Janet
Soldr was in one of the gardens surrounding Gaia, lazily lounging on the empty air as if it was a big comfy couch. He was on his side, head resting on his fist while he lazed about, big black dragon wings lazily lapping at the air. 

Soldr was in human form, but even that was evocative of his serpentine dragonlike true form. He was a tall man with a powerful build covered in sleek muscle built from years living by hunting and fighting. A large collection of scars covered his body, with several slash mars covering his burly arms. A giant scar essentially covered the left side of his torso, as if some great beast had taken a bite out of it. Like usual, he was dressed like some kind of barbarian, with a fur loincloth and a necklace made of polished fangs from various beasts he'd fought.

During his adventures in mortal form, he'd gotten bored just hiking around. Additionally, it had occurred to him that nobody had really tried making new magic schools. He liked Majesty, but she was tricky and he figured somebody should actually try it to ensure that it wored. So Soldr had gone into Deity Mode and formed a message in the sky.

**HEY! WANT TO MAKE A MAGIC SCHOOL?**
**MEET ME IN THE GARDENS!**

To mark his location, Soldr had conjured a metal brazier before him. It brimmed with bright orange flames that stretched far into the sky, visible from miles around. Soldr had decided to wait a few days, then leave if nobody showed up and consider his obligations fulfilled. For a deity, it was essentially as long as perhaps a nice power nap.
Raul
"'*Want to make a magic school? Meet me in the gardens'* Now that sounds like the start to a pyramid scheme if I've ever heard one. I didn't know we had a god of scams and multilevel marketing schemes..." Savarii's coy voice could be heard soon after, the goddess having appeared soon after the call was put out. Her voice was heard long before her form itself took shape, however her divinity could definitely be sensed as a swarm of insects started to crawl off of the tree of Gaia, crawling out from its various nooks and crannies and starting to swirl around the area. The insects would begin to coalesce into a point above Soldr before limbs, guts and bones seemed to jut out from the writhing, black swarms. A large intestine, liver and bladder hung limply from the swarm on bloodied ropes of guts, spider string and blood veins. During the same time, a rib cage emerged from the insects before it was snapped onto a spine, which then attached to hips and a pelvis. As the torso formed, the guts were rearranged back into place as tapeworms wrapped themselves around the skeleton and started to melt to form the fibres of muscle. Savarii's head would snap onto place before bright lights within her skull ignited to form her eyes. Her body quickly materialized from the swarm before, finally, the remaining insects landed on her exposed muscles and guts and started to melt to form her flesh, chitinous armour and tentacles of leech like "Hair". As the final touches were being added, Savarii gracefully lowered herself to the ground, a humanoid leg in a black, chitinous high heel clacking on the floor elegantly.

"Frankly, darling... If you wanted to set up a more sensationalist advertisement, I'd have said 'Want to get wealthier than Gaia within the month?' or 'Is your divine weapon not performing as well as it used to? Try these three tricks!'" Savarii calls out, her voice taking on the tone of an over eager advertiser trying to catch people's attention. Her odd introduction and giggling, while probably nonsensical to Soldr, was spoken with such confidence that she clearly seemed to find some humour in it. Savarii's paranoid nature already made her suspect that an invitation for "FREE MAGIC" Was the equivalent of a divine pop up ad... If she even knew what a computer and Trojan virus was. However, such a sudden offer did catch her interest... And Savarii, despite being cautious and thinking many of her own plans through, did find enjoyment in breaking up the monotonous with more ludicrous, irrational decisions. Worst case scenario, she got ambushed by some random god trying to scam her, best case scenario... *Magic.* Both equally amusing options to the Goddess of Outcasts. As such, she was already poking fun at the out of nowhere invitation Soldr had created and the suspicious way it was worded. If he was here to mug her in his "Trap", she found it only more hilarious to goad him on. If he really *Was* Offering free magic like he said, well poking fun at his suspicious method of sending the message was still something she would do.

