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Post by CYTIS on Jan 25, 2016 15:59:39 GMT -5
Cytis is flighty and willful, fickle to the bone, yet he's been careful with this whole familiar business. It wouldn't do for his rep to go through familiars like they're going out of style, so he very carefully considers throwing around the F-word. Except then some dinkie witch thinks cleaning is more interesting than him and honestly, what the fuck? A bribe to clean here some godly magic bond there and boom bam Cytis has his first familiar. Who sorts groceries and on the occasion, bags them. One day Odell will thank him. For now, Cytis in all his godly glory sweeps through Miller's doors and calls out loud enough for a large portion of the store to hear, "Odeeeell!" He's bouncing from aisle to aisle, until an unmistakable head of blue hair pops up. "There you are!" His voice is far noisier than necessary, and eyes are already turning towards him and his victim. "I think..." He looks at an imaginary watch on his wrist. "Your shift is basically over right? I'm pretty sure you've done enough for this great establishment so what do you say to heading outta here?" Business strategy #63: make it seems like the other party has a choice even when they really don't.
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Post by ODELL WILMONT on Jan 25, 2016 17:17:03 GMT -5
"One inch... one inch... one inch." Odell softly repeats this over and over as he meticulously stacks up boxes for a sale display in the middle of an aisle for some canned vegetables. It has to be perfect, it has to be precise, it has to be— And then a familiar voice calls his name and down goes a stack of cans, ruining his hard work. "Oh hell no..." Odell practically hisses beneath his breath as he quickly gathers up some cans and stacks them as best he can. One of them is off by three centimeters, or about the same amount of measurable patience he had left for this idiot God he can hear from a few aisles over. Odell rubs his cheek with the back of his hand as he tries to resist the urge of throwing a can at Cytis as soon as he's within range, opting to greet him with the silence and the same expressionless stare. "Yes, here I am. The very same establishment I've been at during this exact hour practically everyday since I've been hired." A beat. "Shocker." He stands up from his place on the ground and tries not to let his annoyance show on his face in front of everyone's much revered God of Light. Sure, even Odell will admit to himself he has some impressive looks but it really doesn't make up for that obnoxious... everything of his. "I have a few more minutes, unless you want to tell my boss why I've clocked out early." Odell glances down to his hands and examine them for any hint of dust or dirt from his job and finally spares Cytis a glance when he sees none. That's right Cytis, Odell cares more about the cleanliness of his fingers than he does for you. "Pray tell what on Earth it is you want to drag me out five minutes early for?" MADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 25, 2016 18:06:26 GMT -5
Odell examines his fingers before he looks up at Cytis. His fingers! How rude! Frowning as he lays a hand on his hip, the god rolls his eyes. "Right? Just goes to show that your loving master has taken the time out of his busy schedule to learn your... well, simple one." Boring one more like. Over the past few days all Cytis has really learned about Odell's usual haunts are that they're bland and boring and the God of Light simply does not understand the appeal. He can't help but heave a deep sigh at his familiar's naivety though. Rounding the man, a hand claps his back as another plucks a can off the shelf. Two can play at the look-at-something-else-before-the-person-while-you're- talking-to-them game. Canned peas... maybe he'll have this for dinner. "Oh my dearest underling, your manager would lay you off if I just asked. That's what it means to be district God!" A reassuring patpat. "I wouldn't do that though, no worries." Some really fascinating nutrition facts that means absolutely nothing to Cytis. He spins on his heels and observes a different row of shelves. Puts the peas down between some pasta boxes. "Five minutes waited is five minutes wasted, I have very urgent business I promise you." Finally he turns around, all food forgotten, and hooks his arm around Odell's. "'Bout time to bounce, don't you think?" And then he's marching on his way down the aisle, Odell in tow willing or not.
