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Post by Persephone on Sept 17, 2010 21:24:08 GMT -7
As she studied Noah, Persephone decided that there seemed to be a slight change in him. It was something that she would have noticed sooner, had it not been for the fact that she was just so pleased that he had offered up 'anything' in return for Lewis getting turned back into a boy. The Gods were notorious for toying with the lives of mortals and deals such as this one was making that instinct come to the fore. As it was, Persephone still had that perky smile on her face showing her teeth like a shark that had sensed blood in the water. Shopping with Noah was already going to be an interesting experience but now that she had sense something different in him, it was going to be downright eventful. Perhaps it might even be the thing that Persephone needed to get her mind off the millions of Iris messages that Demeter kept sending her or thoughts of her husband and whatever mortal he was currently falling in love with at the moment. Maybe, and her expression got chilly as she thought about Hades, she could use this deal with Noah to stick it to him. It was a half formed idea and she would have to mull over it a bit more but whatever it was, Persephone decided that it was going to be like a very sharp, very big thorn poking Hades where it'll hurt.
The sounds of Noah prompting her to keep up her end of the bargain broke Persephone right out of her scheming thoughts. "Patience is a virtue Noah." She told her step son before adding. "A rather whiny Virtue which would explain why there's a lack of it going around..." As she spoke, Persephone reached out with her powers and...undid the spell she put on Lewis. There was no fanfare about it, no waving of hands or chanting. One minute there was a potted daisy sitting on the table and the next instant there was a boy. The pot reappeared in Persephone's hand because she never believed in wasting a good pot and she watched as Lewis slumped onto the table. The boy was groaning a little and was markedly thinner then when he started off but he had all his limbs attached. Persephone could tell for sure because Lewis was currently naked. Not that this fact moved her in any way, she was just embarrassing him further by failing to provide him with clothes. Vindictive b*tch? Yes she was. Hopefully it would teach him a lesson and deter other people from thinking that they could get away with pulling pranks on her. "I'll see you on the weekend Noah." This was said sweetly and would have come off as a gentle reminder if not for the obviously calculative light in Persephone's eyes.
Looking up at the staff table, she met Thanatos' gaze. He had her abandoned cup in his hand and as she watched, he toasted her with it before proceeding to take a drink. The Reaper seemed to be in an impish mood though Persephone didn't have a taste for that at the moment. There was a scheme that she needed to cook up and she couldn't do that while sitting at the staff table and listening to Than make all sorts of morbid jokes. Casting a look around, Persephone seemed to decide that it wouldn't be necessary for her to stick around and slap a few more students with detention. Nobody seemed to be overtly using their abilities against each other though she did sport a daughter of Ares with a deck of tarot cards. That was a little odd in itself since Persephone could never picture Ares fiddling about with occult instruments. Half mortal..she reminded herself. And mortals evolved, mutated, changed and went their own way more or less. With that thought in mind she nodded to Noah by way of goodbye and disappeared, leaving only the scent of flowers and springtime to show that she had been there at all in the first place. And oh..one musn't forget the groaning naked boy on the table too.
Word count: 701 Muse: *kicks it* You can't turn me into a daisy ha! Notes: Persephone is out of this thread. Mentions of Lewis and Thanatos approved by Will.
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Noah Aïdes
Demigod
Son of Hades
I am the Dark Prince
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Post by Noah Aïdes on Sept 17, 2010 22:17:16 GMT -7
Noah was acutely aware that there were other people arriving, each involved in their own little sphere of activities, Noah just didn't give a flying f*ck. His attention wasn't even focused on himself for a change. He was solely focused on the potted daisy in front of him. He didn't know much about flowers, mainly because of goddess currently standing at his shoulder, who just happened to be a goddess of spring, as well as his step mother. But he could tell that the plant was not in its best form, it looked a little sickly if truth be told, probably owning to the fact that plant food and water didn't exactly nourish a demigod body, even when it was turned into a plant.
"Patience is a virtue Noah." Prissy told him adding. "A rather whiny Virtue which would explain why there's a lack of it going around..."
Noah glanced at her, mystified as to what she even talking about any more, and not really caring either. "We have our deal Prissy, just turn him back and you'll get what you want," he shot back without thinking. He was strangely out of his element, something about seeing Lewis so vulnerable like this just didn't sit right with him. Normally, Noah was the one with the upper hand, the one making other people vulnerable. This...this just wasn't how it was supposed to be.
Noah started to say something, but stopped short as the daisy instantly changed into Lewis...a naked...dirty, but naked Lewis.
"Gods Prissy, couldn't you have at least had the courtesy to leave his clothes on," Noah muttered as he reached for his long trench coat, that had been hanging from the back of his chair. "What the f*ck?" Noach said utterly confused on how it could have disappeared, unless it was another of Prissy's tricks, but wait there it was. MAXI! That little sh*t had swiped Noah's coat and wrapped it around his skinny body like a toga and was currently on top of one of the tables dancing around and singing the Witchdoctor song. It would have been mildly amusing, had Lewis not been sitting here naked as the day he was born.
"f*ck." he muttered again searching for anything that could be used as clothes. It wasn't that Noah was a prude, far from it, it was just that was an official Academy event, and the whole staff and a majority of the student body was here; and Noah was certain that a naked boy appearing out of nowhere was something that was frown upon. Not to mention the rather lewd looks he was drawing from Leeland, and that titan kid. Then it occurred to him, the table cloth. All the tables had a table cloth, all he had to do was grab one, and at least wrap it around Lewis' waist. "Lewis, don't go anywhere, I'll be right back," Noah went over to the nearest empty table, and with a snap of the wrist, pulled the table cloth off the table, leaving the table settings still in place. Again, that would have been mildly amusing, but he had more pressing matter on his mind.
"Here, wrap this around you like a toga or something, then we'll see what we can do about getting you something to eat," Noah handed Lewis the table cloth, feeling the eyes of the whole hall on his back, and completely lost on what to do next. "So this is compassion? I don't like it," Noah thought frowning as he sat back down waiting for Lewis.
