Brod's stride moved him along at a good clip. His size also made it so people made a path for him. He expertly weaved his way between vehicles, being alive for so damn long you learned how the vehicles moved and the minute muscle movements of the drivers hands. The surroundings were getting grimy and unkempt. Oh if only he had his full powers and no one was around, he'd destroy it all to make something better. But he shook that thought from his head, no time for reminiscing he had a location to get to. Mostly just to see who had rung the bell.

As he drew nearer he heard voices and the sound of someone getting hit. Groaning his palmed his face, of course it was that idiot causing a ruckus. Goehearth, God of Anarchy. Turning around the corner those golden eyes took in who was present. An unconscious girl, Goehearth, Stjerne, his own son Zencrux, and Death himself. He caught the tail end of the conversations going on which earned Death a bored, but slightly agitated, look. "I'm sure everyone has questions for you, Desious." He ground out before spitting his cigar onto the ground just to crush it into harmless dust.

It took a bit for Stjerne to regain his breath but he glared at Geohearth. "It's called an Aurora you brute. DO not insult my artistry. Lightning is Zen's thing.' He crossed his arms, the aurora above growing bigger, turning to darker colors. Zencrux laid a hand on his shoulder. "Let it be, Stjerne. He's trying to rile you up, it's what he does after all. And on the topic of myself, no, I have not seen my parents or siblings in a long time."

As Brod himself neared, Zencrux stiffened a bit. "You would be correct...' Stjerne meanwhile was glowering, holding Aetherius close to himself. Things were getting a bit too stuffy for his liking. He looks up and blinks, causing the aurora to shimmer a bit more. Those with better perception could see that it was being used to distract the mortals and cast a protective blanket over them so that Geohearths' little stunt wouldn't harm any mortals. "We should probably take this to a less populated area. Geohearth's rather evil aura isn't easy to mask with mere illusions and a layer of celestial energy. That's more of Hiraga's domain. As for you, Desious, I want to know why I'm missing more than half of my stars! I worked hard on creating them, giving them each part of my power. Also is Crius... Is he alright?"

@Lord Zee@GrizzTheMauler@Kazemitsu

Goehearth walked over to the young Demigod. He looked down and poked her. "Well, if we are leaving, I know a good place.
Also, what of the youngling? I can't tell if she has a pulse or not." he held up his hand. "Too much keratin." and he looked at Stjerne. "As for the lightning comment, I was referring to you and Zencrux. It's quite obvious." he walked over to Brod and leaned down to meet Brod's human form. "Come on Bord, turn to your true self! I can sense you want to! Oh, but you won't because of man!" then he looked to the others. "My family, We may not like each other, but we do know humanity forgot us. You may be fine and dandy with that, but I know for a fact if we don't reveal our selves and find the others it will be chaos. So, we need to find the others if we are going to hide, but it is unlikely we will get them all in time." he walked closer to Desious. "And you know damn well which members I'm talking about."

It was certainly refreshing to see her sister dance in the rain, and there was some perverted pleasure in the humans' misfortune, but Hiraga wished to get a move-on. If the gods were gathering, she wanted to be present, if only to see a familiar face or two, and perhaps sucker punch another one. She often wondered if she should have engaged Goehearth herself, rather than to try and undo his mad work. Of course, there were certain... difficulties... when two immortal beings were locked in combat.

Hiraga could never win. But Goehearth would be unable to do anything but defend himself and fight her back. And on and on they would go, for ever and ever, 'till the end of time. Not a prospect she was entertaining, not without someone to take up her mantle. She believed there were other options, but she was only just starting to explore the possibilities when their powers were locked away.

Being drawn back to the reality by Fiala's motion, her hand reflexively flown up to protect the fairy perched on her shoulder. "That depends on what you intend to do with them." she raised one eyebrow. Actually, it might not be the worst of ideas to start looking for whatever divine items there are to find. My family is capable of causing mayhem unarmed, no need to make their work any easier. she thought, herd turning to the fairy and nodding. The little critter nodded back and flown away, vanishing in a shadow to go on with her new task.

"Well, it would be rude of us not to come to the family reunion, wouldn't it?" Hiraga grinned, "But I only fly first class. Come on!" she said impatiently, grabbing a hold of Fiala's hand and leading to the tall building. She intended to shift into the shape of a dragon to fly them where they needed to go, and she couldn't very well launch form the freeway lest she caused more mayhem than the resident divine anarchist. Top of the building though, that she could shroud in a layer of clouds.

