odin/kaden b+c supports WIP

[C-Support]
Odin: Gods, where could it have gone?  I-i could have sworn I left it around here somewhere....
Kaden: Heya, mage guy!  Odin, right?
Odin: Huh?  Oh.  Greetings.  ...Fox...fellow.
Kaden: Kaden.
Odin: Kaden, right.  My apologies.
Odin: ...
Kaden: Hey, something up?  You seem kinda frazzled.
Odin: You wouldn't happen to have seen a tome around here, would you've?
Kaden: A tome?  Like a book?
Odin: Right!  It had a cover the color of the dusk sky, gilded with intricate runes.
Kaden: W-wait, a kinda dark blue book?  Gold and silver symbols on the spine?
Odin: Yes!  Yes, that's the sacred text I seek!  Did you see it?  Do you know where it is?
Kaden: I...  Ah, geez.
Odin: ...I do NOT like the sound of that one bit.
Kaden: Shoot.  I...  Okay, see, I DID see it lying around.  But it was pretty battered and gross-looking, and when I opened it up, I couldn't read a single letter.  I mean, I'm a pretty sharp guy, but I didn't recognize anything.  I thought it was gibberish, so I....
Odin: Kaden.  What.  Did.  You.  DO.
Kaden: I, uh.  Might have thrown it out?
Odin: You WHAT?!
Kaden: Shoot, Odin, I'm really sorry!  I-i had no idea it was important!
Odin: It...
Odin: *sigh*
Odin: Well.  I guess that solves the mystery of where it's wandered off to.
Kaden: What was it, exactly?
Odin: It was...a grimoire of sorts.  Of my own creation.
Kaden: Wha--wait, I threw out something you wrote?
Odin: It's fine.
Kaden: But if you wrote it, that means it's the only copy, right?
Odin: I said it's fine.  It's...a loss, but one I will recover from.  Eventually.
Kaden: Odin--
Odin: I guess I'll be going, then.  To...quell the growing darkness that's tearing at my heart.  Good day, Kaden.
(Odin leaves)
Kaden: Geez, Kaden, you really goofed it up good this time.

[B Support]
Kaden: Odin!  Hey!  Hey, hey, Odin!
Odin: Hm?  Oh.  Kaden.  How fare you, my silken-furred comrad-in-arms?
Odin: Hey, what all have you got there?
Kaden: Okay, so.  I felt just terrible about throwing out your book--still do, really.  So I decided that I'm gonna make it up to you by helping you rewrite the whole thing!
Odin: Wait a second, that's not really necessa--
Kaden: It's no problem!  I'm totally happy to help.  Look, see?  I got aaaaaall kinds of stuff!  A couple of bottles of ink, some cool pens--look, this one's even made out a feather!  It's kinda weird, but that's something you Nohrians use, right?
Odin: E-er, they--WE do, yes.
Kaden: And hey, I even found a book that's got a cover sorta like the one you had!  I mean, it's a dark green instead of a dark blue, but those pretty markings are close, right?
Odin: Kaden, really, it's not-- ...That tome IS a gorgeous shade of emerald.
Kaden: See?  I thought you'd like it!  So.  Let's get down to business.  What kinda book were you writing?
Odin: It was...a book of tales.  Legends.
Kaden: Legends?  Oh, what, like a story book?
Odin: I...SUPPOSE you could call it that, yes.
Kaden: Huh.  That actually sounds pretty cool!  I never really took you as that kinda guy, but I guess you DO have a way with words.  So, Mr. Author, what kinda story were you writing?
Odin: Hm.  How do I put this.
Odin: It's...a tale about a group of young warriors from a war-ravaged land.  All of them orphans, many from a tender young age, forced to grow up far too quick whilst shouldering the weight of the world's expectations and dreams.  The last dying embers of their homeland's hopes.
Odin: But as fate would have it, these heroes are given a second chance to save their homeland and prevent the terrible future that befell their land.  They travel to the past, to a history before darkness engulfed the world.  And so, they must fight alongside the parents that left them all too soon in their world to prevent the impending calamity.
Kaden: Hoo, boy.  That's...that's kinda grim, Odin.
Odin: That's fair.  But I prefer to think of it as bittersweet.
Kaden: Does it at least have a happy ending?
Odin: Truthfully, I...I don't really know.
Kaden: Huh?  How do you not know?  It's your story, right?
Odin: I haven't penned it yet.  These types of legends take time to really come together.  The thoughts have to steep in one's mind to reach their full potential.
Odin: Besides, a half-hearted conclusion wouldn't suit this tale.  It would feel like an injustice to the...the characters.
Kaden: Huh.  Feels like you've spent a really long time putting this whole thing together.
Odin: I suppose it has been.  Years, really.
Kaden: Y-years?  I...
Kaden: I'm really, really sorry, Odin.  I didn't mean to throw out all your hard work.  I-i had no idea it was your super-special story.  I thought it was just a book of scribbles or something.
Odin: Scribbles?
Kaden: Yeah, I couldn't read a lick of anything in there--it wasn't Hoshidan OR Nohrian.  And the ink was all smudged in places, and there were rips and tears and dogears on some of the pages, too.
Odin: It was a...well-loved tome.
Kaden: Wait, you're a mage, right?  Was it written in some kind of ancient language or something?  Something super secret or hard to read like that?
Odin: E-er.  I suppose...you could say that.
Odin: It was a type of script I learned as a child.  My mother taught it to me.  It felt...appropriate to use it for such a tale.
Kaden: I guess that's why I didn't recognize the writing!  That'd make sense.
Kaden: I bet your mom would be really happy to know that you're writing a whole epic with that cool language she taught you, though!  Even if it might be hard for other people to read....
Odin: ...Hm.  Tell me, Kaden, how skilled are you at penmanship?
Kaden: Huh?
Odin: I admit, my grasp on the Hoshidan language is...a bit lackluster, especially in terms of writing.  And I'd like to prevent something like this happening again.
Odin: So if you're interested in helping me rewrite my tale, perhaps we could work together.  I could write it in Nohrian, and you could translate it into Hoshidan?  That way, instead of there just being one lone copy--
Kaden: There'd be two!  Odin, that's a great idea!
Odin: From misfortune arises new wisdom and rekindled spirit, Kaden, like a flower that refuses to be crushed during the harsh winter.
Kaden: I...don't really get what that means, but I like it anyway!  So, let's go back to the market real quick and pick up a second tome!  I'm thinking making a nice red?  Red's a pretty heroic color, right?
Odin: Red will do nicely, I think.  Now, off we go!