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Post by ODELL WILMONT on Jan 25, 2016 19:29:21 GMT -5
Odell flinches at the contact and immediately takes a step away from Cytis, staring at the can in his hand because how dare he touch what he so painstakingly arranged. How dare he touch anything, actually, he shouldn't even be here right now when he had five minutes left on the clock. So much for throwing a copy of his schedule at him a few days prior. Odell can feel himself tense up at Cytis' words, though he already knows full well the sort of influence he has in this particular part of Tartarus. He squints his eyes back to the spread of cans and carefully reaches back to move the disrupted display back to an acceptable order. "Thanks," Odell says as he slides cans of peas forward to continue the illusion that they were full and ripe for the picking, "for being so kind and allowing me to keep my job." His voice is devoid of any emotion, speaking as if he was reading off some paper. When he looks back at Cytis he watches in sheer horror as he places a can among boxes of dries noodles. " That doesn't go there..." He mutters and reaches out to take it back, only to be met with more unwanted contact from Cytis. "H-Hey! No, I need to put that back!" Because if one can't have an orderly shelf how could they possibly have an orderly life? He gapes over his shoulder at the can mocking him from a distance, being among the pastas when it should be with the other cans. "Five minutes is just five minutes! What's five minutes when you've got all the time in the world? Geez...!" What would people think when they're browsing the aisles and look to find a stray can of peas? That someone wasn't there to do their damn job, that's for sure. He clicks his tongue in frustration and allows himself to be practically dragged toward the exit. "If this urgent business ends up being something stupid I'm going to shave off all your hair."MADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 25, 2016 20:17:07 GMT -5
Odell's protests fall on noncaring ears, and if anything Cytis only grins at the growing horror in his voice. One day he'll have to discreetly move every object in the grocery store over an inch, see if Odell implodes. "Someone else'll get it, you're not the only grocery boy around don't sweat the small stuff!" he reassures him without a care in the world. It's just one can, someone's bound to move it to its proper place eventually and even if they don't... Okay Cytis isn't sure why it matters but to each his own. "If five minutes is just five minutes, then five minutes off of work should be nothing!" he sings, and ah the fresh air! Perfect for what he has in mind. Looking around for a nice bright spot--oh what do you know, anywhere! He likes the look of a nice grassy patch though, fit with a tree a little ways away from Miller's. Releasing Odell from his grip and plopping down with his legs crossed, Cytis rubs his hands together excitedly. "Sit sit, you'd never catch me to even touch my hair so I'll take it as a good natured joke." He reaches up his sleeve, ready to introduce the main event. His fingers feel around, close on the object hidden within, and tada! He produces an honest-to-goodness wand. He holds it out to Odell. "I want a magic show!"
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Post by ODELL WILMONT on Jan 25, 2016 21:32:11 GMT -5
His protesting dies down once they reach the outside world and Cytis squints as his eyes readjust to natural lighting, eyeing the surrounding area with a less than amused expression on his face. "Not all of us are ageless beings," he mumbles as he tries to wiggle out of his master's grasp, "five minutes is precious time. To stack things with precision." Because that's important to him unlike some people. He wonders if Cytis even understood matters like cleanliness and order, because to Odell it seemed like that wasn't case due to his personality.
He almost scoffed at the idea, but refrained just to avoid any questions he might have been asked. God help him if Cytis opened his mouth unnecessarily.
Any other God but him, naturally.
Odell looks down at the grassy area with a noticeable scowl and remains standing as Cytis takes a seat. Grass stained, and beneath grass was dirty, and in the dirt lived insect and insects carried germs and— "I'll stand, thank you."
He crosses his arms and vows to himself he'll one day touch the God of Light's hair to prove him wrong about catching him, but quickly drops that from his mind as he stares at the wand Cytis holds.
Odell quietly grabs the wand and looks at it for a moment and then back to Cytis. "...Alright." He grabs the other end with this other hand and holds it out in front of him horizontally and frowns. "For my first trick, I'll make two wands instead of one."
Snap!
"And for my next trick, I'll make them both disappear."
Normally Odell would never even think about littering, but he makes a special exception considering the circumstances and flings both halves of the wand in opposite directions of each other and stares down at Cytis.
"Ta-daa."
MADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 25, 2016 21:55:19 GMT -5
Cytis leans forward, hands braced on his knees, waiting to see what kind of spectacle Odell can cook up. He's heard rumors of his familiar's talents, of course his natural greatness led him to pick the prodigy, and Cytis wonders just how far human magic has come. Odell's expression is tight, lips drawn into a frown. But he's going with it, and that's what counts. Cytis has always thought wands are held somewhat vertically in one's hand but maybe-- Oh. One wand turns into two halves of a wand, and true to his word, golden eyes follow the pieces before they disappear into the grass. "Ta-daa."Cytis blinks. His lip quivers. Then he's hunching over as laughter bubbles from his throat until he throws his head back and then he's completely on the ground, losing his shit. "Pfftfft bahaha!" He thinks any human magic would be laughable in a not-so-good way compared to what he can do, what he sees others do. So this, this is perfect. As much of a weirdo Odell is, he comes through when Cytis needs him most (for entertainment). "Encore encore!" he cheers. A finger comes up and dabs tears from the corners of his eyes. Grinning, he rests his head against the cool earth and peers up at his familiar. Hmm what to do though, the wand had taken a bit of effort to get. Perfect excuse to play a little prank, put on a show of his own. "Though I think I got you covered, as a token of my appreciation." And with a twirl of his finger, looping through the air in unrecognizable script, suddenly bright blue neon light shines above Odell's head. Odell, The Magnificent it reads. Sounds like a magician's name, right? "Should I add arrows too, just in case you're in a crowd and people can't tell?"[ooc; I DONT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HARD I LAUGHED I HOENSTLY SPIT]
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Post by ODELL WILMONT on Jan 26, 2016 0:21:28 GMT -5
He's laughing— why is he laughing? Odell looks down at his master flailing on the ground in a fit of laughter with the most dead pan expression to ever cross his features. He almost expected him to whine, or to start nagging him to do something for real.
