beauty cloaked in smoke and ash and shadow. Her hair was dark as volcanic glass, her skin a perfect twilit blue, and her lips—oh, that crimson! Who could ever forget it, having seen it once before?\n\nAs always, the Queen of the Gods made a flashy entrance.\n\nWith an idle flick of one hand, she made the enormous sun-portal behind her spin about and then fold in on itself, until it vanished as abruptly as it has appeared. A good eye-catcher, to be sure, but it had no purpose now that *She* Was on the scene. All eyes ought to be on her, on her beautiful face and arching horns, on her stylish ankle-length dress with its tactically-placed slit that so tantalizingly revealed her long and well-toned legs. With a monarch's confidence she descended step by proud step upon the harvest goddess, until they stood together above the roots of Gaia, and those same roots shuddered with a fearful tremor at the immense weight of combined divinity that had gathered above them.\n\nAnd now Majesty smiled. \"Triticea, there you are. We were just wondering where to find you—tell Us, are you well? There have been no, ah, *Disruptive events* Happening within your realm of late?\""
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "\"Hey. Fancy seeing you here.\" A voice said. Cresting one of the roots was a tall, human figure. It was Soldr, God of Destruction... Or at least it looked a lot like him, save for a few details. His eyes were a bright green, and he was missing the batlike wings that stretched from his shoulders. As usual, Soldr was clad in leathers and furs, with a cloak fashioned from the pelt of some beast he'd fought draped across his shoulders. He had a pair of comfy pants made of durable black cloth, so it seemed like his people had developed fabrics.\n\nAs Soldr slid down the roots to greet them, he transformed. The cloak dissipated into orange flames, stretching out into a pair of wings as his eyes turned ruby red. It seemed Soldr preferred to travel in mortal form but could shift back. Absent the cloak, they'd be able to see he had a huge scar on the left side of his body where the Unending had taken a chunk out of him. The scars traced along much of his torso and abs to go along with the many he already had crisscrossing his arms. Maybe he kept it that way on purpose or maybe he didn't know he could just make his body heal with essence or maybe it was just that way because that's how he thought it would work.\n\n\"Triticea, right? It was nice meeting you at the ritual.\" Soldr told her. He then turned to Majesty. He raised his eyebrows just a tiny bit, almost imperceptibly. He found confident people like her very attractive, and he caught himself checking her out in the sensual black dress.\n\n\"It was an honor to fight alongside you. You were an excellent commander.\" He said. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. \"Sorry I got a bit carried away. You know how it is, you start swinging and next thing you know you've turned yourself into a big scary war demon.\" His memory of the fight was a bit blurry but he remembered causing a fair amount of collateral.\n\n\"What're you two doing out here?\" He asked. He'd seen the flare from Majesty's entrance while out wandering around among the roots of Gaia, and gone over to investigate."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Oooo~! Ohohohooo~! Disruptive? Disssruptive!? Eheheheheeee~!\" \n\n*But alas before this meeting of peers could go off and be productive, an eerie voice bellowed from within an unseen chasm. An unmistakable though faint presence felt with Majesty's person, a rickety racket rustling around through the Archfiend's own hair. Like a rodent racing through the thicket, it crept onto our supposed monarch's horn and circled round and round, till 'twas there! At the very tippity top, like some sly serpent this- creature wrapped its body around her horn. Like a wolf who hung with shadows, warily watching there above- and with eyes alight by an insatiable hunger. But in truth this creature was quite miniscule, a tiny terror who hung in the company of giants. Our Nach was a miniature, more so than usual! Small as a mouse, even.*\n\n\"Fancy-fancy~! Fawncy-fawncy~! Oh we assure you, we're being quite disruptive in her realm as we speak! We think it funny to watch the baker girl bake, the juicer girl juice, the cookie girl cook...\" *She giggled, wiggling her little miniature head to and froe.* \"Aah, but we're ahead! Quite so, this Nach hadn't met either of you... Creatures... Not really, not truly. Seen sure, poked perhaps, but becoming of friends? Not quite! We indeedly must right this wrongful wrong, but first... First... Fiirrrsssst- Snack time!\" \n\n*She reached her hand through space, tearing a hole between reality, before promptly pulling a miniature cupcake there from the Valley of Abundance. Nibbling away at it, like a rat would its cheese.* \n\n\"Ohmnom but we- we rememomomber hormnom man! Your skull was our shiomeld! Verym usefulom!\" *She spoke with her mouthful, for some reason she felt the need to interupt her words with \"Om\" And \"Omnom\".*"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "This form that the Wheatmother was in, her true form, had eyes enough for all of her siblings that had chosen to join her. The eyes on her wings darted over to Majesty, while the ones that covered her main body took in two gods that she recognised from the ritual they had done to create magic. \"Brother. Sisters.\" Triticea Genetrix greeted calmly. She blinked, a motion that looked almost psychedelic as her hundreds of eyes closed and opened at different times so it looked almost like a wave of closed eyes had washed over her. Majesty's question prompted her to close all of her eyes, an even more unsettling motion, before her voice rang out again as the sickles that impaled the ring of wheat flashed gold.\n\n\"I am well.\" She hummed, \"As for the affairs within my realm...\" Her eyes opened, each and every one darting over to Nach. It was kind of hard to tell which way was forward with Triticea, since she was covered in eyes on both sides of her body. Now, though, seemed she had no need to blink as hundreds of gazes settled on the goddess of chaos. \"It is your children entertaining mine, hm?\" She closed her eyes. \"My thanks. I cannot deal with those children sometimes.\" The Genetrix spoke in a formal manner, a sharp contrast to the more casual and childish Pueri that normally took precedence.\n\nShe closed her eyes. \"Word of the goings ons in the Hall of the Gods has reached me since then. My condolences.\" The goddess sent another wave of blinks over her body again. \"But, speaking of that...\" She turned to face them, since apparently her front had been looking away from them the entire time. It didn't really make much of a difference, given that both sides were covered in eyes anyway. \"I have been thinking of crafting a gift for my Guardian, a reward for her work. To do so, though, I would need my siblings' help.\" Her unspoken request was clear as her eyes split evenly between the three other gods present."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "Majesty wasn't greatly surprised to see other gods popping up; the regions surrounding the trunk of the World Tree had long been a popular gathering place for them. That, and she herself was well-known among her kind, so it only made sense that they would come running to greet her the moment they made an appearance. If the gathered individuals just happened to be illustrious deities in their own right, that was but a happy coincidence.\n\nShe wasn't about to pass up this opportunity, however. \"Why, you need only ask, Triticea dear. You lent your own power to Our magical designs, after all—and such faith must be rewarded. Come, let all of us here pool our strength as we did then, and bring something new into this world.\" She spread her wings, and raised one finger with a dramatic pause. \"In fact, why stop at just one? These are harrowing times, what with the creature that assaulted us in our meeting hall, and Mr. Bones trying to meddle in other realms besides. Our beloved creations need protection now more than ever, and We think it best that we all take steps to fortify each other against further threat. Are we not agreed?\" Her deep red eyes met Soldr's with a look of sympathy, knowing how much he had suffered in the battle with the Unending. As for Nach, well, since when had the giggling goddess ever turned down the chance to be involved in something interesting?"
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "As Majesty and perhaps the others regarded him, if they were very perceptive they'd see he was leaking essence. Like a boiler that had been punctured and was shooting out a gout of flame. He didn't even seem to notice. Or maybe that's what he had been healing from? As Majesty looked at him with sympathy, she might catch him staring back. Not at her eyes though. Instead, he was looking at just above her head. \n\n\"There's a thing in your h-Oh, hey Nach.\" He told her, watching in fascination as a tiny tiny Nach crawled out. Soldr wasn't very good at shapeshifting - it had taken him months to master a custom form - and was often impressed by other gods abilities to do it.\n\n\"It's nice to see you again too.\" Soldr said, smiling slightly at her. He'd known many a wise woman in his previous life. Like Nach, they too spoke in riddles one had to interpret. Soldr knew it would be foolish to discard her ramblings, and he also knew that it would be very prudent to hang on to her every word because clearly she had great intelligence and wisdom. What others discarded as madness was clearly just them not being able to understand her.\n\n\"Didn't mean to eat you back there. Glad you're doing better.\" Soldr said apologetically. He wondered if maybe he should be more careful in the future.\n\nNah.\n\n\"Can I get one of those?\" Soldr asked Nach he saw her pull a cupcake from nowhere. When Triticea spoke, that got his attention. He found himself nodding along with Majesty.\n\n\"Haven't had something take a hunk out of me like that since I was a human.\" He said, remembering the battle with the unending. He was grinning a little at it, staring off into space wistfully. \n\n\"Next time I want to be able to crush it by myself.\" He also remembered fighting that thing in his realm. Had it been a weaker god, perhaps? What if a stronger one showed up? He had to be prepared.\n\n\"If we're making artifacts, I'll throw my essence into the pool. You in, Nach?\" He asked."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Indeedly so~! Why we so adore the darling duo of Coco & Coco, two Cocos of a coconut-? Oh but alas, neither are full of a coco's blood... Rectify this perhaps, shall we?\" *To discern meaning in madness was a tricky prospect, it didn't help when what was spoken was actual nonsense. Nevertheless, our Nach considered this peculiar plot while munching on her miniscule cupcake. She put more mind to it than the proposal of their illustrious ilk, though like Majesty anticipated, the prospect too piqued this thing's interest.* \n\n*But once acknowledged, she didn't immediately jump on the offer. Instead, our Nach hurled a dozen or so miniscule cupcakes straight for Soldr. Each of which were barely the size of an acorn, appropriately sized for our Nach sure but hardly so for him. She followed this up with circling round and round the tip of Majesty's horn, before she abruptly leapt to the Archfiend's other horn where she resumed her perch.*\n\n\"The COW! The cowy-cow-cower? Oh we do concur, this Nach does! Our cheery captain shall have themselves a tool for plunder, Y'ArGH! A hat? A ship? A BLIGHTED shark!? No-no-no, none of those.\" *She leaned forward, dangling off the Archfiend's horn.* \"We'll see what makes of thee shall have... We'll see them, oh and we'll have our own! Aah! Aaahhh~! Our fawncy-fawncy friend of a kind of our own, a tool to our devices... A means to *Our* Unending whimsical wonder? Ooooo~! Indeed-indeedly! We'll have that, that in spades and more to booooot~! Boot? Ehehe, booties? Booooties~!\"\n\n*She clapped and cheerily cheered, miraculously hanging on in spite of no hands holding Majesty's horn.*"
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "Though a few of them had odd ways of showing it, they had all agreed to her request, at the price of her own aid in providing them with divine arms. She had no idea what Nach had meant about a blighted shark, but she already knew from the ritual that this sister was a rather deranged one, so she let it slide. Instead, she merely blinked another wave across her body. \"Very well. Then I will lend you my aid in exchange for yours, my siblings. \" The eldritch entity descended lower, down to the roots of the tree, and her form shifted into the one that they would all have seen at the ritual. Where once she had been a strange creature with a thousand eyes, her shape was now that of a beautiful blonde humanoid, her wings being all that she retained of her true form.\n\nKneeling down, she placed one of her hands on the ground. She cast her power upon the Mother Gaia herself, and a growth began to sprout. Using her mother's bark, she pulled free a gnarled stick a bit taller than her current one was. Holding the staff in her hands, she turned to her siblings and spoke again. \"This will do.\" The goddess reached her hand to the sky and grabbed hold of the spring breeze, bringing it low and weaving the winds around the staff. The winds that she had plucked from the air itself twined around the staff, solidifying into divine golden thread around the weapon. \"This will have the power of the winds that bring new life to the fields of the farmers. And with it...\" \n\nShe turned to Nach, extending the staff as her Pueri side began to show. \"Sister, let's make this one as malleable as the winds themselves.\" Majesty and Soldr would have their turn, of course, but she could think of no better deity than Nach to help her grant this weapon the ability to take any shape that it desired, as free as the winds. There was no greater way for a weapon to embody her sister's domain of change, after all. Once it was done, she'd hold it out for Soldr and Majesty to help with."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Mal-e-aw-bull? Mallea-mallea this hand of mawth-*Err*-aah!?\" *Our Nach's skull turned a full 180 degrees, the girl's bright burgundy eyes recentered their attention around that ghastly thing bound by a golden thread.* \"Aahhh~! A most magnificent choice, sticks- we do so adore sticks! Sticks of all kind, beautiful baubles, silly shenaniganizers, tricky trinkets... Yes indeedly, sticks- STICKS they be instruments! Instruments unfettered by design, free of make or ground or sense! Imbue must we, fly shall this like a leaf.. Or.. Or better yet, like a STICK!\"\n\n*Our Nach's proclamation was promptly followed up with the Tiny Terror's terrible leap! She flew free of the Archfiend's horns, and brought that instrument of Triticea's design into her grasp. Our Nach coiled around the shaft like a serpent to its prey, and sunk their chattering canines like a wolf into flesh. Wherein she imbued a terrible power, Triticea's staff begun visibly distorting, its image warped like fresh paint in a storm, a virulent vigor coursed through this once gnarly stick. Fresh flowers bloomed, as did intertwining roots, and a rich coat of moss. Our Nach's terrible touch nestled within, a force of change.*\n\n\"Aahhh~! Superb! Mm, alas a dirty taste though... Blegh.\" *She stuck her tongue out, crawling round and round the staff before she again leapt elsewhere. Frequently bobbing between perches, she was quite content to be so miniscule.*"
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "\"Our turn, then? Hmm, let Us see...\" Majesty carefully took the staff into her own hands, and examined its length. She could feel the potential within it, already blossoming with the strength of two mighty gods, but it still needed a certain something. A touch of lethality, that fatal edge that so defined a good weapon.\n\nIn her arms, the stick again grew and shifted, and now took on a distinctly more dangerous appearance. The mosses, once so soft and fluffy, turned bright with the color of a stinging poison. The roots poked out at odd angles, and twisted themselves into pointed barbs and hooks fit to dig into the unprotected flesh of an injured foe. The flowers sprouted prickles and thorns, and their petals grew long and narrow, forming rings of blades that almost seemed sharp enough to cut.\n\n\"May you bite into the wicked, and leave them with wounds to remember.\" Majesty crooned not to the the other gods, but to the weapon itself, as though it were a crying child in her arms. \"May your cut banish healing, and smite your enemy with pain beyond mortal fathoming. May you guard your wielder with the swiftness of a flytrap, and the cruelty of the most savage thorns... So that none will dare to challenge them, lest they suffer a horrid fate.\" A tilt of her head, one last affectionate look at the young creation, and then she gingerly handed it over to Soldr.\n\n\"A finishing touch, if you will?\" The weapon already had enough essence in it to manifest, but she felt that a god bearing the domain of destruction might yet contribute something of value... And it was good to let everyone feel included."