"So now that I fell for your little trick here and showed up, what's the *Real* Plan... Are you going to mug me? Take me hostage for ransom? Demand my personal information? Tell me 'Nono this really is a real opportunity for free magic with no strings attached, it's not a scam I swear!'" She says with a *Tsk*. The goddess steps forwards towards Soldr. "I find it hard to believe you're just... *Offering to make magic for total strangers* Without asking for something in return." Savarii whispers, her tone was sweet and honeyed even with her appearance immediately heralding in mistrust and an ambiance of wrongness with how she acted. The young deity's mind was unable to comprehend angles and motivations beyond personal gain and immediate emotional drive. In her mind, everything people did was possible to be part of some grand master plan or long term scheme or a psychological failing and impulse. As such most generosity and help was taken with suspicion and skepticism from the goddess.
Porsha
A few moments after Savarii formed, a swirl of black smoke seemed to trail behind her only stopping just behind her two twist and seemingly take shape and form. It was Sinrael in her true form with it's pale skin and slender arms. Her long fingers wrapped around Savarii's shoulders as Sinrael floated behind her, leaning into beside the typical ear location and speaking with excitement and whimsy. 

"No no noooo sister Savarii, smell him! He wreaks of boredom... His emotions, he worries that there is nothing better to do." She gave a chuckle and seemed to vanish in a flurry of smoke only to reappear in the gardens beside Soldr, leaning in next to him. Inhaling deeply. 

"He does not wreak of lies... Though I am interested in what he has to say about the process of making schools of magic? Magic is such a... Fascinating concept, Sickened sister!" She moved like smoke away from the man before giving an odd curtsy, the sound of bones crackling as she moved for a moment. 

The lower body of her, currently made of smokes and clouds of black finally solidified into her legs only one of which visible, her bare feet touching the ground of the gardens. Her razor toothed smile wide and apparent. She gives Savarii a wave and then turns back to their host. 

"I am Sinrael, of Discord, Strife and Fear. Please do tell us of what may or may not be possible because I have a woooonderful idea!"
Mary
Tipota had been patrolling the western realms observing the gods and their doings, he had also been watching the Yggdrasil and its happenings. Until something caught his eye, a Deity flying up into the skies to construct a precise message. The message seemed to be very enthusiastic and the Deity was not dressed for battle so Tipota took it as a friendly invitation... Quickly scouting the area he was to appear he decided he would go... Magic sounds useful... 
In a small fraction of a millisecond, Tipota flew into the scene. The sound barrier was not broken but shattered as he landed. He looks around to see other gods, some he has met, some he hasn't met, and a dark gloomy figure that looked like Edon's visible personality.
"Greetings siblings, I am Tipota, God of Thought and The Planes of Matter. I am here for the magic school creation. Oh, Hello Savarii..." Tipota didn't *Dislike* Savarii but... He didn't quite enjoy her presence and the smell of rotting flesh and rotten ideas... The others looked good enough...
Celia
'Hmmm, Magic... School?' TSU had heard what sentients called magic, but didn't know could make her own set?? Whoa such is quite quaint.

Ooo... Many siblings again... Such must be nice to have a magic school? Ooo there's the sports peep and the... Insect sibling? How do I know her...? Ooo there's the sibling that like taking samples of stuff~ I don't think I've seen the other sibling here though... Maybe I shall greet? 

Maybe I shall go in my first form~ such was very pretty... But tall...

"Hi~" TSU announced herself from behind a tree. "We can make our own magic stuff? Like for other's sentients to use as well as ours? Is such really so~?"
Janet
Soldr didn't bat an eyelash at Savarii materializing in a pile of viscera above him, though he did slowly float a bit to the left so she wouldn't start dripping on him. As she began to speak, he pulled himself into a sitting position, arm draped over his knee while regarded her. Clearly this was a man who had seen some shit: In addition to his many scars, he seemed completely unbothered by Savarii's disturbing entrance and appearance. She was right, Soldr had indeed kind of half-assed the marketing for this little ritual by god standards. He had done it less out of enthusiasm and mostly because he felt he had an obligation to do it. Still, Savarii would see a slight smile cross his lips as he looked upon her, intrigued that anyone had shown up at all.

