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[center][h1]ODIN DARK[/h1]
Kanda Myojin Shrine[/center]
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When Odin awoke, he was distinctly aware that he was [i]not[/i] in fact in his comfortable new bed within Castle Krakenburg. Instead, all he felt was the hard of the stone beneath him, and the warmth of the sun on his face. This alone told him two things. That he was outside, and that he almost [i]definitely[/i] wasn't in Nohr anymore.

Slowly, he blinked his eyes open, only to notice some very familiar architecture. Why would he be in Hoshido though? [i]How[/i] could he be in Hoshido? The last thing he remembered was running around Windmire with Arthur, helping out the citizens with their ridiculously heroic deeds. Of course, their noble deeds got them plenty of offers for free drinks, but they'd both turned them down, knowing they should be in top shape in case either Lord Leo or Lady Elise needed them. Was it perhaps possible that at some point, their resolve had weakened and they'd taken up their offers?

No... No, he was wrong... All it took was one look at the people around him that they weren't Hoshidans. The people of the newly allied nation all had a very distinct way of dressing, and while yes, a few of the people in the crowd were dressed that way, the vast majority seemed to be dressed [i]very[/i] differently. It seemed pretty unusual to him, honestly, but seeing as just about everyone was dressed like that, it seemed that he in his grandmaster's cloak was the clear outlier in this situation.

And then he shot up, only noticing from the way so many of the people jumped back that they'd all been crowding around him. Oh no, they must've been worried about him after seeing him lying on the floor! Looks like it was time to show everyone he was ok...

"Worry not, fair citizens!" He shouted, shifting into a [i]really[/i] cool pose. "I, the legendary ODIN DARK, would not succumb to the mere elements so easily!"

Upon seeing that the, as one member of the crowd so eloquently put it, "Crazy gaijin cosplayer" seemed to be fine, most of the crowd dispersed. Odin used this opportunity to look around for a bit, noticing that as he'd suspected, this was some kind of shrine. It certainly [i]looked[/i] Hoshidan, that was for sure. Maybe this was a smaller nation close enough to the country that it's culture was still affected by it, like Izumo and Kohga had been.

Deciding that following this lead was probably his best chance, even though it could very well be incorrect, he began to look around for someone he could ask directions from. As luck would have it, there were still a couple of people standing around him curiously, and Odin decided that out of all of them, the one that was clapping and chuckling seemed like the best bet to talk to.

"Man, I've gotta say, that's actually pretty impressive!" The young man said, looking over his cloak. "I don't usually go for cosplay, but your cloak is really well done, and you've even gotten the voice and stuff down too!"

"Why thank you!" Odin shouted, not letting out that he had no idea what cosplay meant. "As a great warrior, it is important to always give off an inspiring aura. However, I'm afraid that at this moment, I find myself slightly lost... Would you know the way to Nohr, by any chance?"

"Well, I don't know about Nohr, but you can get back to Akihabara that way." The guy said, pointing back over his shoulder. "I just came from there. I actually saw a few other cosplayers there too, including a fire emblem one. Is she your friend?"

"My friend?" Odin asked, lost in thought for a second. He'd thought he was far from home, but maybe, just maybe, he was closer to even Hoshido than he'd realized somehow. The man [i]had[/i] mentioned the Fire Emblem, after all, and he knew that Lady Corrin's sword, the Omega Yato, seemed to be some alternate form of said artifact. Maybe that meant she was in the area? He didn't hold out hopes that it was [i]his[/i] worlds Fire Emblem though. Getting back wouldn't be so easily achieved...

He looked back to the man and nodded, a wide grin on his face.

"Well, maybe!" He said. "I had thought I was far from home, but if I can find my companions so close, then there is nothing to fear! Thank you friend!"

And then he was off, rushing towards this so called 'Akihabara'.
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[center]Akihabara[/center]
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This wasn't Hoshido. This wasn't even [i]close[/i]. Yes, the buildings towered over him, just like those of the countries capital, but they looked completely different to the unique construction the kingdom was famous for, the kind he saw at the shrine. and they [i]glowed![/i] Each and every sign glowed with an internal light that left Odin in awe.

This awe was heavily mixed with excitement, however, as he found himself seeing people in all kinds of uniforms. This led him to assume that, rather than being a country in the normal world, this was some kind deeprealm meeting place like that museum with the fighting tournament they joined every few days, with people from all kinds of worlds converging on one location. 

Still, something seemed a little off about the whole situation. Despite being surrounded by more colourful characters than he could even count, he was noticing more and more that the vast majority seemed to lack... [i]something[/i]. He wasn't really sure what, but it was almost like none of them had any power inside them somehow. He hoped that when he found Lady Corrin, the pair of them would be able to come up with some ideas about just what was going on.

And it was as he scanned the area for his friends that Odin saw something that froze him in place. The buildings, the bustling of the streets, the world itself. Everything vanished as he saw that familiar cloak, practically identical to his own, and the stark white hair that had burned itself into his memories.

"Fa...ther?.."

He took a step forward. Then two. And then he was running. [i]Sprinting[/i]. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he noticed something was just a little off, but before he could even [i]begin[/i] to think about that, he had all but tackled the familiar figure.

"FATHER!!!" Owain shouted, ecstatic despite his excessively ugly crying. "I can't believe it! I'd always hoped, but-! You-! FAAAAATHEEERRR!!!"

However, even as he continued his outburst, he noticed something was... off...

For the sake of modesty, he decided to focus most of his brain power on the fact that he could feel hair under his hands, despite them being wrapped around the figures shoulders.

Slowly, dread filled him as he stepped back, staring at the [i]woman[/i] he'd just basically tackled. However, before he could be overtaken by the mortification that would normally set in after that kind of interaction with a stranger, he was able to note that there really [i]were[/i] a lot of similarities to the man who had raised him, and later led him to victory after victory. Too many for it to be a coincidence.

"No... You... You [i]are[/i] him, aren't you?" Owain asked. "In some way, you aren't, but you still [i]are[/i] Robin..."

And then he let out a loud gasp, his hands flying to his cheeks in excitement.

"Are you his reincarnation?!" He shouted. "Could my father, the legendary tactician of Exalt Chrom himself, have achieved so much that the gods themselves saw fit to have you defend the world until the ends of time itself?!"

At this point, despite most of the world having come back, he still managed to barely notice the other characters around Robin, caught up as he was in his own speculations.

"Is it based on our lineage?!" He continued, hyping himself up more and more. "Are you somehow my descendant? Or are you completely unrelated to the Ylissean royal line? By Naga, I hope it's our bloodline! That would be so cool!"