The Gods Are Us (Open)

[AshenBlade]

Athtar listened to Kovan's idea and stayed quiet for a second feeling a bit stupid for not thinking of that. They then nodded.
"Alright we can try your idea in the next town we visit."
They stared ahead feeling a bit angry at themself for being so stupid. For thinking that all the humans now wouldn't do anything much for them. Thinking about it again though humans were truly interesting creatures. Even if they had helped bring them down there's always the chance they had changed.

[mkairalla1]

( is this still open to join?)

[AshenBlade]

(Definitely. Also it would be great if you put your character sheet in the discussion topic.)

[mkairalla1]

(Alrighty! Thanks so much!)

[Sphye]

"A penny from a thief? What a shame that my thoughts are valued so little," Khojasha replied, forcing a small smile. Her eyes scanned Exalsis's face momentarily, trying to read the other goddess's emotions. Shaking her head, she turned back to face the direction the group walked.

"None of us know the future, do we?" she mused, keeping her pace steady without looking to see whether the mischievous goddess followed along. "Unless anyone knows something that they aren't telling... but some know less than they tell, as well." She gave a quiet laugh, light like the wind. Perhaps she was more bitter than she'd admit to herself, she supposed. She let her laughter fade, quickly as it had come. "But tell me, what are your thoughts?" she asked, her eyes searching the horizon as she addressed Exalsis.

At least some things were consistent. The way the land faded, tinting slightly blue in the distance... It was the same as always. Khojasha pursed her lips thoughtfully. No, they couldn't take this from her.

[Goddess of Searching] [Currently interacting with: Exalsis (Zeve)]

[Zeve]

Exalsis let's out a snort, "A penny from a thief is the highest of honors, what kind of thief would give their money away?" Exalsis continued carving into the stick allowing it to slowly take it's shape. She mused at what the future held for them and just shrugged, "Well we all want our powers back and to be reinstated. The other deities won't just let us do that though."

She paused a little more as she began whittling down large details into the small creature she carved, "I imagine it'll be a fight regardless if humans would want us back or not. But we will first have to decide how to go about getting ourselves back into shape before we worry about any of that." As Exalsis speaks she wedges the blade between her forefingers and slides them down to the tip to allow precision as she carves lines into the piece to give it intricate details.

[AshenBlade]

From trees and bushes nearby came the slight rustling of leaves and the loud snap of a twig. The noise caused Athtar to quickly glance over. They did not notice anything amongst the foliage though. They continued to walk thinking it must have just been an animal.

[Darkcrescendo]

Name: Seto
Gender: Male
God(dess) of: Magic
Appearance: Brown hair, usually messy and reaches down to slightly below his ears, and purple eyes. He is stuck in a form of a 18 year old, 5'6, luckily that's his preferred age anyways. Back then, his eyes used to be brown and only changed to purple when he was using magic or feeling particularly strong emotion.
He wears a black hoodie and dark jeans, slightly torn at the knees.
Seto is more thin than anything else, especially now that he's basically human.
He has purple symbols that were symbols of his power that start on his neck and reach down to his hips.
Personality: Seto is a bit mysterious by nature, even before losing his powers, which may make people mistrust him at first, but the more you talk to him the more...drawn to him you are. He's very kind, liking to help others and asking for no praise or recognition.
Many of humanity's...advancements had him involved in it silently somewhere.
He is slightly naive about some things. Seto is also hard to anger, and usually a very calm person.
Crush: (Open)
Lover: (Open)
Other: He likes watching magic tricks, not that he'd admit it, but he does enjoy the puzzle of figuring out how they did things. He wants to learn how to perform magic tricks, believing it might bring back the thrill of what he calls "true magic" even if its just a vague memory of how it felt...

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Áo Què returned to simply brooding, shoulda hunched and hair settling around her shoulders like a mane. Every so often, her hand would suddenly clasp at her satchel, knuckles almost white from the force that she used. This action, while repeated quite consistently, lasted but a mere second each exchange. She let out another sigh and tilted her head up to the sky, seemingly unperturbed by the harsh rays of the sun if it weren't for the slight narrowing of ethereal eyes.

She longed to be up there again; no dirty soil beneath her feet, no grime, no winds to blow gales of sound and grit into her face and the creases of her clothing. She longed for the cool mist of the clouds, to rest under the suns rays some ways outside the celestial palaces, underneath the beautiful cherry blossoms and enchanted fruit trees. Her thoughts soon turned to the people within that court, however, and a faint taste of bile invaded her mouth, twisting her expression to a grimace as she twitched and whipped her head away from the clouds. Anger burned in her as she thought of bright blue scales and a golden sneer, of underwater extravagance and abrasive coral. Even if they did get accepted back, it would be just like Fylakas said: nothing would be the same.

"Where are we going? Where are we stopping?" Áo Què muttered, question simultaneously directed to everyone and no one at all. They were a pitiful, lost little group, embarrassing in how far they had fallen. Even so, Áo Què just wished for a hot bath or, at the very least, someplace to clean and wash her feet.

[AshenBlade]

"We will be traveling until sunset and set up camp." Athtar replied " we would hopefully reach the next town over by tomorrow late afternoon."