Allen
'Easy.' That was his first thought when finally discovering how effortless it was to travel around Yggdrasil as a deity.
 
'Gross.' Was his second thought when arriving somewhere in the middle of those many branches the world tree had. He didn't have a real direction as to where he was going, he didn't even know anything, to be honest. Still, somehow he ended up in the hall of the gods. 
Unfortunately, he joined right after someone opened a bottle that smelled like misery incarnate. 
'It reeks of something pungent.' He thought, crunching his nose while trying to disperse the fog to see what was happening and from where this strong smell was coming.

With uncertain steps, he walked in the general direction of this odor, shaking his arms in the best way possible to make his vision clearer. His dark purple hair flowed with the haze, and beyond all the gray smoke, red eyes appeared curious.

Sadly, this poor newborn deity had a terrible sense of direction, and without ceremony, he ended up collapsing on something that, when touched, didn't feel solid enough and wasn't secure enough to prevent him from falling down.

With his hands on the ground to support his own body, he puffed and disappeared into the mist, feeling extremely embarrassed to be seen. 

The weird smell was still there, but his curiosity wasn't big enough to make him reshape into a humanoid form once again. It felt comfortable to disappear, even if his friend mist wouldn't.

Besides, if this smell came from other beings like him, then maybe they wouldn't mind another deity coming in the middle of whatever business they were on...

'Right?'
Christopher
The wretched Goddess Sinrael watched as the figure left and shifted yet again, only to return. Sinrael had done her job, opened a door of some sort. "My sweet little sibling... Follow whatever your smelling, intoxicate yourself with it. Find yourself that way..." She gave a bit of a manic cackle before taking a step backwards and simply poofing into a cloud of black smoke again before slithering back under the door and back into her demiplane. She felt she had done all she needed or could do here.
David
The feminine creature nodded as Sinrael disappeared, confused and still slightly frightened, she finally took a swig from the bottle, taking in the taste of this substance before taking a complete physical form.

"...Ma'andanaehso..." She finally spoke as she was alone again. A smile creeping across her face as it dawned on her what exactly her purpose was.
Allen
He could hear and feel while being thin smoke, he couldn't see but could sense what was happening around him. And he was sure someone had just disappeared and the thing that he bumped into before was still there, smelling weirdly strong, and saying something that he didn't recognize as a word.

Curiosity finally took the best of him, making him take on the form of a humanoid boy again, trying to see through the haze what this being that spoke uniquely was.






"What are you?" He said, his multiple voices echoed, and he instantly regretted saying this out loud. 
He was sure those eyes were looking directly at him now.
David
Taking a moment to think deeply on what she just realized, her four eyes became pinned upon the smoky form before herself, another deity, perhaps. Her smile grew wider, more thinned out, her clothing appearing on her humanoid form, but just scantily enough to keep one guessing.

"I am. What I am? I am a sibling, I am miserable, I am an addict, I am confused, I am... Desire, I'm... Broken? ...I am **Madness**... What are you?" Her voice grew more powerful with each declaration, her only question changing her tone to that of a whisper as she glared into the cloud before herself.

Every part of this girl's body, from her feet, to the hand holding her bottle, to the eyes planted upon her head, seemed to liquefy, morph, and solidify randomly, the only consistency about her more human form being that it *Looks* At least somewhat human, not just a mass of rotating body parts and color. The four eyes on her head remained in the same place, the two on her hands did too, same with her four arms, but her body shifted skin pigmentation, build, the likes.

She takes another swig of the drink, continuing to glare, slightly menacingly into the cloud.