Fates Supports/Odin Mozu
Mozu: That's it! Looks like I've finally finished up this side of the field. Phew!
Mozu: Oh, it's you, Odin. Say, what are you doing all the way out here?
Odin: You've noticed my presence. How very observant of you. I saw you sneak out of camp, and I was curious where you were running off to.
Mozu: Quit acting rude. I didn't do anything wrong.
Odin: A likely story. So what are you getting up to out here anyway?
Mozu: Oh, I'm just tending to the fields. It's just about planting season. I need to make sure the soil is in good shape before I plant my seeds. It's important for the seeds to be planted in healthy, nutritious soil. Otherwise, everything that grows won't taste very good.
Odin: Is that so? Well allow me to help.
Mozu: Really? You wouldn't mind?
Odin: Of course not! There's no need for diffidence, Mozu. Especially toward me... The legendary hero, Odin Dark! With my assistance, this simple farm work will be done in a flash.
Mozu: Gee, that sure would be a big help. Would you mind taking care of that field over there?
Odin: Of course not! You just leave it to me! So this is fertilizer, eh? This sweet soil shall bear an abundant harvest. From now on, this shall be known as Mighty Mystic Landatrazation!
Mozu: Huh? What are you talking about?
Odin: Now, my Mighty Mystic Landatrazation! Release your full might! Lend that mysterious power of yours to the soil, and send us blooming blessings! Haaaaaaaaaaah!!
Mozu: Umm, what are you doing, Odin?
Odin: This is a powerful farming hex. Fertilizer with this spell cast upon it produces flavorful and abundant crops. Or so I've decided, at least.
Mozu: Well that spellcasting of yours is sure noisy. Maybe it would be better if you didn't help after all...
Odin: Back to farming, eh, Mozu? No, it can't be that simple. I know... You're performing an arcane ritual to call forth a bountiful harvest, yes?
Odin: Are you finished planting? Well then, allow me to pull out the weeds! I-I mean I shall eliminate these cursed demon vines!
Odin: Is something troubling you? I don't believe you've said a word. And why are you looking at me with such befuddlement?
Mozu: Ever since I was a child, the adults in my village told me to be very cautious... They said that I should never strike up friendships with strange city folks.
Odin: How dare you! Are you trying to say that I'm creepy?
Mozu: You're certainly a strange bird, Odin. There's no denying that! From the moment we met, you've been striking poses and shouting about spells. How am I supposed to focus with you making a racket all the time? Are you just pretending to help? Because it seems like you're mostly getting in the way.
Odin: That was never my intention. If you no longer desire my assistance, rest easy. I will depart immediately.
Mozu: You just sound like you're trying to trick me by using a bunch of fancy words.
Odin: What can I do to prove my goodness to you, Mozu? I'm but a pure and noble dark mage!
Mozu: Wait a minute... Why would someone pure and noble ever become a dark mage? I was so stupid to trust you before! Clearly you've been a villain this whole time!
Odin: That's absurd! I'm an upstanding person! Practicing the divine art of dark magic doesn't make me evil!
Mozu: You say that, but why would an upstanding person need to point that out?
Odin: W-well how can you blame me? My reputation is under attack! Ahem. How about this: May I perform my noble spell once again? I must ensure that the crops thrive. Please, give me a chance to win back your trust. Wait... I have an idea! Perhaps you'd feel more comfortable if there was another person with us? Look! That strapping fellow over there would make an excellent recruit. Quick! Let's go invite him to work in the fields with us! That way, we can get through a great deal of labor quickly.
Mozu: Are you talking about that fella there? We don't know him. And he looks terrifying! Just taking one look at him makes me want to run for the hills!
Odin: What are you talking about? *sigh* What did I do wrong?
Mozu: Odin, I've been looking all over for you. I wanted to say that I'm sorry.
Odin: Hmm? Why are you apologizing out of the blue? I'm rather surprised.
Mozu: I was thinking about what I said before. How I thought you might be some kind of scary guy or something...
Odin: You were quite adamant about your feelings just the other day. What changed your mind?
Mozu: Well I went back to look at the fields. Every single weed had been pulled, and someone had mixed in fertilizer too. That was you, wasn't it?
Odin: Well, umm...