"Welcome Brod." Desious nodded at the tall figure. "Yes.. You are quite right." Desious knew why it had to be done, why it was necessary for humanity and the sanity of his mind. But would they understand? So much had changed, at the time, he had done the right thing, it was only later he began to have his doubts. Humanity had changed for the worse, the God's influence was too ingrained within their souls. He stood there, thinking about it for a long time, letting the others bicker around him. He knew this day would come, it was certain but he was not prepared to face so many questions and anger, especially with his new suspicions. Hollow had help, something or someone was plotting against him, he was sure of it.

When Stjerne questioned him about the Stars going out, he looked at him with a look of confusion. Half the stars were gone? That was impossible. They had made sure that would never happen again.. Unless..

Looking up at the sky, concern grew on his wizened face. "Crius... Crius is at rest Stjerne. But the Stars..?" Desious whispered, like he wasn't all there. It was very obvious something was on the God's mind, but he snapped back when he heard Goehearth mention the girl and then found him looming over himself.

"Leave the child out of this. She's the first demigod I've seen in an age, at least one with powers. Who her parent is I do not know, but I wish to keep her out of all this." He paused, that was right thing to do he thought before continuing, "If you reveal yourselves to humanity in your true forms they will be marked with insanity, and fear. That is not the way, it was never the way. If you want to know why I did what I did then you will listen to what I say, now revert your form! Death said in a flash of anger. His voice softened instantly, "Do that and I will help you find them."

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When he heard the anger in Death's voice, he immediately changed. "Okay, but heed my warning. If we don't reveal ourselves, we will be found out. You of all people should know nothing stays permanent. And if we do reveal ourselves, even if we don't use our true forms, the humans most likely be more calm. If we don't...let's just say that I will have a blast!" he then went back to the girl. He looked at her and into her essence. "I can't figure her out either. But if you wish to leave her be,
fine. Desious, I know you at least kept tabs on some of us during exile. Did you anything of the other dark gods?" then he went into whispering distance. "...And my children?"

"Haaa....so tired. Give me a massage, Ethan." The god leaned on the human next to them, earning a frown from the larger man who pushed them in the opposite direction, nearly causing them to fall out of the chair with a quiet cry of protest.

"How about you get off that lazy butt of yours and get to work." He replied. "And we're in public, Clio." Ethan...one of their co-workers at the hospital. A fellow doctor, and by all accounts both a skilled one and an upstanding human. He had tried their best to discovered any dirty secrets he had, but without his insight it was difficult to ascertain, but oh well. Such was life. Currently they were in a...ahem, relationship of sorts. No, not, that. She had no interest in that sort of physical affection. She would rather spend time in the lab researching something. They were just roommates...and eh, 'friends' for awhile, as far as this life of theirs went.

"How rude. I've been my working my lazy butt off in the ER all night." 'Cliodna'. Right, that was their name now. One of the many names they had used throughout history. Irish in origin, as far as the humans were concerned, heh. It was always difficult starting over at the turn of the century, especially when you didn't age. "What's the matter? Am I not girly enough for ya now? You like girls with a larger chest? That's not what you were saying last night." She gave him a coy smirk. Ethan simply rolled his eyes, biting into a piece of toast.

"Oh, sorry, you're right. I was telling all of those other important medical people how much you slack off in the work space."

"Y-you didn't!"

"I did."

"So cruel, I might cry. There goes my credibility as a doctor, whatever shall I do?" Ethan reached over, giving them a poke on the cheek only to receive a light giggle in response. Aha, it was so easy to look cute. Especially to men. One of the few joys she had, aside from their ahem, experiments and research. "Ah...anyways what is it with things recently? Seems like we've been getting more work." She leaned back in the seat, taking a look at the busy lounge in the hospital. Not that they minded being busy. While they did like taking a generally more passive and watchful approach to things, keeping oneself busy was never a bad thing. Still...things had been more hectic recently. She had expected so upon becoming both a successful doctor and medical researcher in a big city, but this was just ridiculous. "I feel like I haven't gotten a decent nights sleep in a week."

"I know right?" Ethan replied grumpily. "We've been at this for hours. And you were here before me. Have you even slept today?"

"Nnnnope." Cyl replied, reaching over and grabbing a forkful of egg from Ethan's plate. "I barely have time for breakfast these days. I'm lucky if I catch more than a handful of hours a sleep ever day." She sighed. "I'm going to die of exhaustion of this rate."

