Dale
*Melancholia was scrutinized as she spoke, the crystal catboy looking at her intently as she laid out her take on the motivations of Edon. When she was done, he simply nodded and gestured at the seat she had wandered over from.*

"Thank you for this intelligence. Please be careful with your passenger on the way back to your seat. Kin."

*Rav'nixander began to speak when Xanthos burst in, said that they were the only one capable of fighting Edon and then left. There was a pause of silence in the aftermath before Rav chose to speak up again.*

"Barring that. *Underestimation*. Of what we are capable of here. I believe our current best option is containment. By reducing the harm he poses while allowing interaction with gods trusted by this council. Perhaps we can mitigate damage to the god's mental state. Or at the very least acquire the knowledge to derive a more permanent solution. If there are no well-reasoned objections. I would like to propose the structuring of this containment."
Lynn
Adira was listening to Rav'nixander just as Xanthous decided to show up. She narrowed her eyes at him, as the self-proclaimed king of gods started to call them all useless. Adira already did not like him; he was like a poison. It mattered not. Adira would cleanse him in due time. Once Xanthous had left rather dramatically, Adira cleared her throat. "I suppose that Gods cannot be kings, can they?" Adira asked, her child-like voice making it all the more innocent. While Xanthous seemed like an... Interesting God, she was not sure which category he entered into with Onesifi's categories.

Adira frowned inwardly to herself. Patience. Everyone was connected in some way; that was the beauty of Karma. First, to tackle the problem at hand. "Well, having a demi-plane prison is all well and good-" Adira snapped her fingers, and a miniature worm made out of water appeared in front of Rav'nixander(adapted from frequent mentions of gods calling him a 'worm' and "Pest", not that it was what he actually looked like). "But how do you propose we capture him? If he fought nearly a dozen Gods and lived to tell the tale, how will we catch him? We need a strategy, a plan of attack. If what the arrogant God said is true, then what way will he come at us next? Where even *Is* He?" 

The worm then shifted into many undecipherable shapes, one after the other; blobs of water being manipulated. "And I also have no doubt that there is more to him than meets the eye..."
Willard
Alas, the Archfiend's cause didn't inspire the kind of fierce support that she'd hoped it might. For all that this meeting was supposedly an attempt at cooperation, the gods were still afraid—not just of Edon, and of risking their sorry hides in an actual fight, but of *Commitment.* Everyone wanted to play at civility and claim they were on the same side, but the moment she proposed the idea of an actual binding vow, suddenly they all shied away.

*As We thought. The only way to truly unite this cowardly rabble will be by force.*

"Ah well," She said aloud, without ever dropping her smile. "It seems to Us that if the enemy does have allies, then the binding oaths of a pantheon would be the *Best* Way to determine who can be trusted. But We understand your fears. Conflict is not an easy thing, and some of you are yet quite... Inexperienced." Little wonder Edon had been able to fight so many of them off, if this was all the fire they could muster. She was half-considering just taking on the rogue god herself to set an example...

...And half-wondering if he might not make a more valuable asset, given his evident willingness to *Act* With decisive and deadly intent.

Fortunately, a new opportunity had just presented itself. At Adria's questions, she couldn't help but let out a wicked little giggle. "Oh, We know *Exactly* Where he is, darling!" A snap of her fingers, and she'd manifested a view of the gathering of gods at  where Edon had just appeared. "Look! The bulk of his divinity lies before your very eyes. We can end his threat this very instant, if we all work together... Or would our dear Mister R prefer to *Investigate* For a few more years, hmm?"
David
Drink from the milk of the sirens. Drowning the sailors in town. Straggling the fear of deciding which ones deserve to drown... 

She was pretty late to the party. Her four eyes were blinking from the left and right. She didn't actually know where she was going, after all, she was a newbie. Engraved in her memory the harm she had felt. All of her siblings were here. Or at least most of them, most of them were here. She poked her head inside the hall and looked around just to find a water clock. She has never been here before... She just interrupted, smiling gently and just standing besides her siblings who were talking.

The woman waved gently as she flapped her wings with ease, and suddenly a voice screamed her name.

**Xantara, Goddess of Love, Fertility, and Motherhood.**

She actually didn't know what was going on.. So she got a little startled at first. She walked in, wearing a pretty white gown. She smiled gently and waved at everyone. Xantara was completely pink, and her four eyes looked from side to side.

"I am sorry for being so late..." She apologized. She blinked and fixed her gown. "Also... I am so sorry... What was this party about...?" Xantara said a little confused with a little bit of arrogance in her voice.