Willard
The gods, being gods, all wanted their say. Majesty stood firm in her place near the middle of the room, letting them chatter on for a minute while her handy scroll listed down each of their ideas as it came.

*-Creation of a common demiplane*
*-Drawing power directly from gods*
*- Multiple demiplanes used as sources*
*- Unfettered access to source demiplane*
*- Restrict magic to stronger mortals*
*- Limit number of times mortals can use magic*
*- Create a system of counter-magic*
*- Let magic bleed freely from its source*
*- Require mortals to chant spells aloud*

Nine major amendments in total, not counting smaller caveats like the exclusion of Bones' realm. Many of them contradicted each other, and nearly all drew heated opposition from other parties. With no clear majority behind any set of proposals, and deities prancing madly across the room, discord now reigned supreme in the Hall of Gods, an endless squabble that would only end in tears.

*...Or would it?* Though she hadn't written it down, there was one proposal that had nonetheless garnered overwhelming majority support. And it was her own.

The existence of magic. The system of exchange that would allow it to work. The idea of each god involved shaping their own facet of that system. All seemed to pass through would little objection, and even the general idea of using demiplanes for power seemed to have taken hold of most of her guests. Where others may have seen only discord, Majesty could perceive the quiet unity starting to crystallize, her will extending like a shadow over the debate without her even uttering a word of argument.

*Ah, where would you all be without Us? Come, dear siblings. Let Us put you in your place.*

She clapped her hands three times, slow and steady. Not so harsh as to ring in their ears, but too loud to possibly be ignored. If anyone had yet to notice her list, they would surely see it now, at the exact same time as her voice rose again to command the floor:

"All right, all right, let us now take a moment to consider. We are grateful to all who shared their thoughts and wisdom, but it is clear that we cannot possibly encompass every view within the bounds of a single ritual." She pressed her hands together, closing her eyes for a moment as if to mourn that fact that, ever so sadly, some of these proposals would have to be *Cut.*

She did not need the support of everyone in the room, after all. Only enough to make the ritual go through, and outnumber any leftover dissenters who tried to counteract it.

"Let us begin with this. Countermagic, was it?" Majesty met Suzuhime's eyes, a warm and gentle smile upon her crimson lips. "A fascinating idea. Too complex to implement on a large scale, We are afraid, but perhaps your school of magic could revolve around this? A form of magic built to negate any other it is matched against, so that mortals who learn it would have a means to protect themselves. Yes, We imagine they would be quite thankful to you for that."

One down.

"Now, We understand the urge to favor the strongest mortals—why design a greater being, if not to be *Greater?* But Our plan already accounts for this, if you think about it. The mortal use of magic will require a price, and will more powerful beings not find such prices easier to pay? The strength to gather raw materials, the powerful bodies and natural abilities that allow them to perform actions impossible for their feeble kin... Yes, We believe the strong will do just fine. If they are truly strong, then they should not *Need* Such special favor from us." She met Wyrd's gaze for a moment, as if daring him to challenge that last assertion.

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"On that note, We see no need to limit magic to any particular number of uses." Her attention was on Triticea, now. "So long as We can guarantee that magic will not harm its users, then the price alone should serve as enough of a limitation, no? Though you are welcome to impose further restrictions on your own school should you wish.

"Next. Drawing power directly from gods is right out: half the point of this ritual was to work around our limitations as deities. Trying to fuel so grand an endeavor entirely through our own raw might would only serve to weaken and distract us." She shook her head. "We will not compromise on that. Chanting out spells, however... We have no objection. So long as we account for different mortal means of conveying language, then it should be an easy addition to accept.

The scroll turned over, and a new list was drawn, the chanting proposal singled out along with the four she had yet to mention. Now came the elephant in the room, the biggest point of contention: the source.

"We have addressed the less contentious points, but We hear your various concerns. Let Us first say that We never had any intention of stopping up the flow of magic, nor wielding the prospect of it as a threat." She nodded towards Vivienne, thankful that the goddess had already more or less made this argument for her. 

"To make Our plane a source would require a power greater than Our own, and would thus not be within Our power to revoke. Furthermore, We believe the connection itself would serve to sustain the plane even in the unlikely event of Our passing." She held out her hands, peaceful and unarmed, as innocent as could be. Except for the devil horns, of course. "But just to be wholly sure: We will also accept the proposal advanced by Nach. Let power bleed out from Our plane freely into the mortal world, and there be shaped according to mortal spells. We will forfeit the right to cease or hamper this process, and once the raw energies have left Our plane they will be beyond Our control regardless."

