Ages Eternal [IC] (ages Eternal) The Great Marriage

Ílluminaë immediatly went towards the table and sat down in a spot where both her left and right were still free. She hoped her brother; Refcaskha, would sit with her. She began eating from the screaming subtance and shivered when the sensational flavours and texture mesmerized her.

"This... This is so good!" She said happily before looking around. When she got her brother in view she also found another woman; another goddess.

'Ohmy... there's introductions to be made...' Ílluminaë thought happily as she ate; quietly waiting for the goddess to get closer before engaging in conversation...
 
The Worm strode across the room, looking at the newcomers. She sniggered at Refcaskha, glared at the Great Maiden, and seemed perplexed by Illumanae. Overall, the being gave off a strong necrotic aura. The sense she gave was of power, but not of godhood. It seemed the Worm wasn't a god, but something else.

Sitting down uncomfortably close to the white goddess with pointed ears, the Worm poked at the food, as though not sure what to do with it. It jiggled and yelled, until the being simply gave up, and sat back impatiently.
 
Refcaskha ignored the worm, unwilling to deal with its petty antics right then as he made his way over to the banquet. Seating himself beside his sister, he and Ílluminaë share a glance at the singing jello. Hers of mirth and interest, his of caution and thinly concealed trepidation. He wasn't an expert on foods, but on the few poisonings he had helped with he had been pretty sure it had looked nothing like... whatever this was, and it certainly did not sing.

Prodding at the food with one of the... utensils(?) given to them, he watched as his sister at happily, gushing about the taste of the food. This was around when the noticed the problem. Neither of his forms was able to ingest... well... anything. One had no mouth, and the other could not taste. It would simply fall through. The only form of his that did have a functioning mouth was the one he was almost entirely unable to access, as well as a secret of his.

Placing his utensils down, he resigns himself to watching his sister eat happily while simultaneously observing the rest of the table. He wasn't sure why the worm was here. The being was petty and arrogant, and the last god out of all he had met he would expect to show up for a marriage.
 
Ílluminaë witnessed how the goddess walked over and sat down a seat away from her. She smelled like death and bad things, but she couldn't see any apparant evil around the being. Or well; not yet.

She smiled happily at Refcaskha when he sat down next to her and looked curious when he didn't eat; "Don't feel like eating, huh?" She asked sweetly ad immediatly continued devouring her own.

After a while she slowly tilted her head to look at where her brother was, and when she noticed that he was looking at her she smiled brightly and patted his shoulder. "You're fine. Mortal troubles won't bother us here, brother." Her eyes sudenly glared up as she looked at him with a almost childish enthusiasm; "Maybe... Maybe they got some beverages? I'd love something to drink; what about you?"
 
The Worm, surprisingly enough, was waiting for something. She looked over the room. Silly Refcaskha glowered over the food; no mouth to eat. He was destined the fate of misguided Paloria, she knew. The Great Maiden shouted of her great power. These gods believed themselves to be pure and holy, but the Worm understood that corruption lurked in their hearts. Hers, too, was not a great thing to behold. But, so many years under the sea makes one look deep inside. She knew it was there. A mortal, after all, was always weak. But looking at these brooding, discontent creatures, it seemed they'd never grasped their inherent flaw: pride.

Some things never changed, it seemed.

As the white goddess continued to chatter away, the Worm realized she'd been born relatively recently. She sensed a strong aura of light and 'purity.' Yet another off the same block. Were those who birthed Hakku really so one-sided? Here was another to bring ruin and strife upon the world. The Worm sighed. Perhaps there would be more gods to come. Perhaps they'd find themselves nothing but a wasteland, and rebuild another world, doomed to die?

The Worm waited more, listening idly to the white goddess's chatter. She forced herself to be patient. This would be over before too long.
 
((Thing aint dyin till I let it.))
Refcaskha looked over at his soster as she reassured him. Though she may be right in that regard... he didn't know how he could do it. Maybe... maybe just putting it between his skeletal jaws? It was times like these he wished he was like the other gods. He wasn't a creator like them. He just... didn't have that spark.

As Ílluminaë continued to talk about drinks, he found himself nodding along as his form switched to that of his darker side. Immediately, two of his four hands floated out and scoured the table for drinks to return to the duo. The other two grasped some of the utensils given to him and scooped some of the gelatinous substance.

His hands floated up towards his skull, jaws creaking open as they deposit the... food... into his mouth. To his surprise, instead of falling through him, the substance seemed to disperse into his being, providing a... pleasurable sense. He found he rather enjoyed it. It 'tasted' like fair play.

As his other hands returned with drinks for Ílluminaë and himself, he helped himself to the sensation of taste, silently envious of those around him who could experience this when they wished it.
 
The feast was rather uneventful, in a good way. The food was filling and refreshing, and light and clean. The drink, supposedly alcoholic, though only very lightly so, tasted like water from a heavenly spring of some sort. The Hostess called the food 'Pudding' and the drink 'Dew', though they were not similar to such substances any of the guests were familiar with by those names.

At this a mighty bell was heard. It resonated through-out the palace, and the Fool and Hostess both shuddered uncontrollably, as if by fear they both shook off immediately. A blinding like came forth from the tunnel...

It would form into, or rather lessen to reveal, a robed, winged female with a tall hat. Every bit of her form radiate this odd, unnatural light. It was hard to look at and warmed the gods whom it touched. The Fool ignored the harsh neon light and approached the figure. "Ah! the Priestess has arrived!!"

"It is good to see you, darling priestess! Let us make haste with the ceremony, for our guests have finished the meal!"

The priestess spoke, in a voice that was unexpectedly... Human. "Yes, brother. Let us open it."

The Fool gathered the guests to watch. The Knight might have been seen off to the side, a silent tear escaping his rusted visor.

The Fool cranked the box. It sang. Not with mechanical notes, but instead with an organic voice like the wind. The song was peppy, and joyous. After The Fool stopped cranking, A incredible 'thud' was heard, followed by creaking and wood scraping against wood. The top panel of the box lifted into the sky, straight up from the box itself, and then, silence.

Lightning erupted from the box, but instead of a 'snap' of thunder it was the sharp cacophony of all noise in the universe, as though the world at once smash into the minds of those who heard.

And there they stood, confused, yet fully formed gods. Something inside drew you to what was clearly for you, Even before the Fool methodically introduced everyone to their arranged spouses.

Verum, Averel, Befarnel, Esces, Ihnja, Biarus and Basulla stood before the older gods. The Fool began to cry, just a little, as something seemed to occur to him...

((As of now those spouses are in their respective players control. Horicabu can introduce the Worm's spouse at any time, it's up to him whenever. EDIT: On second thought, @ChelonianCommander suggested, and I think I kinda agree since a few of you expressed this, that it might be better for us gm's to control the spouses until after the marriage.))
 
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Mutare waited in silence as the box opened. It was an impressive event as the Fool opened the box he hears a beautiful song, and then terrible screaming for but a moment. The box's contents were revealed and several new gods were born. There was a good selection of new gods and Mutare wondered how they could benifit his work, and how they can hinder it. He gives the new gods a quick view before turning to the Fool.

"New gods? Become spouses? For what purpose? Benefit how?" He asks the fool.
 
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