Dare I continue to delve into the minds of these wondrous beings? Well, I will, though I may mess up entirely...
Remember, I don't own these ladies, gentlemen, and monsters, none of all, but don't truly care to try changing that as I would be mowed down in the crowd.
~~Odin~~
The humans have not quite come to terms with the concept of having to earn power. They use us as tools, and most do not acknowledge that we have minds of our own. Fitting turn, that. We hold them in a measure of contempt, and they do the same for us.
~~--~~
Slumbering at the highest point of the ruins in Centra, Odin waited. He knew that his very existence would bring humans that would try to gain his power at some point. He intended for them to earn it. If they managed to reach him, if they managed to defeat him, they would have not only proven themselves, but they would have also shown, to him at least, that they were worthy of aiding. Until that time, Odin slept. And hid.
~~--~~
~~Siren~~
Somehow, Odin manages to hold the humans in both the least and the most contempt. Don't ask me how he does it, but he does. Somewhere between his realization that they consider us little better than pets, and the knowledge that we treat them much the same, he has come to an understanding within himself. No other Guardian has reached that point. Except perhaps, Gilgamesh.
~~--~~
An echoing footstep woke Odin to the faces of three children. The first humans he had seen in many years were not terribly impressive to look at, and Odin decided to take pity on the children, and never attacked them. Shortly, he realized he had underestimated the youth written on their faces. He knew then that he should have looked into their eyes, rather than at their forms. Odin acknowledged their power, but refused to be bound so closely to any one mind.
~~--~~
~~Gilgamesh~~
I have waited many generations of the human's life spans to reclaim my swords. Each has it's own gift, and through time, I have collected three from the ones who took them and ran. The fourth still eludes me, and Odin yet holds it. He hid in the depths of a ruin I could not find. After he left it, I knew I could regain it soon. I only had to wait.
~~--~~
Odin knew that the children fighting had only confused thoughts toward him. He knew that they appreciated the help he gave, but were infuriated by his timing, and his refusal to remain within one mind. The leader repeatedly glared at him for his intervention, usually when they least needed it, and Odin heard them scream for his aid at times when he did not wish to help. As cruel a plan as it was, it was Odin's plan to make up for his underestimation of those children upon meeting them, that he would come at the worst times possible, and stayed far away when they needed him most.
The other Guardians had by this time, come to care for this particular group of humans, and Odin knew that he would soon face their wrath as well. It mattered little to him, as he knew that to remain in one place was asking more trouble than even the humans could withstand. Odin was both hunter and prey. There would be a time when past deeds would be repaid.
Odin supposed that the summation of it in human terms was apt. He certainly considered himself an embodiment of the humans' Murphy's Law.
~~--~~
~~Odin~~
Is it difficult to kill a Guardian? Is it easy? How deeply does one look to find death? How shallow a death would one see? I have asked myself if the blade I wield and its true bearer would see to it that I had died, or if another would be the cause of my death, and can only come to the conclusion that death, or life, of my own, can only be in my own hands. However that may be.
~~--~~
I got back to playing the game recently so, I can detail a few of the summons more accurately. I also know whom I actually matched up with whom at the end of the game, and I guess I didn't have Irvine at the end after all...
Remember, I don't own these ladies, gentlemen, and monsters, none of all, but don't truly care to try changing that as I would be mowed down in the crowd.
~~Odin~~
The humans have not quite come to terms with the concept of having to earn power. They use us as tools, and most do not acknowledge that we have minds of our own. Fitting turn, that. We hold them in a measure of contempt, and they do the same for us.
~~--~~
Slumbering at the highest point of the ruins in Centra, Odin waited. He knew that his very existence would bring humans that would try to gain his power at some point. He intended for them to earn it. If they managed to reach him, if they managed to defeat him, they would have not only proven themselves, but they would have also shown, to him at least, that they were worthy of aiding. Until that time, Odin slept. And hid.
~~--~~
~~Siren~~
Somehow, Odin manages to hold the humans in both the least and the most contempt. Don't ask me how he does it, but he does. Somewhere between his realization that they consider us little better than pets, and the knowledge that we treat them much the same, he has come to an understanding within himself. No other Guardian has reached that point. Except perhaps, Gilgamesh.
~~--~~
An echoing footstep woke Odin to the faces of three children. The first humans he had seen in many years were not terribly impressive to look at, and Odin decided to take pity on the children, and never attacked them. Shortly, he realized he had underestimated the youth written on their faces. He knew then that he should have looked into their eyes, rather than at their forms. Odin acknowledged their power, but refused to be bound so closely to any one mind.
~~--~~
~~Gilgamesh~~
I have waited many generations of the human's life spans to reclaim my swords. Each has it's own gift, and through time, I have collected three from the ones who took them and ran. The fourth still eludes me, and Odin yet holds it. He hid in the depths of a ruin I could not find. After he left it, I knew I could regain it soon. I only had to wait.
~~--~~
Odin knew that the children fighting had only confused thoughts toward him. He knew that they appreciated the help he gave, but were infuriated by his timing, and his refusal to remain within one mind. The leader repeatedly glared at him for his intervention, usually when they least needed it, and Odin heard them scream for his aid at times when he did not wish to help. As cruel a plan as it was, it was Odin's plan to make up for his underestimation of those children upon meeting them, that he would come at the worst times possible, and stayed far away when they needed him most.
The other Guardians had by this time, come to care for this particular group of humans, and Odin knew that he would soon face their wrath as well. It mattered little to him, as he knew that to remain in one place was asking more trouble than even the humans could withstand. Odin was both hunter and prey. There would be a time when past deeds would be repaid.
Odin supposed that the summation of it in human terms was apt. He certainly considered himself an embodiment of the humans' Murphy's Law.
~~--~~
~~Odin~~
Is it difficult to kill a Guardian? Is it easy? How deeply does one look to find death? How shallow a death would one see? I have asked myself if the blade I wield and its true bearer would see to it that I had died, or if another would be the cause of my death, and can only come to the conclusion that death, or life, of my own, can only be in my own hands. However that may be.
~~--~~
I got back to playing the game recently so, I can detail a few of the summons more accurately. I also know whom I actually matched up with whom at the end of the game, and I guess I didn't have Irvine at the end after all...