Here it was. Her first compromise proposal.

**"Let us use the ritual to enforce the flow of power from my plane to the mortal realms, and protect it against interference. Once these energies arrive in the various realms, they may then be readily harnessed at a cost. These exchanges will be catalyzed through the use of mortal language, and will naturally serve to regulate the use of magic based on individual dedication and merit."** She looked to several of the gods in turn. "Nach, Vivienne, we trust you find this agreeable? And you, Bea: your mortals may use magic for whatever impractical purposes they desire. Mr. Bones, should you wish only to forbid this ritual from touching your realm, then We will happily accept your support."

Next, she focused on the others, reaching across the aisle to see if they would be at all more amenable. "We have addressed your principal concerns, have We not? There is no need at all for Us to have sole power over the existence of magic, and as you can see, We will readily forgo it. We ask only to act as a simple guardian, offering up Our own plane in return for mortal gratitude and security against the very tampering you all fear." Her voice grew a little softer, almost humble. "Our concerns are not so different from yours, truly."

She could feel the anticipation building. Most of them probably had whole speeches ready to deliver in response, and were eagerly awaiting their moment in the spotlight. Time for the next round of bickering then: hopefully a little more focused than the last.

With her arms spread wide, she put a final question to the room. "Who is now in favor? Who has qualms yet to be voiced? Come, let us find an answer as one, and work together to do our mother proud!"
Dale
The crystal hummed as concerns were raised, ideas brought forth and then addressed and finally a compromise proposal was brought forth. Rav'nixander found it... Acceptable, for the most part. Power to the mortals, spread evenly bar those who barred it to their lands, shaped by word and will... Egalitarian, theoretically. There was still one quibble.

"This agreement is acceptable. However I would still wish to create a secondary battery realm from which power can also flow. Even if the power of your realm cannot be stymied, the source itself could be harmed. A backup would increase the integrity of the entire system. Additionally, by placing it in metaphysical orbit opposite to your own, coverage may be increased."
Loretta
Suzuhime listened to this counter offer, she admits she was a bit disappointed in the rejection of the countermagic without shifting it entirely onto her, especially when she already had a diffrent idea for what she had intended to do... But it is what it is... As far as she could tell this was going to happen and it was better to get in on the ground with it rather then withdrawing suport over disapointment... Though he tail still curled around her, giving it away through bodylanguage alone how she felt about this.

"I... Will admit I am not the biggest fan of just letting the magic bleed through unopposed, that is too chaotic... Too dangerous for the mortals... Its not that I am agianst the magic being in the enviroment, but for it to do so wildly is... Not something I can endorse, if a counter-system being inate is off the table...", She responds to the counter proposal... Forcing herself to bring this objection forward.

"I would like to request that if we do go with this system, we are able to determine what form the magic will take within our realms... Perhaps our more chaotic comrades would be fine with energies running wild... But in my case, for my realm... I want magic to take the form of cold steel when it arrives, a solid element that the mortals will have to work... Not a wild whirlwind that they can fall into and be disorted by.", she pauses thinking that maybe she should ad a bit more to this.

"Don't get me wrong, I do not wish to enforce my desire for this specifically on any one else, I simply wish that we all have the choice in what form the natural magics will take... Even if they do just... Happen"
Tiffany
Bea's face settled into a dry, somewhat annoyed expression as she leaned back in her seat. This meeting was painfully dull. Leave it to her siblings to suck the fun out of something that should've been entertaining. Why must they be so caught up in who controlled this and what controlled that? Why couldn't they just skip to the fun part?

She picked up a cookie and took a bite, glancing around the hall, waiting for things to get fun. At some point, she started to tune out the other gods. If she didn't she'd probably die of boredom.

Luckily, another goddess burst into the hall, clad in clothes so utterly ridiculous that Bea couldn't help but pay attention. She watched as the goddess- Silly- sauntered around the room, her air of authoritative confidence juxtaposed with her clothing. How comical.

Bea held back a giggle as the goddess scolded another god. Finally, something interesting. Seeing her siblings get confronted in such a manner was beyond entertaining. Of course, Bea's amusement didn't last long, seeing as she was next on Silly's verbal hit list.

She stared at the goddess, dumbfounded, but before she could ask what she meant by "Wrong" Silly rushed off to yell at everyone else. **"Wrong? What's wrong with fun for fun's sake?"** Bea grumbled, too quiet for anyone other than those sitting next to her to hear.

