Kevin
*Gullivario would chuckle deep in his throat, a gentle yet resounding noise which seemed to echo from the very caliber of his being. If there was one thing the god liked to do, it was laugh. After allowing himself time for a hearty bout of laughter, he'd regain his composure, ignoring her own ignoring both his query and the offer of his hand. He'd also note her seemingly immediate boost in confidence, smirking gently as he'd silently remark his gratitude that she had done so suddenly. At the very least, she was not a meek goddess, all the better in his opinion. It was an attractive attribute for any god to have, he'd thought to himself, adding to what he'd already considered an admirable visage of a godly being. Combined with the sensuality and charm of her voice, and with her revealing of her undoubtedly valuable domain in which she reigned, his white, toothy smile only grew wider, seeming to almost glow against his otherwise dark complexion.*

"Zeiphara... Charmed to meet you." *He'd speak her name slowly, letting the name roll off his tongue as if tasting a fine wine, his voice maintaining its low, gravelly sound, before dipping the dark brim of his hat to the pink-hued goddess to accent his introduction in a show of gentlemanly respect. It could be noted that his eyes would hardly waver even for an instant, seeming to not even blink for extended periods of time, as if they were ever-bright and observant, analytical of the figure before him.*

"The name's Gullivario, god of Gluttony, Cannibalism or, if you'd prefer to be colloquial, perhaps, the consumption of some of the finest forms of earthly delights."

*He'd state his name and title with a gentle swagger to his demeanor, apparent in a gentle weave of his head upwards and a straightening to his posture, puffing out his already large chest. In his own self-assured way, he'd almost radiate the same amount of confidence and self-assurance which both Girveon and Zeiphara displayed. It was almost as if his gluttonous nature extended even to his social demeanor; as if he himself was feeding off of the very energies which his newfound comrades radiated, amplifying his own in turn. That or, of course, he just enjoyed the company of these newborn gods and their apparent ambitions.*

*He'd then nod at Girveon's words as he'd speak them in his calm demeanor, placing a ringed hand upon his hip as he'd stand with his shoulders back, regaining his strong posture. His companion spoke true, the mere fact that this new goddess was even considering their offer to join them showed some initiative, at least.*

"Girveon here speaks true, I reckon we're at the prime time to make our move and take our chances with this new opportunity we've been given. And ah, if I may assert,I reckon we're going to get along just fine, the lot of us."

*He'd say with yet another chuckle before casting a glance towards the other newly formed god which had materialized near them. He'd once again follow his greeting ritual: a dip of the hat, a flash of uncannily sharp and bright teeth, and an analytical stare from his piercing green eyes.*

"Why hello there, stranger. Name's Gullivario, god of the gluttonous and worldly consumption. How do ya do?"

*At Girveon's proposal of an enjoyable creation endeavor for the lot of them, Gulliviero would notably perk up, turning back to the group to give him his full, undivided attention. A hungry glow would begin to emanate from his pale patina eyes, especially at the mention of bounteous food and worshippers for the gods to reign over. Food was one hell of a promise to make to a gluttonous god, but the addition of other enjoyable pleasures for him to indulge in only intrigued him more. The more Girveon spoke, the more Gullivario grew to respect him, one could say even a sense of infatuation as well.*

"Well well, partner. You sure know how to drive a hard bargain, you're quite afly to what we're lookin' for, mighty admirable observation skills you've got. But now we've gotta get down to the thick of it... What is it exactly we're to do now? I don't reckon our dear ol' ma' Gaia left us a clear set o' instructions, though perhaps that's why *You're* Here, Visarni."

*He'd note with a nod in Visarni's direction, his smile now falling slightly to a neutral line across his strong features.*
Carla
*Fascinating. Utterly, absolutely fascinating. While the other Gods talked amongst themselves for the most part, Visarni let Himself fade into the background of the conversation for a little. Four births at the same time, all with fairly synergistic Domains? It was a far cry from the dearth of Divinity He'd found before. 

And-yes, there was an opportunity for something, here. With Girveon's prompting of a union between the new-borns, they would quickly prove themselves capable of much. As powerful as Visarni likes to think He is, four Gods in unison could accomplish much more if they don't fall to strife and disagreements. Here was a chance to... Not join them in their venture, but help. He still prided Himself with a singular work ethic, and these outings so far from His nightmares are tiring, let alone cooperating constantly. But becoming their ally and mentor? Attempting to position Himself as wiser than them in some regards, a Divinity that can be looked to for advice?