"No tricks." Soldr said with a lazy wave of his hand. He was from a barbarian tribe in a vaguely medieval culture, so her allusions to clickbait were completely incomprehensible to him. "What would I even con you out of? We're gods, I can just make anything I want." He shook his head. He was going to continue, but then Sinrael materialized out of thin air. Still, he continued his thought after the Weaver voiced her objection.

"It's something that I agreed to do at the original magic ritual." Soldr told Savarii. "So it's not *Just* Because I'm bored." He told Sinrael with a slight pout.

"Nice to meet you, Tipota." Soldr told him. When TSU arrived, his face cracked into a grin. She was a familiar face, the two of them occasionally playing basketball together.

"Hey! TSU, good to see you!" He said, and if she was willing, he'd greet her like most of his friends and give her a big bear hug.

"Let's get this started. I'm Soldr, the God of Destruction." He said, introducing himself. He held out his hand, and a sword of brilliant orange energy winked into existence in his grasp. It was like he had plucked the sun from the sky itself and warped it into a longsword.

"Making magic is easy, but you need someone who was at the original ritual." Soldr said. "Like yours truly." He turned the sword in his hand so he was holding it upside-down, and then stabbed it ito the air. The blade sunk in as if he'd thrusted it into reality itself. When he slid the blade out, a little hole was torn in the air, shining with pure magical energy.

"Just reach in and connect to it." Soldr told them. "The rules for magic are... Uhh..." Soldr seemed to take a bit to remember.



"You can make your magic school right now when you make the connection to The Throne, or just do the connection now and make your school later." He let go of the sword, and it discorporated in a shower of orange sparks. With that, Soldr returned to lounging in the air.