She watched in disgruntled silence as her siblings got the same, albeit harsher treatment, waiting for Majesty to step in so they could hurry up with this magic business.

When Majesty did finally speak, her words went in one ear and out the other, save for her confirmation that Bea's magic could be as delightfully impractical as she wished. Aside from that one comment, she didn't understand much of what Majesty said.

Something about counter magic, something else about demiplanes. *What!?* Bea felt a bit self-conscious. Everyone else understood what was going on, but then again they had been paying attention.

*Aw rats,* Bea thought. *I* Do *Suck at my job.* Well, at least she got her fun magic. Her tail wagged at that, but her pouty expression never left her face.
Lee
The Wheatmother closed her eyes, considering all that she had been presented with. The proposal was acceptable, save for one thing. "I have only one objection to raise." She lifted a single finger with her right hand, jostling the basket of wheat that she had been holding with her other arm to adjust her position. "Should the Creator decide that this... Magic... Should have a deity of its own, you will aid us in helping that new god to source magic from *Their* Realm, rather than yours." She shook her head. "Do not misunderstand this for distrust, sister, but it would be unwise to overstep our assigned duties, to reach for domains that our Mother did not see fit to grant us." She reminded Majesty with a solemn expression.

As usual, the goddess of the harvest was most focused on the concept of purpose. How could she not, when she had no past life to look upon for guidance? All she had was the will of the Tree. She didn't much care what Majesty intended to do with the new power that this might grant her, but she did care that her sister was trying to claim a portfolio that Gaia had not seen fit to give her. Her concerns could be easily abated by conceding to her demands, though, since that would serve as proof that Majesty was only temporarily holding the position until a proper god of magic took form.

As far as she was concerned, though, Suzuhime's concern was a moot point. A god was supreme in their own home, and she doubted that they'd allow magic to exist in their own homes if they could not control the form that it took. Well, most of them, anyhow. She wasn't too sure about that Nach character, but for the most part the gods would be in charge of how magic was run in their realms, enough so that a great catastrophe would not befall their lands at the hand of this proposed wild magic. With her point made and her piece said, she brushed some of her golden hair out of her face and stepped back, allowing the others a chance to say whatever they desired.
Cynthia
Ethros focused his gaze on Majesty as she gave out the amended proposal, and worked the idea around in his head. This could work. This could work very easily. Let the energy flow into each realm, and allow the deities to work out their own boundaries. Perhaps as equal as they could possibly be, and yet allowing the gods to keep their authority.

*Besides,* A darker part of him mused in the back of his mind, *If the mortals attempt to go above their station, I can always just blast them.*

He felt the urge, perhaps childishly, to roll his eyes at the crystal deity's insistence at a secondary realm. "If someone tried to harm the source, it would be tantamount to a declaration of opposition against all deities whose mortals use the power. I think the threat of several deities going to war would be enough of a deterrent. If not, I'd gladly rain destruction down on the aggressor."

He said this nonchalantly, as if talking about a business transaction rather than a world-shaping event and threat of war should anyone interfere afterward.

He held in a sigh. Politics, a pain. However, he definitely wanted to contribute to the implementation of magic, rather than just allowing it to happen. He'd never just turn a blind eye to something that could affect his people so drastically.

"I do believe that Majesty's current proposal is for the best, allowing for the power to spread with wiggle room in our realms. Besides, we can control what happens in our own realms for the most part." He aimed the last sentence largely at Suzuhime.

He understood Triticea's concern, but he truly didn't see why the Mother would care. Gaia had given them life, that is true, but she allowed them to do what they wanted as Immortals. But that was a debate he didn't feel like having, and so remained silent on *That* Particular topic.
Mary
The room quickly flared up with discussion soon after the Queen spoke, and Onesifi was pleased with being the first one to add to the discussion. That meant that they now had time to witness the other replies and ponder on their own response to them. Of course, they had a desire to speak out after quite a few of the divine speeches, but going out of line would not leave a good impression. So they chewed on the berries that Calena passed them as they listened. They were a bit too spicy for their liking.

They took a good long look at Rav'nixander's strange form, trying to sense its intentions through its aura - and, weirdly enough, felt like they were trustworthy enough. From the first glance, they did not feel like it had any grand ambitions of its own- perhaps a trait that would make Onesifi roll their eyes at it at any other time, but in this situation it made for a perfectly neutral adjudicator. If the debate arrived to the idea that one deity behind one domain containing all magic was necessary - which they would prefer not to - they would rather back Rav than any other deity in this room.

