Mark
"..Bite.. Chew... Thrash.. Nibble.. Maw... Munchy! Crunchy! Ehehehhh~! Snapping at the hand of Mawtheraahhh... Thrashing, chewing, biting, siiiinking... Teething! Tesssting~? Prodding!"

*Deliberating deities oughta pay mind to a malevolent meandering of an attentive abyss, a black proverbial "Sky" Who hung overhead and spied upon they with their many little eyes. Blinking in a asynchronistic fashion, wriggling and writhing through a black, murky tapestry. The eyes heard of their woes, their woahs, their thoughts, their oughts. They themselves deliberated another curious course, which precipitated an eerie silence while within such splendid company. An anomaly of our Nach's behavior, which oughta warrant worry of familiar faces, but then again our Nach was anything but predictable.* 

"You... Creatures! You creatures speak of death, execution of a forthright fashion! You speak of skullduggery, and have neither skulls nor a dig dug! You speak of information, and yet..." *But a brief pause brought upon by a black, drooling ooze that first hampered and then heightened a madness on display. Like rain it weighed upon them, pooling together, coalescing within a strange, slimy replica of our Nach. A poor misshapen imitation of that thing's typical form, falling apart at the seams.* "HAH! Oooo... Awwawawawaaaa... Fffreeaaaky~! Oh what a slimy little creature I am now! See? Seeeee?"

*She seemed to have forgotten what else she were on about.* 

"Oh? Oh yes, that thing you're all so-so-so very on about.." *Her slimy amalgamation smiled, or at least tried to.* "Death alas isn't so inviting to us, should it befall it is by.. Unusual stakes! Perhaps, oh perhaps something akin to death? Parallel, but not quite! Similar and yet, off.. A ritual could do this, a many to pulverize, but- we've another idea." *She giggled, a snicker, her body wiggling and writhing as she did so.* "Geheheheee.. We'll have its house, we'll have its shoes, we'll have its shirt, we'll have its skirt! HAH!"
Ralph
At Adira's proposal, Soldr shook his head.

"Finding him is the easy part. But then what do we do?" He asked. "I watched Her Smolness over there squish him like a bug and that didn't do the job." Soldr glanced up, unsurprised at Nach's arrival. He'd known her immediately from her odd speaking pattern.

"Like Eyeballs said. If we killed him he'd just bring himself back to life. It might take weeks, maybe months, but that may as well be five minutes for us gods." He was lounging in the air as if it were a couch now, head resting on his fist. He didn't have much preference for Majesty's proposal. It looked like her using politics to try and position herself at the head of the table. If the others went along with it he'd try and join her, but if it didn't pan out he would just keep going as he planned. Onesifi's plan, however...

"A prison demiplane... That might work." Soldr said with a slight grin. "Yeah, why not just make one and stuff him in it?"
Tiffany
A singularity.

A small burst of energy sparked in the hall; barely noticeable over the cacophony of the other Gods. Even with their presences masked, they still emitted enough to cover the small speck of divinity unless one where paying true attention. The singularity sparked again, resembling a small crackle of pitch-black lightning at the entrance of the hall. Within the next second, the spark appeared yet again. This time, it was like a lightning bolt had struck the area, disappearing as fast as it had appeared, with little to no sound.

"Eh, I just couldn't resist myself. I suppose this great trouble isn't about my arch-nemesis, is it? I was listening in long enough." A voice said, coming from Xanthous in his disguised form, who still stood at the entrance of the hall. He had shades as he did in the last meeting, and his vacation wear still remains. His hair was much more elaborate, and his crown was now just a tiny object of gold on the side of his head, bent at an angle.

*I present to you, Xaniod! Prince of the Gods and Master of Late Arrivals!*

"If we are talking about the devourer," Xanthous continued, sticking his hands in his pockets, an arrogant smirk on his face. "You won't get to him like this. I've fought him before, I was the first God to meet him. I know his tricks. He fights dirty, never head on. He uses petty lies and tricks like a misguided fool. He is dangerous."

Xanthous would never forget what Edon had told him...

*"This is my horizon, Xanthous. King of gods? You are the king of naught. You are not even worthy of my final blow, you are weak. You are not even the king of your own mortals. You are but the court jester that dances for their amusement."* Edon had said.

*He laughed hysterically, the world began to twist and spiral. The illusion of broken vision started to slowly return to a normal setting. The epileptic fit of violent visual and peripheral assaults over. "So Jester, dance for me."*

The anger coursing through Xanthous let him know one thing: He would kill Edon. Give that wriggling worm a slow, and very, **Very** Painful death. The brief spark of anger caused Xanthous' to emit a little bit of his masked divinity. It immediately snuffed out any other presence of the other Gods, since they where already masking their divinity. This brief moment where the gods appeared as mortals was perfect for any who sought to sneak in, or hide on a god. In the next few seconds, Xanthous withdrew his divinity.