On the Seventh Day, Mythology based RP

"Forgiveness and physical process," she repeated, letting the new information sink for a moment. Hikaru took in a deep breath as she continued to listen to the other speak. His hand movements were almost mesmerizing.

"It's still sad to see the little bunnies and birides lose their homes when the big bad fire comes to eat up their homes," the redhead replied, making a sad face for just a moment. Just as quickly as it had come, however, it was replaced by a smile and a more pleasant demeanor.

"Do you think there are others coming? There doesn't seem to be many here. I mean, I thought there would be a lot more. So many we would need a huge arena to hold everyone!" Hikaru now used her hands to gesture the grand size of her thoughts, holding each arm out as far as they could reach. "Maybe they're all late... but what if I was too late, and they left? " She paused and thought for a moment, then looked Suzaku directly in the eyes. "Do you have any candy?"

Fuuma smiled when the God of chaos approached, looking beautiful as ever. His outfit was entirely different and no longer consisted of all those wonderful little trinkets that Fuuma had wanted to touch and break. Instead he only wondered if the fabric felt as soft as it looked, but decided against touching it since he’d been chided on the subject, already.

Of course Fuuma found Subaru. He promised he would. Thanking him seemed almost inappropriate considering how much Fuuma had wanted to accomplish this task, for him or himself didn’t really matter. Nor was Fuuma sure what wasn’t okay in the first place that now needed to be affirmed as ‘okay.’

Kamui was on the border of talking nonsense, to Fuuma. But he didn’t get a chance to say so before Subaru was reaching out to touch Kamui the way the God of Destruction had purposely kept himself from doing. Subaru was safer than him, so that was only right. Right?

Safe. Fuuma couldn’t help but know that Kamui was talking about him when he said some of them couldn’t handle the full costume. Fuuma had damaged it, after all. So this new outfit, this less interesting outfit, was his fault. Kamui was keeping with him only what Subaru had given him, and such things were off-limits to the destructive God. And even if he... gave something to Kamui, it would no longer be his but Kamui’s and would also be out of his reach.

The giggle brought a small smile to Fuuma’s face, but the God also felt the same gesture make him cold. And it was the latter than he didn’t understand.

But his attention was dragged away from it at the cheery call across the room. Fuuma looked up, mildly startled, and studied the three newcomers for only a moment or two before returning his attention to Kamui. But Kamui’s attention was still on them, and the God of Destruction would have looked up again if not for the sudden pout on his face. Why did they make Kamui upset? They were just three more siblings to meet. So Fuuma took his second look and this time ended up staring, as well.

One of them, the dark one, bore an awful resemblance to Kamui... Was he another God of Beauty? But he didn’t look quite as... shiny and soft as Kamui did. Maybe it was a different kind of beauty? ...Or maybe he should go ask instead of thinking in circles. But his thoughts were halted by none other than the original God of Beauty beside him, and his words revealed that he was thinking the same.

So Fuuma resolved himself to asking. If Kamui wanted to know, too, then Fuuma would be doing something for him and that was motivation enough. Before he could start his short walk across the room, though, the other God started toward them. And then passed them. But... The God of Destruction had been sure he was headed right for them and he looked at them and... Oh, it was too confusing. Maybe the other God had suddenly thought of something else he wanted to do? But that was irrelevant.

What was relevant was Fuuma’s desire to know what he ruled over, so the God turned around and followed him, noticing for the first time all the interesting intricacies of his outfit and wondering what it would take to snap those thin straps. Instead of touching, he called softly, “Hey. Can I ask... what your domain is? As a God?”

Lelouch resisted the urge to outright grin when he was addressed. He’d quickly calculated at least 26 ways he could expect Kamui to respond when he walked by, vaguely 42 others if the God was stronger than him, and 14 if he was weaker. However, when Lelouch turned around, he was mildly surprised to see someone else standing there to go with the inquiring voice; the tallest of the group he’d been observing. Of course the vengeful God had taken into account the possibility of someone else being sent to do Kamui’s bidding for him, but it nevertheless altered his initial impressions of the similar looking man. For better or worse, he couldn’t be sure just yet.

…Then again, it was also possible that this intimidating looking person before him was not a messenger and just curious himself, disregarding whatever it was the God in purple might have desired. It was difficult to really confirm anything given how little he knew from a few looks, so in what he hoped would be a mutual exchange of useful information, Lelouch let his smirk soften into a smile before he spoke.

“Revenge and logic. I wonder if I may ask in return about the urgency in which you wish to know such a thing. As well as the same question about your own domain.”

"Well then lead the way, or are we just going to stand here and talk about it?" Seishirou asked.

He smirked and glanced at the volcano, slightly jealous of the worshipers his brother had and he didn't. He looked back at Kurogane, waiting for him to start walking.

"Right," Kurogane gave a slight nod of his head. It was a bit ridiculous to just keep talking like this. He stepped forward, taking the lead on their little trip. "Let's get going."

The god's smile widened, thumb stroking against the inside of Kamui's palm. "Beauty is not just nice hair and pretty eyes, brother," he told him in a soft voice, other hand rising to ruffle the God's hair. He knew it would certainly annoy him, but it should force the divine creature out of his sudden onset of doubt, at least somewhat.

Sharp eyes followed the movement of the mystery god, a quiet sigh drifting from between thin lips, then the rise of destruction's lord to interrogate. He watched with only half-interest, smoothing his fingers over Kamui's warm hand distractedly.

The domains fit perfectly- no surprise whatsoever, explaining the feeling of metal and unyielding force that came off the creature. Turning his head back to Kamui, he smiled smoothly, tapping the corner of his mouth. "Let's try this. You smile, and we'll compare to that one's smile, hm?"

Laughing quietly, he stood and pulled Kamui with him to follow Fuuma, smile fixed even if the look-alike's aura make him uncomfortable. "Good biddings, brother," he greeted Lelouch pleasantly, bowing his head slightly.