Soldr seemed to agree with Onesifi's proposal. Although they were not sure about the idea of rerouting magic on a whim - would that not require another ritual? - they nodded towards the dragon god as he went back to his seat.

Ethros's response had Onesifi roll their eyes. There were some moments where Onesifi could swear the two stole some glances at each other - or maybe the deity of ambition imagined it after such an enormous lack of self-interest shown by the god of the sky. And besides, the whole closing-off one's realm to only some kinds of magic? It felt even more dishonest than simply shutting magic out from your realm entirely. At least in one case there is a manner of equality.

As the terrifying deer god contributed his own idea to the discussion of magic, Onesifi... Found themself almost snickering. This was the greatest missing of the point that they had seen - even in their previous life, they would imagine. What Wyrd wanted was to make those who are already powerful unnecessarily more so. Honestly, from his appearance, Onesifi could see it: a brute uninterested in anything but preserving whatever he deemed "Natural hierarchy". It was the most disgusting way a deity could exercise their power.. Onesifi would make sure to rip into the deer when it was their turn - if he would not have been utterly destroyed by the time their time came.

The eldritch god, Agraothrust, unfortunately seemed to have nothing to contribute to the fundamentals, for now. Onesifi had too little information to form any kind of opinion on him; perhaps more would reveal itself over the course of this ritual.

Triticea's rigidity made Onesifi roll their eyes - but, surprisingly enough, she and they managed to come to the same conclusions, despite their vastly different thought processes. It was one more testament as to how the results in a universe could never be truly predicted, they supposed.

The sudden appearance of the new goddess, Suzuhime, took Onesifi by surprise. And they were worried that they were late to the meeting! And, well, her idea of creating counters to magic - which would seemingly be used by the mortals themselves - was a rational one. Perhaps she could claim it as her own school of magic... Even if her domains did not quite align with this idea.

Nach was... Something. The insane goddess's ramblings were a bit too much to handle, and then another bit too much to comprehend. She seemed to hate Wyrd's idea - which was a point in her favor - but they would definitely need more time spent around the embodiment of chaos to truly understand her insane manner of speech before the next deity began to talk.

Calena was currently planning, as far as Onesifi could gather. This silence was actually rather appropriate to her domain, the deity of ambition found, just like their own eternal need for physical movement reflected their reign over travellers. In any case, this moment of quietness gave them a bit more time to puzzle together what Nach was trying to say.

Mr. Bones's reactions were expected - especially as their other consciousness was still talking to the skeletal god in the Evershifting Mountains. The feelings on their ideas were somewhat left on the part that focused more actively on him, however - and the god of the dead had not yet revealed his hand enough for Onesifi to fully decide how to play.

Vivienne was definitely the most experienced goddess amongst all who were sitting at the table when she started her speech. The clarifications she provided were invaluable - although they still did not quite change Onesifi's mind. Her clarifications of Nach's ideas were worth even more... As well as the main idea that they contained. Make the magic flow through the world without any external source? It was definitely the best deal for the mortals - and, in a way, for all the deities themselves. Onesifi was ashamed that they did not consider it themself, frankly.

The mortifying deity that went by the name of Keres surprisingly agreed with most of the ideas that Onesifi themself put forward. Perhaps they were more reasonable and less malevolent than her domains would assume - although there was still a strong force pushing them away.

The deity of ambition was ready for the discussion to wrap around back to Majesty - and then the unknown deity suddenly crashed through the feast, espousing how everyone was wrong - Onesifi chuckled once again. Truly, mere being late no longer seemed like a disaster in "Divine etiquette", if there truly was one. It felt... Liberating. In any case, as they listened to Silly's rain of words, they chuckled. So, which category were they, according to her? Selfish? As far as wanting to change the world to one's whims was selfish, they were. Weak? Perhaps they did not have enough of an impact yet to proclaim anything other than that. Fool? Once more, there was truth to that. Hopefully, she did not believe them a "Monster" Or "Malicious" - there were far more suitable deities for that.

To the figure sitting quietly, Onesifi paid no mind. He would be judged when he would actually speak up.

In the end, Majesty proposed an amended system - one that Onesifi was quite a bit more amenable to. While a shared source of power would suit them best among the realisable options, but the way Vivienne, Nach and the Archfiend described the new way to source the power to the mortals, it almost seemed like the demiplane would become a common one anyway - and any attempt to control would be counteracted by the inevitable leaks of magical energy.

