The person jumped, their hand jerking back from the flower, the glow disappearing quickly. they stood, turning to look at the person who spoke. ''How did you get here?'' They said calmly, blantly ignoring the question this other fellow had said.

(This is his first thread on here. He's been in a buncha hb threads tho)

''That says nothing.'' He would grumble before summoning a blueish holographic screen. He typed some stuff on it and then made it disappear. ''This forest turns you around, taking you in circles, trapping you and all that good stuff.'' He then sighed. ''Who are you anyways?'' He figured that by asking this, he could get some sense of what he was dealing with.

(Also I intend on making him actually CALM here because I kinda ruined that on hb)

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''I would say no to that. Or I would be eternally stuck in this pathetic place.'' He paused, his tail flicking once. ''Oh. Your a deity? Well I still don't know who you are, would you mind telling me or do I have to dig it from your mind?'' 'This dude probably accidentally found one of the paths that are straightforward.' he finally decided, in thought not aloud. He still had yet to notice the lurking person.

He listened quietly, a smirk forming on his screen for a bit when Time said the stuff about memories, but it faded back to the straight line(?) that was displayed before. ''Huh. Not a very unique name is it?'' He laughed. ''I'm Jax..... God of tech, the internet, memories, all that good stuff.'' Jax waves his hand around at the last part, but seemed awfully bored, as if he had grown tired of saying that phrase or similar to it.

Hmmmm indeed

Coincidentally, Chan’s head happened to poke out right at that moment. Registering  the tail-end of the mystery TV-head’s words, she quickly interjected with a “Oh, no. We’re not together. I just like creepy old forests.”

The goddess then allowed herself to check what was in front of her, batting away a stray flame that had decided to bounce around. There was Time, of course. Then...Was that Marx in a hoodie? Did Marx even wear hoodies? Perhaps they were going for the incognito look. Chan took another step forward — ill advised perhaps, if that really were the deity standing there — and tried to go for it. “Max? Mark? Is that you?”

The god bristled when Chan spoke. ''Great to know.'' He said with a twinge of annoyance to what Time said. ''And .... No. I'm not whoever your talking about.''

My mind could not come up with a larger response for some reason.//

“Ah, gotcha.” A pinkish, reddish flame spun off quietly into the distance. “Now that I think about it, Scott wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something like that. They’re much too flamboyant for anything not blinding pink.”

Chan debated taking back that tiny step. Upon noticing her, the annoyance that had been thrumming off of the unfamiliar deity had only worsened— though, she probably didn’t need her powers to notice that. “It is kinda weird, it’s like there’s a signal sent out whenever something significant happens.”  She disappeared back behind the tree, deeming that a better place even if  her voice could still be heard.