#replies: nina and odessa

[secrettyrant]

closed starter, asphodel nina and odessa @rviner

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The thought of being a mentor can easily bring a cackle out from Nina. There's nothing nurturing or guiding about herself which she has long accepted, just two of the ways she reminds herself of her own mother. Instructing, however, she can do. And does. Even if she begrudges Felix's fall from grace that has now landed her time at the institute. But, this little file plopped on her lap is certainly interesting. An Odessa Kashirsky with an apparent limited knowledge in magic entirely. Curious. And then a little note: listens better to women. Well, already Nina can relate. She gives a slight smile as she sets down the papers, glancing to Odessa opposite her desk. "I see you had a few sessions with Quinlan before this. He's an acquired taste, I don't blame you for wanting someone else." Nina begins with a flippant air. "And for some reason they then thought my brother Oskar would be better." she snickers then arching a brow. "Apologies for that. Surprised you haven't slit your wrists. Anyway, Kashirsky is Russian, hm? Try and hide that from Felix if you meet him, he won't leave you alone."

[chiaku]

nikisaur replied to your post “fave characters game”

*bursts in a month late* NO SUIKODEN?!?!?

at first I was going to be like “Niki, there’s no way I can cram all my favorite Suikoden characters into this post and I’d feel bad to name just o n e” but you know what, you’re right. You’re absolutely right and I should be ashamed and for that reason you’re getting that game again with ONLY Suikoden characters

because clearly there IS no way to pick just one when you have like ... 500 to choose from, so here we go--

1. YUBER

2. Albert Silverberg

3. Flik

4. Shu

5. Nina

6. Zerase

7. Kyle

8. Viktor

9. Odessa

10. Gremio ;;

fun fact, i once had a birb named Gremio, my mom named him because he was green and yellow and I loved him. AND WHILE I COULD KEEP GOING, I HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR IT AND THAT I’VE REDEEMED MY SUIKODEN HONOR <3

[secrettyrant]

Instantaneously, Nina is struck by the curiosity that is Odessa Kashirsky. An immediate grin remains over the Ranström's lips as she fights a laugh at the comment about Felix. "Yes, just Moscow. In luxury resorts, mind you. Although, I'm sure he has a few stories that might rival teeth fishing." Nina's nod is also without hesitation, agreeing to the statement with sheer intrigue in her expression. "I don't doubt that for even a second, Odessa." she remarks, her tone uncharacteristically warm yet still within the confines of her very curt nature. "Where have you been hiding." Nina adds, her voice lifting with sheer amazement as if she's stumbled across a lost jewel or an almost extinct exotic animal has found it's way into her path.

Which is why she listens closely as Odessa begins to explain her knowledge, Nina sweeping up the file so she can compare notes. Clearly, there's been a slight miscommunication and she isn't as new to this as her file makes it seem. Although, there's still a long way to go. "So, practical magic. Tips and tricks, hm?" Nina remarks, the grin not quite fading from her lips even as her gaze flicks to the ring Odessa shows her. "No matter the size of the stone, it matters more about the energy within it." she tells her simply before a shoulder lifts in a shrug. "I take it, if you own that," Nina nods to the ring. "You know how to cleanse it and set intentions, yes?" she asks curiously, deciding then that it is the one word to describe Odessa best. A curious little witch. "We're not quite there yet, but I don't doubt we will be doing that shortly. Do me a favor and set a basic warding spell in this room for me, let me see your technique."

Odessa returns the smile that she catches over Nina's expression, a slight relief that the atmosphere to the room is something she finds more relaxing. There's no mark of a man anywhere near them, for that matter. A sensation that already eases Odessa's shoulders as she shifts more comfortably in the seat. "He is fine. And love Russia more than me..." she laughs about Felix, shrugging. "I know he only visit Moscow, hm? No story of lady catching fish with teeth." she chuckles to herself, an airy sigh leaving her next as if she's amused by a story she won't recount. Possibly ever. "You and Felix..." Odessa nods to show her appreciation for their ways. "We will get along." Oskar not included, for reasons she doesn't need to mention. He didn't stand a chance, anyways. Odessa deciding from the moment she saw the older witch that...she just didn't like the energy.

When it comes to the topic of her magic, however, Odessa's smile wanes. There's a sense of vulnerability whenever she speaks about her powers, or lack of them. A possibility of exposing a life she left behind, and then a life she couldn't leave no matter how hard she tried. "I know basic, but the men did not listen when I say this. I know how to ward. I know how to..." she waves a hand to the floor. "To sense when someone comes. And..." the same hand lifts, twirling through the air. "To listen and make myself quiet." she adds, and still isn't quite finished. "I know magic to make crop grow faster, and to freeze meat. And make myself warm." she realizes as she speaks, her certain knowledge of magic are all for particular situations. Some of her childhood. Some not quite as nostalgic. Odessa gently pries a ring from her finger, lifting it. "Here. I do not like black so it is small." she mentions about the little obsidian stone sitting within gold, slipping the ring back over her finger. "I want to learn how to send it back to sender. Like you say. Now, if we can do that."