Mozu: I know it was you. I saw you working! You were still acting really funny. Twirling while you worked and chanting spells... "Bloodred beets, receive my power!" You were hollering all kinds of crazy stuff.
Odin: I-I'm sorry about that...
Mozu: Really, there's no need for that. I don't understand why you're so kooky... But your passion for planting came through loud and clear. Thank you, Odin. Really.
Odin: Oh, Mozu, I'm so glad you understand. It's as though a ray of sunshine has cut through the cloud hanging over my heart.
Mozu: I feel so stupid. I jumped to conclusions because I didn't understand you at all. And you were trying to do was help. I'm so ashamed...
Odin: Please, Mozu. Don't say that. There's no reason for you to feel that way. A healthy dose of skepticism is essential for survival these days. Both on the battlefield and off.
Mozu: You may be right, but it isn't kind to doubt your companions. I really am sorry.
Odin: You're more than forgiven, sweet Mozu. I didn't take your misgivings personally.
Mozu: Phew, what a relief. Thank you, Odin.
Odin: Now that your suspicions have been all cleared up, I have an idea. Why don't you and I think of a farming spell together?
Mozu: Umm, I think I'll pass on that.
Odin: I don't understand... Why don't you wish to participate?
Mozu: Well... Folks around here warned me not to get too involved with your little games.
Odin: Games? What are you talking about?!
Mozu: I'm real sorry, but it's important for me to follow the word of my companions. I hope you understand.
Odin: I-I do. Don't worry about it... *sigh* Things always end up this way. Excuse me. I must test my newest harvest ritual in the valley of stoic isolation... Good day, Mozu.
Odin: Mozu, do you have a moment to spare?
Mozu: Sure, Odin. What's up?
Odin: I wanted to take you somewhere special. Would you mind coming with me?
Mozu: Geez, what is it this time? You're not trying to get me going on spells again, right? I told you how I feel about that.
Odin: M-maybe I am...
Mozu: I don't know what you want out of me. Everyone around told me it's big trouble to play around with things like that.
Odin: I fully understand what you're saying. But I'd advise you to make your own decisions. There's no sense in accepting everything that other people tell you.
Mozu: OK, fine. I'll go with you. But I'm still not sure about these spells of yours.
Odin: Don't you trust me, Mozu?
Mozu: Well of course I do.
Odin: I'm very glad to hear it. Thank you. Please, follow me.
Mozu: OK. Lead the way...
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Odin: And here we are. This is the place I've been wanting to show you.
Mozu: Oh my. What a pretty lake!
Odin: I discovered this wonderful spot some time ago. It's my favorite place in the world. Do you like it?
Mozu: Well of course I do! Um, why did you bring me all the way out here though?
Odin: Well, I wanted to talk with you about something that's been on my mind. I thought it would be best to have this discussion in a place that's sacred to me.
Mozu: Oh, OK. What is it?
Odin: I'll just come out and say it. I'm in love with you, Mozu. I've been enamored with you ever since I witnessed your deft grace with the harvest. I can't stop thinking about you.
Mozu: Huh?! This is such a shock...
Odin: What I'm trying to say is... Will you be my wife? I want to marry you.
Mozu: Wh-what?! I don't know what to say... Let me make sure I've got this straight. This is a real proposal? Not one of your wacky spell chants, right?
Odin: Of course it's a real proposal. I'm trying to tell you how I feel. Mozu, what do you think? Please, tell me. The suspense is killing me.
Mozu: Well I uh... Umm...
Odin: Ahh, now I see. You don't wish to associate with a man like myself, do you? A master spellcaster, misunderstood by the world.
Mozu: No, you've got me all wrong. That's not it. I love you too, Odin.
Odin: R-really? You mean it?
Mozu: Of course. I've been thinking a lot lately. There are a few things I regret. I never should've let other folks' opinions of you get in the way of making my own. I know that if I didn't have feelings for you, then I wouldn't be kicking myself. The only reason I cared so much was because I love you.
Odin: Is it safe to assume that you'll marry me?
Mozu: Well of course I will, silly!
Odin: *sigh* What a relief! I was getting rather nervous there for a moment.
Mozu: Heehee, me too. My heart's been beating like a drum!
Odin: From now on, we can watch over each other.
Mozu: I'll always be there for you. I can't wait for the day when I can call you my husband. I don't care what anyone says.
Odin: That means the world to me.