Raelenea

The marble block turned with his hands showing channels on the other sides that flowed in and around each other the scars that left a circular pool of blood below it like melted wax. Scire smiled and cupped his hand above the block blowing on it. A whoomp of thumping red flame above it inhaled the pool of wax moving about the channels freely. The ticking adoration of madmen tapped to see their notice directed at a canvas marked as an interest of his own. Most would appreciate that Scire saw intrinsic value in her activities and the rest he would watch.

Sat back he grinned as the gauntlet's sharp finger turned to rounded mail. Unadorned candle enkindled behind him he rose to his feet to Ai with predatory eyes that saw uncertainty. At that movement yellow robe tightens to brown and gold shaded formalwear a muscled frame behind it one chainmail glove tethered into his pants pocket.

Scire reaches forward to stroke Ai's cheek with a chainmail thumb that inspired errant misplaced memories, "They have sent their little brushes to paint a better understanding of the threat. To burn or to learn? You can do what you have always done and how you have always created..."

He smiled pushing up his glasses with his other hand then pointing at her nose with it, "...find the worthy and give them something to fight for."

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Ai, Goddess of Love, Lust, and Sexuality
Fairy Glade

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Ai watched, curiously as Scrie continued his work, manipulating marble and wax and morbidly, blood. She loved seeing others at the mercy their talents, however disturbing it may have been. It made her feel as less like a tool to her talents.

Sitting back, he shifted his form, his scholarly robes conforming to the muscular frame beneath them, draping into former wear, easily removable, she noted, minus the chain mail that formed around his hands, the only thing that remained was the glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose.

He reached up, cupping her cheek, a thumb dancing over her skin. She could only smile, amusement in her eyes. "They have sent their little brushes to paint a better understanding of the threat. To burn or to learn? You can do what you have always done and how you have always created..." He said, before removing his glasses and pointing with them to her nose. "...find the worthy and give them something to fight for."
Ai, who hadn't move from her perch atop the table, leaned up, a kiss away from him, dainty fingers curling around the glasses she had aimed at her face. She pushed them down gently. "And are you one of the worthy, Scrie?" She purred, a kittenish grin on her face. "Is that what this display is all about?" She said, as her fingers danced down the glasses and up his forearm. She invented flirtatious coyness,so she could see it when it was presented to her. What he said prior was not lost on her, but she was easily distracted when it came to the possibility of using her talents, it was as addicting to her as it was any mortal. They were sending scouts to find out what the Ichor is actually after and whether or not they should kill it or not....or even if they could. All of this was not a matter for the Goddess of Love, there would be nothing for her to do, if it couldn't be distracted by her talents.

"If you wanted to explore my talents, all you have to do is ask." She added, her mind getting back to the opportunity that seemed to be presenting itself, with a grin that would sent a mortal man to his knees.

Hazarmaveth simply stood quietly at this display by Ai, as promiscuous as it were. Many mortals find themselves moved, whisked within this flirtatious display, but he was not a mortal, nor ever was, and was certainly not one would call ideal physically as he currently was. He felt ever so slightly awkward in this, but with a brief respite from the flirtatious exchange he cleared his throat.

"Greetings, Ai, an extravagant of entrance as I should have come to expect," he says, trying to douse the atmosphere somewhat. "What Scire has stated is true in some regards, the Black Ichor, Bashemath, spreads, taking that which has died and breathing in new life, but is yet to actively destroy. The other fact is that she came from the tree of the first mother... a fact, I admit, that leaves me alone emotionally unreliable to act on this matter."

He turns away, looking out upon a balcony down upon Aettean, taking a moment to settle his mind from the war raging within. The last thing he desired was to lose himself.

"Perhaps with no love is not exactly true, this being was born in part from what Abaranne must have felt seeing her children dead and dying before her, a feeling I'm sure so few of us could even remotely relate to," with this he sighs and looks back. "I believe she believes everything she says, that she wants to create a protected world of nothing but life and pleasure, perhaps... perhaps instead she is like a child who witnessed something she loved destroyed, but at the same time felt every second of its final moments. Perhaps instead of lacking love, it is instead indiscriminate maniacal love that is fueled by trauma both physical and emotional."

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Ai, Goddess of Love, Lust, and Sexuality
Fairy Glade

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Ai looked over as Hazarmaveth cleared his throat, her kittenish grin never fading. He seemed to be a little embarrassed by what he'd been saying, and perhaps a little shy given his form. Ai, however, loved to love, no matter what the form so long as she could touch it. "Greetings, Ai, an extravagant of entrance as I should have come to expect," He said, and she giggled. He was trying to ease the sexual tension....he would learn that was just her present. Like his blue light, ever present. "Greetings, Hazarmaveth." She purred.

"What Scire has stated is true in some regards, the Black Ichor, Bashemath, spreads, taking that which has died and breathing in new life, but is yet to actively destroy. The other fact is that she came from the tree of the first mother... a fact, I admit, that leaves me alone emotionally unreliable to act on this matter."
He explained and Ai rose her brows. "She?" She sang. It it had a gender, then it was likely it had a personality, if it had a personality, it had intelligence, and if it had intelligence, it had desires, and desires were her specialty. She looked at Hazarmaveth and his sudden bashfulness in regards to emotion and she lifted herself from her seat atop the table, standing before Scrie, dancing a few fingers across his chest, she moved over to Hazarmaveth and smiled almost sadly, as he lost himself in his thoughts for a moment.

"Perhaps with no love is not exactly true, this being was born in part from what Abaranne must have felt seeing her children dead and dying before her, a feeling I'm sure so few of us could even remotely relate to," He said and for the first time, her flirtatious expression faded. She bore no children, but wanted to. She did not want demi-god children that she would have to love from a distance, she wanted a child, full God or Goddess that she could love up close. She already loved her imaginary children, she could only imagine what it would be like to lose real ones. Love like that was the strongest, and that could not be manipulated only strengthened.

