ᴏᴅɪɴ ❧ god of knowledge and wisdom (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
asgardswisdom) wrote2023-03-01 12:41 pm
asgardswisdom) wrote2023-03-01 12:41 pm
IC CONTACT;
[ feel free to use this for all your Allpapa needs! please pardon any lateness, and Odin may or may not feel inclined to respond depending on the importance/intelligence of the message, though I'll be sure to respond to all comments even if it's just a "quit wasting my time!" ]
Action - During the Festival (with permission for a handwave)
Set out as they were, she nodded and offered them to him. "So, then, All Father," she said softly, trying to look formal. The term was a first for her with him. She was informal almost all the time. Pointedly so, but she'd been raised by someone who knew the old ways and she knew how to respect a god. She'd just ... gotten odd ideas talking with the twins, and had grown far too cynical in her own life to sit on the ceremonies she knew all too well. Unless she wanted something, and she wanted something today. The old name would do, even if she knew he would probably catch on that she was going through the motions on purpose.
"I have a question, if you're willing to hear it... But I would prefer to ask it without prying ears to interfere. She has too many spies lately." Nope, she doesn't want to ask you one of those 'Why did you do this?' questions. She's got that firm, steady, 'I think way too much about this shit' look in her eye again. Thankfully, it's usually Loki who puts up with those. The other Loki.
Re: Action - During the Festival (with permission for a handwave)
For now. Vaguely.
But interest never sparks in his steely figure, even at Sam's use of his title. It's an obvious bid for his favour, and he knows as much, but he can appreciate the thought behind it. His son isn't the god of pride for nothing.
When her bid for privacy comes, he remains unmoved, his expression unchanging and his hands still folded in his lap. Nothing changes, until everything shifts - and stays exactly the same. The chessboard is still on the table before them, they are both still in their seats, and Odin still makes no gesture to acknowledge her beyond his eyes that have been trained on her since the moment they sat down.
His office is neat, clean, near clinical in its pristine state. The walls are lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves packed to the brim with books of varying shapes and sizes, all pristine despite their easily presumed age. Their seats are off to one side, beside a fireplace that doesn't burn but still give off a radiant heat. His desk is parallel to the grand window that takes up the majority of the wall opposite the main entrance to the room; on it, there is nothing but a thin plate with a sheen of what might reflect like water. It isn't, and he isn't about to tell what it is.
That's not why she's here, anyway. Finally, he moves, just the slightest tilt of his head from one side to the other, perpetually unimpressed by everything. "Go on."
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And then she schooled herself. One step at a time. She had to visibly calm before nodding.
"Thiazi has stolen and captured a god's soul before. It stands to reason she can again," she said, looking back at him and focusing on his eyes. Her lips pursed a little as she kept carefully to the question she had and tried to avoid speaking about anything outside it.
"In what way exactly can it be ensured that, should she, Surt or an ally of theirs of similar nature fall that their soul not be caught by her, trapped and either used or resurrected, leaving us at square one?"
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The response is immediate, without hesitation, without inflection. Simple fact of the matter, and the truest answer there is, but he also knows she won't be satisfied with that. There's a brief moment between his answer and the next where he debates the merits or harm in explaining further, passing quickly with only the slightest shift of him settling into his chair more comfortably.
As far as he's concerned, his part of the bargain is fulfilled. The rest is extraneous, and he'll give as much as he pleases. This is his domain, and he owns it.
"Our souls can't be delivered by Hel to the afterlife the way mortals' can. We don't have an afterlife. We don't go to Niflheim, and we don't return to the soil. We cease to exist." Another pause. Another moment to deliberate and choose his words carefully. He reaches for his glass, takes a slow, thoughtful drink. There's a story to tell here and he isn't the one to tell it. Odin only gives the facts. "But it doesn't happen immediately. There's - a grace period, if you will, before our souls dissipate and our magic returns to the Mother at Yggdrasil's core. That window is very small, very precise, and only the sharpest of needles can pass through it."
He gives her a meaningful Look, the sort that would cause Surt to burn down an entire mountain range for the insult carried in the simple raise of his brow. The man's dumber than a sack of rocks as far as Odin is concerned, and it's not an undue statement.
"Thiazi is the only one amongst our enemies with the knowledge or ability to hit that window. The only way to ensure, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that none of the Giants or their allies will be able to repeat the events of the past year is to kill her."
There's a flicker after the last word leaves his lips, the smallest of tells that he's withholding information. It's short and fast, the slightest furrow of his brows and stiffening of his breath, before it evens out a second later. But in that brief moment, in that miniscule falter, it may show that the possibility of another is there.
He said Thiazi is the only of their enemies. He himself is the only of their allies. The only other option would be to capture the souls himself, but it's unthinkable, and he will not entertain the thought.
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The explanation, though, she listened to fully. The hint about Surt almost got a snort from her, but she didn't have the history with him Odin did. It would have just been the derision she showed an enemy normally. When she saw the little tell, though, two thoughts entered her mind.
'Only one amongst our enemies' meant two possibilities. One, he could do it, because she was certain none of the others were masters of magic like him. Two, it might be possible to do it without a god, something she feared and something she considered. Unlike him, she could entertain the thought, if it meant denying Thiazi access to Surt and then releasing him afterwards.
Either way, it was an answer. "Thank you," she said. "That's more than I needed to know, but that's enough to sate my concerns." And yes, it was obvious that she was thinking a lot about it. The wheels were always turning with this one.