"That should do it for introductions. Who wants to go first?" He asked, looking over the assembled gods.

```oh also here's the doc we used to put together all the magic schools we originally made```
Porsha
Giddily as if she were a child, Sinrael floated over the wound in reality and reached into it with both hands, going elbow deep, sending spirals of her black smoke from her lips onto her arms and through the breach to connect her to this throne that was mentioned. 

"Like so?" She gave a chuckle for a split second and pulled her arms out from within. Next her slender hands went oh so close to one another, palms flat but never touching and slowly she pulled her hands apart while connecting her thumb and index fingers together causing a magical thread to spread from fingertip to fingertip. 

"My magic shall be the magics of emotion and control... To manipulate and make malleable the wills and feelings of those it is used against..." She smiled wider and began to rub her tongue against one of her razor teeth, before continuing her explenation of how it works. 

"Fuel, Intention, and Willpower. A spell example! Perfect... Hmmm.." She pondered for a moment and wrapped the magical thread around her index finger a few times before pulling whatever thread was left taught and tight. 

"Let's say a witch gathers a few strands of hair from her target... She then wraps them around her finger like so, fueling the spell with both the hair she has stolen and the foul emotions she feels... Her intentions? For her foe to stop and be held, to halt. And so by pushing the energies of her emotions and linking them with the residual energies of her foes hair... The moment she pulls the hair taught and tight, he is immobilized. Paralyzed by magic... That is her intention." She gave a resounding cackle at the excitement of her idea. Then another came to her mind, one that conjured more laughter from her. 

"Oooh! Another. Say you wish to bend your foe to their knees? Well... With a few well done hand gestures, control over one's emotions and energies and a perfectly timed joke... No matter how foul the humor... Cast it upon your target and speak your joke as the seal of the spell and for a short time they shall fall to their knees in hideous laughter!" She did another mermaid like backflip in place and spun for a second, her energy a bit wild and erratic. 

"They shall draw upon magic and the gifts of emotions to manipulate the feelings of others. Perhaps the caster must feel an emotion for them to perform certain spells on foes... One must feel fear to cast a spell of fear, causing their foe to flee as much as they can for a short time... Or they must feel charm, confidence or even love to enchant and charm someone for a while. Oh the possibilities are endless!" 

She then floated back to her host and tilted her head, leaning closer to him for a moment. "Does that sound about right?"
Raul
The Hive-Goddess smiles as Soldr questions what he would even get from mugging her "I don't know~" She says with a giggle "I was hoping you would tell me, I hardly expected you to be *Honest* My darling~" She coos. "But, I'm not unfond of this development, perhaps the truth is much more tempting than a malevolent scheme or deception. I'm glad to make your acquaintance my dear Soldr, God of Destruction. I am Savarii, Hive-Goddess of Outcasts, Hiveminds and Gluttony~" She says, bowing down low.

Savarii turns to Sinrael as Soldr makes his own comments. "*Tsk* For shame~" She coos, her tone sarcastic and playful, making a show out of "Chastizing" Sinrael's guess as to Soldr's motivation, despite doing the same thing herself before. It was very clear that her reproach was false and an eccentric act just for her own amusement and held little to no weight, being completely sarcastic "You might insult him, he's not *Only* Bored, he says. Don't assume he's so impulsive to not have *Any* Plan with so much certainty, you might hurt the feelings of our magical benefactor. I would personally be *Quite* Offended if you told me I was incapable of lying. Nobody's honest enough to completely wash off the scent of lies~" She says, her massive mouth turning into a teasing smirk. "I can do enough assumptions for the both of us dear sister." She assures the goddess of fear before turning to the task at hand. Since she had appeared with a more human lower half, she elegantly makes her way forwards, her chitinous, toothed high heels clicking at the ground as she drifted more towards the centre of the gathering. She turns to Tipota and waves at him dismissively, registering his... Less than enthusiastic greeting and still recalling his quick disappearance from her own realm. 

"Oh hello Tapioca..." She says, her tone becoming ever more so dry than before, but never fully losing its playful and overly sweet and friendly quality as she so obviously got the name wrong.

