Welcome to Gaia! ::

(( I’ll work on the posty style later. ))

It was prett chaotic here really. Cries from the gods and goddess escaped their mouths, sounds of clashing swords, shields, and other magical weapons echoed the arena, golden liquid known as ichor was spewing all over the battle field, and nothing but chatting erupted from crowd of immortals resting the stands, especially on the right side of the arena where Plutus and Aristaios where sitting and discussing something stupid. The stupid god of honey-mead was trying to convince the god of wealth himself to kind of quickly give him aboundance of his new, amazing batch of olives as well as cheese. Simple stuff really, but if everyone would just ask, what was the point of him becoming blind again? Might as well make him deaf. But, why not? Anything to dispise the King of insert horrible word, right? ”So? Would ya? Would, would, would, would ya?” the other god asked, all hyper and such, practicly flying out of his seat. Ploutos sighed, and opened his mouth to reply, only for Pheme to blurt out ”And our winner is none other than Ares!” as the whole crowed booed as if they wanted Nike to shine victory over someone else, except for Zeus who bodly clapped for his son which made it just more unsual. ”Fine, I’ll do it. But if Zeus makes me deaf ‘cause of you, have fun dealing with Mother,” the blind god replied, with no emoition. Then, with a snap, the olives and cheese resting in front of him multiplied, and multiplied, and multiplied. And then, with that accomplished, the son of Apollo vanished with a cracking noise along with the new food. Gotta love magic. So, alone, he sat there, by himself, waiting for someone to announce who was winning the fights down there, or to make conversation. Wasn’t too much to ask right?

(( So? You know too many big words plus can type more than what I thought. Blah. I think that makes up for it xD And should’ve used Po instead now seeing that :/ Oh well ))

Sounds of sandels edging closer and closer to him sounded and his head turned toward the direction which it came from whil rasing an eye brow interest. Seconds past, and yet it was still silence. A mouse then? Wait, no, a women. ‘Bout the sounds of it, middle edged, her voice speaking with elegance. Not much to work from really, except he can cross out Persephone from his list. But by judging how she knew he was instantly, he guessed it was a guessing game. That or he could always just ruin the game by just using his knowledge but … what fun is that? He wasn’t Hermes or anything, but he still liked to act that way most of the time. The god of wealth twisted his mouth as he thought of a good reply. ”Only if you do two things for me. One, promise to tell me if Ares goes down in a battle. And second, if you don’t mind me guessing who you are.“ his voice barrly muttered with a smirk as his head turned back towards the immortals fighting, biting his thumb. It was his way of trade you could say. ”So, you Hygeia or Epione?” he asked, still not facing Athena. And before she had to time breath out one word, the crowed ahead of them erupted with cheer as Cydoimus, the god of confusion, apparently won. Fitting I, he, guessed. But, still, he had no spirit and won’t have any spirit till Athena’s brother went down, and went down hard. He didn’t know why but he guessed it was just the presence of the stupid god down there. And with that, he brushed off some of the dust on this dress pants and leaned back while closing his eyes, resting his head onto the wall.