Word Count: 615 Muse: Completely out of his element
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Post by drake on Sept 17, 2010 23:05:55 GMT -7
Drake raised one eyebrow a smirk slowly making its way across his face. Of course he partied, what else was there to do at this gods forsaken place? It was obvious that the gods that taught here wanted to be gone from this place. They only things that kept him sane were the pretty lovelies and the parties. The only reason he wasn't failing every subject was because he always tested well. He couldn't even remember the last time he had wasted any effort on homework. He was too busy entertaining others to do any of his homework.
"Pardy planner, huh? You go' anyting in the works, lass?" He asked as he slipped into an Irish lilt as the smirk settled fully onto his face. Drake had only met a handful of people who could resist him when he turned the Irish charm on. He had summers spend in Ireland with Grandmam and Granda to thank for that. Whenever he would head back home to Florida for the school year, or the the Academy more recently, he would still have his accent for a week weeks until his American accent settled back in.
"Yes, I do go ta my fair share of pardies. 'S been a while since the ls' one I wen' to, well a good one anyways." It had been a while, all summer in fact. His grandparents were super strict Catholic and whenever he summered with them he had to cut the partying down a lot, and the sex life was almost nonexistent. Oh sure, there were a few pretty girls that couldn't wait till summer rolled around so they could see him again, but most of the small town where is grandparents lived looked down on same sex relationships. It was a shame, really. Some of the village boys met his standard of pretty and then some. he had made due, of course, but a good party was just what he needed to kick the school year off. Then, of course, he would go and find one of his pretty boys and have some fun.
"Och, I can hold my excitement lassie. the question is, can you hold yours?" he asked with a devilish grin. he turned to watch the tall, curvy, brunette that was making her way toward him and shook his head. He'd get back to her later. Right now, though, he had other things to take care of.
So, who's your paren'? Or do you no feel like sharing tha' bit o' information with me jus' yet?" he asked as he propped his head up with his hand, his elbow resting on the table edge. "Me Da's Eros, God o' lust," he gave her a Cheshire grin before her continued," Among other things o' course." Even with his devilish good looks, accent, and powers, he still had to be careful. Some girls liked it when guys laid it on too thick, but, as he had learned, most girls didn't. he had to be careful and feel this one out.
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Post by Riddle Jones on Sept 17, 2010 23:35:11 GMT -7
Happy, perky, enthused were just some of the words to describe Riddle that day. She had woken up on the right side of the bed and took it upon herself to tell the whole world. The majority of the whole world on the other hand couldn't have cared less but that was a different question altogether. Riddle had simply breezed through showers and getting dressed for the day, she certainly missed those annoyed looks thrown at her because of the cheery and loud way she had bustled about. But the owners of those murderous glances did not understand the reason behind her happiness.
She had finally found him. The single most special person who put hero in hero worship. Riddle could just close her eyes and she'd be able to picture the way Morgan moved as he hacked and slash at those dummies. She could just hear the way he yelled at those Hephaestus kids to get moving. She could just-
"Hey! Will you watch were you're going?!"
Ooops... Riddle had literally closed her eyes and that didn't really make it very conducive to walking. As it was, she had run smack into someone's back and that someone wasn't too happy. Opening her eyes again, she glared at the speaker. How dare he ruin her good mood. If his back hadn't been in the way she could have indulged her Morgan fantasies even further. "Fabric softener!" She told the boy indignantly before he could open his mouth again to tell her to get lost. "Find it. Use it. Love it. Your shirt feels like sandpaper." Rolling her eyes, Riddle flounced off, her binoculars bouncing (she never left the Janus residence without them, who knew when her next Morgan sighting might be) as she made her way to the Administration Building.
She had gotten back to the Academy the day before and was excited to start the school year and of course to continue her stalking of a certain son of Zeus. "Jones, Riddle. Daughter of Janus." That was from the satyr on roll call duty and Riddle gave him a wide smile as her right arm shot through the air. "That's me!" She chirped, skipping up to him and taking a peek at the clipboard in his hand. "The gatekeeper's daughter at your service." And since she had just said so, Riddle fixed the satyr with a rather thoughtful look. "You know you could have just chosen to wear the blue shirt instead of the gray one that you have on. It really will make you look more mature." She was reading some residual decisions that he had had earlier and really thought that she was being helpful. As she flounced into the hall though, she didn't see his frown of dismay. Her words had caused the opposite effect of what she had intended.
Entering the Hall with a hop and a skip, Riddle looked around for Morgan as she wobbled on tip toes. Some of these students didn't have the decency to be shorter. Riddle had done some stalking before the end of last term had ended and had found out that Morgan was a son of Zeus. It was almost too perfect to be true. He was going to be even greater then Heracles and Perseus and she would be there to take pictures! Well..since Morgan wasn't around, she'd just have to settle for second best. She needed one of his siblings to question but there didn't seem to be any other Zeus kids about. Well third best then...Choosing a seat at a table, Riddle didn't really pay much attention to the speech that the Headmaster gave. She didn't really pay much attention to Persephone and her magic trick of making a naked boy appear out of a daisy. She saw a girl with a deck of tarot cards though and that was interesting, and Riddle was about to leave her seat and make her way over when she was distracted by some singing. It was one of her favorite songs and true it was silly but it was also fun. Looking around she spotted the boy singing it and had to laugh. He was wearing what looked like a trench coat, though what was really funny was that he had styled it as if he was wearing a toga. As Riddle walked closer, she realized that the makeshift turban on his head was actually made out of napkins.
"Yeah! Walk like an Egyptian!" She said as she neared the table and stopped to watch him dancing for a minute or too. "Awesome song though. Are you the entertainment for today? I'm Riddle!" Of course she introduced herself in a very perky manner.
Word count: 807 Muse: Awake.
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Maxi Paddington III
Hiatus
Son of Dionysus
Eggbert demands HUGS...and he says your tinfoil hat is purdyful
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Post by Maxi Paddington III on Sept 18, 2010 0:07:41 GMT -7
Unlike most of the students at the Academy finding their way in ones and twos, Maxi Paddington and his ever faithful companion the stuffed floppy eared bunny, Eggbert, had been given and express trip by Mr. D, otherwise known as Daddy D, or Dionysus, Maxi's father, himself. Maxi and Eggbert just happened to interrupt Mr. D and a rather attractive nymph in the midst of a "private party", resulting in their sudden and unexpected banishment to the Half-Blood Academy. One minute Maxi was exclaiming "HI DAAAAAAAADDDYYYYY," the next thing Maxi knew, he and all of his belonging were in the middle of the Academy's Administration building, with it's headmaster Pontos offering a few choices words in Mr. D's direction before stomping off to his little fiefdom.
