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“Our noble companion kept his promise.” Khonsu cheered, holding up a long neck bottle with a fancily wild straw and a neon drink. “You wound me, Khonsu.” Odysseus said sarcastically, less sliding into the booth next to Euphemia, more being pushed by the energetic Achilles, while Shoji took the other side. “Have you ever known me to go back on my word?” “Indeed not, noble Odysseus, but uh...” He gestured at the booming club. “Based on where we found you, this doesn’t seem like your particular scene.” “That is a fair assumption...” Odysseus muttered, already feeling his throat would be sore tomorrow from the yelling he had to do for the man on the other side of the table to hear him over the crowd. “Aw don’t dwell on it, Ods.” Achilles sighed dramatically, pulling up the app on Shoji’s slab, and sliding it back to him. “We’re here for our friend, we’ll do something for you next, promise. Now what do you want to drink?” He asked pulling out his own slab. “It’s my turn to pay.” Odysseus clicked, but said no more, since that had seemed to become habit and he felt like not fighting it today, with the nose banging on his head. “These are rather....vibrant cocktails.”

Calling Odysseus a fish out of water would be doing an injustice upon any suffocating fish. Hopefully he is quick to adapt.

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“Only if I can order from the table.” Shoji said, watching Kyoko walk off. “I have two days off after this, and I don’t want to see straight for any of it.” Achilles flew his head back and cackled, moving the arm around Odysseus' shoulder to his waist, who tensed slightly, but did not pull away, and may have even shifted closer. “Don’t worry fellow member of the working class, I’ll show you the app to download to order from your slab. Besides,” Achilles said, pointing with his drink at the bar where Kyoko was already chatting up another girl, leaning against the bar. “I do not think it’s alcohol our dear Kyoko is thirsty for.” “Could we please find our seats?” Odysseus muttered. The closeness of Achilles would have been dizzying on its own, but the sounds, lights and crowds were starting to suffocate him. Achilles met his eyes and as if reading him like a book, gave a gentle grin, and tugged Odysseus deeper into the club. “Of course, cutie, just stick close to me.”

Shoji andKyoko know what they're about! Perhaps one day so shall their master.

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“I am not listening to the man I dress every morning about fashion sense.” Kyoko countered, sending Shoji into a giggle fit. Odysseus grinned, finding he could not argue with that sort of logic. “A fair point, Kyoko.” It did not take long for them to get inside, mostly because Odysseus held up his slab for ID first, and the bouncer was very quick to move the small group inside with a shaky bow. Achilles was quick to meet the group, holding a drink in his hands, wearing, as usual, practically nothing, a one piece with a stitching pattern across the front, sheer black fabric up his arms and legs. “Heeey you guys are here.” He leaned towards Odysseus, wrapping an arm around him. “Glad you’re getting use out of that outfit, cutie.” Odysseus raised an eyebrow, while also trying not to look too particularly hard, attempting to focus on the stage instead. “Are you not cold?” Achilles giggled. “Aren’t you cute? I brought a coat, obviously. Now hush and come along, Eupheima has a booth near the stage.” “If you can point me to the bar, I will catch up.” Kyoko said, hands in her jacket pockets, looking around.

And we're off to the races! Lets see if this stiff noble can cut loose and actually have some fun

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“So this is where they took you?” Kyoko asked, looking down the street at the warehouse. Though it was barely recognisable now, transformed for the nightly event that now took place, with lights flashing through the windows, and a bouncer now at the door, blocking a building line of people. She was in black cargo pants, a crop top and leather jacket, with combat boots. “Where this all began?” “Yep, good thing I was coming to get you, huh, Odysseus?” Shoji grinned, elbowing the young lord. He was in a frilly red dress, with long transparent sleeves, and platform boots. “I do not think they would have offered much more of a challenge without you, Shoji.” Odysseus clicked, wearing the outfit that Achilles had picked for him the other day. “Though you did provide a properly intimidating exclamation to my point, so for that alone you have my thanks.” “Any time, boss.” Shoji grinned, checking his purse. “We ready to go in?” “Lets, it's freezing out here.” Kyoko hissed, shivering. “You are the one that chose to dress in half a shirt.” Odysseus said, striding forward.