So, when their turn to speak arrived again, they started pacing around the room again, first addressing Vivienne: "My gratitude for your elaboration on the nature of this ritual, sister. I must admit that I am not quite as experienced at creation as the other deities in the room, which is where my somewhat ignorant proposal came from. And let me add some more gratitude for deciphering Nach's wise words."

After that, they turned back to Her Majesty and curtsied before her. "I am glad that my assessment of your character was not wrong. This arrangement for the source of power for the mortals to use suits my own thoughts on this matter rather well. I would not say that I am finished with my speech just yet."

After that, the deity of ambition turned to Wyrd with a frown that stood in stark contrast with their previous courteous smile. "With all due respect," Of which there was none, "Brother, your proposal misses the purpose of this convention entirely. What you are proposing may as well be simple granting of boons - especially if you are the one deciding who is 'powerful enough' to wield magic. If you want to have your magic be obtained by physically fighting a manifestation of magic - or whatever it is your wild creations do - then be our guest... Within your own boundaries. Every deity here is supposed to set their own cost for their magic, after all. We do not want you imposing on our own desires with such foolish proposals."

They turned away on one heel, before facing the goddess who just crashed the ritual without even introducing herself, the same courteous smile plastered on their face. "I am afraid you misunderstand my intentions here, sister. I do admit that my usage of words might be a little... Harsh for what I truly want to say. I do not believe that power merely denotes the strength to impose one's will over others - in fact, in some ways that might be the lowest form of power. No, by power I mean the ability to change the world around oneself - and, if you look at it from that perspective, are brushes and paint not sources of power for an artist? Is a lever not a source of power for one who wishes to lift a stone beneath which their dear ones are trapped? But I digress. If you wish me to amend my speech by replacing the word 'power', then I will be happy to oblige".

With that, their concerns for the first round of negotiations were exhausted.

"Now, the current matter of debate seems to be the potential ways to limit the influence of particular sorts of magic in one's territory. This is a notion I strongly oppose." Remembering their talks with Mr. Bones on the topic, they did allow their speech to have exception: "While the dead already seem to enjoy a special status in the universe, for, perhaps, obvious reasons, and therefore I am amenable to limiting the amount of magic that can reach the realm of Mr. Bones, I believe that the rest of us should not enjoy any privileges to limit the influence of magic upon their realm. I believe that many of you are missing the very purpose of this ritual: and it is to allow mortals to share some of the tools that we are using, perhaps in exchange for something, but no matter where they are. We are doing this for the benefit of mortals first and foremost, not for our own benefit."

After a moral argument, a rational one followed "And besides, consider what the logical conclusion to this idea would be. All gods could simply lock off all magic except for their own from their realm - and in that, we would return to the status before the ritual was even conceived! If you are afraid for the safety of your mortals, create the school of magic that counters others, like Majesty had proposed. Let mortals control their own destinies and not have them bestowed by us."

After that, they closed their fist with a flourish, signifying that they were done speaking, for now.
Elizabeth
*Agraothrust listened quietly, he knew none of these beings but he knew from there smell and there appearances and powers that they where his kin, interesting kin indeed. He looked over each his many many eyes watching each closely. Every movement, every action- every word he listened to and watched closely. Listening, studying. He knew his instincts could only carry him so far and he wished go learn everything there was to learn about these so called kin* 

*There was the strange Goddess who appeared and began to yell at each god that had began to speak, she was strange- yelling and moving in simple matter. He wondered if that was the true nature of gods, to eventually become uncaring or numb to where they cover it with such a* **Silly** *Approach, he didn't know but he would keep the idea in mind. As she approached him every single of his thousands of eyes focused on her for the minute she passed as his whispers filled the air around him, after she passed he returned to normal looking at each god with one eye like earlier*

*The second one that interested him the most was the deer, they gave off a very similar air of beasts and the unnatural and Natrual combined. It was intriguing as he watched that one closely, his ideas for the ones they called mortals seemed agreeable even if the others didn't think so. What use did the weak have for tools or weapons after all... But he didn't necessarily believe it was worth defending neither*

*Then there was the one in charge, majesty he believed she was called. It was clear she controlled the room, even if not fully she seemed adapt to ranging in and controlling the chaos that seemed to rang down and root everyone else, almost as if she saw and heard things diffrently then everyone. He watched her closely even more so then the others, her movements- the way she spoke... She was so cool... His eyes sparkled as he watched her. Literally*