To Maxi, this was just one hell of a game, only mildly shocked and confused enough to allow some satyrs guide him to the Dionysus Residence. Once he walked in the House, Maxi took a deep breath, the coughed and sputtered like he had a lung full of water or something. "EWWWWWWWW IT STINKS OF GOATIE MAN IN HERE EWWW EWWW EWWWWWWWWWWWW," he danced around in a fit waving his hand in front of his nose, being suficiently rude enough to send the satyr back out of the house in a huff. Maxi went of for several minutes obsessing of the perceived foul odor before stopping dead in his tracks, then talking to the bunny, "How do we make the stinkyness go away Eggbert?"
Maxi turtleed his head like he was listening intently to the immobile features of the stuffed rabbit before his face lit up like a kid on Christmas.
"Eggbert! You're a genius!" he hugged the bunny so tight that had it been a less sturdy creature, the stuffing would have popped right out. Maxi sat down in the middle of the room screwing up his face in concentration, moments later grape vines started creeping up the wall, and strawberries plants blooming along the window sills. Satisfied he took a deep breath grinning, "Muuuuuuuch better Eggbert. I'm hungry Eggbert, and this grapies and stawsieberries aren't ready to eat, where's food? Hmmm, maybe goatie man knows where food is, let's follow him," Maxi took off running out of the House searching for the satyr, only to find a number of them milling about the campus, fortunately they all seemed to be headed towards one spot, so Maxi bolted towards the big building in his reckless devil may care manner.
He skidded to a halt as he nearly ran into a very grumpy looking satyr with a big clipboard and was giving Maxi a look of death.
"Ahem. Paddington, Maxwell Edmund the Third, Son of Dionysus?" Maxi looked at the satyr like he was standing on his head or something, then deciding the satyr wasn't the least bit entertaining he started in towards the food, food glorious food, pausing only to whisper loudly in the satyr's ear "Eggbert says he has two words for you, Fa Breeze,"
He found himself a seat near people who didn't look too much like strangers, but then again there wasn't much stranger than Maxi Paddington and Eggbert.
"Hey, Lee, Orion, Noah...Maxi. I see you guys got dragged here as well. I suppose it's better than going into foster care or something..." Maxi heard as a blonde boy came to sit at the table with him, it was Wolfie boy, Eggbert liked Wolfie boy, sometimes he let Eggbert play with his doggy, Eggbert liked the doggy.
"Daddy D sent me here, cuz even though I'm his favorite little bastard, he didn't think the camp could handle any more of Eggbert's fun times. Hehehehe the goatie-mans still get the poo poo scared out of Eggbert every time the see him..." Maxi chirped happily through mouth fulls of food, as he ignored more everything else around him, but the grumbling in his empty tummy. At the rate he was scarfing down food it didn't take long for Maxi to get comfortably full, and even less time for Maxi to be bored out of his mind, not that it took much to bore Maxi as it was.
He picked up his napkin, rather than using it to wipe the remnants from his face he tied it around his head like a turban. "Mad Maxi the fortune teller says, Noah's gunna lose a coat," Maxi's sticky little fingers snatched away the coat before anyone could notice him hiding it under the table as the Flower Lady appeared. As soon as her attention was elsewhere Maxi took off for a different table wrapping the coat around him like a toga, the napkin still on his head, and Eggbert tied around his neck like a cape. He stopped a table that had just a few people around it, no one Maxi knew, seeing something that just fascinated him. He picked up a highly polished serving platter admiring it closely, then on impulse he jumped up on the table singing way off key,
"Eggbert told the witch doctor I was in love with you Eggbert told the witch doctor I was in love with you And then the witch doctor, he told me what to do He said," Maxi had somehow managed to add the platter to his ensemble as he started "walking like an Egyptian" belting out the chorus, "Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla, bing bang Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla, bing bang... Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla, bing bang Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla, bing bang"
"Yeah! Walk like an Egyptian! Awesome song though. Are you the entertainment for today? I'm Riddle!" Maxi stopped and stared at the girl that had spoken looking at her like he was trying to figure out what she was. What was a Riddle anyway? He hopped down off the table untying the bunny and shoving it in her face "EGGBERT DEMANDS HUGS!"
Word Count: 1024 Muse: Maniac Mad Maxi...need I say more?
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Post by blane on Sept 18, 2010 15:34:23 GMT -7
So far this had been a good day. It was nice and sunny outside, it wasn't too hot or too cold, Blane was in a great mood and he had met new people! he loved people, they were amazing. They built and created such wonderful things and there were so kind. No matter what happened to them, most people managed to bounce back and continue on with their lives. Interacting with people also helped keep his mind off of his visions.
Aimee was pretty, very pretty, and seemed interesting to say the least. He glanced over at her friend with the cards and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Who wanted to know the future? Well, he supposed if you saw the good along with the bad, he couldn't mind it so much. Might even be nice, really. "Nice to meet you Aimee." he said as he reached over the table and shook her hand. "So, what grade are you in? I'm a junior and I've been here since I was a freshman."
Blane was distracted by someone else coming up and extending their hand to him. He raised one eyebrow but took the offered hand anyways. "Oh, not Mr. Blane, that makes me sound pompous or something," he told the girl with a smile. "Blane will do just fine. And it's very nice to meet you September," he said as he shook her hand. Sweet, that was two new people.
Blane glanced around the Hall, taking in people as he did so. There was one of Hades' kids sitting with a naked boy. That was so odd he wasn't even going to go there... And there was, who could only be, a son of Dionysus, dancing around on a table with a trench coat toga and a turban made out of napkins. Blane wished he could say that these were freak accidents that never happened, but he would be lying. Whenever you put a bunch of powerful teens with weird powers together, strange things were bound to happen.