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "Soldr saw the cupcakes coming and caught them in his hand, resulting in basically a pile of frosting and cake. He stared at it for a moment, and the cupcakes seperated into frosting, paper and cake before combining into a single regular sized cake. Clearly Nach intended some kind of lesson to be learned, but he'd meditate on it later.\n\nWhile he had his cupcake, Soldr watched the others work on it. When it came to him, he'd finished eating and knew what he wanted to do.\n\n\"I think I can fix something.\" He said. He wasn't subtle like the others. Taking the artifact in his hand, he let go of it in midair where it floated as if suspended by some invisible string. He held his hand up, and tiny sparks of orange energy flowed into it, forming a sphere that glowed white hot like a little sun in his hand. A mortal would be struck blind, and even the gods would find it uncomfortable to look directly at.\n\n\"Let me just...\" He pinched the ball with his other hand, and it stretched out into a long, thin glowing white cord. Pinching both ends, he pushed one into one of the stick (was it becoming more like a haft for something?) and then the next. For a moment, sparks of orange lightning coursed through it, and then it held still. \n\n\"There.\" Soldr said, handing it back to Triticea. \"Back where I'm from we had these things called 'boomerangs.' It'll work a little like that if you throw it.\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "With the essence of her siblings imbued into her weapon, the goddess of the harvest held out the hand. The weapon floated on its own, hovering through the air before finally settling in a comfortable position in the air above the Wheatmother's hands. When she moved her open palm, the weapon followed, its centre remaining above her palm the whole time. Bringing it to the side, the goddess moved her hand away, looking at the siblings that had gathered here to help her in crafting the weapon. She nodded her head to the others, satisfied with their work.\n\n\"My thanks, brother, sisters.\" Triticea Genetrix said. The weapon began to descend, until finally her fingers curled around the handle of the wooden weapon. \"And you, who were crafted of the winds, I dub thee Ver Aura.\" She clenched her hand into a fist, and the newly named weapon vanished in a shower of golden sparks. The other gods would be able to tell that she had just sent a fragment of herself away for a moment, to hand it over to her daughter. Still, the majority of her essence remained here as she regarded her siblings again.\n\n\"There is more to be done.\" She hummed, \"But not now. If we were to try to make another now, I fear it would come out... Inefficient.\" The word itself brought distaste to her features, her face scrunching like she'd just bit into a particularly sour lemon. She turned to Majesty, \"I will aid you in crafting similar weapons, to shield ourselves from that errant cancer upon our Mother, the Unending.\" She nodded, \"But that will have to wait.\" She looked between Nach, Majesty, and Soldr, \"So, shall we bid our farewells now, and reconvene in a fortnight?\" She suggested, \"That seems ample time for our divine might to recover, and to forge a new blade.\"\n\nShe did not much care the order that the weapons wer emade in, nor that she was the last. For all of her flaws, Triticea was a patient goddess. She would wait as long as she needed to to achieve her goals."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "Satisfactory. The final shape of the weapon wasn't wholly to Majesty's tastes, but Triticea could do as she liked. What mattered here was that they'd forged an alliance of sorts, an understanding that would strengthen them all in the days to come. The existence of Ver Aura was merely a proof of that, and a reminder of what they were all capable of if they pooled their strength.\n\n\"We were about to suggest the same thing Ourself, Triticea. Let us recover, gather our strength, and meet... Hmm. We may as well decide on the place when the time comes, no? Soldr can choose next, and he'll be the one to recieve a gift.\" Not only did passing the baton around this way held strengthen the bond between them, it also helped guarantee their own security. If prying eyes had somehow witnessed their ritual, if other gods had caught even a whiff of their essence... It might not be advisable to return to this same place again.\n\n\"In the meantime, while we're at rest, we should consider who may be a good fit to join us. We can think of a few already.\" More gods meant more power, and power *Was* The goal here, but that strength could turn to poison if placed in the wrong hands. A fifth or even sixth member could prove useful to their aims, but it would need to be someone they could all trust, likely a known quantity such as Ethros or Maranthe. \"Of course, no sibling should be invited without the consent of *All* Parties involved. We value your viewpoints as much, We're certain, as you value Our own.\" \n\nShe glanced at each of them in turn, checking for any sign of dissent, doubt, or worry. It wasn't too tricky a proposal, but the Archfiend very much wanted everything to go as planned, and specifically as *She* Planned. Put two or more gods in a room and you got *Politics,* No matter how congenial things might appear on the surface."
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "\"Anytime. I love making new artifacts.\" Soldr said, flashing a wolflike grin. *Ver Aura*...He thought, watching it disperse to be teleported elsewhere.\n\n\"You'll have to let me see it in action one of these days.\" He said, finding himself wanting an artifact like that himself. In the days following the Unending, he'd been annoyed that even with his newfound might he'd only managed to wound it. And that was *With* The other gods helping. The book of creation had been a tremendous boon, and he wondered how much stronger he could make one with the other's aid. \n\n\"Thanks. I think I'll take you up on that.\" He said to Majesty when she offered to let him make the next one, as if reading his mind. \"I'll take you up on that. How about my realm, the Barrens?\" He asked. He pointed to a large, rectangle-shaped realm in the east. The top was like a brick of sun-baked earth with pine forests atop it, while beneath was a mantle of molten magma. The northwest corner had been torn off, and in fact much of that region appeared to be a sea of lava.\n\n\"If we want to shy away from in someone's specific realm I can pick somewhere on the tree proper, but I doubt anyone could spy on us there without me noticing.\"\n\n\"In the meantime, I agree. We should vet some more people.\""
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Fawncy-fawncy...\" *Ver Aura, an intricate instrument imbued fricely by a burgeoning council of gods. Though its taste left something to be desired, it was nonetheless a \"Foundation\", for a prospective covenant of our Nach's apparent peers. How as our Nach put it, \"Fancy\", and how as she might otherwise put it... Interesting. The possibility that this could evolve into something more was worth seeing, perhaps our Nach could see these supposed peers contribute to the Nachening?* \"So very-very, *Fawncy*.\"\n\n*In a flash, our Nach appeared centerstage of their council. Now in her usual though still miniscule size, she sported a black magician's cloak and a sporting though crooked top hat.*\n\n\"Yes-yes! Shall we indeed invite *Some* Others, this Nach shall surely invite them!\" *Her now in retrospect oversized hat drooped, obscuring that deranged creature's eyes.* \"Oh but alas, alas! Our very-many-lot of friends are not of a godly nature, among those... We've nearly all our godly natured friends here now!\" *The hat drooped lower.* \"Buuut~! Perhaps, oh perhaps... We'll make more. Until then, we'll settle for that- that thing... The BARON! Realm, tree, void, box, it matters so very-very little... Though the Baron is alas quite, barren.\"\n\n*She tilt her head, and an ominous pair of dim though vivid lights bleed through the top hat.*\n\n\"Perhaps that'll change.\" *She clapped her hands.* \"Aahhh~! Ohohohooo~! And then thereafter we'll see our sweet-sweet, beloved Nachiavellian... Together!\" *This excited her a great deal, evident by how she wiggled and swayed this way or that.* \"Together~!\""
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"author": "flamenami",
"message": "She had no issues with what had been said, \"You may all propose another of our siblings to join us.\" The Wheatmother said, more to fill the void of silence than anything else. That much was a given, after all, but she didn't want any mistake to her stance on the matter. She didn't show any opposition to the order that Majesty wanted to conduct things in either, and so she turned away. Soldr wasn't a brother that she knew well, but she doubted that Majesty would be willing to put a powerful weapon in his hands if he was not trustworthy in some way. Regardless, he had aided her in crafting a gift for her daughter, and so she figured she might as well repay him. She did hate being tied down by commitment, after all.\n\nAs for the location... \"Your realm seems fine.\" The Tree was problematic, prone to interruption by their siblings cloying for a weapon of their own. She didn't fear that they would be sabotaged, but rather that they would be inundated with inane requests from their brothers and sisters to help them build arms that would be tiring for her to forge. More importantly, it would waste precious time that she could have spent on carrying out her purpose, and so she would much rather keep this to as few people as she needed. She was alright with maybe one, two more siblings joining this little project, but anymore and she would be irritated. A private realm sounded much better.\n\n\"Very well. I will see you all then.\" Triticea spoke decisively, never once questioning her decisions. There was no time for that, not when there was so much to be done to bring the will of the Mother Gaia to fruition. The Genetrix, unlike her Child aspect, had little patience for wasted time. With her purpose here complete, she nodded at her siblings, before her body began to disintegrate as she drew this fragment of herself back to her realm. That which had been her body turned to a large plant, withering away into nothingness and leaving no trace of her presence behind."
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"author": "pollen",
"message": "And so the agreement was set. It might be a while before Majesty got her hands on her own instrument of divine power, but the connections forged here were in their own way just as potent a weapon against the Unending. *That first time... The gods were disunited, out-of-sync, and Our orders could barely keep them working together.* She'd learned several lessons from that first brush with group combat, and one of those was that they'd need a more cohesive unit to make any real headway.\n\n\"The Barrens it is. We'd been meaning to visit your realm anyway, so We find this arrangement rather convenient.\" She glanced off the way Soldr had pointed, and then met his eyes again. \"We look forward to experiencing your... Hospitality.\"\n\nLet him interpret that how he liked. In the meantime, she floated past him and on to Nach, pausing to give the little goddess a gentle tickle to get her giggling all over again. \"We'll see it indeed, dear, and more besides. Have patience; the end results of our endeavor will be well worth the labor of it.\"\n\nAgain she moved on, and now a blazing gateway tore itself into existence before her, the volcanic fury of the Throne raging beyond. \"Now rest well, both of you. *We* Certainly shall, and Our example is absolute.\" Her wings spread wide behind her, and—with her dark, grandiose, and ever-beautiful silhouette framed by the fires beyond—she strode through the portal into the birthplace of magic, and was gone from the world they knew."
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"author": "spike_cowboybebop",
"message": "Will reply in a lil bit\n\nAs the other gods agreed, Soldr realized his realm was still a bit of a mess. He'd have to tidy up quite a bit or else the other gods would make fun of him. \n\n\"Just gimme a bit to set up. I'll need to get party favors.\" Soldr said, making his excuses. Majesty was here putting him on the spot too with hospitality. He was guessing she had high expectations just from what he'd seen of her so now he felt pressured.\n\n\"I'll see you in... Let's call it a few months? I'll send out invites.\" He said. Surtr spread his wings, then leaped into the air before flapping then and soaring off towards the base of the world tree. He had business there."
