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Xsar


Xsar sat in his multi-colored throne through the display of the Guardian and his power, he wasn't even interested in the exchange much less surprised. He sat pondering the events and how the inevitable civil war will unfold, his theories of what might happen began to descend into madness quickly but the surface of it seemed to be a sure thing already. Several Gods laying claim to the throne, old rivalries and petty squabbles sparking the tinder to war.. He smirked to himself, which was of little consequence as the other gods have to contain their emotions and expressions. Xsar did not, his insanity being the perfect cover for any slipped expression... so he didnt even try any longer, a serious expression on his face was far more suspect than an amused smirk.

The best part of this godly civil war was his position, and to an extent Janin's. While they may not be loved by many of the others they are hardly viewed as a threat. Xsar displayed this handily during the first civil war, applying military pressure to both sides randomly. Never committing a serious force or engaging in the major battles. Except when it came to capturing the goddess of Knowledge a few years ago.

In an instant his childish smirk switched to pained sadness, not at her death as the rest of their family had mourned, but at her enslavement. He hated that he had to enslave her in such a way... but he had to know about his enemy, about the Maruk, he had to KNOW. His eyes flashed wide in sudden fury that evaporated a moment later as he realized that there was some debate happening around him. He glanced up again, having entirely missed the gods talking over the last few moments.

Seemed like the fishy god was probably jockeying for position again, and Azzy threw his hat into the ring for king.

He hopped up in the throne and stabbed a finger at Azo'tet "You can't be king!" he shouted at the top of his voice "It would be too depressing." before turning to Aesis "and you can't either, you are way to Fishy" and promptly sitting back down wondering if anyone else would catch his double meaning of fishy... and hoping he could piss off Aesis enough to start a fight so the guardian would smack him around. He beamed at Aesis looking happy as could be, mostly to just get under his skin a little more.

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Ilyona
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The Sun Goddess watched as the other deity trickled in, remaining at her throne and molding her face into various subtle expressions based on who arrived. A number of other emotions bubbled up to her surface, the only ones really of note being that who had sided with War in the rebellion; an aura of gentle awkwardness was around Ilyona for a short time before her resolution returned to her, clutching her scythe tightly with one hand. A strange sense of pride welled up inside of Ilyona, spurred on by memories of slaying the rebellious god herself, ending the war in the heavens. Were such memories always so fondly remembered?

Of course, such mental discussion quickly dissipated from her mind when she realized that Zadia was now standing in the room after a dramatic entrance of a crackling ball of pure, hate-driven energy that bathed everything in a deep crimson. Ready to spring into action, her pure knuckles turned even whiter from how hard Ilyona gripped her staff, readying a spell to be casted at the War Daughter. As Zadia spoke, Ilyon felt more than contempt just for her and her so called "plight"; she didn't want the throne to uphold order or even tradition, that bitch just wanted it for herself. Skipping over the formalities of magic, she Ilyona was about to show case her other title, Lady Reaper, to the rest of the gods, no doubt tickling Azo'tet's pickle to some degree. However, with the Guardian stepping into all of this before conflict would rear its head on the sacred hall of the Gods, Ilyona took a deep breath in and sate back down in her throne.

A peaceful chat seems to be the best option, wether that was one enforced by the precesne of a being which could probably kill the lot of the already all-powerful beings in the room by breathing in their general direction was up to debate (not really). With more deep breathes, Ilyona felt herself calm down, shooting a look at Okasa to make sure she was okay before moaning at Xsar's terrible puns. Those things were probably more lethal to any form of life than anything Ferrum could forge.
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