Robert
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

"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.

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

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."

"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?"
Mark
*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*
"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."

*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*

"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."
Robert
"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."

"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
Cindy
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.

"I am gladdened by our peculiarity. The strangeness gives beauty and purpose. You are a beautiful strangeness"

They further turn their mind to time and beginnings.
Daniel
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.

Confusion 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.
Nadine
Upon that comment, Nareau could see the visible parts of Silph's face blush.

"You too are of a most delightful peculiarity" Silph said at barely a whisper. 

Silph straightened herself and cleared her throat.

"Why don't we move from this branch and explore more of creation, dearest Nareau?"
Cindy
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.

"That would be pleasant. We will explore the roots below then, dearest Silph."

They 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.
Matthew
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.
 "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."

Mr 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.

"Must everyone be brought into a pack or could there be lone wolves- so to speak? Or would that pose an... Unacceptable risk."
Mark
*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*

"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."

*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*

"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."

*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*

"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."
Matthew
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.
"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."
Mr 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.
"Hm, not the best company but not the worst I suppose. Enough philosophising though."
The original Mr Bones tossed his copy backwards, well beyond where Gaia's branches would catch it. 
"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?"
Tony
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.

Yet 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.

Yet 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.

All 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.
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"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.

Why 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.

"We are still too full." The right said in a faraway tone.

"We should be more." The left idly agreed.

And then there were four. Then eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, and even more.

Only 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.

The 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.

He 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.

With 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.
Mark
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.

On 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.

In 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.

"I'm going to go explore. You should continue to make new friends." A simple and innocent thought from the inky black Para.

"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.

Then 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.

"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.

As 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.
Laura
"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?*
"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.*
"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..*
"*Ak soti nan dezòd la.. Dezód..* Dezód. I like that, I'm using that. You got something you're calling yourself?"
Sean
*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.*
*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.*
*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"
*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.*
Laura
*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'.*
"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.*
"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.*
Sean
"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!*
*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.*
"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-"
*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.*
*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.*

*Finally, it reaches Ayame after which it uses its snout to nuzzle against the much smaller catgirl figure.*
Laura
*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..*
*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.*
"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.*
"Neat, this thing is like you. Almost, anyway, you're better. You can actually talk."
Sean
*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.*

"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.*
"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..." 
*Ayame continues, stretching her arms in the air before leaning back into a cushion of fluff.*
"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!"

*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.*
Laura
*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?*
"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.*
"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.*
"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.*
Sean
*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.*

*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.*

*Having reached some distance eastwards of the tree, Fluffy now seems to wait for Dezód's next move.*

```RP will be moved to somewhere in the East-Realms
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Beverly
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...

"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.
Daniel
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? 

"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.
Beverly
"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.
Sean
*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.*
"Hmm? Oh, I'm back here again... Strange."
*She said to herself, before lifting her right arm and moving it slowly from left to right in a wave.*
"Uh, hii!"
*She greeted groggily.*
Daniel
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. 

Perking 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.
Beverly
"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.

"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?"
Sean
"Ah, cool... Hi, Lulu, Hi, Vivi. I guess my name is Ayame."
*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.*
"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."
Daniel
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. 

Lulu 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.
Beverly
"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. 

*"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."* 

"One~." Lulu's shadow moved on its own, bending and forming a shade of Vivienne.

"Two~." The second shade sang, leaning over from Ayame's shadow and waving at the first.

*"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~."*
Sean
"Oh, Fluffy's my pet-"
*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.*
"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?"
*The cat now turned her head towards the only other visible deity in the room, the rainbow colored one.*
"Or... Maybe you would like to sleep with us too? Could be nice. Naps feel good... I think."
*Ayame says in the same monotone voice she kept during the entire conversation.*
Daniel
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. 

"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.
Mark
*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*

"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?"

*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*

"How interesting, is it intrinsically you? Or something different?"

*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*

"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."
Beverly
*"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. 

A 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.
Sean
"Wooooh... That's weird. I'm awake somewhere else and both asleep and awake at the same time..."
*The catgirl stated as she found herself in the environment that Vivi had just created.*
"So this is a dream? What if I went to sleep here? Would I dream inside a dream?"
*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.*
Matthew
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."
Every bone in the god's form began to vibrate, creating a low, quiet hum. 
"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."
Daniel
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.
Mark
*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*

"Are you alright? That looked painful."

*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*

"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?"
Matthew
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.
Mark
*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*
Beverly
"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."

Vivienne 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.*