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"author": "drcoomer",
"message": "Vitalor was so much lesser than it once was, a thing of blood, matter, memory, and creation turned from a rolling tide of constantly shifting architecture from the memories of the souls that made up its nous into a cloud of blood desperately trying to keep its incoherence coherent as it formed bridges and walls out of the bloody mist that made it up, trying to tie itself together again and again as it drifted around and through the world tree's roots. As it did so it... Raved. \n\n\n**\"WHERE ARE THEY. WHERE IS MY MATTER. WHERE ARE MY PEOPLE\"**\n...\n**\"WHERE IS IT? WHERE IS MY ARCHITECTURE? WHERE IS IT?\"**\n\n\nStuck in its repeating actions, a god of creation creating its own dementia. Its lands- elsewhere, the souls that nourished it through sacrifice absent. But where there was creation there was potential for something more, perhaps the god of blood just needed a reminder?"
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"author": ".secretorange",
"message": "*Goddess of law and authority, was exploring different realms looking for inspiration for her own, as well as preparing the \"Great plan\". Second realm she visited was this unstable one. She looked around ik both amazed as disturbed look. She noticed a god panicking and asked:* \"Hello deity. Who are you and is this your realm? What is it?\""
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"author": "drcoomer",
"message": "The blood God settled down on one of the roots of the worldtree like a barnacle- desperately trying to create. Brick by brick it rose up, before inevitably collapsing back into itself and restarting the process. \n\n**\"NO\"**\n**\"NOT OF ME\"**\n**\"I AM OF BLOOD AND MATTER AND BUILDINGS AND CREATION, THIS PLACE IS OF TREE AND SAP AND GODS AND...\"**\n-\n**\"CREATION\"**\n\nIt seemed to realize something in that, in connecting its own domains to that of the worldtree."
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"author": ".secretorange",
"message": "*Slightly confused by the other god rambling, but intrigued by them holding some interest in the tree* \"You are forgetting most important artibute of the tree. Unity. All connected by it roots and all coming from it leaves. You lingered on the crestion- well the ultimate act of crestion I'd unification of the realms, like completing a puzzle, making the world complete.\""
},
{
"author": "drcoomer",
"message": "**\"NO!\"**\n\nThe *Structure* That the god was forming under itself became more solid, the cloud of blood beginning to form a precipitate of concrete, forming into something more solid, something that would not collapse in on itself.\n\n\"**NO UNITY**\"\n**\"MATTER IS TO CONNECT THE WORLD, OCEAN AND LAND AND SKY- NOT ROOTS, NOT WOOD NOT NOTHING\"**\n**\"WE ARE NOT OF UNITY, THE MATTER IS GONE, WE WAR WE SQUABBLE WE FIGHT, THE WORLD IS BROKEN.\"**\n\nFrom an insane cloud of blood into a sorta... Spiky looking cement... Pile, lacking the unity that would form it into a true tower and instead just a constantly shifting *Angry* Looking pile of architecture."
},
{
"author": ".secretorange",
"message": "*Her face clearly showing that she became disturbed and slightly angered at that words, but she took a breath and calmy but with annoyed tone said:* \"And land and sky and the world and ocean, what do you think that connect to? It connected to the roots. War ends with peace and what is broken must be fixed. Your creation would stay unharmed, just part of a bigger world. Indeed if you would join the task if unitit you could create the complete world, and all creation in existence would be under your jurisdiction!'"
},
{
"author": "drcoomer",
"message": "Something foundational cracked and turned to liquid, sending the growing tower tumbling over. Concrete turning back into globules of blood.\n\nWhat was identifiably a telescope poked out from the liquid, becoming solid as it extended to look at the other god. The now liquid blood forming a small... Globe, the green shapes of continents separated by vast, blue oceans. A world in miniature held off the ground by veins.\n\n**\"I KNOW THE WORLD AS IT SHOULD BE\"**\n**\"I KNOW THAT SOMEDAY I WILL REMAKE IT\"**\n**\"I KNOW THAT IT IS THE PURPOSE OF OUR DIVINITY TO CREATE\"**\n\nThe globe turned into a raindrop, instead of splashing onto the tree as liquid it started to form a true tower, expanding and replicating as it formed, three equilateral triangles facing inwards, made of constantly shifting methods of human shelter. From tribal tents to the alloy and glass of a possible far future."
},
{
"author": ".secretorange",
"message": "*The goddess, now bearly paying attention to how the world forms and more to the words of the god. She still was slitglty angered by disrespect for unity, but now became much more intrigued and humble * \"You want to remake the world? Don't you see, we have the same goal? You want to shape the world as it should be, while I want to pice the world together so it stops being broken...*She paused for a moment lost in thought, before taking a breath and trying to look as inviting as possible. Then she said:* Mabey if we worked together, the world would be as it should be! What do you say?\""
},
{
"author": "drcoomer",
"message": "The three triangles connected, forming a tier above themselves- the tower climbing higher.\n\n**SHOW ME YOUR WORLD**\n**SHOW ME YOUR IDEAL**\n**SHOW ME YOUR DIVINITY**\n\n**YOU SEEK TO CONNECT WHAT WAS BROKEN, REMAKE WHAT NEVER WAS, BRING RESTITUTION TO THE MISBEGOTTEN **\n\n**AS IS RIGHT**\n**AS IS YOUR RIGHT**\n\nThe tower broke its pattern of triplicates as it continued to rise, forming its second tier, a narrower structure stacked upon the first it was clear it had one more layer to form."
},
{
"author": ".secretorange",
"message": "*Happy and proud upon hearing the words, goddess moved her hand up and around the deities appeared a hexagon. \n\nOut of the hexagon came a vision: the world tree. Araound the tree many realms appeared, but many of them clashed and dissapeared. Than, a new light was seen. As other realms observed it they also started to glow. \n\nAnd then they clashed again, but this time not with purpose of glory and gain, but of clashing together and becoming one. Soon, the realm was one and the world was one, and it was araound the tree. Out of the world gods emerged. They banished and took away essence of tractors, and the worthy ones set as the rulers of the realm, each in rule and lawkeepr of their own domain and each loyal to the obscured figure at the top of the tree.\n\n Years of prosperity passed, and after eaons gods gathered araound the tree, after which immidetly yhownar moved her arm down, and hexagon dissapeard, vision ending with it.*"
},
{
"author": "drcoomer",
"message": "**GODS ARE OF MANY THINGS** \n**WAR, CREATION, DEATH, LIFE, LIGHT, DARKNESS.**\n**ABSOLUTES CAN NOT CLASH AND REMAIN WHOLE, GODS CAN NOT COMPETE ON DOMAINS**\n\n**HARMONY IS IMPOSSIBLE**\n\nThe tower started to complete itself, halfway up a third tier it turned from architecture of life to that of war for a microsecond. Wooden palisades, crenellations, concrete bunkers, and shields of physical light made up its structure in that moment, before returning to its domesticity \n\n**A PANTHEON**\n**A THRONE**\n**A CREATION ON EVERY DOMAIN IN HARMONY**\n\nThe tower completed itself, having moved from this horrible, broken fragment into a whole, a complete self.\n\n**A TOWER THAT STANDS ONLY BECAUSE IT LEANS ON ANOTHER IS NOTHING**\n**MY WORLD IS __MY__ MEMORY**\n**I WILL NOT SEE IT POLLUTED BY THE VISION OF ANOTHER**\n\nThe tone changed, from dogma to something both more and less pure. From the anchor of its godly soul into what made it an individual.\n\n\"*Yet,*\"\n\"You seek to create in a world of strife, it is admirable, it is important, it is divine. Continue with this. Though to rely on the strength of another is to become lesser both i will support you in this plight.\"\n\n\nThe tower was a horrible splendor, impossibly massive and detailed. To observe a window on the tower was to view a fractal of the ages. An office window contained in its corner a sky scraper that was made of yurts and space elevators, continuing on to where even a gods perception could not find."
},
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"author": ".secretorange",
"message": "*She grew angered expresion but she sigh and callmed down. She spoke:* \"You betreay your nature and nature of the world by rejecting unity. Divided everything will fade into void, together it will last. But you recognize divinity of the quest. Your mind and heart are in the right place, you just need to grow into it. We'll meet again one day, i can feel it.\" *She sighs once more and prepares to leave the realm*"
},
{
"author": "drcoomer",
"message": "The tower of ever shifting blood sat there, silently judging the other god as it left. \n\nWhat type of deity would eventually fail to create?"
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"author": "kuromi5234",
"message": "Fast, faster, Olet ran as fast as she could out from the Pure Realm. Her footsteps got sloppy, she was growing more and more tired. She gave in, her feet gave up on her. She crashed into the ground all whilst clutching the broom in her arms, trembling as she felt herself skid agaisnt her skin. She laid there, almost motionless. Tears stung her eyes again, again, she'd been crying too much. But she had been happy before? She had tears of joy? Where have they gone? She reached a hand up to her fave and gently tapped under her eyes. Retracting it and gazing upon the wet residue that coated her fingers. Yes these were tears... So why did they not feel the same as before? \n\nShe sniffled and planted her cheek agaisnt the earth in frustration as she tried to come to terms with these feelings. She had felt this before, before she had left the Pure Realm. For a moment, it was bittersweet. But now? Now it was just bitter. She sighed and sat herself up looking towards the broom, making sure it had not even one scratch. She remained still but somewhat relieved as she held it near and began looking around, seemed as though she'd found herself back to Gaia. She looked up at the tree and went to sit closer, leaning agaisnt the large roots and shutting her eyes. This feeling, it was awful... She didn't know what it was. The opposite of happiness perhaps? Nothing Diova had told her about, one thing she knew was that she didn't wanna experience it again. But it wouldn't go away, Olet tried shutting her eyes tightly and holding her breathe, gasping for air and panting quietly gritting her teeth realizing the feeling still lingered only getting stronger and more overwhelming. An expression, an expression had begun to appear upon her plain features. A frown, a scowl even, she tried to return to her flat smile but nothing. She grabbed her cheeks and tried pulling them upwards, but nothing. She let the tears that had stung her eyes begin to run down her face, as her breath began to become shakey.\n\n*What is this feeling...?*"
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "Spread too thin yet still finding the need to further fragment herself, Melancholia silently sat on one of her \"Mother's\" Thick roots. It was peaceful. The chill in the air was soothing, along with the deep presence of the void and the overwhelming power she gained from simply.. Resting. She was alone, and she enjoyed it. For the first time in a while, she was not seeking out suffering. There was no manipulation, no slippery words, and no broken, meaningless hugs from people she tried too hard to understand.\n\nBlankly, she hummed a song and tried to trace the shape of the roots with her finger. When they got too thin, her feeble vision did not allow her to see them anymore. The goddess of sadness should have been pondering her plans, but she did not want to. They only made her feel bad. Strangely enough, she was *Sick* Of feeling bad.\n\nIn another place, her love was being killed. In another place, she was banishing two goddesses from the Land of Eternal Rain. In another place, she was attempting to trick the deity of romance.\n\nIt got tiring.\n\nAs though she was not even worthy of *Tranquility*, she heard the sounds of rushed footsteps pound in her direction. Her grim expression darkened. She soundlessly turned her body, only to lay her gaze on a puny, young demigod. Perhaps Melancholia should have left; half-gods were not supposed to intermingle with true gods. However, she realized that her influence would likely help the girl who was sprinting towards her.\n\nThe closer the demigod got, the bluer Melancholia's atmosphere became. Sadness. Her influence only amplified the depression that she was feeling, seeping into her brain and gently harboring it. Gently, turned to the sobbing child. She did not stand up, for being below another was not something she was afraid of. Despondency was everywhere; from the top of the world tree, to the very bottom, where she sat on the roots. There was never an area that Melancholia's power did not cover.\n\nNo words came out of her mouth. In spite of the fact that she knew she should have been comforting, she simply *Couldn't* Bring herself to say anything. Nothing she could spew out would even come close to all of the vast possibilities. She could have changed the demigod, making her her own by taking the desolation within her and twisting it into a motivator. Or, perhaps, she could have helped the demigod. Too many options plagued her mind.\n\nChoices, choices, Melancholia was sick of making choices.\nSave Edon, or let him be attacked?\nEnter the realm of the love goddess, or save it for another time?\nKeep trying with Amythyst and Tsu, or let them go?\n\nEven in her attempt to find peace, she was presented with an idiotic choice. She should have thrown the demigod off of the World Tree and evacuated the crime scene. The girl was crying, though, and Melancholia simply felt too awful to do something as cruel as that. Edon would do it. Savarii would not. Her only friends were unknowingly gaining control of her mind, for she found herself often wondering whether Edon or Savarii or anybody else would make the choice she thought of. She did not want to accept that she was very different from the two of them, and whatever she decided to do, it likely would not be what her heart yearned for.\n\nAt last, the goddess of sadness and music made up her mind. She slowly raised herself from the ground. With hesitance, she brought her feathery arms up and embraced the adolescent, her incredibly cold touch only slightly discomforting to one's skin."