Gullivario looks to Him, and as one smile fades, His only grows as He faces the group at large.*

'I am not sent from Gaia to instruct you. My words are entirely of my Will. Yet she provides for us. Slumbering. When you all find your Realms... Or Realm, amidst the branches, there will be instinct. Your Domains, your natures, direct you towards forests or flatlands or steppes. Following Gaia's instincts is a choice of your own, but you will know, when the time comes, how to create. And how to Create. Mortals are more difficult than land and sky, but you will be able to teach yourselves.'

*A pause. The whispers almost expand from Visarni, not coming from Him as a voice should, but right by their ears and then far away, before returning to His presence. He's either doing it to fuck with them, or that's just a perk of the Divine.*

'They will learn from our Will, obvious or indirect. There is no guide to this, no path laid by greater Gods. It may be a Gamble, or a Feast, or a leap made out of Lust, or...'

*Visarni's torch flares gently in the direction of each of the respective Gods, before halting on Seryiph.*

'Or some poetry for your own Domain. Our paths are our own. Our Realms are our own. Our Divinity is our own. Seek me out if you need. I will help.'
Tony
*She looked to Girveon as he was to speak. She watched as his mouth moved, a dance of which flowed out coherent words to her ears. She watched his demeanor, his stance and how he carried himself all in one. The echoing of what she was hearing was faint and distinct, she took it in trying to absorb it all.*

*She no longer was standing and thinking about who she was. It seemed as though she began to understand more as she continued to engage with the three before her. Her arms would drop from their crossed position, now standing at her hips as she stood in a quite sassy stance.*

*Her words would be quick- almost as if she simply spoke from her mind, rather than sitting and thinking on how to approach him.*

"Using my powers is the least of my concern. . Perhaps in the future I will need them for more trivial matters- but when it comes to a simple gamble upon basic things as to who to follow. . I think I would rather trust instinct or the facts I know."

*She would state, as she once more let her eyes fall back upon his lips. Everytime someone spoke it was almost as if she was drawn to that area, trying to fully engage and show full interest in the ones before her.*

*No less, her eyes would move up to direct eye contact every now and again. As to simply absorb their expressions. Unsure of what to fully make of those who she is with. It was already hard to tell what they were the gods of, she had no predictions no guess no nothing.*

"A god of gambling? Well isn't that quite interesting. .Of all the people I could of meet upon my arrival it had to be you-"

*She would lightly chuckle.*

"Well then I suppose you are right, mayhaps I will find great luck if I take my chances with you."

*She watched how he carried himself throughout his introduction. The pride and confidence he showed her was rather enchanting. She was impressed by how he was able to carry himself so early on in his life. She felt herself admiring him and this newfound trait.*

*Admire now at least. . Perhaps in the future it would become a pain.*

*Her gaze would fall upon Gullivario as he simply said 'charmed to meet you' a fact she would hope anyone she came across would feel. No less she would have a light grin across her face as she once more watched him dip his hat to her. She was quite interested in who he was- and how he was.*

"Gluttony and **Cannibalism?** Well, aren't you quite unique?"

*She would say, sounding rather entranced by his words. The idea of being before a god of those such domains was intriguing. Especially with the politeness. . No not politeness, the gentleman like act he carried himself with.*

*She watched as Gullivario would display himself almost as just as confident and ambitious as her and Girveon. And yet, to her it was simply a display of her personality. She had no clue if it was the same for them. . Was it who they were? Or was it a simple act of showing their ambitions.*

*From the corner of her eye she would also notice as a newcomer would simply fall from the tree. She watched as he looked around the new environment, almost the same as her. She was intrigued with him- no not with him but simply how he looked.*

*His clothes were rather comfortable looking, loose and quite even. She watched as he moved, his clear-like skin being very captivating, and the way his hair was a mess seemingly quite fitting. She watched as Girveon and Gullivario would do the same routine as they had her, a simple introduction with the idea of him joining their small formed group.*

*She took a few steps. Tall and with quite a graceful stride. She stopped a little bit behind the two as she watched them with their little routine. She did not want to introduce herself just yet, though her ego could hardly handle the lack of forwardness.* 

*She then looks to Girveon as he once more address the group as a full. . .He was right of the idea of creating, something they all would at some point need to take part in to truly establish themselves as a whole. She lightly nodded as she absorbed his words once more, as she then proceeded to respond to him again.*

"I think it would be a nice way to spice things up. . Creating all together and keeping it quite unique. No one likes boring after all."

