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In the space some would call the heavens, blackness was still and ever present. Though like the time itself, there was something existing. As activity of divinity began to awaken, a massive cloud of particles and gas rapidly moved towards one another, spinning in a dance that gradually got faster. In this one with eyes of the divine could see heat generated until finally it exploded into a brilliant ball of hot blue and white fire.

For a moment this ball of rotating gas and light stood still, then took shape, slowly as if remembering something from long ago. Looking down at the world, it began to see all that was going on, but still unconcern with it. Something then caught its notice. A force as old as itself began to start. That force was time. Again it recalled memories of an age long ago.

"So Omus has stirred and the turning has begun. Then the dance of existence begins again..." it spoke to itself. With a massive gathering of energy, the humanoid shape reverted back into a ball, then grew bigger and bigger until another massive explosion occurred in a brilliant but violent manner. The ball of gas and light shrunk to a smaller version of the same blue and white light, but then transformed into even more of a humanoid shape.

"So as time begins, so to shall space, as it was once before. Luxia was my name, yes, Luxia." Looking over the other massive swirling balls of gas light began to be produced from them illuminating the darkness. "This will suffice for now, but all space must have its guidance." Luxia decreed before dashing of into the further darkness. "More works must be done, yet"

And thus, Luxia re-awoken and from him, stars were created.

Actions:
Forge: 2 PP (including Domain) - Created a small band of stars to encircle the planet.

Luxia
Generic: 0/1  Domain: Space: 0/1 Skills:  G: 0/0 I: 0/0 E:0/0 Combat: 0

"Yes yes yes," Nos said, pleased that the creature before him had responded. He cackled with joy. Conversation! What a wonderful experience, he must have more!

He gripped the dry ground with a few spare hands and moved himself closer to the dark being. One head, the one that Death was imitating, leaned forward on a neck that seemed too long, and whispered conspiratorially in the other's ear, "Zebras."

The head snapped back into place and Nos cackled again, his arms dancing on the ground and in the air. One head, the one that had watched Life run away, noticed a great thing appear in the sky. It tried to get the attention of the other heads, and indeed succeeded in that goal by half, but Nos was too focused on the conversation at hand to let himself be torn away. "Alas, alas, we have more things to talk about than zebras, I'm afraid... good word, that, fun to say. Zebras. I like it. But yes, yes, talk about other things now, yes? Okay, good, yes."

Nos sat down on the ground, tucked a few arms underneath himself for cushioning, and had other arms form a backrest against which to lean. One head leaned forward, however, and fixed Death with his gaze. "Now, please, please, tell me everything you know."

The other two heads jerked to attention and fixed Death in their sights. Hands clapped excitedly, and the two other heads agreed with the first, "yes yes, everything you know. Start at the beginning, and when you get to the end, stop."

Nos was ready to wait: it seemed that this creature liked to take its time to chose its words. And zebras was a good word for it to have chosen, it had impeccable tastes. Yet, even as he was totally focused on the act of waiting, the light one reappeared.

"Hello," Life said.

"Hello!" the center head said. "Hallooooo" the two side heads chimed in.

"A pleasure to meet you, a please to meet you," all three said in unison. "Come, come, that one is about to tell us  everything it know. Then, then, you call tell us everything you know, yes? Please, please?" several hands clapped excitedly. "As they say," Nos had no idea who 'they' were, "the more you know, the more you know."

Before more could be said or done, a great wave of water washed over the three gods, burying them under mounds of 100% pure liquid wetness. Nos found the experience to be most invigorating, but when he tried to express his glee, he found that the water wasn't very conducive to communicating in his usual manner (at least, as usual as something could be for a being that was still fresh to the world). Afraid that the wetness might prevent conversation, hundreds of Nos' hands began to push the liquid back, until he had established a small little bubble at the bottom of the sea in which they could talk. It would collapse as soon as his hands stopped pushing the water back, but it would suffice for now.

"Are you an Enemy, too?" the mass of bright strands asked.

Three different hands rubbed Nos' three chins as he thought. After a moment, he settled on an answer, "I don't know. What is an Enemey? And, actually, what is a Not-Enemy, and an Other?"

The left head tileted to the right as Nos considered the light things words. "Well," he offered, "I haven't hurt you, and I haven't said that everything dies... I have said zebras, though, is that okay? I did greet you, so I'm not Others, and I am me, so I must conclude that I am not an enemy."

A thought struck Nos and he asked, "What are you? And... is that all you know?"

An edge of disapointment flavored that last question.

Death was a little put out, metaphorically speaking. It wasn't to do with the wetness, exactly. He was a god, and thus did not get wet. As far as permeability went, his god-stuff was way up there past raincoats and the like. He didn't exactly understand the fuss the other two were putting up. But that wasn't what put him out. 

I don't know! You know! He doesn't know! He life! I death! You know!

Death rumbled his strings in a manner that suggested grumbling.