"Damn," Ethan sighed. "You think they'd at least give us a pay raise."

"Aha, I don't know about that." Not that they needed the extra money. They were practically one of the wealthiest people on the planet. "I'd prefer a vacation to eh...what-cha-callsit. Antartica?"

"...why do you always want to vacation in the weirdest places?"

"Hey, have you ever been to Antarctica? Everyone can go to like, the Bahamas and go backpacking over Europe, but who goes to Antarctica? We might find some fun stuff there!"

"Yeah, penguins and frostbite."

"Tsk, no fun." She relaxed, letting her body sink into the chair. Ugh, being human was annoying at some points. Exhaustion. Fatigue. She couldn't get sick, or at least, they had never been sick but from the amount of stuff they've purposefully have exposed themselves too, it was likely they couldn't. Tiredness though? Uuuugh, it was the worst. Worst worst worst thing about being mostly mortal. He couldn't do whatever he wanted to for as long as he wanted too! And without his insight their concentration had gone down considerably.

...

ding

Their head shot up, eyes wide.

"So I was thinking that we and the other guys all take time off at the same time. We should have enough vacation time..." He had stopped listening. That...that couldn't have been, no. No. No no no. But...maybe yes? yes? A welcome, blissful yes? Cyl looked around the room, unconsciously rubbing their head. A dull pounding sensation was forming in their head, as though someone was beating a drum, dancing along rhythmically to some olden ritual.

Their eyes wondered over to the other humans in the hospitals waiting room. A baby. Married couple. Old guy with a tumor. Pregnant woman with a child that wasn't their partners. Whoops, now that was a scandal...wait. How had it known these things? Were they even true? It hadn't made baseless assumptions like that in a long time, not since their insight left. The pounding sensation increased until it was painful. Nausea washed through their body as they held a second hand to their head.

"Clio...?" She was vaguely aware of Ethan's hand on their shoulder. She grit her teeth, rubbing her temples.

Ding!

That was...no mistaking it...the bell? But...then...

And all at once, like a damn breaking, the pain and nausea were gone.

"Hey Clio are you-" He suddenly found himself silenced by a hand covering his mouth.

"I...have never been better, Ethan." A laugh started. A loud, jovial, pure laugh that could only be ascribed to someone experiencing the most pleasurable thing in their life. Ethan gave her a mildly worried look, frowning lightly as she bolted from her seat next to him. "Oh joyous, happy day!" Cyl grinned, finally managing to control their giggles as she looked down to Ethan. "Ethan! I have a question for you."

"uh...alright?"

"Say you were an old god locked out of heaven, stripped of your powers? What would you do once your powers returned?"

"I would...find the guy who kicked me and and took my powers, and shove my powers back in his face? You sure-"

"Ahaha yes yes yes! That is a wonderful idea!" She twirled, walked past the pregnant woman, then back, gave her a look and pointed at her. "You may want to have one of those...parental exam things on that kid. Don't stop me Ethan, I have a business date!" And then proceeded to leave the hospital, leaving an entirely bewildered room and Ethan behind.

"...I...I feel like I just gave the worst possible answer to that." Ethan frowned, rubbing his head before finishing the rest of his breakfast.

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Aha, yes yes! The world was so much more vibrant! Lively! They could hear the whispers again! The unintelligible mutterings of things that were better left unmentioned. And the bell. Oh the bells sweet, sweet ringing. Such a sweet melody. She wondered if she could make an instrument of some sort out of it? Oh now that would be lovely. Very annoying for the others, but intensely amusing for them.

Aha, no no, they were getting ahead of themselves.

Desious. She had to find Desious. Assuming he was the one who rang the bell. There could be no other options. Chances were low, at least. Otherwise he might just lock up the gates again and ruin their fun more. But how? How was he supposed to get over there? Across such a long distance? England was a vast distance away from where they were. At least, for her. Sure, other gods could get to their easily but her? She didn't have much in the way of instantaneous long-distance travel without preparation.

but wait -

If magic was returning, that meant...the old places of power may be functioning again too. They might just need a little...nudge, in the right direction. The bell was so far away, it sounded across the ocean even. The Americas? Perhaps and most likely. Good, good...as long as no one had tampered with their markings in the aeons since their banishment...they just needed to open a gate from this side.