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Post by September Marisol Summers on Sept 18, 2010 17:56:29 GMT -7
"Oh, not Mr. Blane, that makes me sound pompous or something," Seppie chuckled. It wasn't like she was purposely MAKING him sound pompous, it's just that she was well-mannered. Or at least tried to be. "Blane will do just fine. And it's very nice to meet you September," Seppie smiled bashfully as he shook herr extended hand. She looked at his face, seeming to 'examine' it with great interest. Sort of. Blane had tousled hair that wasn't too tousled, with a somewhat boxy head. That was enough for Seppie to register that in her head. She didn't know why, but whenever she meets a new person, their image is stuck in her mind, no matter what.
Letting go, September looked around, with a vague memory of a childhood song playing in her mind. Another student of the Academy with a turban made of napkins....
'This old man, he play one He played knick-knack on my thumb' [/color] There was another boy with a giant stuffed bunny, who seemed oddly familiar; maybe they had met before.... 'With a knick-knack, paddy whack Give the dog a bone! This old man came rolling home'[/color] September gave a distant look, as if she was looking at herself in a mirror, she was asking 'Why did I think of that?'. Shaking her head, Seppie turned to look back at Blane, who had caught her eye once again. It was his eyes that seemed to entrance her. Snapping out of it, she asked, "So, how old are you? I'm 16, been here since a freshman. Sophomore right now." Seppie sat down on the bench behind her, all the while trying to remain graceful. Tough luck, since she banged her hip against the side of the table. Cursing herself in her mind, Seppie pretended to that didn't happen, and just smiled. "Come, come. Sit!" she beckoned, trying to act nice and stuff. Muse: I refuse to be usedWord Count: 361 Comments: I am dead. [/blockquote]
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Post by aden on Sept 19, 2010 6:50:27 GMT -7
Aden walked into the Academy looking as though he had come from the Fields of Asphodel. He was wearing his usual Darth Vadar t-shirt and ratty jeans, his blue eyes so wide you'd think they were going to roll out of his head. He was climbing the steps when...
"MOT, ADEN. SON OF LACHESIS," A Satyr said loudly.
Needless to say Aden made a very graceful entrance: tripping over the last step and finding himself sprawled on the clean marble floors. He scrambled to his feet breathing heavily, skittering away from the evil Satyr. They ate tin cans right? Not people? What if they ate people...? Maybe that's why the Satyr that recruited him had tossed him so many strange looks. She was just wondering if he tasted good.
As he entered the Welcoming Ceremony he wished he had gone the other way. It was crowded with kids of all ages. They all looked happy or comfortable, as though this was just another day in their lives. Aden's hands began to sweat. If this was another day in his life he would be at home playing Call of Duty with his dad. With popcorn and peanut butter and banana sandwiches laying around.
Now he was in a room full of Demigods. He knew they were all too, because they had such a strong confidence he could almost see the Gods in all of them. But even now he couldn't remember all the Greek Gods. He had never liked all those old stuffy myths--they got too confusing when you added all the little Gods in there and all the monsters.
Monsters. Was he a monster too?
Unknowing to him he had been in the entrance for three minutes already, staring at the group as if they all had three heads. They would think he was weird before he even sat down. He hobbled into the room, sticking close to the wall, scanning the room for any unnaturally bright lights. He saw a halo in the corner... but it was just a candle. One could visibly see the relief in his face.
He sat down in the corner alone. He hoped no kids of Zeus were really going to strike him with lightning. His first day at school and he was already freaking out. His hand was in his pocket and he clutched a little action figure of Darth Vadar. WHy couldn't he be like him? Cool and confident in any situation. Sure, he had been the bad guy, but he had really believed he was doing a good thing. He had believed in what he was doing and that was the coolest thing about him.
Aden slumped in his hard seat, looking hopefully at the goblet on his table. It was empty. He curiously looked around the room and... well, he didn't see any sodas.
"Man, I could really use some Coke Zero right now..." And the goblet filled with the syrupy brown liquid. "AH!"
...And then he swatted it off the table. The goblet clattered to the floor and the Coke flooded on the marble like blood at the scene of the crime. Aden sank even further into his seat, looking grumpily out at the happy students. Why couldn't they just have normal cups you filled with normal two liters?
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Post by iolahardy on Sept 22, 2010 20:20:13 GMT -7
Iola let out a giggle. Oh this was just perfect! He was just her favorite person right now! She started plotting what she was going to do with him first! Clubbing of course! They had to get drunk too! Oh the morning after with that combination would be fun! Extra super fun. Iola put her feet on the floor and rested her elbows on her knees while examining the boy further, he really truly was delicious.
She licked her lips at the thought of tasting him in more than one way. It was understandable how she thought, since she was half mortal...and well she loved to party! Parties and sex were the same thing! After all there is that whole phrase party in my pants, a very good phrase in her mind. She had joined in many parties in other people's pants...or rather helped the party come out. Iola smiled again at the thought, gods it was good to be able to be a completely insane teenager that people didn't care about ...for the most part. She had friends who cared about her, just not enough to keep alcohol away from her. Granted she could just stop making the beverage, but where would the fun in that be? There wouldn't be any! She didn't even normally drink, she had a low alcohol tolerance and therefore stayed away from the poison as much as possible...she just got a little carried away when she was out at a club, or house party, or even at the academy a couple times she had gotten caught sneaking bottles of rather good wine to a party that was in full swing just down the hall from where she was.
Iola leaned back in her chair, getting comfortable again. She had no respect or understanding of personal space that other people had, she was overly friendly sometimes...really overly friendly. She didn't think too much on how this could be taken or how bad it could be for her to be 'open' with about half the school, and then some. She didn't hear the whispers from some of the other students as she walked to class, and if she did she would simply smile at them and make a very cruel and twisted joke, a perk to her personality. She was violent, and twisted and happy. A scary combination if you are on the receiving end of the anger that she is actually very good at keeping away unless she doesn't get her party on.
“Moi? I am the daughter of Dionysus. I love to party...among other things,” she said a sly shameless grin on her face. “I think you and I should have a wild party...with my dear friends...Mr. Bedsheets, and Mrs. Party. I think there would be a big bang,”
Oh how she loved her innuendos. She would have to keep her tongue sharp and ready, while her lips stayed wet with anticipation. A double meaning to all her thoughts and words, but who cared? She didn't that was for sure, she was also very certain that her dear friend...Drake...didn't mind her...mind either.