With a time of calm available, the rebellious noble and his servants get ready for some well deserved R & R

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Odysseus took all this information in, nodding slowly. If his father would follow through, and allow him control, and he was able to operate as Atlas described, he could, even with the small force, achieve much, given time. Though he would have to decide to what ends, first and foremost. He looked over to where Achilles stood with Kyoko, who was providing the both of them with coffee. Everything that had transpired was because of the arrogant, rude, insufferable would-be poacher. However, should they succeed, many lives could be improved. And if it was a slavery ring as they suspected, scouts would be useful to track down where they went, and bring the wretches that would shackle their fellow man to their knees. “Training will begin once I, Kyoko and Shoji have time to come up with a regiment.” He told Atlas, still watching as the two on the balcony quietly chatted. “You are to consider suggestions and orders from them as that of Instructors, and eventually they may join your ranks as officers. This will most likely be after the gala.” Atlas nodded, with an impressed, and perhaps proud, smile. “A sound strategy, Lord Scout.” “You are dismissed.” He announced, and Atlas stood, bowing, before taking his spear and shield and leaving, almost running into Shoji as he did.

The Scouts have their marching orders. I wonder how Kyoko and Shoji shall take to their new promotions...

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“Yes.” Odysseus said, realizing that he had a very good reason to have Atlas and the other spartans stay out of this. “Yes it does.” “Have you been making progress in the investigation at least, my lord?” Atlas asked, thoughtfully, and raised a hand, “If you are able to speak on it, of course.” “We are very close.” Odysseus stated, truthfully. “At the moment we are still in need of a subtle hand, but are closing in.” He thought of the corporate head, Melina Megalos, and of the location they discovered in Arnaeus. “We may require the use of Dienekes soon, however.” Atlas gave a low bow. “We are at your beck and call, Lord Scout.” As he rose, he mentioned, “And I will make sure we are at the ready in a moment's notice to respond if the need arises while you are out on mission.” He straightened a bit, squaring his shoulders. “Now then, you called upon me, do you wish for me to return later, or...”

Its a good day when you find yourself with a reusable excuse. Now with Atlas' curiosity handled, matters may continue

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Drawing of a couple making a big heart with their hands and arms. The girl on the left is wearing a pink gardener outfit, her hair twisted into little heart shapes. The boy on the left is wearing a pink leather jacket and heart locket, his hair dip dyed with matching pink.

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Odysseus sighed, gesturing to Kyoko to close the chamber doors, which she did, and decided it best to explain enough to get Atlas out of his hair. “We are investigating on corruption charges, but the person in question makes things....complicated. You are familiar with the High Warden?” “The pawn of Medea sent to be a thorn in your fathers side?” Atlas snarled. “So the sniffling little bronzie's true colors finally come to light, do they?” he grunted, tapping his spear against the floor, as realization struck. “Ah, but we cannot challenge him outright, for it would seem an attempt at removing a problematic agent. No challenge would be taken seriously without serious evidence first.” Kyoko studied the man from behind with no small expression of shock. Odysseus guessed she assumed from the mans demeanor that he was a simpleton and while nepotism can get you far, the spartans rose by merit and glory. Achilles, however, gave a reverent smile, and a slight bow to the man. “Very astute, commander. We have had to move subtly and quietly to avoid any untowards detection.” “That makes sense, yes.” Atlas nodded, turning to his nephew. “It explains, as well, your need to move without a retinue.”

Atlas is surprisingly quick to pick up on the situation. The centuries of experience have done the old warrior well.

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Character sheet featuring Isaac, a satyr in different poses.

Isaac Dewinter, a young Satyr with mundane and relatable concerns such as: his own sexuality, his expensive hobbies, getting used to changes and his new role as a necromancer and the vessel of Death itself.