This is... somehow worse.
"...Go fetch me both halves of the wand and I'll personally fix it so I can do it again then." Odell raises an eyebrow in a confused manner as Cytis calms down enough to actually form words. He's half serious about fixing the wand, and if it'll make Cytis leave him alone Odell will give in and use a mending spell instead of tape for a proper encore as requested.
Which is a scary thought in and of itself, but if his master is truly this simple minded then...
"Your laughter is appreciation enough..." Odell resists the urge to push Cytis' face deeper into the ground with his foot and looks away back towards the grocery store, wondering how fast he could book it and hide in the storeroom because this already doesn't sound like it'll end well for him.
As soon as Cytis raises a hand Odell is already cursing himself and shutting his eyes with his arms raised up over his face just in case. When he feels nothing happen to him he blinks around confused before looking up and instantly groaning.
"Please, Master, do not waste your energy on me." Odell does his best to not let his annoyance show up on his face, but his voice is seething with anger none the less. He crouches down in front of Cytist and glares at him. "Kindly remove this. Now."
(ooc: I WANT TO APOLOGIZE BUT AT THE SAME TIME I AM NOT SORRY ;v;) MADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 26, 2016 10:35:05 GMT -5
It's funny how Odell flinches in preparation for Cytis's help. Cytis wouldn't do anything to his face, he has more morals than that! The witch's expression never changes, but the god can feel his fury nonetheless. What a shame his familiar can't recognize the glory of his gift. The God of Light sits up promptly as Odell crouches to a more comfortable eye level. He positively sparkles, and literal glints of light might actually be floating around him. "What was that?" He holds a hand to his ear. "'Master, this title isn't enough to encompass my prodigal skill'? My apologies!" His hand waves through the air, and Odell now has— Odell, the Magnificent and Totally Awesome Wand Master Extraordinaire—floating about his head. Cytis winks. "This is nothing to me, but glad to know you're concerned for your lovely master."
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Post by ODELL WILMONT on Jan 26, 2016 13:10:26 GMT -5
Cytis is close. Cytis is so close Odell can grab his collar and throw him down and smack that stupid sparkling grin off his stupid sparkling face. He isn't sure if he could, but he definitely could try. But he doesn't because the God might enjoy that and Odell is adamant on not appeasing him more than is necessary.
Odell sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose to try to calm down to the best of his abilities. "Which God must I pray to in order to end my life?" He says softly, shaking his head and blinking back to Cytis. "Was this honestly all you pulled me out of work for? Because this could have waited." He leans in closer to Cytis, glaring at him with the slightest frown. "Five. Whole. Minutes."
He stands back up and crosses his arms, glancing away from Cytis trying to ignore the glow from the obnoxious lettering over head. "I was expecting something more exciting from the esteemed God of Light." MADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 26, 2016 13:59:08 GMT -5
Cytis hums. "No God would harm my familiar, and severing prayer bonds," he fingerguns, "is a district god perk!" So in short, Odell is stuck with him. Not even the throes of death will part them! Cytis for his credit stares back at his familiar with an entirely serious face. How could he not see the urgent problem at hand? Hopping to his feet and leaning obnoxiously closer—he sees the attempt to stop looking at him—Cytis decides he'll enlighten the witch this time. "I was bored! I couldn't let that last," he pokes Odell's cheek in sync with his words, "Five. More. Minutes~"Oho. Ohoho ho is Odell doubting Cytis's creativity? His enthusiasm? His passion for grandiose and dramatic flare? "You're right," he says, a sly smile curling around the words. "I can't be failing your expectations already, forgive me." He swats the lettering above Odell's head away, and the light dissipates into nothing. Then he goes right into scooping Odell into his arms, bridal style. A roll of his shoulders, adjustment of his grip, then, "Hold on tight Odell!" before his feet rise off the ground.
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Post by ODELL WILMONT on Jan 26, 2016 21:11:57 GMT -5
Odell wasn't sure if he should feel some relief being tied to this guy knowing there was some degree of safety he could apparently be assured of or... feel even worse than he already did. Surprisingly to him, he couldn't figure out a firm stance on the idea and just clicks his tongue in frustration, silently accepting the finger jabbing into his cheek.
No matter, he was still annoyed.
