Willard
"Ehehehe...!" So many gods, so much intrigue! It all made Majesty feel positively cheerful, enough so that she had to wonder if it was a quirk of her current shape. Was this what they called 'getting in touch with one's inner child?'

Whatever. If she felt happy, she may as well revel in it. Let these peasants think what they would of her; she'd just charm them again later anyway. First, the tiny demoness stamped her way over to Onesifi and stared up at them with an expectant smile. "Oh, We know, dear. Aren't We cute? You may reach down and pat Our head if you wish; We will allow it just this once." She flashed them a viciously adorable grin, and then marched her way past TSU and Soldr with a brief glare at the latter as she went by. "Do not question Our aesthetic choices, you himbo! We shall be as small as We damn well like." She wouldn't refuse if he wanted to pat her head too, though, so long as he wasn't patronizing about it.

Really, though, there was only one god in the room who interested her right now. The Mini-Maj made a beeline for Adira the moment she appeared, and proceeded to pace in circles around the little goddess while humming appreciatively at her form. "Hmm, yes, very good. Five out of five stars." Only when she had completed a very thorough inspection of the marine monarch did she finally spare a glance for Rav, and a mutter in his direction.

"What, that grouchy little worm?" She didn't bother trying to hide her disdainful eye-roll. "Oh, yes, let's try to *Understand* The baby-eater. His noble *Motives* For baby-eating. Surely there is much to be gained from an open dialogue, which he definitely won't use to manipulate us against each other." Honestly, where would the gods even be without her? The Archfiend had shown them all *Exactly* How to deal with Edon the moment he showed his ugly face at the ritual just prior.
Mary
*Maybe, I shouldn't get myself into something I don't understand. Oh well, there might spelling people grammar mistakes here. Mistakes are always made, even by the most well meaning people. Perhaps, I'll meet new friends and they can tell me what happened with me.*

Amythyst moved closer towards the group. She spied someone who looked familiar. Amythyst was in her regular form, and even so she wouldn't be noticed. Even if she was noticed, no one would care enough to watch after a second or two. Amythyst tried to sneak towards the deities she somewhat knew. She wouldn't speak, that was certain. All of these deities looked like they knew what they were talking about, and Amythyst craved for that. The only thing she knew was grammar, so she would only speak about that. Listening to every word of the others' speeches, her two brain cells split up tasks. One brain cell actually listened and processed what the others were saying. The other listened for proper speech. 

*Hmmmm, all seems proper here. Did someone eat a baby? Yes, there is certainly much to be gained from open dialogue. If we all just thought our thoughts, I won't be able to spell check them.* Her brain picked out bits and ignored the rest, that was simply the way her brain worked. Despite being a bookworm, she often glossed over important details. The only thing she wouldn't dare gloss over was her proper writing. She stayed in the back. She didn't need to see anyone to hear their mistakes.
Emma
Onesifi's little... *Switch* Caught Savarii's attention. If he had simply called Adira "Shea", she may not have bat a single, spidery eye. However, she took notice that "Rav'nixander" Was quickly replaced with "Rothelen". It appeared his complaints had sparked the newcomer to ditch the name, or perhaps it was a nickname? Perhaps both names were fake? Savarii hissed with irritation from her shadowy little outcropping near the waterclock, scuttling a bit closer to get a better view of all the other late arrivals. It appeared the only names she could now safely rely on being some *Mild* Truth were Her Majesty, Rav'nixander, Suzuhime and Triticea or Titicaca or whatever it was. Even then, Onesifi's attempts at gaslighting the hidden goddess weren't ineffective, she wasn't as confident in the possibility those names were correct, and any further slip ups of other people's names could be easily chalked up as another fake name unless something clearly convinced her otherwise. 

At the very least, as Abrielle appeared in the hall, Savarii recognized a fragment of the goddess she had encountered on the roots. Her spidery eyes narrowed and she avoided the construct that had spawned from the leaf, unsure if the presence of an insect so symbolically tied to Savarii would tip her off to the goddess' presence.

With more people coming, Savarii was feeling more confident in approaching the main area through various outcroppings, shadows and grooves within the halls. She dropped from the waterclock with a piece of web, quickly detaching herself from it she approached the new figure of Melancholia. While Savarii lacked the knowledge of who really was behind that cloak, the cloth she had draped over herself however *Did* Catch Savarii's attention.

Of course, it presented an intriguing mystery as to the identity of this newcomer but... More importantly, loose cloth was a great place to hide closer to the meeting itself and could be used to get closer to hide on the bodies of various other guests. As Melancholia would pass by, the spider would quickly pivot to the figure and snag onto the cloth, quickly crawling into the folds and hiding on the inside of the pieces of cloth further from the goddess' body. 

She *May* Feel a very slight ripple on her cloak and a few odd strings of webbing may be visible where Savarii had attached herself, however she was moving as carefully and quickly as any bug, barely applying any pressure on the cloth to make it move. Savarii's weak, divine presence might be sensed as it got so close, but she still hoped it was heavily masked and diluted by the powerful presences of all these other nearby gods. The spider form of the goddess would crawl over just out of the grooves and folds of the cloth to be able to peer out to the other guests of this little gathering, already looking for who else she could possible climb onto should she need to reposition. 

