Kirk
On one of the upper branches of the magnificent tree, sat a pink bud with thick green leaves covering it, the bud slowly shook and twisted between the leaves where it stood, the shaking slowly grew more violent and loud, before it abruptly stopped and began to bloom into a beautiful flower from within a small, curled up humanoid figure emerging. The figure sat there, a vine connecting it to the flower that prevented it from falling onto another branch, the figure slowly opened it's eyes, before flailing it's arms around and moving it's head, adapting to ya know, existence. 

The first thing the creature was met with was colour, to the new god it seemed almost blinding, everything was weird to her, she closed and opened her hand a few times, and then, as if it was instinct she grabbed a piece of the flower she had just emerge from and.. Ate it. Quickly after pulling it away from her mouth and spitting, it looked around a little, more, growing more accustomed to it's existence with every passing minute, before it widely smiled and grabbed onto the branch the flower hung on, slowly attempting climb it, and failing. The vine connecting her to the flower snapping as she fell face-first onto a branch below her, she sat up again and attempted to climb the tree yet again to reach her birthplace. And failing again, this loop continued on for who knows how long until she finally got back to the branch she was originally on, slowly crawling over back to the flower and reaching down to grab one of it's leaves, pulling as hard as she can to get it off the flower and into her hands, but only being met with a small segment of it, but hey! A piece of a flower is a piece of a flower. She sniffed the leaf, bit it again, played with it, tossed it, did basically everything you can imagine possible before she got bored with it, eventually tossing it besides her and sitting cross legged, simply staring at the rest of the tree in fascination, imagining all the other flowers out there.
Mark
Seamlessly melding into the backdrop of the void, Paranoia would be sitting upon a neighboring branch. Now that Para is back in action, there are many new gods to befriend again! (Though, Para hasn't even befriended all the original gods. *Shrug*) Paranoia would be watching the newest batch of gods emerge and go about their business. Swinging their legs off the edge of the upper branches, Para thought of when it would be a good time for introductions. Paranoia could always be the first to introduce itself, but it might be good if new gods could orient themselves before Para provides another stimulus. *Hmm, but waiting is so boring.* 

Para would let out a sigh. Paranoia came to a compromise with itself. If a god were to make their way to them, Paranoia wouldn't hesitate to start a conversation. Otherwise, Para will leave the new gods to their own devices. Since not every god is a social being, Paranoia should respect that approaching them suddenly may be uncomfortable for them. *Nods in agreement with themself.* So the best course of action would be to stalk every single one of the new gods (and old gods. I Don't want yall to feel left out) and to do this until the god/s are ready to interact with their peers. *Paranoia, impressed with their problem-solving skills, continues surveillance of the upper branches.*

"Well, it seems like I've missed quite a bit of new gods." Paranoia would speak to itself, "Thought, the rate at which new gods are created seems slow in perspective. . ." Paranoia would pause for a moment as they would continue their idle animation. 

"Ah, Seventeen new gods in roughly 174 cycles." Para would state the statistics to themself as if they were talking to a group of friends. Para would scratch their face as they continued quietly extrapolating more information.

Paranoia may have decided not to actively interact with the new gods, but Para didn't desire to be quiet as they observed the new gods. With this development, Paranoia's singular voice could be heard from the branches slightly higher up for anyone curious to explore.
Kirk
Abrielle in the meanwhile, was climbing the tree exploring the nearby fruit and branches, poking at them, trying to lift them, examining them, everything was oh so new to her, she just *Needed* To know what everything was or else she might just explode! Did she know what an explosion even was yet? Probably not, but she felt like she going to burst into a million small pieces if she didn't discover every small nook and cranny there was to be found, their all over the place thought process was cut and reformed into a singular cohesive thought (i know it may sound crazy but trust me) upon hearing something *New* Another voice, a language! They immediately shifted their attention to the source, snapping their head towards the upper branches and slowly climbing up to try and see the source of the sound. 