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Post by Camille Tiffany Lee on Sept 24, 2010 20:14:40 GMT -7
She ran the moment her feet touched the slightly damp sand of the beach. She was late. It wasn’t her fault really; she had been distracted on the beach. Watching Pontos yell at Jesse was quite amusing and then she had just listened to the waves at it settled down and totally lost track of time. She had no doubt in her mind that she totally missed the welcoming speech and then some. It was always amusing during the welcoming feats. Maybe Jesse or some one else could fill her in. Some people always ended up in detention, others got embarrassed and there were always new friends to be made. Cami was never really good with making friends; her social skills were next to none really.
She bounded up the steps towards the entrance, nearly tripping as her feet skipped two at once and she wobbled dangerously before falling to her knees in front of the satyr. He looked at her a little bit amused and she flashed him a bright smile and said sheepishly, ”Hi there!” before scrambling to her feet.
”Aren’t you a little bit late hm? The feast has already started and I’m sure the headmaster is done with his speech,” the satyr sounded quite amused and Cami laughed lightly. ”Lee, Camille Tiffany, daughter of Tethys am I correct?”
”Yup! I’m back for another year!” and Cami almost bounced in cheerily…until she stood on those steps, looking down at the heads of the majority of students. Her lips curled into a faint frown as she took in all the demi-gods. There were so many of them and there were few demititans and half monst—no, half-mythological. They were just a monstrous as herself and Cami never found herself very, well monster-like. Bizarre definitely, a little off her rocker totally, but monstrous, never. She took a step forward…and preceded to stumble/trip her way down a few steps before getting her footing and she hopped down the last two.
A few students looked her way and Cami smiled sheepishly before hastily making her way towards a table. She weaved around some students, her small form moving quickly between them and she paused, eyes landing on two tables. Her lips pursed. Did she want to sit with her half/step brother or her er…fellow sophomore? She smiled after a moment and bounced towards her fellow sophomore.
On her way, she spotted quite the normal occurances during the school welcome, chatting students, the hyper playful ones goofing off. Her eyes widened after a moment and her eyes brushed briefly over the naked man on/at another table (that one was new), seeing fellow demititan Jesse Monroe. She waved a little before turning to see the people at the table. She didn’t recognize any of them but noticed a cheerful teen dancing on another table it seemed. It could have been the same table but there were so many heads that it seemed as if there two completely different tables.
Her brows rose and she grinned. Son of Dionysus maybe? They were kind of the mad party kind. At another table, she heard a goblet clatter and her head craned around to see another teen sink into his seat. Cami decided that maybe he was new; he seemed quite surprised by the magic of the school. Her attention was claimed when she arrived at the table with the other sophomore she kind of knew. She knew her face at least, but she couldn’t quite remember her name. It was the name of a month. What was it? August? May? Ah! September! Maybe she was wrong. Let’s not try to play a guessing game with names now show we?
”Hey People!” She chirped instead, names slipping her mind, sliding in towards an empty seat. Cami tried not to feel awkward because her social skills were a little dead and non-existent but there were some familiar faces so it helped her nerves a bit. ”Hope you don’t mind the intrusion by me. I’m Camille, but you can call me Cami! Or Fany. Or even Fany Fany Tiffany. I’ll probably answer to them all,” Well, that was one way to intrude and just introduce herself. Haha. A little rude there Cami. Words: 705 Muse: She pops in and out from time to time Current Music: Please Don't Go, SHINee
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Post by Riddle Jones on Sept 26, 2010 21:57:58 GMT -7
That big smile stayed glued on Riddle's face and lost neither it's brightness not it's perkiness even when the boy she had addressed stared at her for too long. Being a known stalker and something of a gossip monger, Riddle was used to getting this sort of reaction from people. If she didn't let it get her down when it was the sort of thing she got for jumping out at people from behind some bushes, she certainly wasn't going to let it get in the way of making an introduction. The boy, with his coat toga and napkin turban, looked like somebody that Riddle would like to get to know. His more then unusual get up, and the fact that he was on one of the tables and singing off key, would have struck some people as crazy but it didn't bother Riddle in the least. She had found that people who liked to think that they were normal and sane tended to be more then a little mean. They were those who would usually laugh at her own quirks and so over the years, Riddle had inevitably gravitated towards the weird sorts. They were really fun to be around and Riddle even knew a boy in the Dionysus residence who was nice enough to let her ride his reindeer. If she had taken a closer look at Persephone and her magic trick, she would have noticed that the naked boy on the table was the very one that she was thinking about at that moment.
But it wasn't as if she could take second look though as the boy she had been talking too had already hopped off the table and was shoving something in her face. Riddle had to go crossed eyed to focus on the object and actually see what it was but she let out a giggle once she realized it was nothing but a cute stuffed bunny. Where had he pulled that out from? She had been too engrossed in his coat toga that she had completely missed out on the fact that he had the stuffed animal tied around his neck like a cape. Taking a step backwards so that she could actually look from the bunny to the boy, Riddle reached out and plucked the toy out of his hands. "Hugs are great! Of course he can get one!" She proceeded to give Eggbert a big hug, pressing the bunny's face into the crook of her neck. The fake whiskers tickled Riddle's skin and made another giggle escape her. It also made her wonder when was the last time she had hugged a stuffed animal. Too long probably, she had grown out of stuffed animals as soon as she had discovered boys and binoculars and Polaroid cameras.
"What's your name?" She asked him then, undeterred by the fact that he had not answered her previous question. As she continued to study him, Riddle realized that she had seen him around Camp Half Blood before, but couldn't really place which cabin he had been from. He looked young, though that could have been because he was playing dress up in the middle of a school function and carrying around a stuffed bunny with him. Speaking of which, "Eggbert's a little cutie but aren't you too old to be wandering around with him?"
The sound of something clattering to the floor caught her attention then and she squeezed Eggbert closer as she looked around for the source of the sound. It was easier though to spot the mess then the person who had made it and for a second or two Riddle stared at the fallen cup and at the puddle of soda oozing it's way across the floor. "Aren't you going to try to clean that up?" This was addressed to the blond boy she assumed had made the mess. "They don't like it when you make messes, Pontos could turn you into a goldfish."