He moved down an alleyway. Yes, it would be easy enough. Out of the way now so as to not attract attention. A homeless person would be around here somewhere, heh...one human should be enough for this. She'd just need to figure out which ones still worked, and open a gate. Simple, simple. So very very simple.

And so delightful.

Fiala crossed her arms. "Sister, you know I'd never wield them in anger. Only ever to protect." She tried not to be offended by Hiraga's comment, but it was still a little off-putting - she couldn't think of a single reason why her motives for finding her daggers should be questioned.

However, as she watched her sister nod to the fairy, and the little creature nod back and fly away, Fiala straightened and took a deep breath. No reason to get upset, she reminded herself. She knew Hiraga was only being cautious.

Then Hiraga was pulling her in the direction of the tallest nearby building. Fiala glanced up, saw where they were going, and smirked. "Race me, sister!" With that, she freed her hand and took off at full speed. Puddles splashed up wildly behind her, soaking the few unfortunate mortals she passed. She thought she saw a head or two turn as she went - to an outsider, seeing someone move so quickly but dodge obstacles so expertly must have been bizarre, to say the least - but she didn't pay them any mind. Right now she was focused on one thing: getting to the top of the building first.

As she reached the front of the building, she slowed to what she assumed was a more human gait. She could see now that it was an apartment building, and a nice one at that. Nodding to the doorman, she entered and made her way for the stairs. It surprised her a little that no one said anything as she entered, but she didn't question it: she simply entered the stairwell, and, once the door was completely closed, she bolted at full speed again.

She only slowed twice more, when she found another person traveling down, just long enough to exchange pleasantries and make sure they could no longer see before speeding up. Reaching the top of the stairs, she paused to glance at her watch. Record time. Feeling content, she threw open the last door and walked out onto the roof. Her eyes scanned the city around her - it was a beautiful view, to be sure. Sitting on a vent, she took in her surroundings as she lit a cigarette and waited patiently for Hiraga to catch up.

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And... the eager young Godling would come across a man in the alleyways much unlike the many English people within the streets. A man who appeared much broader than he really was, leaning up against the brick wall of one of the buildings in the alleyway with his eyes looking towards the dim skyline. He'd appear to be someone of military status, due to how his hair was cut in a jardhead like manner, a clean 2x1 cut ontop of his head, with a lean face that barely twitched or moved. He appeared to be wearing thick leather protective gear with the name of the infamous North American Harley Davidson Company strewn about all over the suit, due to both the cold weather and the motorcycle he was currently riding within the country.

Lean and still built, standing at 5'8", the man's face held a degree of confidence to it, slight scarring and a bit of slight aging on his face despite seeming rather... young for a Human being. The man's name was David Turner, and David currently was enjoying a drag from a cigarette within the alleyway of... London for some reason, although the training he had had drilled into him years ago kicked in as his eyes darted off to meet the woman with both surprise and curiousity. He would go quiet as he would take another drag of the cigarette before dropping it to the ground, having been brought down to nearly a nub anyways.

He'd offer her a nod and a nice smile, his face holding a set of both brown hair and brown eyes that held a gentle curious look to them, despite the hardy demeanor he gave off, waving her over with his right hand as he stood there, "Good afternoon ma'am, just enjoying a cigarette off to the side in town so no one complains. I won't mind sharing one with you from my pack if you are one, but if you ain't that's fine."

He stood in the white house, being scolded by a general. The general, Jackoby was it's title, has been seem-ably in control of the situation. How far Huseror's patience this one would take it, he could only guess. "...and you say that if I don't, you'll rip my heart out?" it poked him in the chest. "I could throw you across the roo-CRIRK ACK ICK!" The general was a clear foot of the ground, being held by his throat. "Simply do it human! You're kind tries my patience too much! You fucked up when you touched me!
ME of all the entities to do it to! You humans have forgotten too much!" and he dropped the general to the floor. The general looked both terrified and confused. Still gasping for air,"what are you?" he asked with fear in his voice. Huseror simply laughed like a gargoyle. "Does it matter? Do as I ask and you will have you're money!" and started to walk off. The guman stopped him by saying "But US troops killing US citizens? It's insanity!" Huseror simply gave the man a cold stare. "It's still possible yes? Then I don't matter! Plus, they're technically not citizens at all. So send your men at them. Leave no evidence and keep it discreet." and he left the man there.

