Toby
*Despite all the chaos in the halls, truly the party wasn't fully formed as of yet. Another was soon to find their way amongst those numbers as the doorway did creak open once more! ...Yet there was nothing there? No, there certainly was- a small infantile Crocodile crept into the hall, lured by the intensity and noise of the region that shook well with the chaos of the many deities.

Truly was this a most... Unusual form for the Crocodillian deity to take, usually asserting himself as a giant. But he sought not to startle his fellow deities. Afterall, he traveled out now as a fragment of his still healing form in order to continue his original quest of uniting with all of his siblings. His small eyes darted about the various forms of his siblings that darted about and did their own things, only one of them being familiar: Abrielle. Yet she was smaller than he remembered...? Perhaps it was simply his Avatar's perspective that made her seem ever slightly taller prior?

A shake of his tiny snout followed along with a quiet huff. His little legs waddled further in, beelining directly towards the only familiar sibling he noticed. He weaved by all the others with surprising elegance, trying to avoid squashed or yanked around as he waddled to the tall chair in which Abrielle sat.

His snout quick was it to point up and open wide with a most cute coo which only a baby Crocodile could make. He planted two feet on the chair, staring up at Abrielle as if asking for uppies. Then he finally spoke out, his usually loud and deep voice being quite the opposite in this form. Rather was it soft but fairly squeaky, like that of a toddler.* "I know you, sibling of mine! Abrielle of Kenneth would it be, yes? Ever gracious creator of the Abrights and friend of mine own children!" *Even despite how serious he seemed to be trying to be, it would be difficult to take that ridiculous Crocodile seriously in his current form... Yet still did he ever try.*
Marsha
*Taivas, still right by the door at this point, slowly turned to face the newcomer. As his eyes then drifted downwards, he could only raise his brow as the tiny reptile crawled in front of him.*

"Well..."*He mumbled to himself.*"At least it's cute?"

*Taivas's expectations would then once again fracture as the crocodile spoke. He sighed as he glanced at his gourd canteen, wishing he had picked something different then water that may have helped him deal with whatever was happening around him now.

He would be the first to admit that he was what some would call an oddball, but all of this was just to much! Imps, metal dudes, talking reptilians, if he wasn't extremely curious he would have flown off to go unravel back in the cloud-sea.*
Mary
Abrielle's smile grew further as Vivi pat her, she held her hand to her head and refused to let go, gripping with the strength of a thousand mountai—! Nope, nope, she was weak as ever, and let go as soon as the shadows recombined, she seemed as if she was on the verge of a tantrum, but had to hold herself back. Still, though, she was frowning. As soon as Vivi addressed Mizu, she turned to look at her and studied her.. Cute? Oh yeah! She does seem cute, her hair reminds her of her own and the Abrights', she clapped and repeated after Vivi and Nak; "Cute, yes, cute!" She exclaimed, and as quickly as her attention had gone towards Mizu,

It had now been taken by the gigantic marble man who had recently entered, she stared at him, squinting... "Improve mortals? Why improve! You should be proud of what you create!" She exclaimed, seeming a little annoyed by the small remark before her eyes widened and she held her hair tightly as soon as she saw Exilus fiddling with Nak's hair. Her eyes were on the verge of tearing up as she gripped it tighter and tighter. "Hair! Hair! Bah!" She cried out, oh! What a horrid sight it was to see another person's hair being played and braided with! Oh! A crime, a crime! Bah!

And yet again, just as quick, there was a newcomer! She looked over at Taivas, smiling and waving, before GLARING at the gourd and ham and cheese sandwich in his hands. "WoAAH!! What's that!? Sandwich and uhh, uhh, what's the other thing!? It looks cool! Cool!!" She exclaimed at Taivas, Once again she had to hold herself back from

Jumping out of her seat and grabbing the gourd from his hand, instead, she had to *Politely ask.* "Can I uhh, can I have one!? Yes! Yes! Can I have one.. P-pl.." She struggled with getting the last word out, her eyes almost tearing up again. "..Please?" Eventually, she got it out. A wide grin appeared on her face as she put her hands on the table in front of her as if it was now Taivas's duty to bring her one.. Despite her being a god and being able to summon one out of thin air.