Word count: 678 Muse: Is giving me a headache. Notes: Tagging Maxi and Aden.
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Maxi Paddington III
Hiatus
Son of Dionysus
Eggbert demands HUGS...and he says your tinfoil hat is purdyful
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Post by Maxi Paddington III on Sept 28, 2010 16:10:39 GMT -7
It pleased Maxi to no end when Riddle hugged Eggbert, but not so much when she didn't give him back. Maxi tapped his foot impatiently, ignoring her questions, utterly fixed on that fact that this strange girl was holding Eggbert hostage. Normally, Maxi would go back into whatever little world he happened to be living in at the time and forget all about Riddle, but as long as she had Eggbert, Maxi was completely at a loss on what to do. Eggbert kept order when the voices got loud and started yelling at each other. Maxi twitched and fidgeted as he tried to reach for Eggbert more than once, foiled each time as Riddle hugged him and changed position.
Maxi knew how much Eggbert loved hugs, so he wouldn't just take him away when she was hugging him, but it was really starting to get to him, so much that it didn't even register that she said "Eggbert's a little cutie but aren't you too old to be wandering around with him?" until after she started chastising another boy for spilling his drink.
"Save me Maxi," somehow Maxi had thrown his voice in so that is sounded like it was coming from the rabbit, without even knowing it. Maxi's eyes rivaled saucers as he heard the bunny calling out to him.
"I'LL SAVE YOU EGGBERT!" Maxi called back running up and snatching the bunny out of Riddle's death grip. He held and hugged the bunny so tight it would have taken 10 strong men with crowbars to pry in back out of his grip. He glared at Riddle for a moment trying to decide what to do. Normally, Eggbert gave him instructions or ideas on what could be done, but the bunny couldn't very well talk to him while being hugged to death in Maxi's arms.
"MY Eggbert," maxi muttered sullenly as he tried to figure out what to do next. He could ask Eggbert what to do, but then the weird girl might steal him away again, and Maxi couldn't risk that. Then her words struck him like a golf ball right between the eyes. Too Old for Eggbert?! How dare she?! How very dare she?! Maxi started jumping up and down his face going purple with rage. He wanted so badly to punch her right in the face for insulting Eggbert like that, but knowing he'd have to drop Eggbert to really deck her properly, he couldn't have that someone else might pick up Eggbert and run away with him.
He started to run around in circles trying to figure out what to do. She needed to be taught a lesson, but he couldn't risk Eggbert...maybe there was someone he could trust with Eggbert, who would give him back after he made this girl pay for her insult, but no that would mean Eggbert would be in danger. He sat down in a huff completely at a loss on what to do. "Under the table Maxi," a strangled voice came from the bunny. Maxi's face lit up as he relaxed his grip beaming at the bunny. He crawled under the nearest table holding the bunny close murmuring in its ear, "You always have the best ideas Eggbert,"
Word Count: 559 (raw) Muse: Bloody painful, and down right crazy
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Post by drake on Sept 30, 2010 13:19:49 GMT -7
Drake was smiling widely. He already liked this girl. It was almost as if she was the female version of himself. Well, she seemed more preoccupied with parties, which were all well and fun. He enjoyed parties,just like most teenagers, but his real passion, no pun intended, was sex. Parties were just hunting grounds for him. Of course, most of the time he had his prey picked out before hand, but parties were ideal places to corner them and have his way with them. What he loved was the sensuality of the parties.
The fact that she was a daughter of Dionysus didn't really surprise him. The god of wine and merriment had been known to be somewhat free in his ways. Plus, it would be nice to add her to his list of lovelies. It was always good to know someone with a connection to alcohol. Well, in all honesty, Drake didn't drink often. Oh sure, a drink or two here and there, but he hated being drunk. Of course, a few of his lovelies felt the opposite. A few of them only ever sought him out when they were too plastered to keep denying their sexuality to themselves.
Drake smiled and chuckled to himself. He just loved this girl's sense of humor. She'd been making innuendos since she had popped out of nowhere. You just had to love someone with a mind like that, he thought to himself.
"Right, who says we need to even include Mr. Bedsheets? You haven' lived if you've never had a... party out of the bedroom, lass." Drake couldn't even remember all of the places he'd... enjoyed himself in. There was the one time in the elevator, that had been close, and the time on the trampoline, and, then, the time in the dressing room at the mall. A smirk slid its way onto his face at those thoughts as his eyes darkened just a tad bit.
"Well, lass, anytime you're in the mood for a b' o' a romp, you can always find me in me cabin. or, if you jus' can't wait, jus' ask around, he said with a wink.
Should he tell her now that she would have to get used to the idea of sharing? Nah, he decided. After all, she probably wasn't the type to settle down with one person. He would wait a while, though, before introducing her to any of his other regulars. No point in introducing her to a few of his favorites when he didn't know if this would be a one time thing. After all, some of his lovelies weren't open about their relationship with him and he couldn't risk upsetting them. At least, not without good cause.