*She then looks to Virsani, as he seemingly has the last words to sort of speak in their discussion. He was an interesting figure, one she was quite intrigued by. She nodded as he spoke, yet really unsure of what to add to what he had to say. .Her mind was not full of any questions, or worries. . None that he could at least answer for her.*

*She felt as though it was not the time to engage with him just yet. . As she simply just let it be.*
Elizabeth
The bass of tribal sounding drums rang throughout the upperbranches of the world tree. Leaves wavered in response to the slightly increasing turbulence. As the song continued to play, the movements of the leaves became more rythmic - as though they were dancing. Gaia remains undisturbed by the ruckus caused by her latest blessing to the world. A high hanging fruit in the upper reaches of this area of Yggdrasil began to crackle with electricity. Energy surged within the fruit, causing it to adopt an electric blue glow before ultimately falling onto a branch. The climax of the beat approached upon the landing of the fruit, bore from it was Imoni. 

Her eyes fluttered open, revealing two irises that crackeled similarly to the fruit did. Curiously, they looked around, familiarizing herself with the newfound surroundings. There was a sense of familiary ebbing from the heart of the tree, the All Mother. In silence, Imoni stood from her seated position, peering over the edge of her branch down the length of the world tree. For a moment, she was captivated by the infinite prowess of Gaia.

Imoni turned, looking about at neighboring branches where there were other deities chatting. As a deity herself, she instantly recognized the aura of vitality and strength that clung to the dozens of bodies around her. *"How..."* Her confusion didn't linger for long, as her curious eyes found something new to fixate on. A set of drums sat near where she originally emerged from the fruit. Despite being initially mundane, upon her acknowledgement of the instrument it seemingly sprung to life. An arc of lightning bounced between the drums, before the ultimiately began flowing around the new goddess. 

Instinctively, her ebon hands rose to began striking the drums, a sound so thunderous emerged as a result of her strike. Imoni's eyes widened upon the revelation of the properties of the drums. As a wide smile crept onto her full lips, Imoni took a few steps forward the edge of the branch. She watched in awe as it arched and connected to another branch in order to support her weight.

Imoni was born donning minimal clothing, simply donning an elegant loincloth that wrapped around her waist and reached to her sandaled feet. As for her top she wore something akin to a stappy bralette, the fabric of such matching that of her loincloth. There are intricate details on both articles of her clothing, patterns and lines placed strategically that occasionally have a glow. Her eyes fell to her feet, then her attire, and then her arms. Her veins were filled with what appeared to be a pulsating black substance, these same veins sprung from her eyes like an array of lightning. "Peculiar," She stated briefly, aloud this time. Her sultry yet booming voice surprised even her, it carried the same weight as her drums.
Justin
*Standing there Seryiph soaked in the area around him as he technically lived his first few minutes in this world? No not a world this existence the consciousness of a sentient being having only awoken moments prior. The rush of new senses and feelings were exhilarating yet- Seryiph found he couldn't care less about it. The feeling of earth against his feet, the feeling of air entering the lungs before passing back out in the form of carbon dioxide, the simple way his loose fitting silken garments lightly pressed against his skin, the sound of voices-*

*His moment of quiet contemplation, a chance to absorb all that was the world around him was stopped as one of those voices that were registering in the back of his mind focused their attention on him. Moving his gaze from far off into the distance Seryiph turned his head slightly so that he could regard the new figure before him their words of greeting registering within his mind before promptly being discarded. It was a senseless noise whatever the figure before him was saying and it took a few seconds for Seryiph to finally begin understanding their words as the conscious effort of conversation began. Tuning in mentally as he mentioned a group Seryiph found his gaze moving to the other members present an odd assortment. Following the figure who had spoken to him as he had nothing better to do Seryiph found himself confronted by one of the other members of that strange posy the man dressed in some sort of odd attire giving him a needlessly formal greeting.*

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*In response to his greeting Seryiph simply raised a hand letting it dangle loosely in the air for several seconds before dropping it to his side once more. It seemed the man had prompted him a question to which he should probably respond- yet that seemed senseless- gathering his energy and motivation Seryiph opened his mouth in order to respond.*

"AHHhhhhhhhhhh~"

*Instead of any sort of words the newly formed god simply yawned, raising the same hand he had used to give that wimpy noodle of a wave up towards his mouth out of a strange instinctual habit. Unlike the high confidence and gentle charisma the other gods carried, Seryiph stood there with a slight hunch to his back, a bored almost disinterested look on his face even as the weight of creation was being folded in front of him.*

"You can call me Seryiph."

