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Octavia Cotton

  1. Octavia
  2. Octavia the Very Panicked
  3. Stitch-girl
  4. Stitch-girlOctavia the Very Panicked
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1.26 R
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Chapter Text
1.26 R “Potion’s working. Dead gods, that’s nasty. I bet Octavia made it. It tastes cheap and foul as hell.”
2.08 “Octavia? Um, are you in?”
2.08 Garia clears her throat as Octavia comes out from behind her counter to greet me. The [Alchemist] certainly doesn’t look like the person I imagined her to be.
2.08 “Hello, Octavia. This is Ryoka Griffin. She’s a friend, a City Runner like me. She needs an [Alchemist], and I thought…”
2.08 “Ryoka Griffin? I’m Octavia. It’s great to meet you; I can see we’re going to be very useful to one another!”
2.08 She takes my hand and gives me a solid handshake. I blink. This Octavia is all-go from the start, which I don’t necessarily hate. Fine, time to do the same.
2.08 Octavia flicks her fingers impatiently.
2.08 I’m not sure I want to, but Octavia is staring at me. I shoot a look at Garia and she looks uncertain.
2.08 But hell, I’m pretty sure this Octavia’s not going to poison me, so I take a sip. The potion tastes—
2.08 Holy crap. I feel like I could run another forty miles with this stuff! Octavia grins and takes the bottle from me.
2.08 And useful! That’s a potion I’d buy, and Octavia seems determined to make the sale right here and now.
2.08 Octavia glances at me as she scribbles on the piece of paper. I try not to smile. She’s pushy. Garia looks like she’s swallowed her tongue as she glances at me. Did she get suckered into buying a bunch of pricy potions? Of course she did.
2.08 Octavia blinks, but I don’t. The best way to deal with someone like this is to shut them down hard. She turns to me, holding out the paper with figures scribbled down on it.
2.08 Octavia pushes the paper in my face and I lose my patience. I push her arm up. Not too hard, but enough to make her realize I can keep going until she dislocates something. She blinks—
2.08 It just…unravels. The black stitches I saw along her armpit come loose, and her arm drops from Octavia’s body onto the ground. I’m stunned for a second, but Octavia moves faster.