"God of Thot and Planes that Don't Matter, correct?" She coos sweetly, her smile revealing her sharp teeth as her eyes turn towards Tipota and stare at him with a certain hunger for *Much* Too long before turning back to everybody else. She watches as Soldr cleaves through reality itself and Sinrael rushes to be the first from this group to make magic, Savarii watches silently with a smile on her face as her sister makes her spectacle. Finally, Savarii would clap her hands joyfully once Sinrael was done. "*Oooh, how glorious~*" She says "Very creative my dear sister, I *Love* The idea. Very fitting~" She coos like a proud parent before she makes her way to the rift as well, her eyes shimmering with an ominous and devious hunger. 

"Sacrifice... Yes, I wouldn't have it any other way~" She hisses joyfully. "Power is only fun when you work for it, why give it to those who don't have the guts to do what it takes? Expression... A depiction of what makes one stand out... Runes, writing, yes... Magic should not be bottlenecked." Savarii seemed lost in her own philosophizing, staring into the rift at first, merely looking into the wound in reality itself. The goddess, despite her divine origins, was fascinated by all the sights and sounds and concepts that clashed with the physical, mortal realm and the powers that were so closely tied to the gods. Her eyes stared deep into the rift before, and without a second's warning, she snaps into action. Her many limbs snap out and wrap around the edges of the rift, as if stretching it out further as she lifts herself directly above the rift itself, basking in the magical energy that emanated from within. She lets out a loud, gleeful laugh.

"OOOH! THIS FEELS *MAGNIFICENT!*" She squeals, her limbs extending outwards as she lifted herself further up above the rift and several more bug-like limbs sprouted out of her body before *Stabbing* Themselves into the rift.

Her many limbs on the edge kept wrapping around tightly, trying to force it open as if fearing that the rift would try to close any second and deny her the chance to create her magic. It was an odd fear to have, but being a goddess of outcasts meant the possibility of rejection, even from a thoughtless, all-powerful rift in matter itself, was nagging in the back of her mind. Hundreds of insects swarmed from within Savarii's flesh, from underneath her chitinous armour and her very pores and tear ducts and started travelling down her body and into the realm itself. "*THIS IS SOOOO FUNNN!!!!!!* **OH MY ME, THIS IS AMAZING!!**" She screams, almost like a little girl. Her humanoid legs which were now hovering up off the ground due to how she had perched herself above the rift were kicking out gleefully. The swarm that made up of pieces of Savarii crawled all the way into the rift, dispersing into it with distorted hissing and buzzing sounds. "YES!!! YESS!! *YEEESSS!!!* BY GAIA YES!" Any and all pretense of grace and moderation that the goddess had before had disappeared as she obsessed over this single moment with a bit *Too* Much glee. 

Just as quick as she started connecting herself to The Throne, she stopped, her limbs twitching and snapping to the side to send her hopping back down onto solid ground, causing a loud *Click* To sound across the gardens as her heels snap against the floor. "*Ahem*... Ok, I think I'm done." She mutters shyly "That was alright, ummm... Could've been a bit better you know." She says, elegantly smoothing out the wrinkles on her dress as she pretends her brief moment of pure insanity hadn't even happened. "Pretty fun, pretty fun..." She says with a *Tsk*, looking away and not making eye contact with anybody else, playing down whatever the fuck she had just done.

She seemed hesitant to step back from the rift at first, as if wanting to do all of that again, but with a bit of an internal struggle, she stepped aside and let whoever was next take their turn. "Your turn." She says, acting a bit *Too* Normal for Savarii, seeming a bit embarrassed at how she had let herself go like that. She enjoyed being disquieting and acting insane to put people off and disarm them, but she rarely had it happen so naturally.
Celia
Why is the bug sibling seem so familiar... Like how do I know her...? Also where are those selfs... I haven't heard them? Maybe I should look for them...

'Ooo Soldr is here~' TSU thought as she waved to him. Though why was he coming so close? "Wha- Soldr don't come that close-!" If he did continue with the hug her skin would get mushy, isn't of burning it'd be more of a scalp like thing... 'hopefully that isn't bad for him... My other's would have just frozen themselves and given frostbite or something...'

"They need a price...? Just that? So like hunting... I could work with that~ though what is... The Throne... Ooo a cultural thing?" She asked
Mary
Tipota watched as the interactions occured until... *Savarii*, he scoffs, "Well hello Goddess of Bugs and Rotten Flesh." Tipota thinks about this... Throne, he walks up and extends his hands to fly in and... Grab the... Energy? It connects, a strange sensation appears as many powers are revealed. "I truly could not know what caused you to over react in such a manner, this is not very *Sensational*" Tipota then went through his Divine mind and slowly built up their Magic... It was to be seen the effectiveness and efficiency of what they had just created...
Janet
"Nice to meet you too, Savarii."

Soldr lazily watched as the other gods created their magical schools. His mortals didn't use much magic, though, so he personally didn't have much stake in what they did. When Sinrael stuck her arm in the hole he'd made, Soldr nodded.

