Welcome to Gaia! ::

His back nearly facing the door, he raised his hand and beckoned her to come in. The air was warm and all the moisture upon her body tingled and misted right off of her, flowing out of the door to leave her dry. "All are welcome. I gave my summons to all." He glanced back and smiled, stroking his hand through his red hair again, then turning back to Hermes. "Come, find a place to sit. I am not a proper host, but I feed and house any who see it. These are.... hard times."

Half-sighing, he looked at the many empty chairs. He'd been here for a long, long time and he alone knew that each chair here would hold a god one day. The cycle brought them all here, to live at times, but the wheel was slowing and they were going to be given the choice to live as mortals one last time, or vanish from the world, even THIS world of the In Between. He mumbled "So many yet to come... so many fallen gods... "

A figure slightly glows in the dim light of the rain. The water slides of the cloak over his shoulders. At a steady pace, the man feels as though he's being pulled in this direction as if lead by another. He spies a pillar of smoke tapering from the ground. His fiery hair drips over his face as the rain begins to pound on his shoulders.

The ice eyed man approaches as he sees the outlines of a home and pulls the cloak tighter around himself. Even though his smile and love of the wilderness is amazing, he still feels that, instead of creating a safe haven, he should enter the existing one.

A shrill caw echoes from above as a large black figure glides down to his shoulder. "Heh...you see it too, eh, Daemon? Alright, let's go." The raven flaps the extra water off his wings and shakes his head. His gloved hand reaches for the bird and strokes him until his feathers are straight once again. "Yeah, I need to dry off too. Ha, I should have made these things waterproof."

The red haired stranger arrives to the steps of the dwelling and he inhales a cold breath and breathes out a warm and pleasant one. He reaches to knock gently on the door and smiles awaiting the answer. He then mummbles to himself, "I hope he's home."

He let out a hearty laugh and looked at them both, then to the door behind, "All things here, return to here. It's nothing short of a wonder that there are gods among the gods. That is to say, those who make up a better whole when they take their rest."

"I am one such, a watcher of sorts. There are others. I believe the one among your "southern" kin would be Apollo. He has not been here for a very, very long time. But then again, the sun must keep moving, no?"

"It is a pleasure to see you again, Lugh. Memories of you are still strong among my cousins, Cousin? I thought surely you'd be a few years yet. But as always, there is a place for you here, among the head seats" He reclined and looked around them, yawning slightly.

Better to eat than be eaten, as we both know. *stiffles a yawn and then smiles over his guests.* Nothing more any could ask for?

"Nay, it is merely a shifting in the balance again. People are forgetting who and what we are, and so we rest. I've been here for a long, long time yet. I only return for the briefest time, when someone realizes my truth of form. My history and origins are lost, and so I've taken to adding to this "simple hovel" for the InGathering of all the gods. We are going to make a new world soon, and leave our followers to the Will of the One God."

Throwing back his head and laughing, he actually had to wipe away a tear. "Has it been so long that you've forgotten. Ah, well, it is among other things lost to the masses. There are the Vassals of Knowledge, the Conclave of Essence, and the Echos of Power. Me and Lugh here are Vassals. We exist and convey the information again and again, for as long as needed, until the Neo Genesis arrives. When that happens, and all the gods have gathered, we all release our bodies to form a single being, the Conclave of Essense. At that point, we punch a pinpoint-sized hole in the fabric of this world, force outward into a new pocket universe, and explode outward to every corner, stretched and shaping it as our collective mind sees fit. As the distance grows and the force slows down, we individualize and our bodies reform, and the reformation draws in what we need and forms what we see in this universe as galaxies. These are the Echos, from which we still draw life.

You see, this has happened for so long, even I have forgot then times. Each universe we've greated has continued to exist, side-by-side, inside-out, every which way.... But they all still exist, and each time, we leave a bit of ourselves behind to be reclaimed by the One God. Someday, HE shall consume us before we can leave, and so HE shall become something more.

Me and Lugh here have argued it before, as to whether we were all One Gods at onetime. And so this One God will drift and join another gathering, as we are here.