Much like any of us. @drottningjotunn.bsky.social
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Atlas noticed the pause, and his eyes narrowed slightly, Kyoko behind him pinching the bridge of her nose. Achilles, to his credit, swooped in seamlessly, as if he had the story prepared for just such a moment. “You see, my good spartan, I am actually a messenger sent by the Royal Medjay, Khonsu to report upon an investigation good Lord Odysseus is assisting on.” “A Medjay you say?” Atlus muttered, scratching his beard and turning to Odysseus, who was watching Achilles’ little performance with a mixture of exasperation and begrudging admiration. He shrugged an affirmative, noticing Atlas’ eyes on him. It was, after all, mostly accurate. “I see. It is, of course, always our duty to assist the Eyes of Horus. Tell me, good messenger, what do you have to report to my lord?” “Ah...well you see...” Achilles, quick on his feet, looked to Odysseus and, for the first time since the boys had ever met, seemed to show proper reverence to a noble, causing Odysseus to narrow his eyes and cross his arms, not buying it for a second. “Your lord wishes I be discerning with the exchange of information considering the sensitivity of the investigation.”

As Kronos found out many centuries ago, Atlas is an easy man to manipulate. So long as Achilles can keep this up, the boys should be able to wiggle their way outta this.

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Odysseus clicked. “It worked on my fathers guards. Do not think such tricks would work on me.” “How do you know?” Achilles teased. “Maybe I’ve walked by you in fifty different costumes with you none the wiser. For all you know I could be right behind you every day.” “Impossible.” Odysseus insisted, with a scowl. “I would be able to spot you in an ocean of people.” Achilles giggled excitedly. “Oh Ods, you know just how to make a boy feel special, don’t you.” “That is not what I meant, and you know it.” Odysseus hissed. “You are obnoxiously loud, there is no hiding that, even your body language permeates with it.” “Been reading my body language, have you?” Achilles raised a brow with a flirtatious grin. “And prey tell what does my body have to say?” Kyoko cleared her throat and both boys spun to the door where she stood, unamused, with a very perplexed Atlas. “Your commander, as requested, lord.” she side eyed Achilles, who gave a small wave. “Are we...interrupting something?”

Inopportune timing, Atlas! How shall they talk themselves out of this awkward embarassment?

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“Surprised?” He asked with that insufferable grin he got whenever he was pleased with himself, usually at Odysseus’ expense. “I told you it was easy to move about you nobles.” He let himself in as if he owned the place, looking all about, “I saw you on the news, you looked very dashing.” He eyed Odysseus disappointedly. “I had hoped to catch you still all done up, to be honest. “Are these your chambers?” He asked, turning away from Odysseus. “They look...only slightly larger than my apartment.” he placed the box on the table, and muttered more to himself. “Is that a print book? I think I saw the Stardance to this.” Odysseus shrugged in regards to Achilles comment on his chambers. “They are technically servants quarters, but I enjoyed the balcony’s access. Besides, I do not need much.” “Oh you are just the cutest.” Achilles giggled, booping Odysseus’ nose. “You are straight from some dumb noble action Stardance.” “Oh yes?” Odysseus asked with a smile that was almost a snarl. “And what of you, hm? What is this get up, exactly?” He removed a smudge on Achilles’ face with his thumb. “Did you cover your face in dirt?”

As if Odysseus didn't have enough to worry about, now Achilles is traipsing around like he owns the place!

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As he moved to a couch, he looked at what was in his hands, and snorted in surprised amusement. It was a historical novel about the Angary Age, where one of the first risen samurai built a budding friendship that turned into love with a spartan. It was, if Odysseus remembered correctly, rather dry, but it was also one of the last things he and Anyte had bonded over. Until she made a high budget Stardance adaptation. It did exceedingly well, but Odysseus never agreed with who she casted for the leads. As he considered opening it, or even telling Anyte that he had found it, he was almost positive this was her copy after all, there was a knocking at the door. Assuming it was Kyoko with Atlas, he placed the book down. “Enter.” That who entered was neither, it was a shabby, dirty faced delivery boy, in a torn green jumpsuit, and matching hat, holding a box that looked as if it had been tapped a hundred times over its lifetime. Even still it was plain as day to Odysseus who was before him, half rising to meet the approaching form, “Achilles? What are you doing? How are you even here?”

Reminiscing cut short by a rather frustratingly determined surprise, and wholly uninvited, guest.

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He's more of a fighter than a knight, in a diplomatic sense. Though to be certain, Brynjulf was talented from the get-go. His Affinity with Fire was such that upon donning his Academy suit of armor, it heated up red-hot. Thus, he earned the nickname of the Steaming Demon during the war. He's the heat, alright.