Sooner than later, they climbed high enough to see para, or well, para's head, and then their torso came into view, and then, *Gasp* Someone with arms and feet like them! Fascinating them. They slowly tip toed their way over to paranoia, opening their mouth to try and speak and— "HELLO HELLO! WHATS YOUR NAME? WAIT, WHAT'S A NAME? CAN YOU EXPLAIN WHAT A NAME IS TO ME!!?!?" Holy shit they spoke! Maybe the world would've been off better without them learning speech, but it is what it is! They continued their barrage of overly enthusiastic questions and greetings towards paranoia that seemingly had no end "SO SO WHO ARE YOU?? DID YOU COME FROM A FLOWER LIKE ME? WAIT CAN I BITE YOU!? WHAT DO YOU TASTE LIKE?? WHAT"S A BITE!? OH WELL!! HI HI!!" It just went on and on and on without end, before they eventually exhausted themselves and took a second to breathe, if you wanna speak do it now because you probably won't get another chance to for a while
Mark
To describe Paranoia's current look (Steal their look), they would be a seamless black singularity that would seem superimposed upon the branches. At first, Para would seem to have a featureless face, but as Abrielle approached, they'd notice that they'd have hollow divots in their front to resemble basic facial features. Paranoia would use this form as they lazily swung their legs over the branch they resided on. It was hard for Paranoia not to notice the new god making her way toward them, but Para wanted to let the events unfold naturally. As Abrielle approached, Paranoia continued to feign blissful ignorance, hoping the following interaction would be interesting.

"Hi, hi!" Para would wave.

"Paranoia!" Paranoia would introduce themself.

"A way to identify someone or yourself!" Para would briefly explain.

"Paranoia, God of Nothingness and Potential!" Paranoia would introduce themself fully.

"Nope, I came from nothing!" Para would Clarify.

"Sure!" Para would give a thumbs up. 

"Nothing! Or maybe something?" Para would scratch their head in thought.

"Usually begins with mouths with the necessity to eat or defend themself can bite. This can be used to portion out food to make it easier to consume or used to deter predators / catch prey. Usually, to bite, you'd need teeth or mandibles." Paranoia would explain. 

"Hello, Hello!" Para would wave again.

Casually giving their answers to the sudden barrage of questions was really fun for Paranoia. Why didn't more gods do this? Paranoia would tirelessly keep up with Abrielle's questioning until they were out of breath. All answers would be given as soon as Abrielle's next question was asked. When hyperactive god finally paused to catch their breath, Paranoia would simply ask, "Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"
Kirk
Abrielle just blankly stared at paranoia for a seconds after their questions were and answered, thinking up another few questions before their brain finally caught up to the basic information they were given at birth as they stared up to look at the sky, the silence a weird contrast to the previous barrage, but sooner than later it all began again "OOOOOoooh!!" She'd wave back "I see I see! My name is.. Hmm.." She put her hand on her chin was hard at thought for a second, before a metaphorical light bulb went off in her head "Abrielle! Yeah! I'm Abrielle! Hi paranoia!" They waved again before patting the tree.

"SOooOOOoo you're the first creature I've met here! Would that make us friends then!? Glad to be friends with you Paranoia, yeah!" Abrielle would stare blankly at paranoia after that, a wide smile on her face before out of the blue- **Chomp**, she'd just grab paranoia's arm and take a nice bite, putting his arm back where it was after seeming satisfied "Hmm, you taste funny! But it's nice!" She smiled, fixing her posture so she sat cross legged with her hands in her lap, taking a deep breath before returning to her overly enthusiastic loud demeanour "SOOOOO! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING SOMETHING TO CONTRIBUTE TO THIS WORLD NOW?? YES!?? WHAT SHOULD I BE DOING!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? HAVE ***YOU*** DONE ANYTHING YET OR ARE YOU NEW, LIKE ME!? YOU SEEM PRETTY NOT NEW!! YOU WERE ALREADY HERE WHEN I WAS, OR WERE YOU!? OH WELL OH WELL!" She took another break, before returning back faster than para could probably answer, cutting him off if he was already speaking "THIS PLACE SEEMS PRETTY BIG, YES? WHAT SHOULD I DO! WHAT IS THERE TO DO!? YOU'RE MY FRIEND SO YOU SHOULD KNOW RIGHT?? THERE'S SO MANY POSSIBILITIES!!" Aaand she finally stopped to let paranoia answer, or possibly answer again, if he was already talking she had most definitely drowned it out with her questions.
Thomas
Gaia poured her all into the next egg. Every bit of love she had and all the knowledge from her previous children she used to form the apex of creation; the pinnacle of her art. 