"Yeah, and now you define how it gets used through your school." He told her. When she asked him if her magic sounded right, he merely offered a shrug.

"It's your magic." He said, waving his hand. "Do what you want with it, you don't need my approval." He watched the others create their magic, then turned to TSU.

"The Throne is Majesty's demiplane. It's where magic comes from. Are you going to make magic or are you just here to watch?" He asked, smirking. The others had finished and were free to go or stick around.
Celia
'Hmm so it's my own? No need for approval? Maybe if so I shall think on how it may be~'

Maybe~ maybe~ with all the heat used around many tasks can be used~ Ooo maybe such be source? And with the energy around can be used to move without causing heat? Or if heat is intended it can be used to further the act? But if no heat nearby... Maybe use something like a food? Maybe stuff like an abundance can be used~ But if none even that? Maybe one's body? Maybe such be a last resort... But it be cost still~

"Maybe mine could be using the heat or maybe in more direct way foods and stuff with energy, even certain rocks have lots of energy, though most have little~ but in pinch one could use themselves~ though only a big push most might get from using themselves... Or at least mine would... Though with heat one could make a tide, though not as big as a storm~ though most of my siblings don't have as much heat as I do in their realm... So maybe most would use stuff like coal? They have lots of energy in them~ Ooo my Magica and Magics could also be used with such...? Yes they have much energy~ though not directed without this magic I make? Yes this magic directs either passive or active energy nearby to make movement~ but how will they direct? Ooo hand movements? Yes~ with their hands they shall tell the magic where to go~" TSU rambled.
Mary
Tipota looked around and said "Goodbye siblings, I hope to meet again, maybe we can get to know each other some time!" Tipota thought 'other than sherbet God of rotten flesh and mosquitoes... ' before quickly teleporting away, leaving some ' *Cosmic purple* ' dust behind which surrounded a 'business card' that said "Tipota of Gaia" And a crystal embedded in it which displayed the location of Anyparxia with 'Visit soon, Anyparxia' engraved...
Raul
The goddess would calm down a bit more from the joys of staring into the deep abyss created both by ritual *And* One of her deities. She truly appreciated the mystery and the power that eminated from it, perhaps *Too* Much as Tipota had suggested. But to her, a power greater than even a god... A byproduct of a ritual that created more mystery and intrigue than even a single deity like her or her siblings could create... It gave her food for thought. There was much to ponder and think about, and the very ideas that ran through her mind made her shudder in excitement. It wasn't often that a god stared at a power beyond their own control. She supposes that with her overly active mind however... She was probably the only one to pick apart the situation so thoroughly and ponder all the feelings and sensations. 

Tipota's own reaction, causes her to grow ever so slightly more flustered and angry, causing her to hiss as her mandibles chittered. "The God of Thought, as usual, is shortsighted, closed minded and lacks understanding..." She says dryly, looking down at him condescendingly. Her prideful character not only took the attempt to humiliate her due to her overreaction personally, but she also seemed *Insulted* On behalf of the very power they were staring down. "*If you're meant to be the beacon of our intelligence my dear, we're doomed*..." To her, if the God of Thought couldn't understand how *Sensational* It was to grab a power that even a god themselves couldn't create on their own... Then she would not respect his domain, not that she already did when he had entered her realm not too many years ago and proven himself to lack the acceptance and open mindedness she'd have hoped from somebody presiding over his domain.

When he leaves, Savarii gives him a polite little wave. "Say hello to your wife for me~" She coos with a smirk. One of her hands would reach out towards the business card and take it. "*Ooooh...* Yoink!" She says, quickly reading the information about Anyparxia. "Oh how generous!~" She coos with a smile on her face. "I'll be sure to take him up on that offer." She turns to Sinrael and gives her a devious smile "My darling sister, you should join me~" She says, implying that her plans were anything but good.

Finally, the Hive-Goddess turns to the one god left to do their magic. Savarii watches TSU ramble on with a smirk "Yes yes darling, that's all good. Now go and touch the rift and actually *Make it*~" She teases, flashing TSU a sharp toothed grin as her mandibles chittered. Savarii lifted a clawed hand and nibbled gently on the tip of her claw as she watched her siblings with intrigue. "Come on, I'm excited for you darling~" She says, her tone quite supportive despite her previous playfully venemous and condenscending tone she used for Tipota.