Words: 477 Muse: It hates me right now -_-
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Jesse Monroe
Demititan
Son of Oceanus
You can't fight the motion of this Ocean
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Post by Jesse Monroe on Sept 30, 2010 14:37:39 GMT -7
Jesse divided his attention between enjoying his little chit chat with Mike, a fellow demititan, and observing the bizarre antics of the demigods around him. Some time it just baffled him how the Olympians could still be in charge when they had children that acted like this, but then again the demititans weren't always that much better, he thought as his younger half-sister stumbled and bumbled her way into the Hall, late as always. He sighed inwardly torn between being annoyed and grateful of how accepting his father and step mother were of their children. But then again, they weren't like other Titans. They hadn't been decidedly defeated twice, in fact Oceanus had never been defeated, he just chose not to fight in the first war, and the second war...well he recognized the benefits of withdrawing from the war when Kronos' forces started really getting beat on by the demigods. In truth some of these demigod here, and likely some of the demigod teachers and staff, were veterans of that war. He lost himself in these musings for a time, not really sure why. It wasn't like he hated everything demigod, quite the contrary, they tended to be good...really good from time to time. A smile smile creased his face as he thought back to some of his recreational activities with those demigods, even once with that son of Poseidon, not that had been something for the history books. They had been fortunate that they hadn't flooded out the Academy when they more or less lost control of their powers, in a very very heated moment of passion. In a rather delayed reaction he noticed a boy strut into the room like he owned the place, followed by some very impressive hitting on people. He didn't exactly endorse the methods of walking up and taking what he wanted like that, but from one player to other, it was still rather impressive, not to mention it seemed to have done the trick. Before too long there were ladies swarming around the boy, more or less. Now, that, Jesse found unsettling. It was one thing to be an expert in pulling the heart strings, the sheer charm and sensuality, it was quite another to use other worldly gifts to influence reactions. "Pardon me Mike, I need to go check something out, let's meet for drinks at the Club sometime," Jesse stood up putting a friendly hand on Mike's shoulder as he made his way towards this mysterious boy. "Well, well, do my ears deceive me? An Irish Casanova, now that has got to be a first," Jesse offered friendly enough, sizing up the boy carefully, his senses working over time trying to pick up on anything shouldn't be there. "Names, Jesse Monroe, Son of Oceanus, usually hail from Down Under, good to meet you mate," Jesse stuck out his had to shake keeping his eyes locked on the boys, like one predator staring down another. "I must say, you have got quite the skills when it comes to playing this Game, you've got them tripping all over themselves just to come get a taste of what you've got to offer. I say this as a fellow Player in that Game," Jesse's smile becoming sharkish as he sat on the edge of the table, his eyes never leaving the boy's. "Although, it makes one wonder what exactly you're bringing to the table that could drive these lovelies mad has hatters for you...could it be that you have a little extra 'help'," Jesse asked nonchalantly, breaking his gaze only to shoot a passer by a charming smile and a wink, making the embarrassed girl flush and skitter away. "Listen Mate, I'm more than used to the competition, there are quite a few Casanovas around here, the only real competition, was Leeland. That Hephaestus boy over there. But it seems he's gotten distracted, which makes you my number one competitor, not that I'm complaining or anything. In fact, more power to you, but I want to make something very clear. If there is one thing I can not abide, is the loss of free will. In other words the use of powers to convince someone to do something they wouldn't do otherwise. If you get my meaning. Just know, son of Eros, I'll be watching, and if I think you're using your powers to force people...well...I think it's best unsaid." Jesse stood up a friendly smile etched across his face. "I have know problem welcoming another Player to the Game, just watch yourself mate. Oh, and if you ever say need some pointers, drop by my House sometime, I'll be more than happy to show you the ropes," Word Count: 812 Muse: unexpected Tags: Drake and company
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D.J. Nelson
Hiatus
Son of Poseidon
Just try to fight the Tide
Posts: 17
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Post by D.J. Nelson on Sept 30, 2010 16:11:04 GMT -7
DJ had arrived on campus about two weeks early after getting a request from the charioteer instructor, to help train a couple of regular old plain Jane horses to actually pull the chariots. As a son of Poseidon, normally this would be the easiest job ever, he could hear the horses' thoughts as easily as his own. What he hadn't counted on was their apparent relationships with donkeys...well they acted like Jack Asses anyway. They simply refused to be harnessed to the chariots, not matter what tactics DJ used, and now after two weeks of merciless abuse from these stubborn creatures DJ was starting to get royally pissed off.
"Poseidon's Trident! Will you two knuckle heads shut up and knock it off already," he scolded, the strain and frustration of the past two weeks seeping into his voice. Even so, the horses paid him no mind what so ever, jabbering away with each other through neighs and whinnies, while their thoughts were just an utter jumble of nonsense. These had to be the two stupidest, most stubborn horses ever created.
"ENOUGH! Now you come here and pay attention," DJ grabbed their nearest horse firmly around the neck, their halters and bridles long gone during one of their epic battles. Normally it would have been enough to get the animal's attention so he could position it where he need it to be, but not this beast, he rared up and tossed DJ across the stall right into a pile of horse sh*t. Landing with a swishy thud, the wind knocked right out of him. He glared at the horse pissed off beyond measure, as soon as he caught his breathe he would be teaching that no good nag a lesson or two, but stopped short as he heard whinnying...laughter...from the next stall over. DJ stood up, whirring around to see Bucephalus, the black Pegasus doing he equivalent of a laughing fit, apparently he had watched the whole show.
"Nice one Boss, you really showed him who's boss." Bucephalus thought, DJ sent death rays from his eyes, which only seemed to make the Pegasus laugh harder.
"I seem to remember a certain Pegasus acting in very much the same way, and look at him now...bent to my divine will muahahaha," DJ shot back mockingly.
"Whatever you say Boss. Those two have to be the dumbest pair of equines I have EVER seen. I mean seriously, the make me ashamed their my cousins, the only thing they understand is stick and carrot,"
"True enough, but I am positive they can be trained..."
"Uh...Boss, you do know you're late for the Welcoming Ceremony, right," Bucephalus seemed to snicker as he took great pleasure in pointing out the fact that DJ was running late, something that always got under DJ's skin.
"Well sh*t. Don't. Just don't even say it, I know, but there's no time. Let's go, I'll deal with Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber later," DJ left jumped on Bucephalus' back, much to the Pegasus' protests about the smell of other horses' fecal matter and so on. DJ was in no mood to hear it and just directed the Pegasus to get a move on it. The flight from the Stables to the Admin Building was relatively short, but it did save some much needed time. He slid of Bucephalus' back and marched through the Hall's doors.
"Ah, Nelson, David Jesse. Son of Poseidon..." A Satyr noted making a sour face.
"Yeah i know I smell like horse sh*t, deal with it. It happens when you work with stupid animals all day long...what the hell is Maxi doing up on that table..."
Word Count: 632 Muse: Died at the end...again -_-
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Post by jacen on Oct 1, 2010 9:39:27 GMT -7
Jacen quickly walked in, ignoring the satyr at the door until he barred his way with a cloven leg.
"Name, and parents, boy", he said, and Jacen quickly said his name, and Eurybia's. He had gotten something to eat; a small roll, cajoled from a kitchen maid in return for dusting his residence. He munched on the roll as he scanned the crowd. Hmm... two boys were talking, and when one winked at a girl as he walked by, he could immediately guess what they were discussing so fervently. He heard one say "I'll show you the ropes", at one point. Uh huh.
