Lee
"The escape of the Devourer does not speak of the strength of the traitor." She told Adira, "But of the incompetence of the gods who attempted to stop him." She watched as Xanthous arrived to try and make himself feel more important than her truly was again. It was almost impressive, how he managed to make himself seem less and less impressive each time he tried to claim dominion and superiority over the rest of them. Still, what he had said reminded her of the betrayal of one of their own, siding with the Devourer and protecting him from a fatal blow. At the very least, the pathetic god seemed to be focused on ending the Devourer, so he would spend most of his time chasing that goal instead of annoying the rest of them.

What Majesty showed the rest of them, though, was *Far* More important than any of the blather that their self-proclaimed Prince had spouted. She narrowed her eyes as she saw the Devourer himself, and as one of the few *Proactive* Gods there, she summoned her Abundances. "And why are we not already down there, reminding him he is not welcome among us?" She growled, "Why do some of you have fragments *Fraternising* With him?" She had half the mind to go down there and attack, but she wanted to hear what excuses the others had to spew before she started a fight with the traitor god that dared crawl back to their ranks.

They would feel the Wheatmother's essence fragmenting. Most of her essence had been here in the Hall, but only about a tenth of her now remained as the majority of her was sent down to deliver justice upon the betrayer. She expected at least a few of the other gods to follow suit. Surely not *All* Of her siblings could be weak and pathetic enough to refuse to aid her in this battle against this aberration that had once been their brother. The sliver of Triticea that remained regarded the other gods with disapproval, a silent, *"Well?"* Communicated just through her expression alone.
Ruth
Hmm? Why'd Xanthous say I tried to fought brother Edon... That was just helping mother to not feel pain from his actions...?

'Ah... Brother Edon is there then...? I do think I shall give him an earful of the fruit he rejected... Though Gaia didn't seem to think it was... Good for him to eat it either..?' TSU thought as she stared as to Maj's project, though she also kinda wanted to get closer to Maj to... She seemed much like her Dolls...

"Miss... Sister...? Might I... Lay to your arm... I might be... Chilly... Though hopefully not too much so... May I?" TSU tried to ask mini-maj, though with so much to listen to she though to take some breaks to do such as listen, then continue her query... Though she did also not get why Edon was much, much more distasteful than even Vemtra... Did Gaia's imposement make them think such...?
Mark
"**HAH~!**" *Majesty's wicked giggle precepted a terrible turn of events, a spontaneous shift from planning to execution which was to send our Nach doubling over in a fit of laughter. That murky malformed fragments of her dissolving before reconstituting itself several times over, wriggling and writhing through the floor.* "Aahhhaahahahahaaaa~! Ahahahhaaaa~! HAH! Haaaaaa~! Most- Most marvelous! What a wonderfully whimsical whoa you've brought upon us, oh dear marvelously miniature Maji-Maji... We knew we so adored you!"

*A splendid stroke of spontaneity, our Nach was content to listen and wait here whereas she laid slit through the serpent's spirt elsewhere. She quite miffed to not have thought of this, oh but she was far too caught up by how marvelous Majesty's maneuver was to care! Such harrowing hilarity was sure to ensue, and now she had a mind to seize this opportunity and fan the flames further.*

"Ohohohohooo~! You tell I, you tell I~! It were a ritual it was, and that THING there was invited! The bones? They're of peculiar persuasion we suppose... None had taken arms by our arrival, curious! Cure-cure-e-US! Oh but not as curious as why we hadn't taken arms, are we an ally of their midst? A betrayer, also? Maybe~! Gehehegagaghehehh... Maybe not? You'll see, you'll seeee... Clear it'll be, clear as I myself."

*Our Nach was far from clear at the moment, but regardless, her form here dissolved and left no trace of itself.*
Ralph
Soldr pointedly ignored Xanthous, instead watching as Rav'ni seemed to agree with his plan. And when Majesty brought up a vision of where Edon was, a wicked grin crossed Soldr's face.

"Alright, first priority for the new Pantheon is to end this asshole." Soldr said, his green eyes turning a ruby red and starting to glow.

"Guess it's time for that ritual, huh Rav?" He said, snapping his fingers and forming a huge battle axe of brilliant orange energy in his hand.

"I don't like it when someone picks on someone weaker than them." Soldr said. As he went for the portal, he was already shifting into his war form. He blinked, and he had two pairs of eyes, one above the other. Two mouths, two, and when he talked it was with both at once. His legs were getting longer too , his hands distending into monstrous claws.

**"Let's go teach him a lesson."** He growled, stepping through the image as if it were a portal and into the meeting with Edon and the others.
Loretta
Suzu didn't get a responce, which more then any thing caused her to relax a bit, or well... It did for a breif moment until she realized that every one had run off to fight Edon... She considered joining, feeling the pressure to join... But it wasn't exactly like she was an avid fighter... Oh well... As long as she kept part of her essence somewhere else right? 

A bit more paranoid then most, she wasn't just going to go with one split in though, but rather leaving the fragment that was here here, and splitting off one more some where else as she pinned her ears to her head.