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"author": "kuromi5234",
"message": "Cold. Since when did it get cold? Olet shivered, unaware of the Goddess' presence until she finally looked up to see a light blue being. Wings? Olet thought as her eyes trailed from Melancholia's arms to finally her face. Olets expression did not change as she plainly started towards the Goddess. Her feelings were only being amplified, it hurt. \n\nIt hurt so much, this embrace, it was nothing like his. It wasn't warm, nor comforting, it was cold and it hurt. This pain had yet to go away, she was withholding her tears now. Trying to hold back every noise that wanted to spill out of her, she wanted to scream. She wanted to scream so loud it shattered her vocal cords, leaving her mute for the rest of whatever life she'd be given.\n\nDoubt.\n\nDoubt had crept into her mind once more, what once was feelings of hope, want, and desires had now been overtaken by disintrest, pain, and sadness. Sadness, this being, she radiated it. Perhaps... Was it her purpose? A goddess of sadness, what an awful gift to endure. Olet shifted a little in the goddess grasp, she held her hands and placed them back towards the being. Letting her knees extend, slumping on the roots and letting out a small sigh. Her body felt limp, she felt like she was dying, she wanted this pain to end already.\n\n\"Question..\" Olet said plainly, breaking the small silence between the two. She didn't stare, nor blink, she couldn't even bring herself to breathe as she continued talking. \"Will it. Go away?\" She said, though she had no tone, she was trembling. Surely this goddess could help, she had to. She had no one! She wanted help, she needed it, someone had to tell her what was wrong, how to fix it, how to solve everything! For she knew nothing, nothing, nothing, all Olet had known was nothing. Pure bliss, it was all she's known. An empty head, no opinion, no thoughts. She simply existed. \n\nDoubt.\n\nAll these bottled up emotions made her body feel as though it was ready to explode. She couldn't hold them in, but she had to. She had to. She had to. She had to. *I have to* She told herself, that's a way to stop feeling like this right? Ignore. Dismiss. A demi-god that was once curious about life's meaning and what it had to offer, who yearned to learn about what it meant to feel alive and what it meant to feel. NOw had no interest in feeling anything, no interest in life. The little demigod held the pearly white broom close and allowed herself to cry quietly. She allowed herself to only express so much, to relieve herself, only for a little."
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"author": "fire.turtle",
"message": "The girl's pain echoed through the goddess's body, reeking of unsureness and pure agony. It reminded Melancholia of herself. As she embraced the demigod, she ran her gentle yet harmful hands through her white hair. Sadness hurt, but it should not have. How come the deity could not even ultimately control her own domain? Had it been up to her, desolation would have been a feeling welcomed by all.\n\nThe numbness in her voice was almost touchable, and it made Melancholia softly smile behind the half-god's back. Slowly, she unraveled her arms, icily sitting down alongside her fellow divine being. For a while, she simply thought about the question. It burned her. She knew the answer, but she did not want to say it; she *Could not* Say it. \nAt last, the goddess of despondency's mouth moved, allowing a response to coldly emerge.\n\"No.\" Melancholia hold her tight, as though she feared the demigod would fall from the roots of Yggdrasil and into the void. Her hand reached for her face. The tears she felt were warm and clement, yet also utterly tragic and heartbreaking. What had happened to cause such an ugly type of gloominess to materialize. \"However, it does not forever have to be so... Chilling.\"\n\nWiping her cries away, the goddess permitted the liquified sorrow to seep into her skin. It felt melancholy, even to her. \"You are too beautiful to sob like this, child.\"\n\nThe blueness within her eyes was deep and indigo, endless like the dimmed, starlit sky. Although she should have been careful and highly attentive to the sensitive little girl, Melancholia's shoulders relaxed. A gray wind shifted the atmosphere between them; it was benign.\n\nShe didn't even know who she was physically bonding with. Why did she care so much? If she truly had the desire to, she could have shoved the demigod off of the World Tree and left. However, she did not. That wasn't who Melancholia was. Murderous tendencies were not particularly on her list of passions, despite their heavy presences in her friends' lives. Melancholia was not a killer. She did not like to hurt people.\n\nA gnarly frown materialized on her face. Just as the girl was crying, the goddess of sadness was as well. The pain they equally felt rang through the atmosphere, chiming and making pulchritudinous sounds of music. It was colorful and dreary, filled to the brim with different sounds and chords and notes. The composer was Melancholia herself, and the player was the innocent little half-god who moped by her side. She looked at her nameless companion in the eye.\n\n May be ravishing if you allow it to be."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"A little to the left... Liiittle more... Left... Left! Left! Agh-! I said LEFT you stupid bitch!\" \n\n\"Ugghhh... My left... Or YOUR left!? Dumbass!\"\n\n\"W-Wha-!? Agh-! LEFT IS LEFT, IT'S THE SAME LEFT!\"\n\n\"D- Do you know how directions work!? They change in relation to yourself, and others! Directions!\"\n\n\"I was facing the same way you were! It's the same left!\"\n\n\"Yeah, keyword... WAS! You MOVED! You stupid bitch, I can't tell if you know you messed up or if you're actually a dumbass.\"\n\n\"Screw you! You just can't hear, you dumb deaf bitch!\"\n\n\"First the whole fruit fiasco and now this shit...\"\n\n\"DON'T EVEN! I'm tired of hearing about the fucking fruit fiasco, so DON'T EVEN!\"\n\n\"Well YOU'RE getting ODD with ME! So I gotta get even!\"\n\n\"H-Huh!?\" \n\n*We join a pair of troublesome Trixies in the throes of another long, protracted argument, both of whom were insistent that the other was to blame for messing up the decorum of their new hideout. One Trick'o'Light shouted from a stool, and held aloft a crudely crafted but pretty portrait of their new ghoulish gang. The other was indignant, stomping her pretty little feet and giving some surprisingly precise directions about what her \"Friend\" Should shove up their- oh my, that would be obscene...* \n\n\"Ugghhh... Are they really at it again?\" *She yawned, rubbing her eyes and groggily swaying from side to side, touching down next to another Trick'o'Light who was leaning back in their seat all cozy like. Sipping something spicy, with a sly smirk aimed squarely toward their sleepier compatriot. She much unlike anyone else, was enjoying very much enjoying the show.* \"...What's it over this time, then?\"\n\n\"HAH! Neither one of em know nothin, I tell yah! Can't tell their left from right, either of em! Couldn't even start on the trophies, heh... Didn't finish framing that thing either, neither of em!\" *She snickered and smirked, happily kicking her feet at the tune of their couple's quarrel.* \"Itza comedy! Greatest this slice of nothin's got!\"\n\n_ _\n*The two of them were so engrossed in their shouting match that neither of them realized they were being watched, and that the whole gang was rallying in the room. Only a few of Trixies were missing, the three of them shafted with lookout duty and the other two looking after their most recent \"Trophy\".*\n\n\"...Shouldn't we... Do somethin? They'll go on like this for another hour or two at least, and I'm not in the mood to listen to all... That...\"\n\n\"Maybe, maybe not~! I might be in the mood to listen to allllll that~!\"\n\n\"You'd think they woulda killed themselves by now, I can't tell if they love or despise one another. Honestly.\"\n\n\"Hey! Both of you are bitches, just kiss already and get back to doing whatever it is you bitches do!\" *She shouted over the shouting match, which caught quarrelling couple's attention. Both of whom snapped at the gawking crowd, whisked whatever they could off the ground and chucked it at the interloper. Prompting the gawking gang to disperse in a panic, as bits and pieces went flying back and forth.* \n\n\"Who're you calling bitches, bitch!?\" *The both of them cried in unison, throwing mighty mean looking acorns...*\n\n*Their feud, and now this fumbling fight of theirs, made quite the commotion in an otherwise inconspicuous hideout, nestled alongside the roots of the world. Nefary's Nook was a fledgling gang of troublesome Trixies, who'd only recently formed around last year's Hallownach. After which they took their spoilers and sought to carve a niche here in this nefarious nook of theirs, in anticipation of ambushing travelers to plunder and pillage their possessions. Their egregious efforts were fruitful, seeing as they already scored big... Though in doing so, they might've taken on more than they could chew.* \n\n\"So what're we doin' about the girl!?\""
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "Moving through the roots of Yggrdrasil in very close proximity was the divine presence of the Hive-Goddess Savarii. Her form was weak, hard to perceive or even identify. She was being careful not only with her now very limited life force, but also to keep herself hidden from any of her siblings, either those that may seek revenge or anybody who may let slip to Triticea she was violating their agreement. A cloud of large hornets was moving through the roots, using grooves and bumps in the wood to keep themselves both hidden and safe from too much exposure to the void. \n\nThis divine form of Savarii's was quite weak, aiming to scout the realms and roots for any potential mortals to convert to followers, take for her own plans or manipulate into doing her bidding while she was still forced to recover. While this cloud of wasps had travelled through a few of the eastern realms where Savarii was currently being held and watched from afar, they now made their way towards the portion of the roots where the trixies were making their secret hideout. \n\nPicking apart the sound of voices coming from nearby, Savarii turned her attention to the source. Hundreds of eyes and antennae were now searching for the trixies. The Trick-O-Lites would likely soon hear the buzzing of many wings as the hornets started to land on the branches nearby, clicking their pincers hungrily and turning their attention to the piece of the arguing nearby. The hive-goddess hissed as she looked around to try to catch a glimpse of the nearby trixies. Savarii's excitement was mounting, thinking what sort of mortal shells these voices may come from. *What sort of ripe, fascinating creatures and souls were waiting here just for little old her~*\n\nThe first hornet that made up Savarii's current form laid their eyes on a sign of a trixie nearby, informing the other hornets from the \"Hivemind\". In reality, it was all Savarii, just one entity possessing many insects.\n\nHowever, instead of a form that was held together by flesh, blood and guts and organized itself through hormones and nerves, this swarm was communicating through pheromones and Savarii's single, unified will and mind. As such, once one hornet had taken notice of a nearby trixie, so did all the rest, who quickly swarmed the branches with a loud. \n\nThe many hornets that made up Savarii all let out a collective, displeased chatter as they started to climb up the branches, surrounding the sound of all the trixies. These creatures were... *Smaller* Than was ideal for her current plans."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Like, seriously! What're we doing about her!?\"\n\n\"Heh, whaaat aboouuut her~?\"\n\n\"I- I don't know! That's why I asked, we keeping her around for a laugh or what? She's big people, and big people have big appetites! So she'll be chewing through our goodies in no time, sooo?\"\n\n\"So? We'll have our laugh and send her on her merry way! She'll spread the word about us, and they'll tell all kinds of spooky scary stories about the ghoulish girls in Nefary's Nook!\"\n\n\"That's all well and good but, she's seen our hideout... She's IN our hideout, right now! Shall she spread the word on where we're hiding too? Get a buncha big fucking big people with pitchforks and torches?\" \n\n\"Ugghhh... You're such a fuckin' Squeaker!\" \n\n\"H-Hey now! W-What... What if we, scare her? We could p-pretend to s-sacrifice her! Wouldn't that be s-so.. So very, very funny!? We could paint a big red b-b-bloody circle, a-and chu- chuck her in its eye! Eehehehehehee~!\"\n\n\"Mmm... Thas not a bad idea, oh and yes, it'd be very, very funny! Might dissuade any snitching too!\" \n\n\"Eheheehehehehee... Fuck yeah!\"\n\n\"Ohhh girls~! You're all just, so awful- I love it!\"\n\n\"...Hey, I... I hate to interrupt, whatever this is.. But... Can't you hear that racket?\" *Though the Trixies were slow to recognize Savarii's presence, it didn't take long for them to rally toward the source of an unfamiliar commotion. Most of them disappeared under a veil of invisibility, fanning out to cover as much ground as they could in hopes of ambushing whatever was making so much noise. The others approached out in the open, though with bright beaming balls of light at the ready. In spite of their small stature and what felt like constant infighting, Nefary's Nook was a cohesive, chaotic company of spiteful corsairs...*\n_ _\n\n*Savarii of course could see right through their invisibility, and as such she could appreciate the full breadth of their tricky tactics. Though spread apart, each of them were within eyeshot of another, and they surveyed Savarii's presence with an aerial advantage. They took positions where they'd be hard to hit or spot, even without their invisibility, and were prime for a nasty offensive against any ordinary mortal. The unconcealed Trixies approached with caution, and were covered by their concealed compatriots. Savarii could only guess at their purpose, but judging by their behavior thus far they might've packed a nasty surprise.*\n\n*Such an observation was unnecessary though, the Trixies had openly discussed how they'd taken previously a mortal captive... Indeed, their effectiveness was plain in view.*\n\n\"Hey! What the fuck are you?\" *Ah, the first of several Trick'o'Lights to confront Savarii's surveilance.* \n\n\"Mmm... They look tasty! I wouldn't mind a bite~! Om nom nom nom nom!\" *Another Trick'o'Light gnashed their teeth together in front of a locust, taunting it.*\n\n\"Cut it out dumbass! Weren't you supposed to handle the right?\"\n\n\"Y- You said!!!!\"\n\n\"SHUT UP! SHUT UP, WE'RE NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION!\" *Cried the first of several Trick'o'Lights, coming in between the bickering bitches in what would doubtlessly be another longwinded arguement.* \"La La La La La! That's all, that's it, NEITHER of you can HEAR the other, crystal? We're crystal! Final, done, settled! Now look at the... Whatever the fuck this thing is.\""