Given comparisons were made to lions, he was updated to have a mane-like hairstyle. Paired with his darker complexion, he comes across as golden and confident. Radiant. Almost sun-like.

Brynjulf's two initial attributes were key to his design. Red-hot armor and a charming dude. He's nice, but moreso in the "Lion" sense. He's noble, kind, and strong - but that doesn't mean he's weak-willed. He will fight if he needs to. In fact, he often does. The armor design has been updated to more closely resemble Bernard's set - in search of standardizing the style and making Solvognish armor have a distinct flavor and it doesn't feel slapped-on. The story behind how he got his armor has a bit of humor. Though the curriculum only needed limb armor, his family instead got a whole set. Of course, given the war, it came very much in handy.

The flat colors - they let one see what the heated metal does to the armor itself. Light heat damage. Some color changes, but most importantly, it still contrasts with the rest of his color palette.

THE STEAMING DEMON

"Bring in the heat? Hah! I AM the heat."

Brynjulf's energy and can-do attitude is part of the reason he became a teacher's assistant at the Academy post-graduation.

Don't ask him about elbow grease - he's got elbow embers.

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Shoji continued in helping Odysseus out of his armor in silence which, if he was being honest, appreciated, that Shoji took the time to think on his words. He had once thought Shoji simple, briefly sure but still, now he knew the boy thoughtful and inclined to find the joy in life. When he did speak, Odysseus knew it was coming from the intake of breath, “When I was taken to become a shinobi, the Iron Code made clear I would never have choice again, that I would fulfill every impossible desire put to me, or die trying.” He shrugged dismissively, helping Odysseus out of the greaves. “I was unwilling to do either, and ended up here. Ironically, now under the lordship of a far more understanding person. One that I see kindness under a gruff nature. You have provided opportunities to Kyoko and myself, and to our friends down below.” He stood now, after collecting the armor. “I think you should create them for yourself.” Odysseus chuckled softly. “You sound like Hesiodios.” “Oh I doubt that, Odysseus.” Shoji laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hesiodios is smart.” “I think you may underestimate yourself.” Odysseus admitted to the shadow.

Shoji shares some of his personal incite to hopefully ease his masters mind, showing the true thoughts compelling this failed shadow.

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Odysseus grunted, unbuckling the cuirass. “Yes...yes thank you Shoji.” Shoji removed his mask, placing it on the table next to where the Aegis landed, and moved to Odysseus’ side, helping him undue the cuirass. “Today was strange.” Odysseus laughed bitterly. “And it is not even remotely finished yet.” he clicked his tongue. “Might I confide in you, Shoji?” “Sure.” Shoji said joyfully, as if excited at the prospect, or perhaps at being helpful. “Centie says I’m a good listener.” Odysseus had not considered that Shoji, and perhaps even Kyoko, had been communicating with the rebels outside their duties to him. For some odd reason, he felt a range of emotions hitting him far too quickly to parse at the moment, though he was sure most were positive, and that alone would take some thought. “I have gone, in a month's time, to being in absolute control of my life, to treading water, to a feeling I can only relate to water slowly filling my lungs.” he sighed, feeling the weight of the armor fall from his shoulders. “I feel like wandering into the woods and never returning, but even Delos has a fence around it.”

Odysseus takes a moment to contimplate his emotions, in the presence of a trusted servant.

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Odysseus moved down the halls with a purpose, his shinobi close on his heels. He had much to do, and wanted as much of it as possible to be out of the way before Centehura’s performance. “Shoji, when we return to the chambers, you are to take this armor to Arete and get me its full schematics. Every piece of functionality, hidden or otherwise.” “As you say, my lord.” The mechanically distorted voice responded. “Kyoko, I wish to know where my scouts reside, immediately. If possible, have my uncle...have the commander report to me, I have far too many questions.” Odysseus said, tilting in the other tengus direction. “It will be done.” they responded, breaking away from the two and disappearing down a hall. “Should I retrieve Hesiodios, my lord?” Shoji asked. “No.” Odysseus said authoritatively, cutting the air with a hand motion. “Not today.” Frustrated as he was, he would not take away a day of pride from the man. The two soon reached his chambers, and before the door was even closed behind him, Odysseus was tossing aside his cloak, and ripped the frustrating flickering inconvenience of the Aegis off his pauldron, and tossed it onto the table. “Do you require help?” Shoji asked.

