Godhood XIV - Usurper [Jam Edition Turn 4]

Had Dalibora had this ridiculous mammalian trait known as "hair", she'd have raised an eyebrow at Macian's query. "It is indeed plain, I'll grant you that. We have no intention of keeping it that way, of course. The souls of the dead deserve something more than a boring, empty, infinite expanse for eternity. Needs some more definite features, and soon. Something for the dead to do with their afterlives. And, of course, punishments for the unworthy - maybe a completely different afterlife, or maybe just a reincarnation cycle. I'm sure the rainbow snake would like that. We'll figure it out when we get there!"

Dalibora cracked a mischievous smile, met by Abselon with an annoyed frown. She ignored him.

"Of course, we'd be up for cooperation with any interested gods... Y'know, Macian, I think we got off to a bad start. I'm Dalibora, goddess of Death, and this is Abselon, god of Life. Isn't that right, Abselon?" she asked, nudging Abselon's head with her own.

"Guh. Yeah, a bad start... Better to make friends than enemies, I guess."

Abselon considered holding his arm out for one of those "handshake" things, but thought better of it. Surely no other god would recognize the gesture anyway. He pointedly turned his attention away from Macian and to the waiting Alakim.

"I can certainly focus my attention on creating new life, given the current lack of diversity. But I have to disagree with you about the development of the Sirona without any substantial way to manipulate their environment. Either we wait millions of years for evolution to take its course, or one of us gives them a means of doing so immediately. And I'm not one for watching intelligent fish flop their fins around uselessly in an attempt to form a society without even the ability to create the most basic of tools. I will let you decide what to do - it is your species after all - but I'd have to strongly disagree with leaving them alone."