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "The eyes of the many hornets studied the Trixies as they spread out in their ambush positions, and she did indeed pick up the fact that they had already taken another being hostage... *Fascinating...* Savarii's disappointment at finding such small creatures was replaced soon enough with interest and, as always, new potential schemes. These creatures certainly seemed entertaining, if not a bit... *Difficult*, however she wanted to see more of them. The hornets swarmed towards the nearby den of the Trick'o'lites, almost covering parts of the roots and branches with their pure numbers. Many eyes faced the Trixies from all directions, with few hornets remaining up and above the action, circling the area and trying to get some form of advantage should the Trixies attempt to attack. After all, Savarii was not the kind to take kindly to any direct defiance or assaults. \n\nThe hornets in front chatter their teeth as they look towards the Trixies. \"We would not recommend trying to eat us...\" Several voices speak at once, clearly controlled by the same entity. The hornets mimic the Trixie language quite well, at least implying that they weren't *Normal* Hornets, if not revealing that it was a god from the beginning. \"We heard your debate from afar, it was... Fascinating. We just *Had* To come here and see for ourselves who was causing all of this commotion~\" The hornets chatter. Despite the stellar grasp of the language, they *Did* Have much more of a robotic, insect like quality to their voices, many of their words supplemented by clicks of their mandibles, buzzes from their wings and hisses. \n\n\"You all seem... Energetic... Enthusiastic.\" Savarii's swarm like form hisses. \"And I heard something about a hostage? My my... From such small creatures too. You must be a sight to behold.\" The wasps say, one at the front hungrily chattering and rubbing its front legs together. \"What kind of creatures *Are* You?\" The hornet asks."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Well I imagine most food would say something similar.\" *The same Trick'o'Light as before teased, flashing their teeth with a slight smirk.* \"Though that being said... You're all kinda gross, and also sorta smell.\"\n\n\"...I'm not listening... I'm not listening... I'm not listening...\" \n\n*Though two of them were still silently bickering with one another, several of the other Trixies who'd come to confront Savarii's hornets, immediately took interest when they heard they understood them.* \"That's... Strange, they understand... The Ringly Tongue? Though, they don't seem, anything like.. One of us...\"\n\n\"They speak together too! Are they by chance like our little siblings?\"\n\n\"...Perhaps, but...\" *The tired Trick'o'Light leaned forward to inspect Savarii's hornets further, her ghoulish gaze glossing over them with a few sniffs.* \"...Nefary's right, they do sorta smell...\"\n\n\"Nefary! Not the point!\" *The tired Trick'o'Light was referred to as \"Nefary\", though that can't be right, seeing as she called the teasing Trick'o'Light by the name of Nefary as well.* \n\n\"Right, right...\" *She rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms.* \n\n*Only five of the Trick'o'Lights had come to confront Savarii, the rest of them were either sprinkled throughout their hideout or took position up above in a suitable vantage point. All of them supposedly hidden from Savarii's sight, a few of the Trixies were still guarding their prisoner. Though they must've heard all the commotion going on, seeing as they too hid where they stashed their hostage. Who was out cold, bound by rope and gagged by a bulb of garlic... They were in rough shape, dirty and disheveled, their clothes were torn, they looked like a meek little thing but... Were much, much bigger than their captives.*\n\n*...Were those, cat ears?*\n\n\"Hey! Who're you calling small!?\"\n\n\"You, obviously.\" \n\n\"WHAT!?\"\n_ _\n\n\"What did I say about you two not hearing each other!?\" *Those two sure loved to argue, and the others were undoubtably familiar with their antics seeing as how the hidden Trick'o'Lights were either stifling a snicker or were rolling their eyes.* \n\n\"...We could, ask you the same thing... I guess.\" *The tired Trick'o'Light spoke, miraculously taking charge of their dubious discussion.* \"...You can call us... Trick'o'Lights, or just Trixies, as we're often called... You might've heard a thing or two about us by now, Nachursions are all the rage...\" *She smiled the slightest smile, and the other Trixies started laughing.* \"...You though, well... I don't think you're mortal. So, that leaves the question... What.. Or rather... Who, are you?\""
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "The hornets hissed and snapped as the Trixies approached them, clearly aiming to keep them back. The hornets would also split and aim to form a nearby wall to keep the Trick'O'Lights on one side, their many eyes gleaming a menacing, unnatural green. \"Well lucky for us, we can't smell... Since you don't look the kind to frequently bathe either...\" One of the hornets retorts. \"But luckily, you still look *Very* Edible~\" It hisses, buzzing and rubbing its mandibles hungrily as they pinched the air. \n\nMany of the insects would spread out. With no real instinct for the self preservation of the individual as, in reality, all of them were Savarii, many of the hornets took the opportunity to spread out to encircle the nook to make themselves more imposing while others were poking around to look at their surroundings and the nearby Trixies. The majority, however, remained squared up with the Trixies in their massive swarms. \n\nEventually, some of the hornets would come near the hostage. One of the hornets would identify the location first, before a small swarm approaches and comes to an investigate while the other hornet continues to speak with the Trixies. \"Who are we...?\" The hornets ask, now beginning to chant in unison in a menacing, eldritch tone. They all seemed to be ensuring that every Trixie would have a hornet nearby in earshot in order to hear the answer to this very important question. \"I represent one of the supreme beings spawned of Gaia...\" They hiss. \"I would explain what that means to you lovely, delicious looking creatures... But something tells me you don't have the attention span to appreciate the complexity of what my presence truly means, even if I spoke it directly into your very minds.\" The hornets hiss, growing closer and approaching the Trixies from their different angles.\n\n\"I hope, however, that you can understand that this means I can be a terrible friend... Or a foe, although I would hardly consider the relationship between mortal and god that of adversaries. More like an unstoppable force and a *Very* Movable, brittle object...\" The hornets hiss.\n\n\"However, I would hate to sound like I'm threatening anybody... You are such adorable and entertaining morsels, despite your... *Irreverent* Tongues.\" The hornets hiss. \"I would much rather see us become friends than the alternative, I'd hate to let such pretty, precious beings go to waste~\"\n\nThe hornets that flew over the hostage would get nearer, chattering and buzzing excitedly as they'd approach. Should the Trixies not prevent them from fully discovering the cat eared hostage, the hornets would be incredibly drawn to it. \n\n\"Now...\" The leading group of hornets would say, assuming they had found the hostage. \"...Why don't we start once again. Perhaps you can tell me who that precious, sleep little friend of yours is that you've hidden away~\""
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Fuck you! I smell like FLOWERS, bitch!\" *Another of the Trick'o'Light's angrily retorted, though their confidence subsequently was shaken after she'd sniffed herself.* \"Hey-hey-hey... I don't smell like a smelly swarm, do I?\"\n\n\"Hehhh? You smell... Fine.\"\n\n\"Sniff me.\"\n\n*The other Trick'o'Light blinked, but although surprised she nonetheless obliged.* \"Hm...\"\n\n\"What? What!? What do I smell like!?\"\n\n\"You smell... Like apples, and cyder, with a tinge of uhm... Autumn leaves.\" \n\n\"Fuck yeah! Fuck you smelly, you smell like SHIT and I smell like LEAVES! Wait what?\"\n\n—\n\n*The hostage shook and stir as the scouring hornets begun to surround them, the click of their mandibles and the buzz of their wings was enough to disturb them. Wriggling and writhing within their restrains, as though in the throes of a nightmare. The Trixies attending to their hostage were none to pleased by this, aggressively whispering and hissing at them, a finger to their lips to try and shush them.*\n\n\"*Pssst... Pssst! Hey... Hey! Sshhh! You'll wake her up, dammit..!*\"\n\n\"*...It took FOREVER to get her to bed! Don't you come and muck it up you... Buzzy, buggy... Crunchers..!*\"\n\n—\n\n\"...Great, so.. A god? That's fan-fucking-tastic...\" *The tired Trick'o'Light sighed, physically deflating, they weren't so much afraid as they were annoyed. Like an angsty teenager who'd just been caught.* \"...Nefarys! Come come, come... Something tells me a trick of the light won't be doing us much good...\" \n\n*One by one the Trixies started to unveil themselves, each of whom chose to congregate within the bounds of Nefary's Nook alongside the Trixies who'd been speaking with Savarii. Although the god's presence hadn't had the desired effect upon their tired speaker, several of the Trixies started to shift and sway... Suddenly seeming uncharacteristically nervous. Their wings were starting to jitter, and they eyed their surroundings with a certain, curious cunning... *\n\n*Like cornered animals looking for an escape.*\n_ _\n\n*But not all of the Trixies were shaken by Savarii, some of them expressed excitement, curiosity, annoyance, and apathy. Others were especially cheeky, and were so bold as to make light of the situation!*\n\n*Though their attitude would suddenly shift to one of... Intrigue, at the proposal of potential friendship.*\n\n\"Well, we assure thee... We wouldn't favor something as woeful as, wasting away... Would we, Nefary?\" *The tired Trick'o'Light perked up, arching a brow and shooting a glance at another of their compatriots.*\n\n\"Oh yes, oh yes-yes-yes! We're much more inclined to wreak wonder and whimsy, as you've no doubt have heard~!\"\n\n\"Mmm... Starting again would be prudent, we thinks~! We wouldn't want to disrespect a supreme being spawned of Gaia, no? Heh... We're Nefary! That's Nefary too, so is she, and she, and she, and she, and she... You get the idea, you're smart! Smart enough not to crush us to itty bitty bits, that's for sure!\" \n\n\"And this here is Nefary's Nook! Our harrowing hideaway...\"\n\n\"...But as for our, sleepy little friend... Well, she's our latest catch, of course.\" *The tired Trick'o'Light explained, smiling.* \"She's a stray we think, found her awhile ago... Wandering aimlessly... Around the roots, lost. We caught her, and we were kind enough to clean her up a little... She smelt rancid.\" \n\n\"There's one similar to she in ole Cryselysia! Though she's off the market, sadly, shame... She's got a pretty face!\" \n\n\"Suppose this one's kinda cute too~!\"\n_ _\n\n\"Oh but, before we continue... You should know uhm, something special about, well... Us.\" *The tired Trick'o'Light interjected, her smile opening to expose dozens of razor sharp teeth.* \"We're Trick'o'Lights, or as our Nach affectionately calls us... Trixies! You might've guessed as much, we... Get around... Heh... Now as you've seen, we're around here! Though our Nach figured we'd be found along the roots eventually, by someone of your... Persuasion... So, to ehm... Even the odds, she's keeping a special eye on us to make sure we're being good little girls and staying very, very... Alive and, eh... Especially, amusing.\" \n\n\"All good friendships must be capitalized by honest to goodness honesty! What better way to start ours than by letting you know we're being watched? As are you yourself...\"\n\n\"...Now, why're you so interested in our sleepy little friend?\""
