Odysseus from EPIC the Musical (art by duvetbox)
Just a man, who’s trying to get home
Reigning king of Ithaca, neither man nor mythical
Awoke here after Zeus destroyed his ship and crew
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Odysseus from EPIC the Musical (art by duvetbox)
Just a man, who’s trying to get home
Reigning king of Ithaca, neither man nor mythical
Awoke here after Zeus destroyed his ship and crew
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APP 🌊 STATS 🌊 RULES
Hello! This is Horror, the mun of the Judge. I am 32 years old, use they/them pronouns. You can find me at @h0rr0rshow here on tumblr.
I love horror movies and video games. I also love to write and draw.
I might not use icons because, well, the Judge has one face in the game basically and unless I draw them myself i won't have any (though that's a thought!)
Ody was lucky that Bill had been fully and wholly stripped of his powers, otherwise he might have taken advantage of the handshake. But, seeing as Bill was less than diety-like at the moment, the handshake was going to have to be a normal one. Next time, he wouldn't be so lucky! Because Bill was, obviously, going to get his godly powers back someday.
He didn't miss the misery on Ody's face, but Bill was never one to pretend to feel bad about things.
Life!
Super fleeting. Humans were always so sentimental about that sort of thing. They should take a page out of Bill's book and just not think about it. Or, better yet, blame someone else!
He levitated up to pat Ody's shoulder, then took a seat on said shoulder. Luckily, he weighed all of nothing being only an inch or so thick.
"I told him that's how he'd die too, but call me Cassandra with the way he didn't believe me." He nudged the side of Ody's head with his elbow, clearly tickled to death by his own joke. "Don't look so glum, Zeus probably would've done it anyway, so don't beat yourself up over it. The choice was never actually yours." He kicked his feet, thumping his heels against Ody's chest as he pointed to the left.
"Mourning aside, let's walk and talk, big guy! I'm going this way and you look like you could use some help. Lucky for you, I'm feeling charitable!"
He was definitely planning on making Ody help him at the convenience store under the guise of helping. Well, he would be helping, but Bill was going to get something out of it.
Over the past twelve years of his time away from home, Odysseus had grown used to being manhandled by just about every god he’d crossed paths with. So he didn’t voice a single complaint as Bill sat upon his shoulder and pointed him along the path the other had been taking.
He didn’t know if he could believe a word that Bill was saying right now, from his warnings to Eurylochus or his claims on how the choice had never truly been his. There was some truth to it, he knew that, and there was a part of him that did want to believe him. However, he also knew someone like Bill was a trickster and to be kept at an arm’s length. Especially when he was offering ‘charity.’
“I am most appreciative of any help.” Odysseus started, continuing down the sidewalk int he direction Bill pointed. “But I’m certain here must be something else you’re wanting out of this besides a chat.”
Despite the things he was dealing with, the freshly brought up grief, and the confusion of all of this, he knew he had to keep his wits about him. Just as it was with Aeolus, surely there was a catch.
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It was really annoying not having a leg up on everyone in Spirale. Bill was used to knowing everything and everyone, and he'd kind of hoped that would clear up the longer he was off the meds the Theraprism's hack therapists had him guzzling, but nope. Still couldn't tap into that cosmic all-knowing-eye shtick like before.
Still couldn't levitate for more than an hour either.
At least he'd gotten better about spacing that out so he wasn't wasting his levitation first thing in the morning anymore.
He was on his way to work, hitching a ride in the back of some schmuck's pickup truck while eating a still-frozen breakfast burrito - he'd never get why people liked those things, they were cold and kind of like bricks, but whatever, the price of convenience! - when he clocked someone standing on the sidewalk looking like a fish out of water.
"Oh- Hey, I know that guy!"
Bill hopped up and levitated off of the truck, floating over to the very out of place Greek looking a bit like he'd been through varying levels of hell.
"Hey! Odysseus of Ithica!" Bill exclaimed. "Ody, the hero of that war and the Pantheon's least favorite guy!" It wasn't like Bill also wasn't loathed by the entire pantheon and then some. "It's been a while! We never met proper but boy oh boy, am I a big fan! Name's Bill Cipher! You've never heard of me unless my old pal Eurylochus told you about me!"
He held a hand out to the man, looking delighted. "How's my old pal doing anyway? Has he died horribly to Zeus because of his hubris yet?"
To say Odysseus was a fish out of water was the understatement of the millennium. The last thing he remembered before waking up in Spirale was plunging into the cold ocean as his ship and crew were blown apart. He had thought himself good as dead until he awoke in some strange place unlike anything he had ever seen before.
A place full of metal buildings that touched the sky, strange people, and loud metal beasts that roamed the roads. He had been nearly struck by one of the metal beasts as he stumbled about, struggling to comprehend everything he was seeing. He’d been giving the roads a wide berth since then, finding himself completely unequipped to handle such a thing.
Bill found him lurking about on the sidewalk, watching other pedestrians navigate the streets and crosswalks. He was trying to not stand out so much, but was not doing very well in that department. At least, for the most part, no one seemed to care.
Hearing his name was a shock, and the one speaking it even more so. He stood frozen for a moment, taking in the look of the triangular cyclops before there was some recognition. He’d seen depictions of this deity before.
He recovered quickly from that shock and shook Bill’s hand as the words he spoke processed fully. Bill, friends with Eurylochus. Ody could feel his mouth tense into a hard line, every part of him tensing as he let go of Bill’s hand.
It was somewhat surprising that the other gods would not know of what had happened. Who wouldn’t have heard of the punishment Zeus had dealt out.
Taking a breath to try and resin his composure and not piss off yet another god. “That is, unfortunately, the case.” He said carefully, even thought he weight of losing the rest of his crew, a fresh wound, hung heavily on his shoulders.
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I love theemmmmmm
father how i've longed to see you!
"I'll become the monster."
Hee hee they’re done!
would you still love me again?