*There where a few others that caught his attention, a plauge doctor like creature that appeared in a air of confidence, a god that seemed to study and form opinions on each god like he himself was doing... And a few chaotic, he studied them all but many fell from his expectations or didn't seem to do anything to notable* 

*He decided it was best to do the same, to just study everyone while remaining quiet himself. He would stay in the complete background and other then his ceaseless whispers he said nothing* 

*Still he wasn't the biggest fan of his current form, he didn't mind it of course- it felt natural and good... But it seemed out of place among so many of the other gods. He enveloped himself in shadows, the shadows themselves had eyes that continued to watch before the shadows collapsed into nothing as if puddles, the puddle of inky darkness began to grow and change into a humaniod like shape, the creature still had large beast like teeth and eyes still littered there obsidian black skin but they atleast stood tall and human like with a large smile as if to mirror the others, a large crimson cloak seemed to grow in a small burst of wind as it formed over his shoulders and body. Next a small crown appeared floating above his head followed by something inspired by the god of monsters, he grew large antlers instead of his goat like horns, with that he stood as normal the grinn persisting on his face showing off his numerous and cruel teeth, he still had many eyes and each fulfilled there purpose*
Joseph
It did seem like Majesty was attempting to prove herself to be trustworthy. And better yet, she seemed to have fully accepted Mr Bones' terms without much fuss at all. Maybe there was was something there that could be read into. But Mr Bones couldn't dwell on it too much, he had to take what he could get.

"These terms are acceptable for the most part. However I would suggest including a direct clause in the ritual against any god, or group of gods lesser than us, being able to influence the source of magic. And one that effectively just covers common sense, we don't want any gods sneakily worming their way into doing something against the spirit of the ritual through any loopholes do we? Merely saying that we will protect things is all well and good, but if we work together to bind divine protection into the ritual then we won't need to do much at all once this is over. But other than that, I suppose everything here is agreeable enough. I am ready to begin assuming everyone else is. If we are seeking somewhere to strike this deal, then might I suggest myself."

Mr Bones quickly pulled out a rib, presenting it to the gods before him.

"I propose that we etch our names onto this bone, along with the rules and constraints of the ritual. If someone goes against the ritual, I will know. They will be dealt with appropriately. Think of it as irrefutable proof of what is soon to transpire. Evidence of all who were here."
Daniel
*Oh what a surprise this was.* The familiar orange figure had a habit of suddenly showing up at the most unexpected times but this time, she had truly outdone herself. Vivienne couldn't suppress the bright grin that crossed her face when Silly emerged from the shadows, her light blush not fading even in the face of the jester's obviously foul mood. *Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.* The smaller deity shut down each and every one of their fellow gods as she bounced along, and for a moment the witch found herself almost... *Anxious.* Would her turn come next? Had she angered Silly somehow? She knew she was taking a while to get the party set up but she was trying her hardest. Had it been her suggestions? It was just how her own realm worked though. And it couldn't be said that her mortals were just given power for the sake of power. They still had to learn, to practice, to study. They still had to work with their hands, shape the world around them. Vivienne herself had even learned from some of them. Physical skills she didn't have but now, after all this practice, *Did.* There was no conjuring, there was no cheating, just good ole *Labor.* Had she misunderstood or something? Or...?

Her turn never came, though. Silly didn't stop in front of her, and certainly didn't hit her with the buzzer and the 'wrong!' The last one she visited was the little Nach, whom she gave a congratulatory high-five to before suddenly spinning, mic in hand, and sticking her tongue out momentarily at Vivienne.

A truly deafening display.

The witch's face flushed a deep red, an anomaly given that it was carapace rather than flesh. One hand jumped to her chest, where her heart would be thumping energetically were her biology more... Human, while another hand reached to cover her face. Truly, this girl was way, *Way, **Way*** Too cute. Unparalleled. Radiant, even. Her beauty was like the moonlight reflected upon the waves of a lake; an ever-shifting tapestry of light, steadfast and certain where it mattered, yet at the same time unpredictable like those reflected shimmers. Oh how she wanted to bask in that glow every day of every year. How she wanted to hold her close, to squish that adorable face, to...

*And then she popped out of Vivienne's hat yet again.*

Wrested from her brief moment of gay panic, the deity nearly *Jumped* As Silly was right there, just as she had been back at the dream ritual. This time though, rather than anger or indignation, she simply buried her head even deeper into her hands, lest the jester witness the vibrant red that now dyed the witch's expression. "Silly..." She said quietly, so quietly that the intended recipient probably couldn't hear it. "... Please give me a heads up when you're gonna do that..." Still in the middle of her rant, Silly simply tumbled out of her hat carelessly, no sign that she'd heard Vivienne. Silently, she closed her eyes and readjusted her hat back into her position after the jester had jostled it. *She just needed to get her face back under control.* Still the heart, clear the mind, erase the smile...