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "The wasps watch the trixies smell each other rather amusedly, well... As amused as they could considering they were wasps. They hiss at the comments the trixies were making, snapping their mandibles at them in response, but altogether ignoring it. \n\nAs the trixies shifted away, Savarii sensed that some may feel the need to run. As much as their chaotic antics amused her, she rather didn't want to deal with the trouble that would start if one or two of them tried to make a break for it. Instead, the swarm of wasps all started to more properly surround the area. Some hovered in the air while others rested on branches, hissing and watching. Now they were much more in the open just like the Trixies, acting as a very clear warning against running. \n\nThe swarm seems satisfied by the choice of the horde of Nefarys to attempt diplomacy. The hostile buzzing dies down as the larger, leading wasp scuttles forwards towards the lead Nefary. \n\n\"Pleasure to meet you Nefary...\" The wasp says to their \"Lead diplomat\". The other wasps almost seem to repeat \"Nefary\" Several times, each wasp seemingly referring to another Nefary. It seemed the goddess of hiveminds at the very least was one to account for every member of the group. However, with each individual wasp speaking a different greeting for each Nefary, it also served doubly so as a reminder of the large number of the swarm. \"You're much more eloquent than I would have expected for a creature of such... Lawlessness~\" She hisses in a pleased voice. \"It's lovely to make your acquaintance dearest poppet~\"\n\nThe hornet snaps its mandibles hungrily as she hears about the hostage. \"Fascinating. It's so nice seeing such small and assuming beings working together to accomplish such a grand feat~\" She says. \"Do you have any plans for this new little friend of ours?\" \n\nThe wasp chatters in response to the Trixies warning. \"Well I would hate to upset my dear sister~\" She says.\n\n\"So let's ensure nothing bad happens here. There should be no reason for any violence, right? I mean, I haven't been given one yet~\" She chirps coyly, her delivery rather ominous as the wasp approaches the Trixie rather close by, its antenna lightly grazing the skin of the mortal. Her tone didn't indicate much concern over Nach watching, nor any shock. She seemed just as likely to respond to any problems with violence now as she was before, despite saying she rather wouldn't. In reality, she didn't intend to cause much harm to the trixies, but they didn't *Have* To know that... \n\n\"An *Odd* Decision for a god of change, I must admit...\" Savarii comments. \"Chaos without impact and consequence must surely grow dull rather quickly... Especially for beings so whimsical and wild. Is it really chaos if it's so supervised and controlled?\" She coos. \"I would expect such an entity to welcome the change and influence of the chaos they wreak wholeheartedly...\" She says with feigned disappointment. \"Oh, but what do I know, sometimes it is chaotic and unpredictable in itself to avoid total chaos.\" \n\nA small group of bugs would fly closer towards the knocked out Abright, this time going right for them to get a better few. They stood far away enough to not disturb any guards, but they closed the distance so that they could get a better view at what was going on. Now that she had established what she was, she didn't worry too much about being given a hassle if she wanted to look around. \n\nThe other hornet would continue speaking. \"Oh, I'm just admiring your work, it's quite impressive. I always appreciate those who can get together and create something greater than the sum of their parts, it's rather... *Heartwarming~*\" She says. \"Do you engage in these types of pranks often?\" The hornet asks, tilting its head.\n\n\"You see, if you have no need for these catches, I would gladly take them off your hands once you've gotten your kicks in... It must be rather burdensome to have to carry the victims of your pranks around so much. That's time that could be put too *Much* Better use by such clever girls such as yourselves~ Of course, I wouldn't let you leave empty handed for it but... I do share an *Appreciation* For your craft~\""
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "*The tired Trick'o'Light cocked her head, and arched a brow toward Savarii's confusing comments. Was she trying to sew doubts about our Nach, or was this an attempt elicit some kind of reaction? Nefary assumed the latter was true, it'd be bizarre to sew doubts by so brazenly misconstruing what was said. Nefary knew what she said, as did Nefary, and Nefary, and also Nefary, and the others too! Fortunately for her, she was used to this kind of treatment and so simply kept smiled.* \"You must've misunderstood me, I am... Hardly an eloquent speaker... Especially since I might as well be drinking mud. Or piss.\" \n\n\"Ughh... You're so damn dramatic for someone who's always so fucking gloomy! We've got plenty of booze!\" \n\n\"She doesn't drink any damn booze, Nefary, she's an awful Square is what she is!\"\n\n\"...I don't drink piss.\" *The tired Trick'o'Light rolled her eyes, and continued with their conversation.* \"Besides, who ever said anything about violence? Violence is... Nasty business, I myself prefer a... Softer touch.\" \n\n*Her razor sharp teeth beg to differ, though it's hard to tell if the tired Trick'o'Light was serious or ladened with sarcasm. Notably though, Nefary never clarified what it was they meant, nor explain anything further about our Nach and what purpose she served in surveying them. It wasn't like she was lying, Savarii was a god, and could thus easily verify if another of their kind was watching them. It seemed likely our Nach was watching for their own entertainment, but the extent of our Nach's involvement was a mystery.* \n\n\"You'd be surprised how... Fragile, us mortals are... She was hardly any trouble.\" *The conversation shifted back to the \"Guest\" In Nefary's Nook, that little friend of theirs.* \"Shame she hadn't had much more then the rags on their back though... Unlucky... We've certainly had a little fun with her though, you might've heard us workshopping a few fun... Ideas, for her.\"\n_ _\n\n\"We were going to sacrifice her!\" *Another Trick'o'Light hastily interjects.* \"Heh! Play sacrificing really... Aahahahaaa~! Oh it'll be hilarious, it would! We can SQUEEZE some strawberries to make it look like blood, and then we'll get some spooky lighting and wacky crazy music too- it'll be a riot, it will!\" \n\n\"Personally? I'm all for keeping her, she could be our mascot!\"\n\n\"What if we used her as a lure~? Mmm... We'd have to train her for that I think, but a little convincing and she'll be a Nefary like the rest of us! Imagine how many more Squares we could screw over!\" \n\n\"...As I said, we're workshopping.\" *The tired Trick'o'Light repeated.* \"But we'd like to hear what you might have in mind for our little friend... And any other... Future friends, it would be rather burdensome to carry creatures such as these around should we continue capturing them... But curiosity is a burden of its own, no?\" *She cocked her head back, with a sly expression.* \"So relieve us of it then, what're we walking away with~?\"\n\n\"Oooo! We've got an admirer! Ohhh... I've always wanted to be appreciated!\" \n\n\"Stay wanting, it hasn't happened yet.\" \n\n\"Hmph! Meanie!\" \n\n\"I for one, appreciate you very much! I also appreciate being appreciated!\""
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "\"Oh no, I understood *Quite* Well. You're to remain *Alive* And are being watched over by your god, therefore *Free* Of the true chaos of the world... *Safe, free of consequence, frankly a bit boring...*\" The wasp says with a sing-songy and playful voice, almost goading the trixies. \"Quite a significant limitation on chaos when the outcome is already so divinely predetermined...\" The wasp clacks, approaching the trixies. \"Oh but I mean no disrespect, I'm sure you're very amusing to others. Just a tad... *Safe* For my tastes I suppose.\" Savarii the wasp says in a sighing voice, clearly feigning playfulness, with a tinge of teasing and disappointment. \"What's the point if you know everything is safe and above the belt by divine intervention? Sounds like you're applying rules to chaos. What an unjustifiable juxtaposition. Begging and praying to your god that everybody stays alive in unpredictable situations, therefore going against the very spirit of chaos...\" Savarii tuts in a tone as she quickly shifts from disappointed to a motherly and almost chastising tone. \n\n\"Although I am curious what takes priority to your god? Your staying alive or staying amusing~\" The wasp hisses with a deliberately forced and untrustworthy innocent aire. Several pieces of the swarm begin buzzing threateningly and snapping their jaw hungrily. Savarii was approaching these negotiations from her own... *Odd* Way. As always, she started by throwing any prediction of her mood, threat, willingness to do harm and sanity into question. Her rapid change of tones and contradictory messages and implications, most notable in her inner debate on whether or not she intended to hurt the trixies... Or if she enjoyed or was bored by their methods.\n\n\"Ah, but too much talk about the philosophy of chaos and my distaste for rules~\" Savarii mutters, now changing to a more positive, non-threatening and almost *Bubbly* Presence... Well as bubbly and non-threatening that a horde of wasps could be.\n\nIn the eventuality her point hadn't been made by her debates, Savarii started her actual negotiations by clearly relating to agents of chaos, stating a clear distaste for rules they'd hopefully relate to. \"You see... Just like you, I'm also looking for amusement and new...\" The wasp turns towards where the captive was \"...Friends. AND... *Especially* Amusing friends~\" The wasp says, turning back to the Nefarys. \"And seeing your fine work, I'd like to extend an offer to ensure you all continue being amusing to your goddess in a way that you would *Also* Find pleasant~\" Savarii coos with a sly and sweet voice.\" It seemed that once the rules had been set for Savarii, she was already unravelling the loopholes. Despite the oddities in her speech and mannerisms, Savarii had two distinct goals with this display. One was rather obvious, pointing out the ominous fact that being alive and being amusing was in no way mutually exclusive with being comfortable, happy or safe. Two was displaying a skill she hoped creatures like Trixies may appreciate, that being the predisposition and ability to use technicalities to bend the rules and find a more... *Enjoyable* Opportunity that was *Technically* Permissible, a relevant skill for any rulebreaker. The goddess may have been negotiating harshly and hiding it behind several caricatures and facades, but she *Did* Attempt to use her spin on what she would consider to be the \"Language\" Of these mortals.\n\n\"Now I understand mortals do not serve without recompense. We gods designed you with your ambitions for a reason, and we would have nobody to blame but ourselves if we are displeased about this. I wouldn't dare grant an artist my patronage without the proper recompense for their work, insofar their work *Is* Of appropriate quality~\" The lead wasp chirps, nestling closer towards Nefary and rubbing their antennae across the trixie.\n\nEven as a bug, the goddess of outcasts truly held no regard for social convention and personal boundaries, although with beings of chaos, it truly was anybody's guess if she would have the same purposefully offputting quality. \"In fact, I think your plans for this little friend of yours are rather *Droll*. In fact, I love it so much that I would be willing to grant you my own divine gifts should you be able to get me my own collection of these friends.\" \n\n\"I put forward on the table my nexus of infestation gateways, with the ability to create a handful of your own portals.\" Savarii says with a smile. \"Instant connection to any other point in any other realm with no need for the effortful ritual and bargaining that I often require of my followers. Or... If that's not to your taste, I hold many boons you'd find *Greatly* Useful. Boons that make you so easy to overlook and ignore so you may walk, listen and conduct your chaos with greater freedom than before. Boons to give you gifts in the image of my children and grant you the many gifts my beings freely possess, venom, silk, added limbs and the sight of many eyes.\" The goddess chatters her mandibles. \"You may present your steepest bargains and loftiest ambitions for I am a god, and neither a haughty nor stingy one at that. I am not precious, for I reward any effort made for or against me in kind. I may hear your goals and wishes and make my cunning and power yours, so that I may craft a solution to any of your heart's desires. Power, knowledge, fame or peace, wealth or worldliness... The very remaking of who or what you are. I am as eager to earn your good graces as you are to earn mine~\" The wasp says, now giving its own reverential bow... To a *Mortal trixie* No less... An odd shift from the threatening, hungry behaviour or motherly and bubbly facade from before."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"...No, not quite.\" *The tired Trick'o'Light wasn't interested in debating philosophy, especially not with a god, her answer was as short as it was blunt and to the point. Effectively shutting down the conversation, without touching on any of the finer details of whether what Savarii said had any merit. But although she wasn't interested in continuing this line of conversation, Nefary nonetheless started to consider Savarii's comments carefully. She wasn't sure, though she suspected Savarii was deliberately misconstruing her...*\n\n*...Why? Well, who better to spell out the rules than the one who knows them? Nefary offered Savarii knowledge of our Nach's presence, it was a calculated decision to curry favor with a likely problematic partner. While simultaneously evening the playing field, it'd be much harder for a god to press mortals into anything if they knew another god was watching them. That of course assumes our Nach would intervene, which Nefary considered unlikely, what mattered was the chance that it __could__ happen. Savarii wanted to tease the Trixies, and thus have them spell the means of their own subjugation.