#ganon 01

[diapasxn]

@dimittere || starter.

The world Octavo has found himself in is strange. It is home to people from worlds he can’t even imagine and technologies that overwhelm his senses. He hasn’t even quite made sense yet of the device he was given upon arrival. He’s been told by now that is it is a phone and that it can be used to contact people, but it seems more magic than anything to him. 

The ward he’s been housed in is particularly beyond his realm of knowledge. The buildings are taller than he’s ever seen, and the structure of them is unlike anything he’s seen. He’s not sure if he likes it, so he decides to visit another ward for the time being.

It’s as he’s walking, one hand gripping his baton in his pocket, that he nearly collides with another. He is about to simply step to the side and continue, but he finds himself rooted to the spot.

The man before him has an overwhelming presence, one that is terrifyingly familiar though at a glance, Octavo is sure he hasn’t met this man before. But even his appearance seems familiar, as if Octavo has seen him somewhere before. His expression twists to hide his suspicion (and, though he won’t admit it, mild fear) with a frown. 

“...You ought to watch where you’re going or someone could get hurt.”

[abyssalhowl]

Running with @dimittere​

It wasn’t often that Sif took the wooden sword she’d been given out of it’s hiding place, and her reasons for doing so now were all but forgotten in light of the current circumstances. The sword lay at her feet where she had dropped it in order to better display and vocalize her utter distaste for the smell of the person in front of her.

The odors of dark magic clung to the man, bringing her back to the days when she hunted Dark Wraiths and was feared in all the grisly corners of the Abyss. She could tell that the one in front of her was powerful, but she had lost her fear of death long ago. Her instincts made her hackles rise as she snarled and growled aggressively - a challenge, she seemed to say, if he wanted it.

Though she had simply been passing him in a dimly lit street, Sif would not be caught off guard by the darkness again, even if he had yet to do anything just yet. Lowering her head close to the ground - close to her sword - in a defensive position, she continues to growl. Experience had taught her that those overtaken with the madness of the Abyss would attack first, and so she simply waited to see what the man would do. Sif was a very patient huntress after all...