Terry
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.

Out 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.

It 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?

The 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,

"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. 

His 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!"
Chris
*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.*

*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.*

*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.*

*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.*

"How gorgeous. ."

*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.*

"Hm. .What would be an appropriate name to match me?"

*She thinks to herself for a moment then takes her hand from her necklace and snaps her fingers.*

"Anasuya! A perfectly fitting name."

*And that was how the goddess of envy(and some other things) began her journey.*
Justin
*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.*

"Seryiph as I said you can call me Seryiph."

*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.*

"I am the god of stagnation, sleep, and apathy if you must know and as I just said my name is Seryiph."

*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.*

*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.*

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*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.*

*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.*

*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.*
Wendell
*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..* 

" **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...** "

*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.* 

" **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...** " 

*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...* 

" **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~...** " 

*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...* 

" **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.** " 

*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.* 

*However, Girveon seemingly smirked at the three new Gods and simply took out his pack of Cigars and said...* 

" **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.** "

" **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.** " 

*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...*
Virginia
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.

Erupting 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.

A 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.
Barbara
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.
 "I guess that's where I came from... No... That feels wrong... Somehow."
She'd continue staring at the tree, debating about what had happened. Why she was here.