Fates Supports/Odin Orochi

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Odin: Greetings, Orochi. What have you there in your dainty fingers? Cards, aren't they? The images on them—very odd.

Orochi: These are my fortune-telling cards. And you think they look odd? Looked in the mirror lately?

Odin: I have heard about your divinations. Let's see if I understand it... You stand at a crossroad between a question and possible outcomes. Then you strain your eyes to see the signs to point to the one true fate.

Orochi: Yes, mage of Nohr. But do you always speak like that? Hard to find your kernel of meaning amid a handful of glitter.

Odin: You have a knack for it yourself, diviner of Hoshido. It seems you and I are kindred spirits, Orochi.

Orochi: Oh? Do you perform divinations?

Odin: No, just a bit of flash and verve when expressing my magic.

Orochi: A shame. I've long wanted a peer who can do divinations. But no matter, Odin. How about I show you what I do?

Odin: A divination—to shed light on my fate, illuminate my future? What a grand way to anoint this meeting of ours, Orochi. Please, do!

Orochi: Have a seat.

Odin: I will, thank you.

Orochi: ...... I see... No, it can't be... Is it? Could it? Must it?

Odin: But I haven't asked anything, and still you're besieged by answers?

Orochi: There's no need for a question. You have only one fate. At least, until you get rid of your problem.

Odin: Problem? What problem?

Orochi: You have a bad case of what's called arcanus backlashica. In layman's terms—your spells are incompatible with you. For now, you can cast them. But soon, you'll be powerless. In short, your future as a spellcaster is over.

Odin: Impossible! Odin Dark must be free to splash his name across infinity! You have to help me, Orochi. You must know how.

Orochi: I may know of a way.

Odin: Tell me!

Orochi: Here's a list of rare herbs I need. Get them for me.

Odin: A list of herbs, and all I must do is fetch them? How can the fate-clog in Odin Dark's plumbing be so easily ungunked? But I will get these, no matter what the cost.

(Odin leaves)

Orochi: And there goes Odin... ...off to take care of my shopping list!

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Odin: I've gathered all of those herbs you needed, Orochi.

Orochi: That was faster than I thought possible, Odin. And some of those herbs are incredibly hard to find.

Odin: It was actually very difficult for me. I've had hardships with everything since last we spoke. My spells, curses, mystical oaths, dire summonings—everything is failing! These magics are often wobbly for me, but now the wheels have come off! My case of arcanus backlashica must be getting WORSE.

Orochi: Heh. Well, that's how it goes.

Odin: But now that I brought all these herbs, you can fix me, right?!

Orochi: Of course.

Odin: Do it—now. I'll plumb the depths of my power, and you unblock me! Come on, blood. Time to ache. I need to feel the power! Orochi! Do your thing!

(Odin leaves)

Orochi: Right now? But wh-where are you going?

(fade to black)

Odin: You failed me, Orochi! My incantation was utterly blocked!

Orochi: Th-that can't be. I'm sure I felt your mojo get flushed out on my side.

Odin: Well, you're wrong. I tried casting a spell to restrict the motion of my enemy. But I felt it get all clogged up. You said you could plunge my gunk.

Orochi: Ick. Well, maybe your mojo just wasn't up to snuff today.

Odin: You leave my mojo OUT of this. I know what happened. I've heard about you, Orochi. You're manipulative. I think...this whole thing was a ruse to mess with my flow.

Orochi: How could you say such a thing, Odin? I'm hurt.

Odin: Listen here, Orochi...

Orochi: Try that spell again! I'm sure you were blocked—I mean, unblocked!

Odin: It's meant for my enemies.

Orochi: Just do it. Cast it on me.

Odin: ...... I call upon the spirits of the most fell realms—heed Odin Dark's call! Bend to my will. Heed my command. FREEZE this vixen in time! NOW!

Orochi: Odin! I can't move!

Odin: Oh, puh-lease.

Orochi: Even my lips are...starting to... murfle mrff mf.