Just as fast her attention was taken away again — Gaia, she had no attention span, did she? — but nevertheless, she turned to the little reptilian that had appeared.. Say.. It did remind her of something she had come across before, a reptilian visited her realm before, no? She watched as the little man slithered about and walked over to her chair, pointing his snout upwards as if asking for uppies—, it would be a crime to not give him uppies now, would it be? Blasphemy! Heresy! As bad as harming Gaia! Yes! And thus, uppies Timsa got! As soon as he walked to her chair she pulled him like a baby and plopped him on top of her hair, comfily tucking him in and smiling.. Just as fast as Vivi had cleaned her hair, it most likely dirty again. "Yes, Yes! I am Abrielle of Kenneth!" She exclaimed, "You're... Timsa'allah, right? Your avatar visited us a while ago! I'll just call you Timsa, the other name is too long, too long!" She clamoured, putting her hand above her head and giving the little reptilian a tiny pat, before putting her hands on her lap and sitting politely yet again.. Or well.. As polite and calm as a ball of divinity condensed into a tiny body could sit. "You're so much smaller than I thought you would be! But that's cute, that's cute, yeah!" She had a tendency to repeat herself, huh?
Stephanie
*The marble giant would address Abrielle's point first.*

"I will love what I will create, hence why I will bid them improve. For all can always be made better than it is."

*Exilus would not press braiding Nach's hair as the chaotic gremlin-creature sought chaos over improvement and order. Instead he regarded the other newcomers to the room: a man bearing food, a small crocodile, and an elegantly dressed woman. All of them gods, which made Exilus' mind swim with ideas. So many forms he could improve upon and so little time to improve them! He needed assistants and he would need them soon, but first something more easily fixed was presented. He turned to the four armed witch again.*

"I still wish to help in the creation of the gift. Once it is done, I will gladly tour your realm to inform my own designs. I thank you for your assistance."

*Mimicking the witch-goddess' own actions, Exilus would try and gently pat Vivienne on the head before moving on to Abrielle. He at least offered a word of warning before he next began.*

"Your unkempt mane is going to be straightened and improved. Please do not resist, this is for your own good."

*With surprising speed and dexterity for what was ostensibly a statue, the God of Improvement would begin trying to straighten and braid Abrielle's hair as well. Unlike with Nach, he would pursue the topic further unless sufficiently eluded rather than just stopping the moment she pulled away. Improvement must come, regardless of wether or not the person believes they want it.*
Toby
*A tiny snort left the miniature croc as Abrielle lifted him up unto her head, seeming to get comfortable for the time. He was glad she realized his identity even despite his fairly... Uncomfortable form. He laid upon her comfortably, his snout poking out just beyond her forehead. Soon would a fairly bothered huff escaped his snout as he listened to Abrielle, phased only by her description of him. Cute? He is not cute! He is a fearsome warrior, the Guardian and protector of these lands and his siblings! ...Yet then would he realize once more the form he took and let off a long squeaky sigh.*

"Mine form was chosen to reflect mine own lack of violent intent towards our siblings! ...Aside so would mine normal form be too large for casual interactions amongst the boughs of our beloved tree." *So did his monologue halt, seemingly unsure of what to make of the menagerie of his siblings in which littered about the hall and its gathering place.

Soon would his comfort be interrupted by that large statue who sought to tidy Abrielle's hair. A small hiss let out at the Statue before he lept from. Abrielle's head and landed upon the table ever-so without grace. He hit the table with a "Plap" And whined in pain before he rose himself back up and shook it off. Yet now was he stuck in the middle of all the chaos with no social skills to fall on. He was, afterall, a warrior, not a socialite. 

That was fine though, as he gaze scanned about the room, he soon found his attention on Vivienne. Out of all the others, she seemed to be the only with a true purpose, an aspect he was glad for. He had not heard the reasoning behind this gathering or Vivienne's attendance, but all the new faces made him happy. Particularly to see them so care-free. This was as it should be. Lives free of worry and guarded from hardship. It wouldn't take long before he was swaying side to side, absolutely beaming with glee and pride. Being surrounded by such merry company brought his emotions to the forefront, an event in which was rather rare.*
Daniel
It seemed with every moment that passed, the entourage only grew larger. Another surprise came in the form of a pale, humanoid deity that, again, stood taller than her somehow, with a second surprise coming in the form of a tiny crocodilian god waddling in. It seemed she really needed to get this ritual off the ground before it became far too many deities to organize. Vivienne suppressed a small frown at the rough hand that patted against her head. The gesture seemed kind enough, if awkward, but it was just different when it wasn't coming from a cute girl. With a quick flourish, she summoned her amethyst staff, Hypnopompia, tapping it roughly against the ground.

"For the newcomers here, I will give a brief explanation." Vivienne closed her eyes and made an arcane gesture with her arms, magic swirling at her fingertips. "I am enlisting the help of my fellow deities to create a divine artifact as a gift for another. I have seen far too much death and rot, so I would rather see this become an aegis to protect our siblings, than a sword that cuts them down. We shall see what becomes of the combination of our power, however." The air around the group grew ever heavier, more indistinct. The scent of a fresh breeze wafted in, and the singing of chimes could be faintly heard, ghostly and ethereal. Her consciousness wavered, her body wobbled, the seam between sleep and wake slowly fraying.

