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Zeem is looking for Kila, carrying a large metal object.

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Zeem donates 240 followers to Kila, making him an Intermediate god.

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Ilheia gathers followers, simultaneously teaching 10 of them about her friend Kila, donating them immediately to him, leaving herself at 50 followers

 *yall 😭*

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Lark walks over to the new god of acting, in the guise of a wizened old man. He holds a staff in one hand and a long beard trails almost to his feet. When he speaks, his voice is booming. "Hello there. I see you are a demigod fluent in the ways of performance. I, as the leader of all gods here, have come to inform you that acting is in fact prohibited in these lands. That is all. Good day."

*Lark is also a god of trickery, so none of what he said or looks like is true, he just wants to cause mischief*

 There's yet another chuckle, this time from a woman's voice, "It is, well then pray tell why am I here? For a god cannot be born without the intervention of belief from people."

"I could not say. One of the human's beliefs must have gone astray, but that can be dealt with. I'm sure you can find somewhere else to be a god."

 "Oh but the stage here has been set and you're in need of a god of performance otherwise the arts will never progress will they?"

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Zeem donates 240 followers to Kila, making him an Intermediate god.

 

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Ilheia gathers followers, simultaneously teaching 10 of them about her friend Kila, donating them immediately to him, leaving herself at 50 followers

 *yall 😭*

 *Koldaris feels neglected come on here*

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Zeem donates 240 followers to Kila, making him an Intermediate god.

 

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Ilheia gathers followers, simultaneously teaching 10 of them about her friend Kila, donating them immediately to him, leaving herself at 50 followers

 *yall 😭*

 *Koldaris feels neglected come on here*

 *Zeem doesn’t know most of the people on the islands*

*niko :D*

*About to write a massive cutscene incoming :D*

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*About to write a massive cutscene incoming :D*

 *yayyyy! intermediate god transformation?*

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*About to write a massive cutscene incoming :D*

 *yayyyy! intermediate god transformation?*

 *Yep!!*

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*About to write a massive cutscene incoming :D*

 *yayyyy! intermediate god transformation?*

 *Yep!!*

 *nice!*

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*About to write a massive cutscene incoming :D*

 *Ohhh,.hype!*

As radiant as the sun, as bright as the stars itself. The rocks shake, the sand tossed around by the feet of a smiling dancer, the pink flashes of his bare soles taunting the earth as he twirls with the joy of a careless soul. He dances not for himself, but for his friends, his people, his home, and the joy he experiences from basking in the light of midday. Kila throws his head back with a laugh, his limbs following suit as he easily flips onto his hands, walking around the circle of observers that came to see their guardian dance. The dogs howl with joy, joining in with the musicians on the drums, the rhythm felt in the hearts of every person in the ring.

The beat quickens, and Kila’s heart races as his steps hasten, spins becoming tighter and body moving faster with the wind. His feet glow with the coating of molten magma dripping from them, charred footprints moving in a beautiful pattern to create a work of art only visible to the birds above. His breath quickens and he closes his eyes. The light envelops him, the singing bringing him closer to his home, the stars, the sun, the radiance up above. Suddenly, the music cuts. They fall back into silence, and Kila stands frozen in the center. The dogs watch their friend, their creator, his eyes tilted up to the sky with a blissful expression. His horns grow an extra pair of tines, swirls of beautiful sunlit tattoos etching their way across his arm skin. He lets out a quiet breath, the sound of someone who has relaxed for the first time in days, and opens his eyes. One glows with ember flame- the other white a white radiant light. He looks older, aging a few more years.

”Domi kama Kilashi.” The dogs whisper. “Te uma misaka!” They howl in delight and the people resume their song, Kila standing amongst them with an almost dumbfounded childish expression. He looks… happy.

Kila gains a second domain and is now the god of Light and Fire.

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As radiant as the sun, as bright as the stars itself. The rocks shake, the sand tossed around by the feet of a smiling dancer, the pink flashes of his bare soles taunting the earth as he twirls with the joy of a careless soul. He dances not for himself, but for his friends, his people, his home, and the joy he experiences from basking in the light of midday. Kila throws his head back with a laugh, his limbs following suit as he easily flips onto his hands, walking around the circle of observers that came to see their guardian dance. The dogs howl with joy, joining in with the musicians on the drums, the rhythm felt in the hearts of every person in the ring.

The beat quickens, and Kila’s heart races as his steps hasten, spins becoming tighter and body moving faster with the wind. His feet glow with the coating of molten magma dripping from them, charred footprints moving in a beautiful pattern to create a work of art only visible to the birds above. His breath quickens and he closes his eyes. The light envelops him, the singing bringing him closer to his home, the stars, the sun, the radiance up above. Suddenly, the music cuts. They fall back into silence, and Kila stands frozen in the center. The dogs watch their friend, their creator, his eyes tilted up to the sky with a blissful expression. His horns grow an extra pair of tines, swirls of beautiful sunlit tattoos etching their way across his arm skin. He lets out a quiet breath, the sound of someone who has relaxed for the first time in days, and opens his eyes. One glows with ember flame- the other white a white radiant light. He looks older, aging a few more years.

”Domi kama Kilashi.” The dogs whisper. “Te uma misaka!” They howl in delight and the people resume their song, Kila standing amongst them with an almost dumbfounded childish expression. He looks… happy.

 *WHOA THAT’S SO SICK DUDE*

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*niko :D*

 *Cyno >:(

What happened to sleep huh?*

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 *WHOA THAT’S SO SICK DUDE*

 *TY!*

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*niko :D*

 *Cyno >:(

What happened to sleep huh?*

 *UHH YOU DIDNT GIVE ME A CURFEW*

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*niko :D*

 *Cyno >:(

What happened to sleep huh?*

 *UHH YOU DIDNT GIVE ME A CURFEW*

 *OK! UM! 12 PM!*

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*niko :D*

 *Cyno >:(

What happened to sleep huh?*

 *UHH YOU DIDNT GIVE ME A CURFEW*

 *OK! UM! 12 PM!*

 *OK ILL GO TO BED TOMORROW AT 12 PM*

The Demi-God of Theater is counting the coins they collected in their hat, tragedy and humor back to their normal faces. Sock and Buskin lie lazily nearby playing with red yarn.