With the whirlwind of events ever increasing, the young lord is feeling a bit overwhelmed. Hasn't stopped him yet

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At last he stood before his half brother, and did let a small smile break through, for he knew all he needed already about Zagreus. He tried to discern what knowledge of this the other boy had, but Zagreus only seemed pleased, either of graduating, or being given this assignment Odysseus could not tell. Given Zagreus’ happy go lucky nature, it could well be both. He returned to his position at the front of the formation, where Shoji and Kyoko still stood, and turned to Atlas, nodding. “Tell them to fall out.” He turned, hearing Atlas giving the orders for his new squad, and returned to the seats with his father, brother and sister, and all but fell into his seat. He watched as the newly made spartan scouts followed Atlas.... somewhere. Odysseus made a mental note to find out where later, even as the two battalions were given their final marching orders as well. “What was all this for, Father?” Odysseus asked, as the people dispersed, not expecting an answer. But as Kronos stood to leave, he did address his Lord Scout. “You show me the answer to that question, my son. Fate has been placed in your hands, disappointment or greatness now lies before you.”

Dissapointment or greatness? Who says Odysseus couldn't achieve both...

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Odysseus’ eyes widened as he stared down upon the squad and his uncle, stunned in place, wondering if he had fallen asleep and this was some strange dream. “What is...” “Do not keep your troops waiting, my son.” Kronos cut him off, not looking away from the field. “My scouts await your inspection.” Odysseus’ jaw clenched, as he slowly stood, wondering, as he moved towards Atlas, exactly his father was playing at. The entire time, Shoji and Kyoko did not leave his side, no doubt adding to the strangeness of the scenario for the onlookers. When Odysseus finally stood before Atlas, the commander’s spear fell, as did the spears of Dienekes Squad. The spears of his spartans. Odysseus looked up at the war veteran that was now assigned to him. His uncle, the leader of his fathers personal guard. An absolute asset in every way; loyal, wise and strong. So why in the entire rotting duat was he standing before him now? With seven fresh young spartans behind him. His gaze shifted for a moment to Zagreus, who stood at the head of this squad. His half brother, another gift from his father, hoping for some explanation on the young mans face, but it was just as stoney and expressionless as any Spartan in formation would give.

Odysseus meets his troops, his scouts, his Spartans.

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“Dienekes Squad, Perseus Iota Battalion, FALL OUT!” His voice boomed, and there was a shifting of metal on the battalion positioned to the left of the field, as seven spartans moved as a cohesive group to fall in line in front of Atlas. Two lines of six formed, with the seventh between and off to the right in front of Atlas, and Odysseus’ eyes squinted as recognition set in at the sight of his half brother and his squad. He turned to his father for some sort of clarification, and received none. “For bravery, skill, competency, quick thinking and responsive action, you have been earmarked for special assignment.” Atlas declared to the recruits, loud enough for the whole field to hear. The spartans hit their shields with their spears three times in unified tandem in response, but otherwise were physically statues to the news. “From today onward, you will serve with me under direct command of our lord, fulfilling all duties asked of us, upon pain of death. His battles are ours, our victories are his glory.” Again the three rhythmic strikes of spear on shield. Atlas, spun on his heels and lifted his spear high in the direction of the podium, the squad behind him hit their spears once more against their shields before mimicking the action. “Your spartans await inspection...Lord Scout Odysseus.”