*Even that simple phrase was spoken dully. Despite his gentle and soft voice, an almost melodic melody of syllables and constatents it felt like Seryiph wasn't even speaking to Gullivario just to his general direction. Like a child who was responding to a nagging caregiver somewhat present but clearly focused on something else. This was because he was, in his own mind Seryiph was already starting to grow bored, the sound of conversation beginning to grow distant and fuzzy as if he were underwater and even the sight of the things around him began to shorten like when you look through an unforced telescope. Unfortunately he was brought back to reality as the third member who had been the quietest so far moved a bright line directly into his view causing Seryiph to snap back to some sort of reality and focus his attention on the figure holding such a flame. It seemed though that figure had nothing of substance to say to him and so naturally his gaze wandered to the last member of the group as he wondered if she would decide to bother him as well. . .*

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*It seemed not yet despite that Seryiph found himself beginning to feel a spark of interest in the women before him as their eyes locked the light glow of his iris still visible even through his tinted glasses. It was not because of her shock of rosey pink hair or the way the dress she wore teased the eyes and sparked the imagination, no it was neither of those. Glancing away from her he looked to either shoulder looking at the fluffed up pillowy pads he had there and then back to the women . . .*

*For the first time a question popped into the young gods mind as he regarded Zeiphara his eyes no longer locking with hers but instead aimed slightly downward nearer her chest.*

*'Those look like comfy pillows- how soft are they?'*
Wendell
*Girveon listened to all the Gods, especially the new arrival and his interesting... Wording on the goddesses breasts. Not that he could blame him, she was beautiful, easy for anyone to fall for, at least not as easily as Girveon, he had his eyes on a different prize. Making an interesting creation, one that he would definitely benefit from, and of course gaining Allie's while he was at it. First he had to talk with the new comer.* 

" **Now sleeping beauty is finally waking up. He saw himself a set of pinky's tits and he's becoming more awake by the minute. In that case, I must ask, what is your domain and name?... It must have something... To do with your interesting behavior.** " 

*Girveon chuckled, finding the man's guts to say as he pleases quite amusing. Definitely a useful trait, but his slow behavior can be quite the patience tester. But Girveon knew one thing, in any strategy game, patience is always key, even if it's the most painful. But even if that's the case... Girveon's luck knows no bounds, there must be a reason why another modern looking god appeared before him...* 

*Of course, Girveon then simply looked at the other Gods in the area, and smirked at them, and simply said...* 

" **It seems... Maybe our mother simply has will to grant us more gifts. The gifts being more allies to rely on, especially in a world filled with gods. But the true game is to not reveal all your cards before the actual game... Just enough of a poker face to fool those around you. No matter the case, this for certainty is a winning hand, as long as we play our cards correctly. That being said...** " 

*He looks back at the slumbering god, and simply asks...* 

" **What is your name?.. Seeing you might be too tired to move... Our new friend Gullivario can most certainly give you a lift as well... To some very comfortable chairs, couches and pillows... As many as you like. But you'll need to pay the buy-in with information first... Understand?** " 

*Girveon was a little smug, but very intent on getting to his goal, ambition, which was much needed in this group if they were going to give their best chance. However, it seemed Gullivario nor Zeiphara didn't have any issues with that, which made them very viable. However, this new guy, an interesting character indeed, seemed very out of it, but something told Girveon that this character of a person, has more to offer than a simple yawn to the face. So Girveon then asked this...* 

" **Besides... Since you're a God, and we're all Gods, what would you like to create in our world we'll soon call our home... That's if you're interested in having good pillows that is...** " 

*Girveon did throw a light tease, but he wasn't joking, if Seryiph did agree, he would have these things he might want. But Girveon was only testing the waters, seeing that he seemed like he had something to do with sleep, and there's nothing better than gaining a benefit after doing a few chores, and Girveon understands rewards are the reasons why many takes risk in the begin with, so this situation won't be any different. He then finally said...* 

" **I guess it's also fair the other Gods introduced themselves as well. After all, you guys are apart of this party, and together... We'll most certainly make this a celebration...** " 

*Girveon said with a simple light smirk and a small snicker.. Also he seemed to also took out his lighter, and another cigar seemingly wanting another good smoke, even him not being a god of sloth, he was pretty worn out now, repeating things multiple times can get tiring naturally.. But this should be the best time to get use to it, especially since they'll be alive for eternity.*