*\n\n*After all, any attempt to clarify Savarii's understanding would only increase it... Whether she's feigning ignorance or not though, it was better not to offer information for free.* \"I'm not much of a thinker either, to be honest... But I suppose living is lovely and all, assuming I get a real drink now and again.\" *She sighed.* \"Ehh... What do I know though? Certainly not philsopphhh... Fuckery... Mm, do I still have any-?\"\n\n*Nefary's sentence trailed off as she once slipped deep into thought, to let Savarii keep speaking...*\n\n*...So that she can keep listening, although Nefary's were briefly interrupted by Savarii's creeping chirps as the \"Lead\" Wasp nestled in next to her. Fortunately, she wasn't too perturbed. Her own fidgety antennae flicking toward the wasp, as she hung her head back to lazily try and watch the Lord of Flies.*\n_ _\n\n*It was only when Savarii spoke of how droll their plans were, and that they intended to bargain for friends of their own... That the Trixies all suddenly perked up, and all collectively became quite interested in Savarii's offer.* \n\n\"Fuck you! The play sacrifice is hilarious, it's FAR funnier if someone THINKS they'll be sacrificed instead of actually sacrificing them you know! It's clever, and it subverts your expectations! We'll all have a laugh, it'll be great! We're sure they'll get a good chuckle out of it too, once they've stopped crying...\" \n\n\"Ehh... It's not that funny, I mean sure it's a little funny... But hilarious? Ehhh...\"\n\n\"You know, you keep pushing and pushing for a play sacrifice! I'm sick of it! Sure it's entertaining, it's eccentric, but you keep... Fucking... Going on about it! I hate it, I hate it! Does anyone else actually think it's as funny as you seem to think it is!?\"\n\n\"...I think it's pretty funny.\"\n\n\"Hey, dummies! Are we gonna talk about a *God* Offering us whatever we want, or are we gonna bitch about her having poor taste in comedy? We were offered... Whatever! Whatever we wanted!\" \n\n*The Nefarys all collectively \"Ooh~!\" Together.*\n\n\"Ooh! I wanna be giant, and I wanna *Strangle* The rest of you! With love, of course... Obviously.\"\n\n\"Ooh! I want a bottomless pit of chocolate, a never ending supply!\" \n\n\"Ooh! I... I wanna rule the whole fucking world!\" \n\n\"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! I... I want.. Ehhh... Hm, that's tricky...\"\n\n\"Hmm... Anything? Anything at all? Ugh, that's almost too many options!\"\n\n\"I know right? How're you supposed to decide? Heck, how're *We* Supposed to decide?\"\n_ _\n\n\"Mmm... What if, what if we think this through... Together, this is a... Rare opportunity, isn't it? So, why not leverage this in the best, most marvelous sort of fashion~?\" *The tired Trick'o'Light smiled, as did all the Trixies, and together they convened to hash out an appropriate contract to offer the Lord of Flies. It wasn't difficult to hear their chaotic chatter, though it was tiresome to make sense of everything they were saying. Ideas were proposed, altered, rehashed, and then scrapped altogether in swift succession until...* \n\n\"Our... Proposition! From us, to thee!\" *It was long, a contract written in glittering light and rainbow colours. But in short, it required those of Nefary's Nook to assist Savarii in their eccentric endeavors to acquire new \"Friends\", and for the Lord of Flies to give those of Nefary's Nook a dominion of their own... A colossal tower, filled full of ridiculous demands, each more nefariously worded than the last. One in particular stuck out to her though, \"Nefary gets to bang you.\"*\n\n*It wasn't clear which of them wrote that, or if any of them seriously intended to follow through on that request...*"
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "\"*Heh... Heheheh... Hehhhehehhhehehahahahahahahaaahhaa!!*\"\n \nA chorus of laughter starts emenating from the swarm of wasps, all of them deeply amused by the presentation of a contract. The one leading them develops an intrigued glimmer in their eye as they stare at the paper presented by the trixies. The wasp chatters its mandibles hungrily. \"Oh, aren't you showing some great initiative. Normally it is *I* Who has to write the contract, I *Do* Like it when mortals are so eager~\" She chirps in a teasing tone. \"Although it *Does* Take much of the whimsy out of the nature of dealing with gods, don't you think?~\"\n \nThe wasp steps forward with a sigh \"Well, I suppose if you propose the game, I suppose I should be sporting and play along. I hope you don't mind if I match your meticulous nature then~\" She says, her tone slightly threatening in nature. It seemed that, now that contracts and specific requirements were being put in play, Savarii was willing to treat the deal as if they were actually drafting up a written agreement. \"I never expected such creatures to be fond of such a dull game of revisions and legality, but it *Is* Entertaining if nothing else. Oh, but don't worry my dears, I won't *Dare* Alter your wishes. The heart wants what it wants, and we have both already agreed that our deal should accomplish the wish of the other. After all, I did promise to give you any wish, although that may not protect *Every* Aspect of the deal~\" She says, her voice languid and playful.\n \nA swarm of wasps speed towards the trixies and grab the contract, bringing it back to lead wasp, which would lean back almost as if it were reclining in an invisible throne. It would rest its head in its front leg in a rather human way as it started to read the contract. It seemed that she was only binding herself to not changing the trixie's wish, but with a contract being provided, everything else was seemingly on the cutting board. Already, it seemed that Savarii was the sort to bend any agreement and proposal and ambiguity in the deal.\n \n*However*...\n \nShe couldn't just upturn the entire contract however she wanted. While she had already bound herself to uphold Nefary's Nook's wishes, she couldn't lock them into a terrible deal they did not willingly agree to. She still required their signature and willing consent towards a deal, so she seemed to actually be rather conservative with any judgements and edits she was making. \"*Hmm... A dozen mortals... A determination of fate clause for any traitors...* Oh you daring little creatures, you're trying to write your own part of the deal too~ Oh, if you weren't so endearing, I may have just struck you down for that.\" The wasp chatters, looking up in a taunting and sing songy voice, a true juxtaposition to what could be seen as a threat and giving it a much more light-hearted tone. \"Unfortunately, we already agreed that I will grant you *Whatever you want*, not the means by which to earn it... That power still remains in my claws~\" She giggles. \"But I *Do* Respect the bravery, it earns you quite some points~\"\n\nThe wasp goes back to reading, looking over the clauses and nodding along \"*Oh my~ A personal spire,* Truly ambitious a desire. Well wished~\" She says with a smile. As she read, the antenna of the leading wasp tapped and traced across the contract, causing it to glow as it was imbued with both her power and made minor revisions to non-wish clauses. \"And well presented too~\" She coos, her mandibles chittering with interest. It seemed the Nefarys were quite skilled in covering many of their bases and ensuring they got what they desired.\n \n\"Although...\" She begins \"Personal towers of divine make aren't *Cheap* You know.\" She says with a *Tsk tsk*, tilting her head \"I'm not quite sure if a dozen mortals is enough to cover that. I will have to ask you to do just a *Bit* Better than that... How about... *There~* And that just leaves...\"\n \nThe wasp falls silent and leans in just a bit as they read the contract. If a bug could squint, this one definitely was. It fell silent for a good few moments as it read the final little adition made by one of the Nefarys. \"Nefary gets to... Gets to... *Oh my, you naughty little tricksters~*\" She coos, her mandibles chittering with overplayed excitement as the wasp released a sharp hiss. \"I didn't expect you to be so... Forward in your desires.\" Savarii goes back to reading it. \"This... *Appears* To be a wish clause, but...\"\n \nSavarii had to admit, the clause was worded rather ambiguously. While uncertainty and room for interpretation could only really give more benefit to the deity giving her power to the deal, it did... Pique her interest so to speak. While it surely was better in the long run to leave any and all rushed and uncertain clauses as is, her curiosity forced her to bite.\n \n\"This... This point here. '*Nefary gets to bang you'*. It does appear to be a wish, and the agreement was that I would grant any wish should you deliver satisfactory results, so I can not change it but... I *Would* Request some... *Elaboration* On what the clause's author's intentions here are exactly.\" The wasp murmurs before looking up at the Nefary's, looking amongst them to see if she could discern who exactly wrote that part in.\n \n\"Besides that, I do believe most of the requests and conditions of the contract are rather acceptable. I made a few *Minor* Changes to some non-wish related clauses, as is allowed to me by the nature of our deal... I *Did* Have to play ball after you presented a full contract, I hope I did not offend and make it too unacceptable for you.\" Savarii slurs, still fully aware that the trixies *Could* Choose to back out of the deal if she changed up their proposals too much. While she still held the power to determine the *Conditions* Of earning the wish, she had to admit the trixie's play was rather smart. They had set a bar as to what would be expected of them early, Savarii could surely negotiate higher, but every other proposal would be unfortunately compared to the standard of a dozen mortals of the Trixie's choosing. It was almost... *Amusing*, to be dealing with such competent mortals. It was *Exhilarating* To be engaged in a battle of wits with mortals so prepared for her tricks.\n\nThe wasp would hiss and the swarm of mosquitos would return the contract to Nefary, with only a few clauses slightly changed and moved around. However, right before she returns the contract, she tuts and turns to it. \"Hold on, let me just... Make it look more up to theme~*\" The wasp hisses, imbuing the contract with her divine energy and turning the paper into a stone tablet, into which the contract was etched in both Trick'o'Light speak as well as in Xerithid language. The stone tablet had a sickly, yellow glow to it, holding in Savarii's power which bound both herself and any who would sign it to the demands of the contract. Only the portion where the Trixies would sign their own names still remained paper, to better allow them to write.\n\n The changes could easily be seen and followed. The first edit was on clause one. 1) Nefary's Nook & Potential Partners will capture, coerce, and otherwise offer a minimum of ** Baker's dozen** Mortals to the god Savarii to do with as she pleases. Nefary's Nook & Potential Partners will offer whatever and whoever they wish to do so, as long as they're of sufficient intelligence and are otherwise deemed mostly intact and **Do not already belong to Savarii, the goddess of outcasts, gluttony and hiveminds, or any of her other forms or consciousnesses**. The second edit merely altered the punishment clause to specify \"If this is the case, then the individual(s) at fault will have their fate(s) decided later **By a representative of Savarii, the goddess of outcasts, gluttony and hiveminds, or any of her other forms or consciousnesses .**\n \nThese changes mostly signed Savarii's own name onto the most notable changes. While a lot of ambiguity often benefited her, she did notice the threat of not specifying her name. However, there were two additions which were much more notable. First, at the bottom of the clauses describing the spire, Savarii added a requirement.\n\n \"Every 840 cycles, or 5 years as defined by the commonly used Silly-Mahlios-Abrielle-Vivienne-Nachtober-Triticea-Wyrd-Ica, calendar at the time of the writing of this contract, the Trixies of Nefary's Nook or any of the inhabitants of their tower or representatives must provide a sacrifice tax of one sapient being that does not already belong to Savarii, the goddess of outcasts, gluttony and hiveminds, or any of her other forms or consciousnesses.\"\n \nAnd finally was one addition which was... A bit odd. Near clause 1b, which described the requirements for secrecy, Savarii actually *Relented* On the demands. The same terms remained the same, however instead there was an addition of one final clause. \"This regulation remains in place for so long as the Trixies are still collecting mortals for Savarii. Once their requirements under clause one are complete and one common year or 840 cycles has passed, they may reveal their actions, deal, involved parties and the context of the contract to any third parties of their choosing. However, they may not communicate in any way shape or form, or reveal the exact terms and conditions of the deal made with Savarii.\"\n\n The addition was a bit... Odd, taking away some power from Savarii and going rather easy on the trixies in terms of secrecy. It was hard to tell what her goal was here, perhaps merely an attempt to curry favour and give up something more to the trixies to increase their chances of accepting the contract. \"Well my dears, if there are no issues, all that's left is to *Shake on it~*\" Savarii would hiss. Assuming there were no issues or further changes, the contract would levitate above both the trixies and the swarm. The wasp's entire face would melt and crack open, from which a long, slender hand would extend towards Nefary. A wreathe of green flames and putrid veins would spread across the clawed hand reaching from the inside of the bug's head, opening its cracked palm to shake hands with the leading Nefary."
