owlrein
*Gullivario would, for what was probably the first time since his creation, conduct a brief double-take of the situation. He'd simply blink at the forwardness of this drowsy newcomer and his outright ogling of the goddess' chest. Not that he could blame him, even Gullivario himself had taken notice of the goddess' shapely figure upon her arrival, though he had chosen to approach his commentary on it in an albeit subtler way. The god may have hunger on the brain, but he knew a looker when he saw one, that much was true.*

*After his initial shock faded, the god would heartily laugh again, his mouth opening wide to reveal his elongated teeth. Whether it was because of this newcomer's forwardness, sleepy demeanor, or overall appearance of uncaring slothfulness was uncertain, knowing his humor, it was likely a combination of the three. Only a few moments of miraculous consciousness, and the god at least appeared to have his priorities clearly cut out.*

"My, my friend... You sure have a way with yer words. And well, I've gotta hand it to you, I value a fella who values his comfort and knows what he wants, and you, sir, seem to value it quite so. Damned what the rest around ya think, it's quite admirable!"

*The god spoke in his resounding growl of a voice, akin to the deep bellow of a wild boar, though still carrying his jovial note of laughter. The god sure seemed to laugh alot, especially for a After the moment would pass he'd regain himself, shaking his head and adjusting his hat by the brim atop his horned head, the hat miraculously materializing itself around the horns as if the fabric were made of dark mist.*

"Ah, y'all'll have to forgive my outburst," *He'd remark in a tone which wasn't quite apologetic as much as relaxed, turning back to the small group which now formed.* "I can be prone to loosin' myself in a joke."

*He'd then turn briefly from the sleepy god to Girveon, allowing him to speak his bit before nodding and turning back to Seryiph, staring down at him with his unblinking, piercing eyes.*

"Girveon 'ere is right, fella... Think of it as a lil' bit o' *Quid pro quo*, you tell us things and we let ya play yer part alongside us in our little group 'ere. And trust me when I say... It ain't an offer you wanna pass up."

*His words would drip with persuasive, albeit intimidating, resonance, almost as if the weight of his words was given solely by the gravel of his voice. Given that this new god seemed to be much more... Out of it, so to speak, he figured a little extra 'reassurance' from his part might be helpful in getting a straight answer from him... One that was perhaps more desirable for Girveon and the rest. He'd then shrug his shoulders, rolling them backwards to adjust his posture.*

"And yes, supposin' you need a lift, I'd be happy to oblige, given that you'd be joining us on our way. I reckon you'd find *All* The comfortable perches you desire if you do."

*He'd slightly raise a broad arm, suggesting that the drowsy god would be escorted with them via carrying if he complied, and if he so desired. Gullivario's surprisingly strong build wasn't just for show, after all.*
.toddhoward
*His advice had been... Noted, probably, but not commented on. Fair. Given a set of guidelines on something He doesn't know, no matter how vague, would probably end with a nod and a swift moving along. Still, with Him out of the conversation, it gave Him time to think and consider.

They would fail together, hard, or find tremendous victory together.

It all depended on how far Girveon pushed as a leader. Well, that and a few hundred other factors, but Visarni isn't the God of Social Circles so He'll focus on the one. Obviously, Girveon has impressed his will upon the rest of these Gods, greeting them all and making the first offer of them all joining together. Maybe the personalities of the others would clash, and wouldn't that be a sight to see? The fabric of their group unravelling with every unspoken word, secrets kept and strategies withheld, until they parted ways.

Or. Or, perhaps, that might not happen. Whether Girveon remains their de facto leader or someone else takes his place (or they become an actual equal council), they could remain united for many immortal lifetimes. Four Gods united with all their power, surely they could do something with all that. Something He has no knowledge of, can hardly fathom until the time comes, changing something big or small. Not to mention...

Oh.*

***Oh.***

*For the first time, while they all talk, Visarni's eyeless sockets size them all up. Not in some desirous way, but as one opponent looking at many others. If He fails, if He manages to anger them, fails to agree with them, disregards them... That is four Gods against Him. And He would lose that fight. 

The balance of power has very much shifted within His head.