Rav'nixander, or "Rothelen", was off the table. A spider would stand out like a massive pimple on a crystal catboy, and he was clearly at the centre of this meeting and drawing too much attention. "Her Majesty's" Cute form was very approachable and clearly looking to be in the centre of the action, a good spot to watch and learn but not to hide. The small body and attention she was grabbing making hiding on Mini-Maj a risky move. The same applied to the child-like form of Adira, or "Shea", as Onesifi had called her, although her robes did seem to have more loose cloth and intricate designs she could hide in without making her presence to noticeable.

Onesifi was likely off limits to hide, he already seemed much more alert and paranoid than the others, even the slightest movement on him might trigger suspicion. Amythsts new presence was also considered by the spider, who's beady eyes peered out of Melancholia's cloak to stare at the god. She was completely unaware this was the newly birthed goddess of grammar's regular form due to the nature of the meeting and, as such, didn't think much of it. 

As the purpose of the meeting was stated however, Savarii's eyes stopped moving around the hall and quickly locked onto Rav'nixander. *This appeared to be about Edon...* Perhaps coming so inconspicuously was indeed the smartest decision Savarii made, she applauds herself quietly on her forward thinking and not attracting any attention to herself, this was *Definitely* Not the sort of conversation she wanted to blindly enter. If nothing else, it would give her another opportunity to collect more information and get another perspective on this God of Fate.

It *Was* Of course a bit upsetting to her this snake was so blatant about being a big threat that he warranted a meeting of this sort, it definitely was not the most *Ideal* Of circumstances. *Somebody really ought to teach that god about subtlety...* Savarii thinks, unamused. Now there was a ticking timer for Edon to act before everybody inevitably organized and figured out how to mitigate any threat he posed. As Mini-Maj took the stage, the goddess would have probably smirked if the spider form had any capability to do so.

Not only was the cute little form of the goddess quite amusing and cute, Savarii herself enjoyed the goddess' astute observations and concerns of the matter. She liked this creature's decisiveness and boldness. She found herself strongly respecting her ability to just take the stage and immediately call out all the issues she took with what was happening.
Ruth
Yea... Edon did say he killed her... So that's why we're here? Is that what they consider necessary for... Shattering... I sure hope my thoughts don't whispers the same... 

"He um... Wouldn't let me stay in his realm, got real grumpy... But lots of others have done the same..." TSU said to Rav, though still peeking from a corridor so maybe not in voice. 

Hmm? She didn't know majesty nor her vibes, though sense she was quite friendly. Maybe she should follow her? Wait... Would that make the secret part of the meeting's request... In vain? 

She did though, notice Savarii was here? She only vaugly knew her a bit because her selves were slowly seeping back into her major, but it did seem odd as she show... Bugs which she at Edon's realm just earlier... Why would she be allowed and not TSU... One of Ashs...
Lynn
Adira watched the other gods carefully, her eyes discerning. She gave a quiet nod at Onesifi who seemed to agree with her question. Next was Majesty, who gave Adira much more childish vibes than the rest of the gods. Was she always like this? Perhaps it was the disguise- Adira did not know, nor did she seek to know. Not yet, at least.

She allowed herself the smallest smile as she looked at Majesty. "Thank you, elder sister." She giggled, patting Majesty's head. It was an odd movement, because Majesty and Adira were about at the same height. "Is sister alright?" She continued. 

"Now then, straight to the point of this meeting, as some of you are so terribly *Boring*," Adira's eyes found Rav'nixander, as she considered him the initiator of this meeting. "Who is this... Baby-eater? And what threat do they pose?" She asked, feeling terribly unprepared. Adira was only recently born; the only god she really knew at all was Onesifi, and they still where simply acquaintances. The other gods seemed simply uninteresting- the only one who caught her attention was Majesty, and that was really it. Of course first impressions were important, but Adira had a sneaking suspicion some gods were not as they seemed. In a place like this, with little divinity and disguises, no god could be sure who was their ally or who was their enemy. At least they were all here for a common goal.
Lee
"Understand him?" She raised a scornful eyebrow. Her attitude spoke of the Pueri, though the eloquence of Genetrix controlled her words. "What use is there to understand the Devourer?" She scoffed, taking a step forward. "Paralysis by such indecision is the very reason that you and the others at the battle *Failed* To uproot the weed growing amongst this garden, brother." She seemed entirely unimpressed by the other gods here. How quick her siblings were to stoop to childish insults, when all that truly mattered was effectiveness and efficiency. Her eyes flickered from sister to brother as she strode forward with slow but deliberate steps.