With her raging emotions back under control she opened her eyes yet again, only to find Silly still in front of her, now turned to her, arms outstretched and cheeks puffed out in a pout. *It seemed her challenges were never over.* But, well, if she wanted more of this in the future, then she supposed it wouldn't hurt to get used to it now~. "It's good to see you again, Silly." Vivienne whispered as she leaned over. With her upper two arms, she lifted the smaller deity by her armpits, and with a lower arm, she scooped her legs up, giving her a spot to sit in the crook of her arm. One upper arm moved to wrap around her waist, while the other summoned a slice of banana bread from a fragment left back in Hypnagogia. Offering up that treat to the disgruntled jester, she turned her attention back to the ritual momentarily.

Majesty's compromise outwardly sounded reasonable. Split the seam between spaces, let the power spill out, and let the mortals harness that power through speech. It did not sound as though she would be barred from providing extra energy to maintain equilibrium in her realm. Neither did it sound like the terms were too lenient or too strict on mortals. Her children might take some time to get used to the new casting method, but...

*Oh!*

There was something she had neglected, something that she herself had been practicing for some time now, with the help of her mortals. Vivienne waited, letting her sibling finish her spiel before she spoke up. Her consciousness looked over, towards Hypnagogia, and quickly communicated with her fragment. A physical demonstration would help her case, and for that, she needed permission from Gray. Majesty wrapped up her speech, the others began speaking, and Vivienne just *Waited.* While permission was granted, while the item was retrieved, while it was moved...

"Your proposals, as they stand, sound... Reasonable enough." There was a small moment of hesitation in her voice. "It does not seem like the terms will bar me from maintaining my realm... As it is, so I have no qualms there. As for the method of using this magic, I would like to make one more suggestion..." Vivienne gestured with her one remaining free hand. Magic swirled, space distorted, and a neatly-folded, woolen hand towel manifested in her hand. "Just as speech is language, so is art. Magic circles, sigils, whatever you like to call them..." With a flick, she let the fabric unfold, revealing an intricate pattern of woven thread within, resembling falling snow and crawling frost. "I propose we let those be used as a method of magic as well. This towel was embroidered by one of my children. When it's charged with magic..." Her point was punctuated by the thread faintly illuminating, and the fabric rapidly cooling, until it was just a bit warmer than ice. "... Its temperature drops. Perfect for hot days or pesky fevers. It's... Impressive, what they get up to when you're not looking. I would not like to see that creativity stifled." With her piece spoken, Vivienne one-hand folded the towel back up, and rested that hand in her lap.
Ralph
When Suzu spoke, Soldr smiled and nodded approvingly, mostly wanting to give her moral support. He did think it was a good option, and sure enough, Mr. Bones also seemed to want countermagic. He was just about to second both of them when he noticed the crazy girl from before was... Was she eating a plate? Soldr watched in fascination, completely distracted from the rest of the meeting as Nach began ranting.

"Gyahaha! Good choice of words." Soldr told her. At first Nach sounded like an absolute madwoman, but after taking a second to understand what she was actually saying he found her idea increasingly attractive. It was certainly entertaining to watch her go off.

When Vivienne spoke, Soldr would level his crimson eyes on her. He was a relatively young god, so the exact technicalities of demiplanes were not known to him. If being made through a ritual would end up with the demiplane essentially being public use, that removed pretty much all of his objections to Majesty's plan. When she clapped, he wouldn't jump or start, but his gaze did turn back to her. Indeed, he'd been so entertained by Nach and Vivienne and distracted by the sweets that he hadn't noticed Majesty's amendments. He'd almost half-expected her to double down, but when she agreed to Nach's terms, his smile split into a wicked grin, showing perfectly white wolflike teeth.

"Flooding the worlds with magic eliminates my objections. Let's do it." He said, his crimson eyes glowing like coals. Even the normally calm Soldr seemed excited about the idea of magic. When Rav'ni spoke from the seat next to him, he tilted his head to talk to him.

"There's wisdom in having a backup. That might need to be its own ritual, but I'm interested." Soldr said. When on his other side Suzu spoke, he listened with interest. He was one of her more chaotic comrades, wasn't he? Oh well, it sounded like she'd get her wish with how magic would manifest in her realm.

