[b]"I'm... not... the God of Communication. What an... oddly specific God..."[/b] Ryko mumbled, rather stumped, though it was a good conclusion given what the guy knew. Ryko turned to him, watching him talk to Evangeline. [b]"I'm actually the Deity of Rebirth, considering I'm not quite a God yet."[/b] He replied, his voice still kind of low and mumbly. He wanted to be heard but at the same time, he didn't want to interrupt. He sighed and crossed his legs in his seat once more, biting his lips in a bit of a pensive manner. He guess the Deity of Rebirth was a rather broad spectrum. But still, it wasn't his choice. Still, he thought the title sounded cool. 

He turned his head to look at Evangeline and then at the new comer. [b]"So... uh... What's your name?"[/b] He asked, clearly looking at the man. For some reason, though he didn't know, he felt like the youngest here. Most of the other's he'd seen looked older than him. Though, he could feel in some of them their... new-ness. Maybe it was because he could smell the after effects of their rebirth. Then again, how would he knew? 119 years later and he still hadn't figured it all out. He sighed. There was so much to learn. Good thing he had quite a bit of time to learn it. He wasn't even the God yet. Someone else was filling in for his job while he learned it all, namely his mother. He had to admit, she was one tough cookie for being able to do all of that. He could barely handle what she gave him, which wasn't much. Just the stray soul every now and then and almost never while he was busy.