"What use is there to waste time on insults and attempts to *Understand*?" She growled impatiently, "No understanding will absolve the cancer of his sin!" And more than that... The time they were wasting on their petty insults. Adira had called them boring... Ha. A child's notion! She would not indulge it. She did not think it fitting to insult her siblings, that it only showed a level of immaturity and inefficiency that she could not respect. The Devourerer, of course, was an exception, for he was no longer her sibling. Some of them demanded to know *Who* The Devourer was, but as far as she was concerned the reasons behind his actions were entirely irrelevant to a meeting like this.

"There is no justification for what he has done. We should make haste to remove him promptly." In a situation like this, the goddess of the harvest cared only for cold efficiency. Context mattered not, for there was no context in existence that would save Edon's soul from his evils. She stared down each and every one of the gods that had gathered here, daring any of them to suggest some fantasy where what the Devourer had done might possibly be somewhat justified. "When one would turn on our unripe siblings, they forfeit their right to existence." She spoke with complete conviction, as if she were laying down a fact rather than an opinion.
Ralph
"You're so cute like this..." Soldr said to Majesty. She'd feel his hand alight softly on her head. A little heavy, but warm and comfy. She reminded him of a puppy or kitten and he had just felt a sudden compulsion to reach out and pet the archfiend.

"Psst, what's a himbo...?" Soldr whispered to Suzu and Rav'nixander. It looked like the meeting was officially starting. He rested his chin on his fist, listening intently. When Rav'ni revealed what the meeting was about, he cracked a slight grin. He'd actually just been thinking of how to take care of The Devourer.

"I agree, there's no justification for what he did." Soldr said. "But I wonder... Why did he want to do it in the first place? Was he hungry? Did he think it would make him stronger?" Soldr wondered.

"We can figure it out and go after him at the same time. We don't need to understand him, but information's a weapon too." He said. He then turned back to Rav'nixander, smiling a little. He was impatient to see what his brother was cooking up.

"Don't keep us waiting. Tell us what kind of ritual we're doing." He said, goading the other god on. "I was toying with sending my demigod to go kill him for a while, but I guess that wouldn't really stick, would it?"
Michael
Under the thick cloak, the skeletal figure... Smiled. She knew everything, but she would not tell; what was she? A fool? Unlike her host, she was not completely brainless, and she was cautious of what she was doing. Meetings and events were not exactly things she took likings to. Her presence in the Hall of the Gods would have been missing, had she not been aware of the "Secretive" Circumstances. However, she was a nobody. It would not be brought into examination.

In the midst of the others' chatter, the quiet voice of Melancholia spoke up. It was feeble and shaky, even in the mere two words it uttered.
 Know."
She could have gone on.
*"I know... Something that you don't."*
But the goddess of sadness had self control, and she did not let her tongue slip up. Her thoughts were too loud in her head for her to even notice the tiny spider that had suddenly weaved its way into her cloak, for she was deeply pondering and sulking in the menacing power of the meeting.

She came came closer to the others, nothing of her splintered face showing but the tips of a chin. While everyone else assumed power, attraction, and the lead, Melancholia could only laugh at the idiocrasy of it all. It was useless! Lies were not her native language, but who was to stop her from using them? It wasn't as if anybody here knew who the goddess was. One dainty hand reached out from under the cloth to de-wrinkle a suspicious fold, only for it to land on a thin, glittering thread of spider silk.

Bringing it closer to her face to observe it, the slightest hints of her empty nose became visible for a short moment. Melancholia reprimanded herself; slip-ups were not undoable. Why was there spider silk in her hood? The texture of it was odd, as though it had not come from a normal arachnid. Surrounded by enemies, she knew that every little thing was to be questioned and investigated. She was superstitious, and it was for a good reason. No one here was on her side. No one understood.

The silly little goddesses in the center of the room were ridiculous. Even though Melancholia was on Edon's side, she could still admit that his plans should have been ones to bring heavy attention to. They were important. The gods and their fake names.. The idiotic grammar goddess...

It made her mad.

Why was she so alone? Nobody in this hall understood her. Why? What did she ever do? What did HE ever do? 
The right thing, that was what he did. Stopping that unborn god from being birthed into a miserable life was the best thing Edon could have done, and she believed she would forever stand by his well thought-out choice. The smile that had once been on her face faded, replaced by a small frown.
Dale
*There is a sudden thump as Rav taps the bottom of his staff against the floor.*

"**You hold incorrect assumptions about my methodology.**"

*A pause, to let the gods fall silent.*

"I do not seek understanding out of some sense of empathy or desire for reconciliation. I seek to understand the slayer so that what we do here. Our solution. Does not play further into his motives."

*The god of mortal works got up from the seat and began pacing.*

"I seek to understand the fate he sees and how he sees it. So that we rebuke it's path here and now. I seek to understand his abilities. So that our method cannot be turned against us as a weapon or corruption. And I seek to understand his motives. So that his malevolence can be stopped here and now in the cleanest and most effective process."

*He stands behind his chair and looks out over the assembly.*

"**This is not empathy. This is tactics.**"

*The eyes flicked over to the approaching god of sadness.*

"You know? Share your information. Then."