A root from her deepest base sprouted a tendril that shattered rock and plowed through soil. It broke the surface and became a vine slithering up her trunk. Left and right it winded, growing thicker and more substantial. 

Like a living being, it jumped from branch to branch, steadily climbing. It did not slow as it found thinner and thinner branches and instead sped up. It pulsed. Throbbed. 

The sun, in all of it's glory, suspended itself in the sky midway between noon and the horizon. The other body, the moon, did the same in it's rising state. The two were equal spheres taking up the sky. Half night. Half day. A splendid contrast. 

With grace, the vines tip breached the canopy of Yggdrasil and ceased to grow. But from the vine, a fruit budded. It did not hang but rather it sprouted. Flowers and leaves blossomed all around the base of it, of all different colors and shapes. 

The fruit grew and grew. Larger than the other fruits. More beautiful. It's surface was smooth but then it rippled. It glimmered iridescent yet it was as matte as sandstone the next moment. And then it was an eye, golden and gazing up at the stars. 

And finally, it became a being resting on all those flowers. A being too beautiful to describe. A feline. 

They stirred and yawned. Their teeth glinted in the light of the sibling orbs in the sky. 

Brilliant eyes opened to survey the world. They looked down on everything and found love in their heart for it. Gaia was their mother and they were Mi. 

"Mi," They echoed, stretching upon their bed of flora. There was nothing above but sky and space. The stars shown just for them. Even time stopped to stare. 

"Hello, Mi," The world cooed. 

Mi rolled over, their tail flicking before curling around their legs. 

"All of this is for you." 

Mi only smiled. 

"I love you."

When they were ready, Mi sat up to enjoy their body. Fur as black and sleek as obsidian marked with stripes and rosettes which blinked golden like eyes. Muscles strong and powerful, claws long and sharp like daggers, and every bit of beauty and elegance creation had to offer. 

They were devoid of sex characteristics, no leaning towards either end of the spectrum. They were feline and their supremacy was unchallenged for how could it be. 

Blooming before Mi, a slide of vines and flowers let them move from their bed to begin their journey down. At first, they were guided but soon Mi became curious. They lept from the slide and onto a branch, touching the trunk of their mother with their nose. They found it to be their greatest comfort. 

Jumping yet again, Mi passed egg after egg, a deep purring emanating from their chest. Their claws held the bark fast and their tail ensured they never lost their balance.
Mario
He hasn't moved. Not for hours while sitting on their branch. They haven't really moved at all after their creation. 

Their five foot tall body was sitting on the mass of flesh and strings. A strangely normal looking dark skinned boy with black hair and similar colored eyes. 

They forged something from the flesh the first few hours of them sitting there. A long hooded robe and a scarf covering their shoulders and neck. 

So far they had been content with watching, observing, trying to understand this place and why he was there. 

He saw the others become created, and leave. But so far they were less than aware of anyone else there... Well besides themselves. 

His gaze shifted, a hand going under his chin as he tried to ponder this kind of behavior. Until a particularly large one started it's manifestation. 

....His first thought was someone was overcompensating with how big it was. 

The child shaped *Creature* Continued to watch as the feline jumped from place to place.