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*Nilaneros simply looks at Aggles and says to him.* "You hear it don't you? Have fun little one."

P watched as this occurred with a warm, entertained smile on his face.

(P just watching this like a kid eating popcorn.)

(yeah pretty much)

(P about to die: Huh. Based)

(Ps reaction to death

"No thanks" he thought. "I'm mostly happy with what I have, and I just like causing mischief!" he says, still trying to pull it down.

Rott looked at P and glared. "Do something." He stated with anger coating his voice.

(ima have to go for awhile btw)

P glanced at Rott, sighed and snapped his finger. Suddenly, it began snowing inside the ballroom, in attempts to distract everyone from what they were doing.

Like the glitter before, any bits of snow that came to close him vanished into thin air.

He only managed to get a drop to fall from the goblet before he was suddenly distracted by the snow.
"Woah! A cryomancer? In here of all places?!"

Nergal shrugged and reached into a pocket in his robe before pulling out a handful of chocolate coins wrapped in golden foil. "I will reward you for your effort" He said while handing him the coins.

"Even better!" He said with an excited jump up as he gathered them and began to snack on them.

*Nilaneros simply continued. He observed the snow with curiosity but nothing more. The chalice but effectively molded into place. He looked at Aggles with some semblance of malicious intent. He then looked at Nergal.* "A god of chaos and war. We could work together you know. But I imagine that is not in your interest."

He sat in a corner hard at work writing a song. He would be playing a series of riffs, chords, and melodies.

P laughed at the Cryomancer comment.
"Not a cryomancer, but a magician won't tell his secrets~"

He noticed Adrian playing the riffs, chords and melodies. Suddenly, one of the strings snapped unexpectedly.
Did P cause that?

He huffed and set his guitar aside.

P smiled at the whole guitar thing, his eyes narrowing beneath his mask.

Though the party had turned quiet, P had only just begun.

Hearing that the two were gods, his eyes narrowed. He wasn't all too fond of gods or goddesses, and never really was.