Osozo
"Did she? But it's so... simple." Osozo's head tilted back and forth, a slow rippled of colour spreading through their hair as they thought. "Maybe it's elegant that way. Proper, sharp, and understated. Hmm..." They seemed to almost be talking to themselves, eyes growing distant, though they snapped back to Sam's face as realization struck him, grin so wide it seemed to nearly split their face in two. "She did not tell me why or why not, but know I am the first like me. Not the last," Osozo held no illusions about what they were, prototype, experiment, whatever. There was a certain amount of pride in being the first one.
"Parents? Of course, of course. Do you not mind it because it has been attached to you so long?" A fair question, in the demi-gods mind. Even they weren't set on their name, though perhaps comfort would come in time. Or change. "She offered me a name, but I wanted to create it myself. Does it not sound good? O-sssssso-zzzzzzo" The name is stretched into a buzz, the crackle of static and the hiss of tinnitus, somehow verbalized.
"Parents? Of course, of course. Do you not mind it because it has been attached to you so long?" A fair question, in the demi-gods mind. Even they weren't set on their name, though perhaps comfort would come in time. Or change. "She offered me a name, but I wanted to create it myself. Does it not sound good? O-sssssso-zzzzzzo" The name is stretched into a buzz, the crackle of static and the hiss of tinnitus, somehow verbalized.
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