All thoughts of being a talking piece in his fathers army are cast aside. Falling into formation for the first time in many millenia are Venusian Scouts of War

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Noticing the High Lords, and Lady had sat, the many officials of Kronos’ private army, as well as the recruits attending family members took their seats, as the Drill Instructors for both battalions called the recruits into attention, and thus the ceremony had begun. It much went as the very few military ceremonies Odysseus had to attend in the past went, and the young lord found himself fighting sleep, a handful of times snapping awake, having not even noticed he had begun to doze, by musical fanfare, or by the young spartans hitting their shields in response to one speaker or another. After a while, First Inspection began and Pericles and Hydna walked down to check the troops at the behest of their liege lord. A ceremonious act, but then the entire thing was a farcical ceremony to Oddysseus’ eyes. However, as Pericles called all to attention and he and Hydna turned to their father, the ceremony did not end as it usually would. Instead, Kronos turned and nodded to someone off to the side. Odysseus’ eyes narrowed in a suspicious confusion, as he watched Atlas, his uncle and leader of his Fathers hippeas, take the field. Hydna and Pericles, the latter of whom handed off authority of the formation, fell back to their seats, and Atlas centered himself between the battalions.

It seems even Odysseus' uncle, the leader of the most elite Spartans, is in on Kronos' scheme...

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“Very well,” Kronos said, turning to address his three children. “Will you not join me in witnessing the graduation of my dear Spartans?” The three children bowed to their liege lord and father, giving their affirmation. Though all were surprised at what came next. Kronos gestured to the two shinobi, then up towards the platform, “And of course, we cannot assume the Lord Scout would travel without his loyal shadows.” Odysseus side eyed his father curiously, as Pericles mirrored a similarly shocked expression. But Kronos had already turned, and was striding upwards to his seat. Odysseus turned to Kyoko and Shoji, their thoughts and expressions completely overtaken by the grotesque visage of the tengu. He gestured forward and, after his two siblings, walked upward. At the top, Kronos gestured to his right. “Odysseus, my son, please take the place of honor for this ceremony.” Odysseus was not confused outright by the gesture, but by the fact that his elder siblings did not react to this request, having already taken their seats on the other side of their Father. “Why?” “Why indeed?” Kronos met his gaze with what could have been an amused expression. “Perhaps you shall see soon enough.”

What could Odysseus' father have in store for him? Would it put him up on high, or tear him down low?

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Pericles choked on the water he was drinking, though Hydna, somewhat oblivious of the pointedness of the comment, responded good naturedly, “You know I thought that sometimes too.” Kronos' smile never faltered, as he placed his hands slowly behind his back. “All gifts have their place, my son. Even a venomous tongue. A lesson I hope you one day learn, that you learn the time and place to wield such a weapon properly.” “As you are well aware, Father, I have never had difficulty learning to wield a weapon before.” Odysseus clicked. “Indeed.” Kronos said, sounding increasingly pleased with himself. “I am sure some day soon you will be able to verbally battle the best of even the senate floor to a standstill, your brother included.” “Epicurus is easy to beat, Father.” Hydna gave a loud snort. “Just talk over him.” “An effective bludgeon, for sure.” Kronos admitted. “But would not hold well among the floors of the parthenon, I assure you, my daughter.” “If I may.” Pericles interrupted, as Hydna opened her mouth to speak. “All preparations have been made, and we can move forward with the ceremony, at your command, Father.”

Kronos can always find the time to fit in a lecture to his children, but now it is time to see his fresh faced Spartans. Let us hope they live up to his scrutiny

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At the foot of the steps, leading upwards to the High Nobles seats, stood Kronos, speaking softly to Hydna and Pericles, all three stopping and turning at the sight of Odysseus. “My son.” Kronos spoke softly, meeting Odysseus' eyes with his usual soft smile. It made Odysseus suddenly crave to add a visor to his armor. “I must say you look positively intimidating, not only in the Lord Scouts armor, that fits you so naturally one would think it a part of you, but also with those frightful tengu loyally at your side. “Indeed, Father.” Odysseus clicked, meeting the mans gaze, not at all happy with how positively pleased with himself Kronos seemed. “With the strength and skill of the yokai, truly my reach will range far and wide.” “Now that you have finally taken your place at the House's Pantheon, your arrows shall travel so far as to rival that of the old goddess Artemis.” Kronos agreed, as Odysseus rolled his eyes, already sick of all the allegory. “I must admit, sometimes I look upon my twin and wonder how she could have possibly come from your genes, and then your performative side shows with such ridiculous banter leaving your mouth.” Odyssey said dryly.

Can't let your father get all the wins, gotta sneak in those jabs while you can. May as well, its gonna be a long day regardless...

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Steampunk Entoloma Virescens

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