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goddesses and disciples . calla . blitz Aug 6, 2020 1:27:31 GMT -5

Post by cass on Aug 6, 2020 1:27:31 GMT -5

o c t a v i a .

Tobias Strauss, fourteen-years-old and annoying.

Granted, he was, thankfully, less annoying then Isabelle. Octavia really hated that little demon child, she was loud, aggressive, and just so angry. She lived in a world where people died all the time, she just needed to grow up. Honestly, it wasn’t that difficult. She’d worked through her own issues at the age and become a better person for it (debatable). Victor was enjoying his little toy, though, fuelling her rage in the most chaotic ways possible. She’d heard the rumour of a dead bird finding its way onto Fiona’s pillow.

That had made her smile. She didn’t like Fiona. Well, she didn’t like any of them except for Beau. Still, she even found him tedious, wearing her patience thin, it was a wonder she hadn’t just tried to kill all of the kids at this point. Ripred she hated kids. Sometimes she wondered if all of this was a good idea, it wouldn’t be too hard to just kill them all, slip some poison into their meals, and just be done with it.

But, the Strauss name had to continue, it needed glory and honour and where she had failed these kids would do better. She’d make them do better.

The hallways had been quiet so far, but as Octavia turned around the next corner she halted, frowning immediately. Tobias was in front of her, back turned as he squatted down in the middle of the hall, leaving no room for Octavia to pass by.

“Move,” she ordered, walking up behind him, using her foot to shove him out of the way. “Where are your manners? Doing fuck knows what in the middle of the hall?” She growled, strutting past him, before turning to look at him with cold eyes.

“Stand up and follow me.” She’d have to teach him some manners, it seemed. She refused to have a repeat of Meredith's blatant disobedience.

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goddesses and disciples . calla . blitz Aug 13, 2020 0:18:09 GMT -5

Post by tick 12a / calla on Aug 13, 2020 0:18:09 GMT -5

T O B I A S !

It's early on a Saturday, best day of the week y'know, and I've managed to nab the nicest knife in the whole damn house. It's from the gym, balanced all nice and super sharp and everything. I usually try to grab it every training session but sometimes Elijah will beat me to it and after he almost broke my arm once I know better than to try and take it from him again.

I ain't that stupid!

So I snuck down early and yoinked it, grabbed the scissors from the kitchen and kept on walking until I got bored. I ended up in one of the hallways, I dunno which one, they all look the same, and hunkered down smack dab in the middle of it with my prize. I'm halfway through carving my name into the wooden hilt when there's a foot in my side and I'm yelping, falling to the side and getting ready to jump back up with all my pointy objects because it's probably Elijah. But then I hear "Move" and uhhh, that's not Elijah.

I squint up at Octavia and wonder whether it's worth it to mess with her this early in the morning. 'Up your ass,' I think I'd say if it wasn't the best day of the week, or maybe I'd just ignore her because that's what Finn does and he won last year, so I guess he's gotta know something.

See, Octavia's not as badass as Victor, but she's not as boring as Killian either. She's certainly not as cool as Cricket. Besides, ever since Callum died I don't get pushed around anymore, I've got a brand new knife with half my name carved into it to make sure of that!

But today's my day, and this is my spot, and so I huff and bring the scissors back to the hilt of the knife. "M'busy right now, Mom." And that's just 'cause I know she'll hate it. I'm only on the second line of the I and so I go back to working on it, focused as hell because shaky lines are shitty lines. "Go ask Beau."

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goddesses and disciples . calla . blitz Aug 15, 2020 18:23:27 GMT -5

Post by cass on Aug 15, 2020 18:23:27 GMT -5

o c t a v i a .

Octavia hated children.

They were ugly, vile little things that had no manners or respect. Ripred, she wanted to just be done with this. It was exhausting having to interact with such dumb creatures that couldn’t think of anything smarter than a few cheeky words. Maybe she should just cut out all of their tongues? That’d save her a few hundred problems and the peace.

She was pretty much drooling at the thought of how silent the house would be. No one could talk back if they didn’t have a tongue. She made a mental note of the idea, promising herself she’d bring it up with Victor and Killian in their next meeting. Octavia was a persuasive lady, there was no doubt she could convince her two siblings to let her cut out the kid’s tongues.

Her patience was beyond the ‘wearing thin’ point, it was gone, eviscerated, tossed into the ocean with the part of her that spoke of empathy or compassion. Useless, she called those parts. You didn’t need them, they helped no one, only hindered.

Tobias knew that Octavia hated the word mum, even just thinking about it made her want to gag. It was an insult to her power and strength, the word belittled her. She was a queen, an empress, a goddess, not some loathsome parasite incubator.

She was already done with this day, this year, this century and it was nine in the morning. Her jaw clenched, fingernails digging into her palms as she stormed back over to the creature. Bending down she reached forwards, tearing the knife he was playing with from his grasp.

Octavia eyed the blade, fingers dancing over the edge. She should bin it, snap it, break it, or perhaps all three, right in front of his face. A devilish grin crossed her lips as she smirked at Tobias, twirling the blade in her hand. The blade was thin, perfect for cutting out a tongue.

“If you want this back you will follow me.”

With that, she spun, strutting off towards the door leading to the backyard.

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goddesses and disciples . calla . blitz Aug 17, 2020 22:47:14 GMT -5

Post by tick 12a / calla on Aug 17, 2020 22:47:14 GMT -5

T O B I A S !

I'm just finishing up the I on the hilt when I blink and the whole thing disappears. I kinda just look at my empty hands for a second, turn the scissors over and check under them because, I dunno, sometimes life is weird like that. But then I look up at Octavia and see it sitting in her hands.

"HEY!" And I shoot back up to my feet, clench my fists until they start to lose some feeling, "That's mine, give it back!"

Except she just looks at me, and I wonder if I could jab my scissors into her forearm fast enough to grab the knife and make a run for it. I'm pretty speedy, you know. I could probably do it. And if I can make it to Victor in time, Octavia'll probably leave me alone, or at least it'll buy me some time for her to cool down.

I glare at the back of her head when she walks away and feel the scissors bite into my palm a little.

I could just ignore it, cut my losses for the day, but that's the best knife in this whole place, that's my knife. Don't really know how long I stand there for, but before I know it I'm stomping down the hall, slamming the backdoor closed behind me and holding my hand out in front of Octavia, opening and closing it and eyeing her expectantly, "'Kay I'm here, now hand it over."

But shit man, it's bright and it's hot and I just want my knife back so I can finish putting my name on it before Elijah crawls out of wherever it is he's hiding. I narrow my eyes when she doesn't give it back right away, and no it's not because the sun in my eyes, I've just been practicing being intimidating, that's all. "Y'know it's not nice to take things that aren't yours, Miss Strauss."

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