"I'd like to second 'art' as counting for the purposes of invoking magic." Soldr nodded, then turned back to Majesty. "I think these terms are agreeable. I'm voting for it."
Josephine
Calena hadn't said anything so far, but hearing everyone debate all the possibilities made her head hurt. Demiplane this, countermagic that... She knew that what she was hearing was important, but truly Calena had difficulty focusing on the discussions with so many new siblings arriving. 

*Mother almighty, this was exhausting.* She reached into her bag and pulled out a handful of spearmint leaves, popping one into her mouth to mindlessly chew on. The sensation, like a sudden burst of cold mountain air, helped her shake off her boredom and mental fatigue to refocus on the task at hand. 

When there was a gap in the conversation, Calena took a breath and spoke. "With everything that has been discussed so far, I am in agreement of magic flowing across the realms, gods being able to shut down magic from entering their realms, the creation of a 'counter'-magic, and a wide variety of ways to invoke it."

She turned to Mr Bones, who still held his rib before everyone. "You mentioned that if someone here were to go against the ritual, *They will be dealt with appropriately*. What would the exact conditions be if someone were to defy the terms? I believe everyone knowing right away what could happen would be beneficial."
Mark
*Only after our Nach's nonsensical rantings were complete, and she again overlooked their conference from a perch atop their chair did something quite ghastly become apparent. None of these "Others", understood anything of our Nach nor her wisely words nor her whimsically wondrous ideas! Those eyes who harboured madness shined unto each of these "Others" And found no light behind their own, they failed to fathom- to even understand our Nach. How could anyone speaking so many words not pick up so many in turn, especially those so ladened with meaning? If she recalled, this exact scenario was why she hadn't put forward her own ritual of a kind, but perhaps-...*

*Perhaps she might yet be surprised! For in an instant those fears were cast aside when Vivienne arose to speak, her dear beloved mothly believed that our Nach's ideas were as splendid as they truly are! Our Nach visibly perked up, a broad devious smile adorned her face and she returned Vivienne's glance with an ecstatic pair of thumbs up.* "Mooffffllyy~!" *Cheered our Nach, eagerly swaying from side to side and having the chair wobble as she did so, again threatening to fall at any given moment.* 

*But as if to lighten the mood, or as a whim from the tides of chaos itself; Silly inexplicably appeared from nowhere! Her stunning zigs and zags across the room had our Nach's head rear around to and fro, soon enough she too fanned whatever madness was transpiring.* "Wrong!" *Cried Nach, tossing a bell from out of her pocket that smashed to pieces as though it were a bronze snowball.* "Wrrooonnnng!" *She repeated, accompanied by another bell aimed at whatever god Silly was putting on blast next.* "Ahahaaa~! Wrongly wrong wronger ring wrong!" *She brought a whole handful of these bronze bell snowballs, and threw them in the air, having each and every one of them scatter through the hall.* "RING!"

*Finally, Silly approached our dear Nach, but in lieu of a declaration of wrongness she instead gave a divine high five which of course our Nach eagerly accepted... By squishing her face into the palm of Silly's hand.*

***Honk.***

"Eheheheeheeheee..." *Now this, this was a party she could get behind!*

*...Unfortunately, Silly then promptly fell back into Nach, knocking her and her chair over and showering the mad god with confetti. Our Nach's dear skull smashed into the floor, and there she laid.* "Ow."

*...For all of ten seconds, before skittering across the floor, up the legs of a table, and across its underside before reemerging wherever Calena was seated. Now crawling across the table's surface, naching over whatever was in her way before reaching their grubby little hands for many of Calena's berries. Shoveling one into her mouth after the other, her maddened eyes staring straight into the quiet mountain god without so much as blinking.* "Omnomnomnomnomnomnommm... Yum, berries! We do so-so adore them."

*Her attention and thus her consumption of berries was only steered away after Majesty called on them, rearing her head around before lying down sprawled across the table.* "Yes-yes! Most agreeable these are indeedly we suppose, we suppose! We too second our dear beloved Moffly Lady's idea, why we once knew a lady who couldn't speak! She couldn't! Not a bit! She was no less entertaining though, why we're quite sure she was on some sort of war path... We do believe she used some magi-magic of a kind in her writing to weave such marvelous creatures for this very path! That, or it was an accident. Mm, accidentally casting spells could be quite-quite fun indeedly..."