Odin: Cut the act, Orochi. I know when I've been played. And worst of all, now you actually have broken my mojo.

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Orochi: I'm sorry for tricking you, Odin. I admit it—arcanus backlashica was a way to make you get me herbs.

Odin: I'm not angry, Orochi. On the contrary... In examining my mystical plumbing, I did discover a problem. I was clogging my casting of spells by putting too many things into them. So, problem solved!

Orochi: Really turned lemons into lemonade there, didn't you?

Odin: Nothing stands in my way for long. But please, no more lies between us. I'm glad to fetch you herbs, no matter how rare.

Orochi: You're truly a good person, Odin. And—no lie—your goodness may be wrecking some of your spells.

Odin: What? Why?

Orochi: You—unlike I—think too much of others. You need to have a heart of stone. If you want to curse people, Odin, you need to think less of people.

Odin: Dear Orochi, thank you for your candor. I will try that next time.

Orochi: Heh...ha!

Odin: Something amusing?

Orochi: The thought of a nice fellow such as you, trying to be as cold as me... I just find that TOO funny.

Odin: What?! I am Odin Dark! I will make my heart cold as ten thousand gravestones in winter if I must! Eh, all right. You have the cut of my cloth, Orochi. My heart is too full of wibbly-wobbly flutterstuff to be a mage of shadow.

Orochi: I knew it. Why do you even want to be a mage? Shadows are required.

Odin: It seems stylish.

Orochi: Stylish?!

Odin: Long ago, I walked the way of the sword—a flashy blademaster. That life became dull to me. I sought a more flashy way to express myself. In truth, there were other reasons too. It's complicated. In short, however, if I had to change, then magic was the clear choice.

Orochi: It sounds like a difficult time of your life. I'm happy you found a new way.

Odin: Why did you choose to be a diviner, Orochi?

Orochi: Not much of a choice, I'm afraid. I come from a family of diviners. Not a profession that's well respected. Lady Mikoto treated me very well. Others gave me strange looks.

Odin: Strange looks? Oh, yes. I know those. I am daily under critical gazes.

Orochi: Such is the fate for those who work in the mystical arts. So, friend, how about we always be there for each other from now on?

Odin: My pleasure, diviner of Hoshido.

Orochi: Mine too, mage of Nohr—and mystic warrior of darkest night.

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Odin: A moment of your time, Orochi?

Orochi: Of course, excellent friend.

Odin: Hrm, yes, friend. I want to discuss a matter of eternal significance. I am, as you know, Odin Dark. The bringer of darkness. Yet is not the darkness darker when beside the lightest light? In short, I seek my other half—that which makes me stronger.

Orochi: Other half?

Odin: Er, yeah. Me, the darkest dark. You, the lightest light.

Orochi: Oh! You want to team up in battle. Hoshidan and Nohrian magic...

Odin: N-no. That's not what I'm saying.

Orochi: I am so confused.

Odin: Other. Half. I'm asking for your hand.

Orochi: My other hand?

Odin: No! I want to marry you!

Orochi: Is this some sort of Odinjoke of Maximum Joshery?

Odin: No.

Orochi: You're serious.

Odin: Yes. You have beguiled me with your mischief and magic.

Orochi: I have? I...I swear that I used no enchantments on you.

Odin: I didn't say you did. I'm only saying how I feel—plainly as I can.

Orochi: I...I don't know what to say. I feel like I'm under some curse of tongue-tiedness.

Odin: You know better than anyone else that I'm a failure with curses.

Orochi: I guess so, but still, your declaration has me under a strange spell. But the truth is, I'm pretty fond of you too, Odin. Flashy and all—there's just no one like you.

Odin: Ya think? Whooooop!

Orochi: What in all the heavens was THAT, Odin?

Odin: I...I'm not sure.

Orochi: I think you just cursed me, Odin. An unbreakable curse. Now I'm stuck at your side—until death do us part.