"Are... You guys sure that charging in without a plan is the best idea, didn't he already avoid this once?" She asked to no one in particular.
Emma
As Melancholia reached to feel where Savarii had been hiding, the spider would skitter around, perhaps risking to even crawl and brush against the goddess' own hand as she did so. Savarii's attention was interrupted by the movement of the cloak, now that Melancholia was approaching Rav'Nixander and the subject of much more focus, she couldn't just drop off of the goddess or crawl on the exterior of the cloak lest she then be seen and found by more than just the goddess she had been hiding on. Of course, she was still a spider, something that could easily be ignored or even missed if she dropped anyway... But she noticed the suspicion of all the other gods nearby, something that might drive them to investigate the presence of another living being further. 

As such, Savarii's movements would be more erratic. Those who focused especially close on Melancholia may even catch a glimpse of the lower half of the spider moving and disappearing further into the cloak as it flickered and moved.

Then Xanthous emerged, fueling suspicion even further. Some may not have noticed his warning about mistrusting younger gods, but Savarii caught that loud and clear. She hissed to herself, did the god suspect her in particular? Was he referring to somebody else? Was he merely making an educated guess? She wouldn't take any chances, of course, but she did *Not* Take kindly to him spreading so much suspicion that would cast *Her* In a negative light. Not that she didn't *Enjoy* The negative light. As a Queen and Goddess of outcasts, she reveled in such a thing... Any publicity *Was* Good publicity, especially for a god who essentially fed on popularity, but she didn't enjoy it when it clashed with her more pragmatic needs and desires.

Then, things got worse for her... Majesty makes her little reveal of Edon's appearance in the Void mere moments before Savarii could figure out how to react to his appearance. Almost immediately, Savarii knew this meant she would *Not* Be talking at this gathering any longer. She had the possibility to reveal her presence, maybe add some information or even help move the meeting along. It would have been beneficial if she wanted to use the information she had learned here *Without* Garnering suspicion later on, and she could even deflect suspicion by helping them out... But now, it was better for her other form to play dumb and act as if she had no clue or association around Edon's crimes or any attempts to stop them. 

Her other form was at the ritual and her best chance was to simply ignore Edon's existence and treat him as any other god to deflect suspicion off of herself, something she could not do if people knew she even remotely was involved in this meeting. She *Really* Entertained the idea to reveal herself and stop them, not for any desire to save Edon's skin... But to keep the ritual progressing smoothly, the easier she could spread to other mortal realms, the better for her. Unfortunately, such a move could easily be seen as protecting Edon and not being on "Kill on sight" Terms with the snake god was something she wished not to be discovered or investigated.

As all the different gods left or fragmented to go towards Edon, Savarii recoiled and dropped from her place in Melancholia's cloak. Assuming she hadn't been found (which was still very possible), she would move further into another corner of the Hall of the Gods, taking a risky path to hide herself further in the shadows and crevaces of the Hall of the Gods, closer to where Suzu was.

She risked being spotted on her way there, but once she got there, she would have a much harder time being discovered and an easier time moving around the outskirts of the meeting undetected. Should Melancholia had found her, however, she would merely crawl into a sleeve, forgoing all this cloak and dagger movement and playing the "Im just a regular spider" Card unless she was certain this god was Melancholia.
Dale
*They were going to war again. Majesty had given a glimpse of their foe at an acceptable arena and most of the gods **Lept** To go fight him. Rav let out a sigh, a performative gesture given its avatar had no need to breathe.*

"I shall. Remain here. And weave containment. I would *Prefer*. That the rest of you keep him *Distracted*. I would *Prefer*. That be through debate of Bones' new ritual. Rather than *Violence*. I shall. Remain here. And weave containment. Any gods who would prefer *Not* To join in the likely battle you all wish to render. May join your voices in mine for the weaving."

*Even for the god whose voice is measured and restrained, that was a tense tone. Saying nothing more, Rav closed his eyes and began to hum the opening tones of ritual action.*
Willard
Though she'd tried very hard to be polite, Mini-Maj couldn't keep a wicked little giggle from escaping as her plan went off exactly as predicted. Triticea, Soldr, and Nach... Ah, how she adored all three of them! Would that all the other gods were so fun to manipulate, and not boring stuffy mineral-things like whatever Rav'nixander was.

She collected herself, and cleared her throat. "Alas, We feel it is Our duty to go and aid the others. A nonviolent solution *Would* Be ideal, of course, but these things so rarely go as planned..." A glance and a smile to the irritated Rav. "We'll leave the containment in your *Trustworthy* Hands. Act with haste, if you can; We don't know how things will escalate on the other end."

Before she left, however, there was just *One* More thing to take care of. With her tiny wings flapping, the little Archfiend hopped right up to TSU and wrapped her short arms tight around the ashen goddess's form. "How's this? Pretty warm, aren't We?" Another little giggle from her, for she was indeed perfectly toasty. A truly huggable demon if there ever was one.

She cuddled her for a long moment, and then gently released her grasp. "You stay here and help Rav'nixander with his ritual, okay? We'll meet with you again, We promise." Though she didn't know TSU very well, her domains alone made her very interesting to Majesty, and she'd need to catch up with her at a better time. Right now, however?

Right now she had a dragon to slay.

"Pray for Our glorious success. This is Our final message! Goodbye!" And with that, the adorable Mini-Maj dissolved into a swarm of minuscule red motes, and promptly vanished from sight.