"I believe she believes everything she says, that she wants to create a protected world of nothing but life and pleasure, perhaps... perhaps instead she is like a child who witnessed something she loved destroyed, but at the same time felt every second of its final moments. Perhaps instead of lacking love, it is instead indiscriminate maniacal love that is fueled by trauma both physical and emotional."

Ai looked at Hazarmaveth and sighed. "And what, Brother, do you believe I can do, as you know, with even the smallest amount of love, I can manipulate it, but if this is what is fueling this....ichor, then there is not much I can do." She said but then pursed her lips. "Unless, I can increase the love she has for the things being destroyed?" She offered but she didn't think there was much too that theory. Love was a fickle thing, as strong as it was.

As Edna was calming herself down from what Xyr was planning, another voice and figure entered the council room. As she looked at the new arrival it was Ai the Goddess of Lust, and Sexuality. Edna smiled at her and waved. "Welcome Ai, looking as beautiful as always. Glad you can join us." She greeted with a smile.

As the meeting still continued Edna began to get more nervous, she was really worried about Xyr's plot and Bashemath. She needed to find her and see if she can get friendly with her. She may not have been the type to push the advantage or get fired up, but when the lives of many people were in danger she could not wait idly. "I'm sorry, I can't wait any longer. I will be looking for Bashemath myself. I just can't sit around doing nothing, but I am sure we can fix this situation and return back to our peaceful lives. I wish we could stay longer and talk but lets ensure Xyr stops this mess before it gets out of hand. I will be sure to make a party once this gets solved so please do come by to my home if you have time. I will see you all soon." She smiled as she conjured an orb from thin air with the image of the mortal word then like that she vanished.

Shale looked like he wanted to return Hazermaveth's response, but decided against it, thinking to stay more introverted and not wanting to spark any unnecessary arguments.

Then, the goddess of love and sexuality again. Shale was somewhat surprised by the random entrances all these gods were making, but then just rolled his eyes again. He always thought that practicality was always more effective than beauty or grandiose, but then again, he was just one pair of eyes in the universe. Then, Edna left. While he definitely did not feel the same way about Bashemath, he did understand the value of time and efficiency.

"I personally think I'm agreeing with Edna, yet again. We can't just sit around here all day and bicker about when and what." He did stay, however, mainly out of curiosity for which suggestion would gain majority vote.

As Hazarmaveth begins to respond to Ai he feels a sudden rush through the veins of creation itself, a bright surge of light through his flame. He holds up his hand to catch the attention of all present and looks out, catching the end of some event down below, somewhere on Aettean. It was something he had felt only once before.

"Something emerged from beyond the veil," he says, almost cryptically. "Not my brother, thankfully, but it still requires attention."

With this he holds out his hand and summons one of his Seekers from a short-lived rift within the ground connecting into Shalom. This one, humanoid and male in appearance, robed in black, stood before Hazarmaveth, looking up at him, staring with luminescent eyes light moon light behind a white mask.

"There was a disturbance near Hoffngard, in Ertse'gart, could you check to see what has occurred," he says to the figure, his tone making it out as a request and less an order. "I believe there may soon be a new induction."

An induction... he referred to of course the formal acceptance of a god. Without word the Seeker steps back for a moment, takes a quiet bown and, with a glow of runes across the being's body he transforms to resemble a large black bird and takes off at great speed from the balcony, diving down towards Aettean below.

"Well... eager is the youth, not even a 'hello'," he says, an attempt at humor. "Still, that anomaly just now was too immense to be ignored. While I doubt it has any connection to Bashemath and the Black Ichor it requires attention none the less. And... I'm sure Xyr will try to become involved in it as well."

Scire, momentarily distracted by flipping pages of his book replied to Ai after a fashion. He palmed his glasses raising an eyebrow at Ai and Hazarmaveth, "I'm merely a product of my environment and keep the worthy goaded to action. It seems there's a new product now, eh? I don't train the new blood I keep them going on their own path."

Recalling something that he thought wouldn't end well he laughs, "That does remind me not to be alone with someone like Ai for too long."

His expression muted, "Let alone Xyr. That would be less amusing for everyone involved. Anyway, things to do!"

Fingers uncoiled Scire rose a monacle to put into one eye and opened his book on a scored table that wafted dust like it had sat for some days there. It wasn't summoning as much as the warren followed Scire around his realm the organic chaos of art, creation, and literature nearly an animate thing in of itself. The God of the Driven hadn't the focus to maintain discrete servants like the others merely focusing his realm and power on his followers.

With his gauntlet Scire opened the hardbound metal book emblazoned with his symbol. Scraps of vellum and paper poured out of it like water onto the table a map of some city depicted on the book's pages. Scire rose his gauntleted hand pointing at the air above the table as a flood of papers fluttered out of the book and upward into the air. Faces and their scraps of attendant thoughts from Scire's mind as he looked for Hoffngard among the minds of his followers.

"Who is closest to this new event...", He mused as Scire's inattention to Raelenea faded him back to into the warrens.

First Bashemath, then the random entrances of so many other deities, and then even more announcements from Hazermaveth. Shale was, frankly, incredibly annoyed by all of the events that had happened since he decided to attend this meeting. Resentful of those wasting his time, Shale decided to speak again. "Well, I suppose it is time I got back. I will take note of Bashemath and whatever else you decided to say, but I am very busy, and this time of year is quite important for my work."

With that, Shale's form slowly began to collapse upon itself, fading into a black mist, until disappearing completely.