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A feeling of an odd warmth takes over you, you're engulfed with this freakish calm that makes your skin tingle and throb slightly under it's feel. Opening your eyes, you look around to notice you're in an oddly calming field, the feeling of the grass rubbing upon your legs and the breeze caressing your figure as the sun bathed you in that comforting warmth soothed you for about a minute.

Looking around again, realizing you're out in the middle of nowhere, you spot a dot in the distance. Squinting your eyes you're quick to realize...it's a building. Then it comes back to you. You remembered why you were here...and the invitation in your palms told you exactly so.

The god looked about, bandages decorating his arms that blocked out the sun from his beautiful blue eyes. The invitation in hand, he approached the building with his familiar nervous gaze.

"W-well..." he stuttered, "this is the place"

Ezotz looked around again to spot anyone or anything. Walking forward, the thousands of flowers sparked his gaze and made a smile fall upon his lips. He shrugged after having thought, "can't resist beauty."

Having already entered the building, the heavily scarred male looked at the murals decorating the many walls with a curious intrigue. Oobris wanted to know what the murals were about...and why they were even made. Creation never really made sense to him anyway.

"Why did I even come here?" he wondered as he walked about in a circle peculiarly. He glanced at the invitation in his shirt pocket. "****s and giggles, I guess."

As the crimson haired goddess of death stalked towards the building in the distance, she couldn't help but gaze upon the flowers she passed. Some of which she would have gladly added to her vast gardens in her flouting castle, the capitol of the Underworld.

She sighed crossing her arms behind her back as she entered the building. She was rather short, exactly 5 feet in height. She wore a strapless blue dress with a red belt, and a slit running up the right side of the skirt, fitted to her curvy, yet defined, body. She wore black and red boots, with red gloves. Her crimson hair was short and spiky. Her eyes were solid black save for the glow of red pupils. And she had a long, furry brown tail. As she walked, she noticed another was already here.

"Hello, young one."

Vion was struck with the thought that he was dead for real this time. Then he laughed.
He stretched his hands and legs, felt the heaviness of his armour, felt his hair pressed against his face... Once he took hold of his sword, it all came back to him.
The elf pushed himself to his full height, long red hair framing his golden face. He looked at the sky. "<What magic nonsense>," he murmured in his native language, a smile playing across his face. He sheathed his sword, hiding the bloody thing from sight, and neatly folded the invitation.
He pushes easily through the flowers, heading towards the building.

He appeared into the area by the invitation. "Hm...quite...traditional" he said. He had a straight composure and the aura of a businessman. A gray jacket, dark gray vest, white shirt, black tie, gray pants and black shoes. He wore a gray fedora. His hands was in the pocket except his left hand was holding a pocket watch, "On time as usual." He placed it back into his pocket. He looked around with a smile. An European feature however his hair was black hair and black eyes.

The tall young man looked around, the god only noticing the presence of others through feeling and not attempting to turn around. However, it struck him as peculiar that there were others who were to come to the very same field and building that he was in.

He lifted his hand to give a notable wave with the back of his hand, the man continued to look at the murals with a hand in his pocket. The light peering through the large cerulean windows made his tanned skin which was littered in wounds; old and new, bruises and scars, cuts and scratches.

"This place sure is pretty..." he shrugged, "why the ****
would anyone create this?" he asked no one in particular.

"Hmmm...mnng..." he let out as he attempted to touch a flower, not noticing anyone else as the delicate lily shriveled back instinctually due to his touch. "O-oh, no..." he bit his lip hard in a minor frustration. How come the grass never shriveled beneath his bare, bandaged up feet?

He never even bothered to notice anyone, really, as he stared at the fields of flowers of various colors and types. The god's bright blue eyes that always stuck out flickered over the delicate little things. His gaze seemed a bit downcast, his lip quivering just barely enough to be seen as his short dark blue-gray hair was blown around in a breeze.

Heading towards the building, Oobris was the first person Vion came across. He stopped several meters behind the god, one hand resting comfortable on his sword's hilt. "Eyei, avasori. Yoen mahei ave lown sen?"
It took Vion a couple moments to realize that this stranger definitely didn't speak Valinsori. "Ah, thein... Aahh... Sorry." He raised a proper hand in greeting this time, and used the same hand to bashfully push back some hair. "Hello, avasori. Is this, ahh, is this place your doing?"
His common was poor and heavily accented, all the consonants soft and vowels drawn out. From his smile, it seemed he was genuinely doing his best.

He raised a scarred brow, again not moving his gaze from the walls. He shook his head, ignoring the foreign language and not even feigning curiosity of it.

"I'm afraid not," he answered as he crossed his battle heavy arms. He then turned his head to meet the unknown god's gaze. "Honestly I'd be the one to run the place to ruin if I stay for a few centuries..."

He then stared at Vion, his pale pure white gaze narrowing slightly, "all I know about this place is that it's a place the gods meet." he shrugged.

She looked around at the grandeur and design of the building. Crossing her arms as she did. It was of a design she had never seen before in her many eons of life.

"Whoever build this took the time to work out every little detail."

She said before the death goddess turned her gaze to the others.