When he got to the heli-pad and boarded for take-off, he removed his fake eye. He rolled it in his hands for a moment while they climbed, then put it in his pocket. He took a dropper full of liquid and about opened it, then scowled and threw it out the window. "Soon, you will be begging me to stop Solaria..." he said looking at the sun "...you and Lunus,
then to will crawl back to me." and his eye gleamed a purple.

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"Hmm...?" And things had been going so well. They had been hoping to not run into anyone relatively normal looking. As normal as normal was, anyways. Just find a single homeless or some other degenerate back her in the alleys and use them as a sacrifice. No, she had to run into some good looking human. Relatively good looking, at least. He could never pin down what humans found attractive, considering their own predisposition to the odd and macabre. He was being offered a cigarette.

"Aha, no no." They looked up to the man, offering him a small smile. Ah, to be tall again. This human form had been cursed with the shortness of human species. Being able to stand tall as was natural would be a welcome thing. Still...there didn't seem to be anyone else here. Troublesome. She just needed a little bit of blood. A tiniest bit. A pint or two. Maybe cut out a kidney. Just one small sigil and pump it full of the heavenly energy. Just needed to hope they had the same amount of control they had all those eons ago.

"Smoking is something that as a doctor I can't recommned." They were glad they got out of the doctors scrubs and jacket and was able to quickly put on their normal attired. A simple black short sleeved dress with 'jeans' and some boots. "As a party interested in some not so legal substances...however, I certainly can." She flashed him a playful grin. Humans liked this form, though, from her experience. Small, unassuming, and friendly, if a little eccentric. It really was just her using humans for her own amusement. Manipulation, rather.

Her violet eyes studied him intensely in silence for a few seconds. It would have likely been obvious he was thinking about something with Turner, though what he would never have guessed. Perhaps...this human could be useful regardless? He seemed a little down on his luck. Those were the types most easily used. He seemed trained, or at least strong, in some manner, though they couldn't yet discern whether he had the particular talent yet.

Still...heh, it'd be interesting regardless to see this humans reactions, if he accepted. If not, he had more important things to do.

"...hey, you want to see something cool? A...magic trick of sorts." He asked with a bright grin, completely unaware or not caring about how suspicious that sounded in and of itself. Theoretically speaking, it didn't need human blood. It could use its own blood. God blood was of the highest quality of materials for these things, after all.

Stjerne was at a loss. For death to not know what happened to his creations was something to be feared. The Stars were living creatures, and some were the resting places of legendary warriors. At one time they used to fade, but he sacrificed a bit of his own divine spark to empower each of them for eternity. With their deaths, however, he could feel that power returning to him. After hearing his son was at rest, he seemed to relax a bit. On the note of the dark gods Stjerne pulls out Aetherius. It enlarges in his hands and he waves forward, where it casts it's screen for all to see. "There will no doubt be chaos, as human minds are fickle and flighty, but we must be prepared for the dark gods and even some of the border ones." He swipes the image in front of him and the image forms a large globe. He frowns when he sees that the image is distorted, dulled with the loss of so many of his stars, which the Aetherius used to find things. He points to spots on the map, and draws lines on the globe. To the gods who can see more of the world, Stjerne is actively returning to his old duties, guiding lost people to safety. A shining star here, a warm aurora to aid someone on Everest who's in distress, he tunes out the others, working diligently. Desious notes that at this time it's only in certain spots where his followers are and areas of major crisis. He was also actively searching out and marking points as possible spots where his stars detected oddities. "It's hard to get a good reading since I'm missing so many stars... I'm glad I at least got the power I spent on them back, so I'll have to make some more... At this time, I haven't gotten enough strength to fully utilize them yet. My sight is limited to just Earth, give me some time and I'll find the other gods. As he goes, he just ignores how he's using a bit too much of his power, and his nose begins to bleed.

Zencrux crosses his arms. "Stjerne, my love, you shouldn't push yourself so hard." He swipes at Aetherius' screen to stop he smaller man. As much as I agree that we need to do something about the dark gods, I doubt mother would let me just go at them, especially since I can already feel her anger at how damaged the world has become. I'm actually concerned what will happen when she finds out about Chernobyl... He shivers, looking towards his father. It's been a long time since he's seen the god, and they didn't talk much then, either. It's not as things were tense, it's just that his father isn't the most... vocal being, being more interested in his creations and building things than to actually spend time with him. "How.. are you, father? It's been quite some time. He was a bit awkward with how he'd never really understood what went on in Brod's mind. He understood that he was probably one of the oldest gods in existence, and probably had other things to worry about than his son.