Maybe He could lead them into considering Him a mentor and a guide. Maybe He could make it so they never even consider the idea of fighting Him, because He is too wise, or too "Powerful", or some other quality. But more than likely - on His own advice! - they would find an Old God and be taken under their wing instead. And He would be left behind in their immediate pursuit for power. Or worse, ground into the dust that follows them, begging.

Casually facing left and right, He notices another God on another Branch. She, presumably a she, carried some strange instrument. No, He didn't even know what an instrument was in the first place. Maybe a concept of an instrument? Maybe something Divine just jogged His memory. Either way, certainly of interest if this whole group plan falls through.

Well. He has given His advice, and let them talk. While He thinks, they may talk more. Besides, Visarni is very new on this whole subtle manipulation idea, and needs a bit of time to figure that out.*
fatherpanda
The young god would slowly move from the crouched position, his large and thick arms limply dangling down by his side. After a few moments of silence he very slowly started to open his eyes, the multi-colored emerald green and icy blue orbs staring blankly ahead as he seemed to be staring off into the distance, not exactly focused on anything. He seemed to remain in this hypnotic state for mere seconds before they slowly filled with life. He let out a small sigh as a dark aura fell upon him. The energy surrounding him seemed cruel and unpleasant. Something that others would often avoid. Of course, this energy had only seemed visible for five seconds before it was gone. 

The massive god stood at 9 '9 with a very muscular body, tribal tattoos scattered across his body, his forearms, biceps, chest, back and even along his neck. The nude god had long crimson red hair which had fallen over his face, stopping near his waist. They were unable to see much at first. After a minute or two had passed, the god's hair slowly faded away. It was now much shorter and a dark black color, with a mixture of gray in there. They would very slowly raise their hands up to their face, holding them outwards as if attempting to take a hold of the endless sky. 

"Ah..."

The god attempted to speak, only for nothing to come out, their mouth hanging agape, their sharp fang like teeth now visible to whoever was around, if others were even in the surrounding area. He stood nude with nothing covering his large figure. Scars scattered along the palm and the back of his hand, more slowly forming around his forearms and biceps. She would very slowly close her mouth, a frown starting to form before the god took their first steps forward. The concept of walking feels so foreign to them. 

"Ah... This feeling. I am not fond of it at all..."

They muttered to themselves, their voice being extremely deep with a calm and gentle tone. They would soon start to look around the area, their eyes falling upon their body, seeing that they were... Well, wearing nothing. They seemed to be muttering something under their breath as clothing slowly formed. They were now wearing a pair of black boots, and a suit... Somewhat. They had their shirts unbuttoned, nothing seeing the nude to cover anything entirely other than their lower body. 

That is... Much better than nothing, I guess..."

They muttered to themself. They continued walking, slowly getting used to the movements that they needed to make. After a few more minutes of this, they would suddenly stumble. The god of Wrath had fallen forward, landing in a position where they were kneeling. They would pause for a few seconds before moving into a position where they rested upon their knees. The god would gently place their hands upon their thighs, slowly closing his eyes. She would take in a deep breath as her form shifted into a much smaller form, standing at 7 '7 with long crimson red hair. The woman remained in their seated position for a few seconds with their eyes closed before they spoke.

"Ha... Very... Interesting. I do not believe I hate this..."

She muttered to themselves, even while in a female form. They still had a voice that seemed deeper than most women. The goddess slowly stood up, glancing around the area. They remained in a suit, this time it was fully closed up to keep everything hidden. The goddess would gently tap her fingers along her thighs as she looked around, slowly sliding her hands up her figure before they would reach their hair. She would lightly drag her fingers through it, as her hair seemed to move on its own, soon being in a ponytail. 

"I see. So, I am capable of doing this. Interesting, I believe I will be fond of my time spent here..."

She muttered to herself as her form shifted once again, returning to the 9'9 man, the suit growing to fit his figure as he grew. The hair remains the crimson red color, this time being in a manbun. He would look around at the gods who surrounded the area, a bit curious about them all. He was curious. Who were they? Who was... He?

Upon that thought popping into his head, his entire body would go stiff. He seemed confused, who was he actually? Where was he? Where did he come from? Ah... Right, the fruit. He brought a hand up to his face, lightly covering his face as a million different thoughts raced through his head, before everything seemed to go blank as he spoke.

"Wrath. Kazashimo Kage... Ha... So loud..."

He muttered.