#odin 01

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@1eyeheirachy || starter

There is a man standing on the porch of the house next door. Octavo isn’t certain what to make of him. He’s been standing a while, and Octavo has wondered if he ought to say something. Hello, maybe, or a good day to you, but he’s not exactly the most sociable of people, and this man... Well, he’s not sure, but he feels strange. 

But, seeing as they appear to be neighbors, there’s a limit to how long Octavo can go without interacting with him. Might as well bite the bullet now, he thinks.

“...Those are some interesting pets you’ve got there.”

[heclingmuzik]

@1eyeheirachy​

“...”

“Like Odin the god of Thunder Odin?” 

[aristocratichellion-blog]

@fortiscor | Starter call

Lissa was both saddened and overjoyed to see her future son {Or so she thought} too had gotten captured. She let out the most ungodly squeal and there she was, hugging him honestly way too tightly, “Owain, you’re here too? Aw, why didn’t you weird out your captors, you coulda just started talking about your sword hand again and they probably woulda left you be.” 

She parted from him and looked him up and down, “You seem to be dressed more revealing? Sweetheart, you should cover up...My gosh. You must be freezing!!” Of course, as always, she was just rambling on. Not even realizing this was in fact, not her son.