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"Oh but what could be *More* Amusing than us little ladies flipping the script~? Hm? Hmmmm~? Y'know, there's a lotta bragging rights behind getting a god to sign a deal you yourself have written!\"\n\n\"You can't you *Didn't* Get a kick outta it, yeah?\"\n\n\"It's funny! It's so very fucking funny! Isn't it~?\"\n\n\"Oh and not to worry, there's never a shortage of whimsy with us around... Heh.. Hehehehehhhh...\"\n\n*The Trixies were less amused by the contrast itself, than they were with toeing the ever more precarious line Savarii had set. They well understood the threat she posed, sure, yet there was something so subtly satisfactory about throwing the Lord of Flies for a loop. The game, evidently, was to keep her guessing. Though of course a written contract would serve to keep their interests in tact too, which of course would beg the question of what other tripe theatrics bore more tactful trickery... Regardless, they've now made their play.*\n\n\"Well, it can hardly be called dull if it's entertaining- no?\"\n\n*Now, the Lord of Flies would answer in kind.*\n\n*Nefary, the tired Trick'o'Light, shrugged upon being confronted with what was likely their most brazen move. Smiling slightly, as she shot Savarii an inquisitive look through her keen though baggy eyes. *\n\n\"..Well, it was worth a shot... Would've been quite a laugh had you agreed.\" *She was surprising honest about an attempt to short a god, though the true meaning of their mischief had already been made.* \"By all means, adjust as you see fit... Though alas, we're only mortal, and miniscule ones at that... Still, I suppose the bigger they're...\" \n\n\"The harder they squirm?\"\n\n\"The more the merrier?\" \n\n\"The fattier they taste?\"\n\n\"...Nevermind.\" *Nefary, the tired Trick'o'Light, sighed.* \n\n*The Trixies were quick to concur with Savarii's compliment, believing that they had indeed \"Wished well\". Here at least, there were little issues with what the Trixies wanted and what Savarii could provide.*\n_ _\n\n\"I know, right? I mean, you can't get much better than big fuckoff tower- y'know!\"\n\n\"Our ehm.. Nook, leaves much to be desired...\"\n\n\"What we sacrifice in subtly, we more than make up for with.. STYLE!\"\n\n*...Though their talk of a tower was cut short by Savarii's stuttering... Which seemed to pique the interests of Nefary, Nefary, Nefary, Nefary, and the others. Though they included quite a few outlandish clauses, none had expected the Lord of Flies to be so perturbed by one of their provisions. By the time Savarii thought to share her discovery, the Trixies were clambering to see what had so thoroughly shaken her.* \n\n. . .\n\n*The Trixies all similarly fell silent and leaned in by a hair to reread their contract. Nefary, Nefary, Nefary, Nefary, and the others all squinted and tilted their heads. Rereading the same five words a few times, and as a similar revelation dawned upon them... The Trixies were all abruptly taken aback.*\n\n\"...Huh?\"\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\n\"*Huh?*\"\n\n\"HUH-!?\"\n\n*Evidently, the Trixies were similarly stunned by this last sentence.* \n\n\"Wh... Who... When-? Wha.. Wha.. Why? What..? WHY!?\"\n\n\"..I... I mean, I kinda respect it?\"\n\n\"I don't know.. I mean, we hardly know her! Right now she's just a buncha bugs, I mean... I'm not judging. I think.\"\n\n\"In fairness, how many mortals can say they've banged a god?\"\n\n\"I for one would argue that, regardless of who you've fucked, if you gotta get them to sign a contract for it then that's sort of sad and pathetic. Like, assuming this is serious, whoever wrote that should be publicly humiliated.\" \n\n\"Yeah, at least take her to dinner first!\" \n\n*Nefary, the tired Trick'o'Light, was one of few Trick'o'Lights to not be speaking. She had her head buried in her hands, and looked a little agitated by the whole affair... Especially since it had gotten them wildly off topic.*\n_ _\n\n*Unfortunately, it was difficult to discern which Nefary was responsible for writing... That. Though all of the Trixies seemed awfully invested in this whole affair, and a few even looked flustered. Naturally, it wouldn't be long until someone started pointing fingers. For all of their tricks and theatrics, all of their whimsical wonders and wit, it would seem these creatures were not too dissimilar to teenage girls.*\n\n*...Which somehow made them more terrifying...*\n\n*Eventually though, the matter was brushed aside... For now, and Nefary, the tired Trick'o'Light forced them all to proceed with negotiations. Meticulously rereviewing the clauses they've created, and making note of any alterations from the Lord of Flies. For the most part, she deemed this arrangement to be... Satisfactory.*\n\n\"Hm...\" *Though it required a couple clarifications.* \"...For the most part this seems... Fine, though I would like to point out this right... Here.\" *She taps a finger against Savarii's stone, underlining \"Do not already belong to\" And \"Does not already belong to\" Respectively.* \"Would this necessitate each mortal to be unique, and of a different species? For the former this is doable, the latter however... May prove inconvenient long term. But aside from that, these terms are quite... Amicable... With our mutual interests.\" \n\n*Finally, assuming that Nefary's one and only concern was answered. She would shake Savarii's hand, though the girl had obviously never shaken anyone's hand before... So she simply poked and prodded at Savarii's while looking... Mildly uncomfortable. Like the very notion of physical contact with anyone was disturbing.*"
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "The wasp rubs its front legs together in an almost satisfied, ominous and plotting way as the mortals agree to the contract. An eldritch hiss escaped the wasp as her plans went off without a hitch, but a simple question from the leading Nefary concerning the contract. \n\nSeveral wasp with large, ornate wings moved to the contract and took hold of it, starting to glow and dissolve into the paper itself, seemingly infusing it with the goddess' divine magic as Savarii gave her answers, changing the fabric of the contract to go along with her response. When she spoke, her answer was paralleled within the contract too. \"There is no need to be so restrictive, for I accept many in the Halls of the Lord of the Flies. Yet I request individuals who I do not already have easy access to. My own worshippers, creations or beings that are to be sacrificed to me do not help me. I already have plenty access to my own Xerithids or cultists, and there is no benefit in having you steal from me only to return it.\" Savarii explains, the clawed and blazing hand in the face of the wasp seeming to move and twitch almost like how somebody's hands would move during explanation, swaying back and forth. \n\n\"I merely ask that every soul and mortal you acquire be on top of what *I*, the Lord of the Flies, already own.\" The head wasp coos as the remaining ones finish merging and melting into the contract, a final puff of noxious green smoke blowing out of the contract once the amendments were finished. \n\nUpon Nefary's acceptance, a macabre laugh could be heard from the wasp. It was not a pleasant sound, wasps were not made to laugh or show their amusement, and it bore a macabre sense of foreboding with it. \"I am nothing if not gracious to those who serve me. I would pluck the stars from the sky as gifts if one's work and character demanded it. Perhaps if this deal goes fruitfully, you will all be amenable to be called upon again.\"\n\nThe wasp lets out its terrible chuckle once again \"I don't believe I've yet had the pleasure of adding creatures of *Your* Kind to my family, but I digress...~\" \n\n\nThe leading wasp queen finally steps forwards once again, the freezing inferno and runes on the arm growing from its face growing brighter. \n\n\"Trixies of Nefary's Nook, by shaking my hand you and your peers accept the terms of our deal enter a contract bound by my magic. If you have any amendments to make, now will be your last and only chance.\" The hand outstretched towards the leading Nefary as plumes of the similar green flames started to encircle all the other Nefary's bringing them into the contract as well, should it be accepted. The flames were freezing cold, brushing a bitter, frigid air unto the trixies. One could feel the presence of the divine magick in their very soul, grasping and clawing at it with intent, as if etching the very words of the contract into their immortal spirit. \n\n\"*Do we have a deal?~*\""
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"author": "netherbats",
"message": "\"..Hm...\" *Nefary, the tired Trick'o'Light, narrowed her eyes toward the great and terrible contract laid out before them. She carefully studied the terms and conditions of their arrangement, considering any potential avenues to further their gains while simultaneously diminishing their end of the bargain. She was none too thrilled about sacrificing someone to a self proclaimed Lord of Flies, and apart of her thought of amending that term of their arrangement.. However... Nefary suspected that there was a limit to how far they could push Savarii's patience. Trying to so brazenly circumvent a clause of their contract so soon was a risk not worth taking, not yet at least.* \"Mmm.. I... Suppose this is of... Adequate interest, good enough.. I guess.\" \n\n*She yawned, and flashed a sly smile at Savarii.* \n\n\"...Though wouldn't it be oh so very funny if we were to- drop the deal? After all this effort? What a laugh that'd be, what a laugh... Oh but alas, this could actually be interesting...\" *She shrugs, and seems almost disappointed that she couldn't do what she had just suggested.* \"Very well then, we'll see where this goes...\"\n\n*Once the final terms of their contract were realized, the Trixies of Nefary's Nook were willing to strike a deal with the devil... Or at least a swarm of increasingly sinister sounding wasps.. Which was arguably worse.*\n\n\"Oohohohohohooo~! Ohhh... We're going to have a huge, kickass tower! Oh it'll be splendid~!\"\n\n\"Heh.. Hehhe.. Oh it shall for sure stick it to those CUNTS in Cryselysia!\"\n\n\"I'm going to get fucking HAMMERED! Who's with me!?\"\n\n\"AYE! A-AYE.. ME! MEMEMEMEMEMEEEE~!\"\n_ _\n\n*Nefary, the tired Trick'o'Light, watched as everyone else was already celebrating their admittedly amenable bargain. Unfortunately for her, she somehow was stuck with hashing and actually agreeing to their.. Arrangement. She sighs, and looks back to Savarii.. Who offered to her an outstretched hand, a terribly harrowing thing that made Nefary's heart throb. For awhile she eyed the God's gesture, and grew increasingly more disgusted by the prospect of actually touching someone.. Alas... It had to be done.*\n\n\"...I.. I guess.. Eghh..\" \n\n*Nefary warily eyed her hand, narrowing her gaze and shaking in her skin.*\n\n\"..But... If I shake your hand... I never want to touch you again, least of all for another one of... *These*.\"\n\n*Nefary nervously laid a finger upon Savarii's hand, hesitating, before pressing her thumb at the back of her hand. \"Shaking\" Savarii's hand in a way that made clear that she'd never shook anyone's hand before.*\n\n*This was likely the first time in a long time that she's made any prolonged contact with anyone.*"
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"author": "roritios",
"message": "\"Oh, dropping the deal is within your prerogative. That's why I asked. Just trying to make sure you're all on board, my sweet darlings~\"Savarii slurs coyly, seeming to identify the threat as more of an attempt to get a rise out of her or bother her. The 'ifs' and 'buts' presented might have been an amusing joke or a power play, but treating it as a joke and brushing it away was likely the best move anyway. Giving no notable reaction to a prank was definitely one way to suck the joy out of it. \n\n\"I'm sure that if I wanted, I could find other mortals elsewhere who wouldn't ask for a tower. But, you all seem fun to keep around, it would be... *Disappointing~*\" Savarii adds, finishing off with a slight compliment to the trixies. She smirks as she notices the others celebrating, giving her more than enough confirmation they would fully move ahead with the plan. \n\nAs the tired Nefary eyed her and made her comment, the wasp shivered and twitched in both delight and mock offence. \"Oh dear, my dear Nefary, you hurt me~ What's a little contact between friends? Surely my presence doesn't *Offend* In any way?\"She teases, the wings of the wasp buzzing with excitement. Quickly brushing it off and moving on, the wasp continues \"Well at least that rules *You* Out as the author of that last line of the contract, *What a shame~*!Oh well, I'm sure we can find some other option if we ever come to another agreement~\" She chirps with a chilly sweetness. \n\nAs Nefary touches the hand, Savarii's face hand wraps around hers. Her skin was smooth... *Too smooth*, lacking none of the folds, friction wrinkles or porous texture that skin had. The skin was freezing, beyond the chill of death, yet the energy exhaling from it was warm and prickly.\n\nAs the two hands touched and Savarii's claws curled in, the glowing black and green flames and runes spread down the flesh of Savarii's hand and start to propagate over Nefary's own hand, leaving a hollow, stabbing heat as it spread like a virus.\n\nThe flames would swirl around the two clasping hands, encircling Nefary. Runes and sigils would shine bright underneath each nearby Nefary. Green lights spread across the tree like fireworks as each trixie was caught in the deal's magic. Green flames arose from each sigil and bathed the trixies in the hollow, freezing heat. Cold like a corpse and yet burning like flames, yet never causing full tormenting pain or damage. \n\nThe contract would light up in a green fire that, instead of emanating light, seemed to ensnare it and devour it. Runes and sigils in xerithid tongue appeared around it, matching what had been written by the other trixies. \n\nThen, within but a few moments, the flames would vanish into a puff of smoke... And Savarii would pull her hand back. The fire and sigils were gone, the only visible change and indication that all of that had happened was the contract, which was now hovering and glowing in a menacing glow. \n\n\"*Goooooood~*\" Savarii hisses, her hand pulling back into her face before the wasp face reappears. \n\n\"And thus, the deal is struck~\" She hisses with a bow."
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