Brod's eyes cut towards Goehearth when he spoke up. "The humans don't have the technology to detect us. So long as you keep yourself in check and not run around like the troll you are." He growled out grumpily, it was obvious he didn't have much favor for the Anarchy God. Going over to the unconscious girl he crouched down, looking her over with an analytical eye. He hadn't seen a demi-god in a long time but he knew better than to try and mess with her. Gods and demi-gods were a bit...special and it wasn't wise to try and tweak them.

Stjerne mentioned his stars vanishing making the Creator God's eyebrows rise up. That was surprising given their living status and not like some of the stars out there just being great balls of gas and explosions. The star god was pushing himself a bit far. "We need to gather our strength before doing much." He grunted as he rose back up to his full height. He leveled a look to Desious. "So why are our powers back?" He asked quietly, curious as to what had happened. He had no familiars even though he created half of the mythical beings that the others used as messengers or for gossip.

The familiar voice of his son spoke up, mentioning Hiraga and that blasted nuclear wasteland. Well a wasteland once, humans were a persistent bunch. Turning his golden eyes, which meant his attention, to Zencrux. "I have been well...and bored." He replied with a low sigh. "There's only so much mortal hands can create...and it's been a dull time. I hope you've had more excitement." He said, it was kind of strange how little his face moved when it came to expressions. Maybe it was because he had a lifetime full of being fixated on what he was creating that the muscles froze up or remained unused.

Hiraga eventually caught up to the slippery little minx, not putting much effort into it. After all, it was still morning, and despite their powers starting to return, she was still pretty sleepy. Hopefully the withdrawal symptoms form lack of heavenly energies would wear off quickly and did no permanent damage to her health. IT has never been done before. Either Death knew something they didn't know about themselves, or he risked the death of all of them, and for what, humans? He was going to give her some answers before she passed judgment.

When she reached the top of the building, she raised her arms and shrouded it in thick fog. Then she was surrounded by a white glow that dispersed nicely in the mist, before going through her true form into the shape of a dragon. Loading Fiala on her back, she launched to the air and took them towards the place the bell called them to.

One flight later...

She wasn't sure how to feel about meeting her extended family - and this many of them - at one time. But her curiosity burned and she pushed herself to go through. Casting their little gathering in mist as well so she could land unseen (And also because she felt like it), she dropped to the ground, causing the ground to shake. Transitioning again, she assumed the shape of one of her Dryads and cast off the fog with a strong gust of wing. "I'm so sorry, my invite got delayed at the post office."

Desious spoke calmly to those gathered. "There is no need to reveal ourselves, not yet at least. There will be a time for that revelation but not now. There are bigger problems that I need you to understand first before we go any further. I'll be blunt with you all however, something has changed for the worse and your release from exile was not my intention, but now I see it might have been a necessary incident. One happy thing perhaps." He paused letting them digest the information before continuing to address their individual questions.

First he turned to Goehearth, "Your children are not yet with me, though I cannot locate them exactly, I know they still live. Perhaps you should ask Stjerne for some assistance?"

Desious then turned towards Stjerne, "Careful friend, it seems to me that all of you are receiving your power back at different rates, I would not be surprised if there was already some Gods at full strength. It heartens me to see you helping them already, but as Zencrux has stated, do not overdue yourself right now or you will never fully get your powers back I fear." Stjerne would see that Desious made no comment on his star problem.

Death paused once more, out of the corner of his eye he saw the girl began to stir. Good. He turned back to the others, "Worry not of the Dark gods save one, Huseror. His evil machinations go back before you lot, to a time when your parents were yet young. Your parents contained him but I caught a glimpse once, in a time of cruelty, but I will say no more of that. We should be cautious, he will be plotting."

Now for the question of the hour, why had he locked them out? Would they understand? He turned to Brod, "My dear god of Creation, I have watched your works grow and live and for that pleasure I thank you. Now as for your question..

Fog suddenly erupted around them, cutting Desious off in the process, he heard a gust of wings and then a loud thump of a landing. Someone had arrived. As quickly as the fog came, it left in a gust of unseen wind and standing before the party was Hiraga, and Fiala. Death had wondered how long it would take her to arrive, she was probably most upset with him, save one. He had a small hope that she would understand, but she cared about the planet far more then those who lived upon it.

"Hiraga, Fiala, welcome my dears. I am sure, like these fine fellows, you have questions for me. Perhaps now would be a good time to leave to a more, appropriate location?"