"Oh, no no, don't apologize to me. Apologize to that can still there among boxes all out of place and— wait, what?" Odell can feel his body freeze as Cytis' lips curl into that familiar grin of his, a telltale sign whatever comes after is going to make Odell regret even thinking of challenging a God.
He can't even manage a step backwards before Cytis lifts him up in— seriously? Like this? This was embarrassing! He wasn't even sure where in the world the hands holding him had been, which was a much more terrifying thought that whatever was in store for him.
"C-Cytis!" Odell yelps a bit, only grabbing onto the God as he realizes what in the world he was doing. "I-I was... what are you— a-are you really...?" He squeezes his eyes shut and shudders at the thought of being too high. There were flying insects... birds... man did he hate flying on the broomsticks back home for this reason. airborne germs and he didn't even have disinfectant spray with him to kill them.
"Is this because I care more about stacking cans than I do your boredom? B-Because I'm not taking that back!"
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 26, 2016 21:32:48 GMT -5
Cytis doesn't make much sense of Odell's warbling, but he figures it's some kind of protest because all his familiar seems to do is object his master (except for when he actually became Cytis's familiar, funnily enough). "Just hold onto me and enjoy the view Odell, you've got a first class seat in the Cytis Express!" He'd hate to lose his grip and drop the guy, not after they've come so far in their relationship (read: a week or so). He thinks he'll give his familiar a grand tour, be a good express conductor and bring them down if Odell seems a little too wigged out. But then his clean freak comes out (though maybe Odell never really puts it away) and Cytis shakes his head. Tsk tsk tsk, one of the ten holy commandments of interacting with Cytis: thou shalt not insinuate something is better than thy God of Light. Especially when you're floating above buildings by now. "Nah, I just felt you were right; I needed something more exciting and what better to do then show off my familiar to the whole city?" He shrugs as much as his shoulders will allow with a guy in his arms. "You don't have to take anything back either, just like I won't be letting you down any time soon!"Cytis's gaze is set strictly ahead, to the boundless possibilities of the near future. "So where should we start? Should I yell out to everyone that Odell Wilmont, esteemed witch of amazing magic, is my familiar?"
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Post by ODELL WILMONT on Jan 26, 2016 23:58:18 GMT -5
Best case scenario, Cytis would drop him and Odell would fall into the sweet hold of death thanks to gravity.
Worst case scenario, Odell lives to regret this partnership another day.
"N-No!" Odell manages to squeak out as they continue their ascent. "W-Why does that seem like a good idea? You're... you're so weird!" He clings to Cytis as he squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head. What in the world did he think that would accomplish? Was this pay back for breaking the wand? Would making an honest to goodness wand appear right now make up for his earlier actions and make the God lower him— safely, he hoped— down to the ground?
Oh please don't let that feeling in the pit of his stomach be vomit, that was the last thing he needed right now.
"What would that accomplish? N-No one needs to know of my existence!" Odell cracks and eye open then immediately shuts it when the roof of a building below seems to get smaller and smaller. "I don't wanna be a witch so t-there's really no point!"
He looks back up at Cytis, giving into his urge to frown finally as the damn God is enjoying this torture. Seriously, what was the point of announcing something so useless to the world? Odell was so sure he made it clear to Cytis his desire to be complete, one hundred percent normal.
Flying above the island in the arms of a God was in fact the least normal thing someone could experience.
MADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 27, 2016 9:32:25 GMT -5
Cytis's shoulders shake as he laughs uninhibited. His familiar is perfect for relieving boredom, he swears. He'd try to pat his shoulder or give some kind of meaningless reassurance, but his arms are otherwise occupied. Cytis settles for rubbing his head against Odell's like a cat. "Don't worry, it's a great idea you just can't see it yet." For all the insults Odell has thrown at him, weird is most mundane he's heard and Cytis is grinning despite himself. Odell might think that now, but he'll change his mind eventually. Cytis has forever and Odell has a good century left in him, reassuring chances if he does say so himself. For now though he ignores his familiar's protests and braces himself against a gust of wind. His sleeves flap behind him, and it's a bit biting against his face but the elements aren't an unfamiliar adversary. He continues soaring nonetheless, watching the scenery pass under them. "You're my familiar Odell, of course I want to show you off!" The witch's obsession with normalcy had been part of his charm; Cytis is anything but normal, and he never wants to be. So binding such a person to him had seemed like the a thrilling prospect. In the face of Odell's frown, the god grins. "You finally wiped that blank slate off your face! Just for that I'll make sure my welcome speech is extra impressive. 'This is Odell Wilmont, of the Wilmont family, who has pledged his life to the servitude of the great God of Light, Cytis!'" The god pauses and hovers, tilts his head. "How does that sound?"It's really too bad; Odell gave up any hope of normalcy the moment he accepted being Cytis's familiar.
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