"Those who wish to help, simply lean into the power before you. It shall take us to my realm, Hypnagogia, and we will start and finish the work there. I will give you one warning, however." Another image overlaid itself atop the Hall of the Gods. One of crystal plants, shimmering moths, and a lonely cottage in the midst of the woods. It stood faintly, almost invisible, like a reflection spied through a window. "I have a handful of mortals present, who have been so kind as to help me with the preparations for this party. No harm must come to them. I may not be as powerful as the god eater, but that doesn't mean I can't show you a nightmare from which you will never wake."

"With that out of the way, then..." Vivienne lifted her staff to the air, the magic in the air reaching a saturation point. "Welcome to Hypnagogia." She slammed the staff against the ground, and everything snapped into focus. Crystal grass crunched beneath their feet, the quiet clattering of glassy leaves carried over the soft breeze, and the clearing glowed with a faint, magical light, shining from the flowers newly-planted around the cottage. Two Mothfolk, one male with the coloring of a rosy maple moth, and the other female with the coloring of a smoky moth, worked quietly within the garden, doing their best to ignore the group that had just shown up.
Mary
"Bah!" The tiny god exclaimed as Exilus began walking towards her. She wriggled in her seat and contemplated jumping off.. But her promise.. And the little reptilian sitting atop her head stopped her. She sighed, and almost accepted her fate, letting out tiny tears as her oh-so-precious hair was being tidied.. But then, the croc jumped off! Much like when a cat finally moves off of your lap and you can continue about your daily activities, a wide grin moved along her face, as all of a sudden—

Poff! Her, alongside the chair she was sitting on disappeared into smoke, and all that was left behind were a few leaves and a tiny cat that skittered across the floor, running off and away from the table and further into the hall, before poofing again into Abrielle, who quickly looked around the room, particularly at Vivi. "Sorry I broke my promise! But he was annoying me!" She pointed to Exilus, slightly floating. "Bah! Meanie! You shouldn't touch people's hair without asking first! I don't want it to be improved, I like it how it is!" She pouted, crossing her arms and staying high up in the air. Watching all the other gods in the area. She recognized Vivi speaking but didn't really pay much attention to it. Instead, she watched the others intently, trying her best to keep their faces in her memory in case she stumbled upon them again, she opened her mouth to speak before suddenly—

```Continuation in Hypnganaona idk large word```
Mark
*So many others, so... So many others...*

"What an intoxicating display of bewildering w-o-n-der... So many others, so... So many others. See their shapes I do, witness their colour, behold a stage of charming characters! Ehehehe, ehehee... Hehe... Heh... Ehhggh." *Our mad little god warily looks to and fro, from one god to the next, watching how they play and how yet more come still.* "Too many me thinks... All those eyes, all these many eyes. Like peeping holes for their souls to peep on I, or... Or for __them__ to witness I as me am now."

*Nach clutched a hand tightly onto her chest, her claws digging into the fabric of an unusual attire wholly unbefitting of a god. She felt for the beat of a heart, to hear the drums play while amidst this chaos she so thrived in. Yet the grin of Nach which so often invited trouble was bent into a frown, she looked between these others and wondered with venomous murmurs.* "They'll devour us, these others, they just might. But until then we'll dance, we'll sing, we'll laugh, we'll play- we will! Oh we will... We'll hoot, we'll holler, we'll cheer, we'll be- we will! Oh we will... Oh we will be."

*Her gaze met the floor and for a while she stood in silent contemplation, then a smile crept its way back onto the creature's face and a devious chuckle soon followed.* "Ehehehaaa! Oh what a dream, we'll flourish yet! The par-tee-ayyy awaits, there we'll have our wings and better yet- a beginning! Oh yes, oh yes-yes another beginning." *When at last her attention turned back onto the room, one other immediately caught her eye and a burst of manic energy coursed through our mad little god. That smile, that troublesome smile brought upon us a frenzy! A frenzy that sent Nach upon all fours, hurriedly sprinting through this hall before leaping up onto the table. Shoving her face right into the baby crocodilian's, her maddened eyes locked squarely onto a warrior who couldn't hope to overcome this travesty before him.* 

"POCKET MONSTER!" *She cried, and before Timsa could even fathom what was happening Nach tried whisking him off the table and into her pocket. If there's a god for gods, may he have mercy on his soul. For Nach Will Not.*