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Keyla stirred, her head was pounding, had she hit her head? She remembered... She remembered a monster! She quickly sat up, there was no monster just a group of men talking, but the old man- No, Death, was still there. She caught half of the conversation, something about a man plotting. That couldn't be a good. She slowly stood up, not knowing what to do. She noted that the aurora was till overhead, then fog enveloped the area and she heard a large gust, then the ground shook as if something had landed. Her eyes grew wide once more, had the monster returned? She backed up slowly, but what came from the quickly dispersing fog, was not a monster but two women. One looked somewhat normal with blue hair, the other was... Exotic? She looked like she belonged in a book, but one word came to mind, a Dryad.

Then Death spoke again, welcoming Hiraga and Fiala. That was their names. Death said they needed to go to a more suitable location, but where would a group of people like them go? Keyla was still in a state of shock at all of this. These people looked like humans, but somehow she knew they weren't. Should she trust herself or run? Well, if she was going to run, it was now or never. But her legs once again failed her, and she stumbled and fell on the pavement with a loud umph.

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Goehearth caught the girl mid fall. "Wo there Demi-god! Don't want you fainting again! By the way, sorry about scarin' ya'. It's habit." He saw his older sister and little sister and went up to them after setting the demigod down. He stopped right in front of Hiraga. "Hello Hiraga. Please restrain yourself from starting a fight. We have bigger matters to deal with." then he went over to the younger of the two. He picked her up and lifted her over his head and shook her. "Your not always lucky!" then he put her down and hugged her. "I still don't like you." and he walked back to the Demi-god. "What's your name girl? I'm Goehearth, god of anarchy."

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Huseror looked through the collection, looking over it many times to confirm his suspicions. He looked at a purple gem, looking carved but no evidence of carving. He arrived in Olympia Oregon, a little too close to the welps, but his eye was here. He found it in a museum of national history, and his eye was on display as a native american jewel, but he knew better. He also knew he couldn't just buy it like most things, but he also knew that with man, everything has a price. "Found you, and soon I will have the power to preform the spell." and he walked towards management. He did worry about the godlings, but he knew that he had the time due to his agreement with the general. "Their creation will attack them, distracting them from the real threat, then I will no longer require the humans help." and he reached the office of the curator. He opened the door, sat down and made himself comfy. The curator, astounded, looked slack-jawed. "Get out now! Security! Come he-" but Huseror cut him off. I'm here to talk buisness." and he snapped his fingers and two men with suit cases came in and opened them. Billions of dollars right there. "I'd like to make a deal..."

Cold rain fell in thick sheets on the mountainside as the wind howled about him. Lightning etched the black clouds like serpents chasing one another, and above it all came the thunder, booming its great laughter for all to hear. Amos took it all in, if he was anything less then a God, he would have been miserable, instead he found himself laughing as he walked. His linear path had taken him through forest, plains and cities. All of which were boring but this, the mountains. He knew not which ones they were, only that they were high up, and it made him feel a semblance of home.

His realm.

Being one of the first children born to Solaria and Lunus had its privileges, as well as responsibilities, but Amos was fortunate to enjoy his task. He guarded the Gates of Heaven, the entrance to the vast beauty of the God's home. The Gates stood high in a valley of Mountains that had no peaks, no one had never seen them, not even he. Amos still remembered the day his mother gave him stewardship, he had been young then, a little naive but he took what was given with the utmost respect. One did not simply refuse his mother's will, he had learned that firsthand, and the experience still scarred him. Her powers were ultimately of life, but wrong her, and you would see that the sun could burn terribly. Pride goethe before the fall, they said. His scars took eons to heal, but they did and Amos kept himself in check every time his mother was present.

When both his parents retreated to solitude he mourned for a time. Something as great as that had never happened before, and most Gods felt the same. Then the mess with the humans came about, his task became easier. Who knew that chaos would thrive on a place such as Earth? His duty was to the Heavens, as long as it was safe, he payed no heed to the suffering of humanity at the hands of his siblings. Then he was locked out, his one duty to protect the Gates taken away from him. His rage was unfounded, nothing would calm him down, and he wasted himself battering the gates he once protected. Eventually he realized that perhaps if he locked out, nothing else could get in and he retreated in defeat. Ever bitter about the ordeal, he found himself often wondering what was happening up there. What were the people doing? Did they even care about their Lords and Ladies? Those questions haunted him.