[secrettyrant]

Nina's gaze follows Odessa's gesture, everything implied that doesn't need to be said, causing a small grin over her lips. She has already done the calculations in her life. It takes Nina two minutes upon meeting somebody to decide if she can tolerate them for any minutes more. However, Odessa is a refreshing anomaly as the quick wit makes...Nina checks her watch, one minute and twenty seconds to already have her conclusion. "Quick and to the point. My style, too." she muses at the dark humor, her grin remaining which turns into a chuckle at Odessa's entanglement with Felix. "Oh, well. My apologies for that too. But yes, that's us. We're not often here, but I have a feeling I'll quite enjoy my time now." she offers a genuine smile with her statement, resting elbows to her desk so she can lean closer.

"I've never met a witch before that has limited knowledge or experience at your age. It says here, beyond the basics, you're essentially a novice." she glances to the paperwork and back to Odessa, a curious expression over her features. "It makes me wonder how you can be sure that you're calling is with black magic, I'll be honest." Nina adds, moving to her feet in the next second. "Are you wearing any obsidian?" she asks, studying the witch closer for any hint of the shining black. "Let's start with a basic warding spell, hm? Just so I can see where we're starting from. If successful, you'll be able to feel a slight dispel of any negative energy. It's my favorite, really. When you progress you can then ensure any bad intentions are sent back to the sender instead." a must have in business, too.

Odessa's belief in the silent dialogue shared among women is unwavering. Subtle expressions and unspoken cues, a language all their own. Men, she finds, often lack the finesse to grasp these nuances, preferring the bluntness of words over the poetry of silence. Quinlan and Oskar, with their authoritative atmospherics failed to earn her trust. Leaving Odessa convinced that they got off on the sense of their own importance, and quickly making her decide that they would be of no importance to her.

But Beckett is different. A faint whisper echoes in her thoughts, almost tangible, but Odessa blinks it away so she can meet Nina's gaze with a slight smile. "They are fine but..." her hand waves dismissively as she replies with a nonchalant shrug about her previous instructors. Catching the dry humor in Nina's words, Odessa accepts it with a chuckle. "If I do that, it will be with rope. No mess." she mutters before her head tilts to the mention of Felix. "We already meet. Now I read Dostoevsky like school." but now she has met all three of the Ranström witches, and Odessa's mind conjures fleeting images of their dynamic. A sense of order that borders on rigid. "Felix is your brother too, hm? Ranström?" Odessa gestures with a nod to the door.

[rviner]

Odessa's belief in the silent dialogue shared among women is unwavering. Subtle expressions and unspoken cues, a language all their own. Men, she finds, often lack the finesse to grasp these nuances, preferring the bluntness of words over the poetry of silence. Quinlan and Oskar, with their authoritative atmospherics failed to earn her trust. Leaving Odessa convinced that they got off on the sense of their own importance, and quickly making her decide that they would be of no importance to her.

But Beckett is different. A faint whisper echoes in her thoughts, almost tangible, but Odessa blinks it away so she can meet Nina's gaze with a slight smile. "They are fine but..." her hand waves dismissively as she replies with a nonchalant shrug about her previous instructors. Catching the dry humor in Nina's words, Odessa accepts it with a chuckle. "If I do that, it will be with rope. No mess." she mutters before her head tilts to the mention of Felix. "We already meet. Now I read Dostoevsky like school." but now she has met all three of the Ranström witches, and Odessa's mind conjures fleeting images of their dynamic. A sense of order that borders on rigid. "Felix is your brother too, hm? Ranström?" Odessa gestures with a nod to the door.

closed starter, asphodel nina and odessa @rviner

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The thought of being a mentor can easily bring a cackle out from Nina. There's nothing nurturing or guiding about herself which she has long accepted, just two of the ways she reminds herself of her own mother. Instructing, however, she can do. And does. Even if she begrudges Felix's fall from grace that has now landed her time at the institute. But, this little file plopped on her lap is certainly interesting. An Odessa Kashirsky with an apparent limited knowledge in magic entirely. Curious. And then a little note: listens better to women. Well, already Nina can relate. She gives a slight smile as she sets down the papers, glancing to Odessa opposite her desk. "I see you had a few sessions with Quinlan before this. He's an acquired taste, I don't blame you for wanting someone else." Nina begins with a flippant air. "And for some reason they then thought my brother Oskar would be better." she snickers then arching a brow. "Apologies for that. Surprised you haven't slit your wrists. Anyway, Kashirsky is Russian, hm? Try and hide that from Felix if you meet him, he won't leave you alone."