Then his powers returned once again, but he lacked the one tool that could grant him clarity- his sword. It provided him his wings for flight and his wretched human body had lost it. Hopefully a fairy would find him soon enough or perhaps one his lost siblings could help?

As he walked further through the mountains, he began to hear a low humming. He approached with caution, the humming growing steadily louder until a shrine came to view. Once used as gateway between sites, or so he was told. Seeing that it was nothing to fear, he approached the shrine with curiosity. It seemed that by unlocking the Gates, Heaven's energy was flowing not to just them but to everything that once held magical power. The shrine itself was nothing more the rocks piled about, to a human it would look like nothing more then large mossy stones, but the stones were connected. In the center was a small circle etched with runes he could not decipher, he had never been good with language. Slowly the humming grew louder. Something was going to come through.

Stjerne sighs and wipes his nose, a little light flickering as he heals himself. He shrinks Aetherius down. "That names sounds familiar... Hmm... But on the topic of moving, I could lead us wherever we need to go." He looked over to Stjerne. "I think the penthouse should be close enough." The larger man scratches his neck. "Well, I'm not too keen on having everyone in my home... I like that dwelling. I worked hard to get that." Zencrux scowls, shaking his head. "If they break something, I'll toss them from the balcony. As for Huseror, Did that fight level that one city Brother made? Took out the island completely if memory serves."

@Rune_AlchemistDavid would look at Cyl oddly, raising a brow at her as he'd go to drop his cigarette to the ground and rub the cigarette into the asphalt below with the heel of his boot. He'd go to stand up from the wall, locking his eyes onto her/him cautiously as his eyes looked over the woman for a moment. His training taught him that even the most unlikely people could be the most dangerous threats, in this case he was wondering if she was some sort of criminal. It's no surprise to him that someone like that would approach him especially in the alleyway of London, England in the year 2018, and he had his doubts on how exactly... dangerous she was due to how small she looked. He was particularly confident to be capable of stopping her from doing something if she tried, although this woman acted... odd, much odder than any other person he had ever met in his whole life.

The man would actually be seen stepping towards her, his thought being he'd be capable of probably minimizing the amount of damage she could do with a gun, or draw her knife in a smaller distance. Although his hands stayed at his sides as he looked upon her with a set expression, nothing cold but a typical expression that held a bit of caution to such. His hands stayed wide open as he would tilt his head at her just a slight bit, a habit he has had ever since he was a young child and something boot camp never was capable of beating out of him, nor any officer or NCO or SNCO possible. She'd make note that he closed enough distance to make them only a body apart from one another, something not too awkward but something still rather close.

David would slowly stache his pack of cigarettes into the jeans he was wearing, letting said hand just dangle at his side as he would lock his eyes with hers, a sort of confidence brought on by several years of pure hazing embedded deep within his demeanor, face and eyes as he would ask her in a confident tone, "Sure, show me what it is."

Hiraga smiled, her barky skin creaking a little like an old floor board as she did. It was refreshing to once again look at familiar faces, at least the few that she didn't mind. "Well, less than you might expect, but I suppose there is a lot you want to tell us. But seeing as Amos is not here, I do have to ask: Have the Gates been opened?"

If so, can most of you go back home and stay there? she added in thought. If only she could find a way to lock most of her bretheren in the Heavens and keep her power while she stayed here, that would solve most of her problems. She should talk to Amos about it, he would be the perfect jailer. Where is he anyway? Unfortunately most of her watchers were magical creatures, and their population was all but destroyed by the years without the source of their magic. She would need to bolster their ranks. That required souls to reincarnate though, which in turn required devoted followers. She would have to see about those afterwards - ever since they were banished, their legends have been all but forgotten as well. I think I should start at the green parties. Remove the string pullers that are twisting their ideology for their own gain, and ta-dah.

Looking over the gathering, she spared Brod and Zencrux a wave of her hand. Hopefully there would be time to talk privately later.


What was it? The bell, the bell that none else heard? It was driving her crazy. Hell, she probably was crazy. That, or somehow what her mother told her was actually true, rather than a fantasy of a crazy woman. If that was so... oh dear. It would explain how was it that in the morning, she shoveled two pizzas, a burrito and five burgers down her throat and still felt like eating, and while all of a sudden she was turned into a gentleman magnet - already she swatted away five of them. She needed to find Hiraga, perhaps she would know what was going on. Hence why she was currently running at inhuman speeds towards the source of the ringing.