Jacen sat down, and started reading a book at the table. He finished off the roll, and abruptly wished he had something else to eat. His haphazardly thrown on clothes seemed a bit too haphazard, he thought. Maybe he should have taken more thought into this; it was his first impression with these people. He hoped he'd make at least one friend, but the way he was being so antisocial, he doubted it.
He glanced around him... was anyone else reading? No, they were walking around, talking, socializing like... well, like a family. They were, after all, he mused.
Many people seemed like they were popular, used to having people talk to them, like them. Were any international? He wondered, and sighed, going back to his book. He seriously doubted it. Not many gods or Titans still visited Greece anymore; most lived right here in the Good Ole' US of A. Right.
While it was technically his country, he still felt like Greece was his home, or maybe Costa Rica; that was fun. After all, he'd lived there longer than here, for sure, and spoke Greek better than English. Maybe people in here spoke Greek, because they had a reason too, but no one spoke Spanish, or Dutch.
Again, he was outcasted. Ah, he thought, stop complaining. You're here, its home, its gonna be fun, you are gonna love it. You will love it, solely because of how different it was from Mt. Tamalpais.
Jacen shuddered just thinking about that experience. He stopped mid-shake when he realized that many of the kids here might be ignorant or barely trained in their powers. He, on the other hand, would be well trained in both power usage and Greek. If only he was better at things like PE and physical stuff! He would be good at fencing, if they let him use his Huthvir, he'd be even better.
Already excited for the years to come, Jacen kept reading silently. hoping someone would talk to him.
Words: 542 Muse: Never came in the first place :f
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Post by Lukas Jihoo Shou on Oct 1, 2010 14:16:01 GMT -7
It wasn’t often that he walked towards the administration building. Actually, it wasn’t often that he went to the opening ceremonies either but as he was in his final year, Lukas Shou decided that maybe he should pop in just to see what the old coot (coughPontoscough) or any of the other Deities would declare for the year. Make a new friend wouldn’t be bad either. His friends were far and few.
He slid, well, he kind of jumped/soared up the steps of the building as he neared and startled the satyr at the doors when he landed quiet suddenly with a light thump of his feet. The smaller monster/mythical creature blinked in surprise before looking up at him. There was a moment and Lukas smiled, turtleing his head to one side. His eyes gleamed and the satyr rolled his eyes.
“You’re late,” Lukas shrugged and the satyr huffed lightly. “Shou, Lukas Jihoo,” there was a pause then, “Who’s your parent again? One of the sirens right?” Lukas expected that. It wasn’t like he showed up often and he wasn’t the son of a major god, titan, or mythological creature. He wasn’t even the son of a minor god or titan or a known monster. He was the son of Molpe, a siren. Everyone he had spoken to in previous years, most of them having graduated and/or moved onto bigger things by had always just associated him with siren. Not many people, the half-bloods anyways, knew the specific names of the sirens. The Deities he knew did…at least he thought they did.
“Molpe, Siren,” Lukas confirmed. The satyr made a noise, his eyes flickering a little bit over the parchment he was holding and Lukas sort of bounced on his heels as he waited. The satyr made a noise that sounded like an “Aha” and he marked on the parchment.
“You’re final year I see,” and then the satyr announced, quite loudly, repeating his name once more, “Shou, Lukas Jihoo. Son of Molpe,”
And Lukas walked into the room with a wave to the satyr. He kind of, sort of dived into the crowds of people, blending into them easily, taking advantage of his full 6’1” height, not that that was tall, but it served his purpose at the moment, to look around for an empty spot or even an empty table. He spotted some Asian faces among the crowd and wondered for a moment if they were international, like himself…well, he was, kind of. He lived in the USA presently but he had been originally from South Korean and his pony of a father was of Korean and Chinese descent. So he was kind of an international student.
Somewhere over the many heads, he spotted a lone, empty table; actually it was a lone person at a table. So technically, a fairly empty table and he made a beeline towards it. On his way, his habit kicked in and his eyes flickered over the gathered half-blood students. A student tipped his cup over if the puddle on the floor was any indication, sinking into his chair. A demititan, if he remembered correctly had abandoned his table to talk to a pair of students, a male and a female. Judging from the slight leer on their faces, Lukas was confident that their conversation was not meant for small children. At another table—wait; was that a boy underneath that table? Woah. That one was new. No wait, that was Maxi, the er…not so sane son of Dionysus. It wasn’t that new when it concerned him.
He shrugged offhandedly and continued his walk, vaguely seeing a girl messing with tarot cards before he reached the table. Lukas lightly kicked at an open chair, sort of hoping to get the boy’s attention. His face was buried in a book and from what he could see; Lukas noted absently that he was a blond. A very cute blond.
Okay, that thought needed to go back into the closet it shouldn’t have crawled out from.
“Hey, do you mind if I take a seat?” Lukas consciously kept his powers from leaking out, from causing any form of suggestion and he leaned against the back of a chair, resting part of his weight on the wood, waiting. He was tempted to take the book away but he restrained himself. Best not make enemies this early in the year right?
*** WORDS ;; 735 (just the post, no coding) MUSE ;; came then went (sigh) LISTENING ;; Would You Marry Me, Lee Seung Gi
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Post by jacen on Oct 3, 2010 3:10:07 GMT -7
Jacen glanced up, to see someone had, in fact, come to talk to him. It wasn't like Jacen was shy or anything, or antisocial. Just a tad out of his place. Maybe this guy could help, somehow. Jacen hadn't seen him walk in, or else he'd know who his parents were, and who the divine one was. He'd heard rumors of monster children here. He'd never met one before... did Scylla, or Medusa have a kid? They were, in some ways, more famous than the gods were.
They didn't have them on Tamalpais. Of course they had dracanae and empousa, and even leukrokota and a Nemean Lion, but a child of one of these... creatures, for lack of a better word? What would a chimaera's kin look like, he wondered? Euch. That would be... interesting.
Jacen quickly corrected his thoughts. He wasn't prejudiced, not at all, just grotesquely curious. Would the children be intelligent, he wondered? I mean, things like cyclops, or Cerberus? They were... pretty inhuman. How they would have kids with... no. THAT was a gross line of thought that had to stop.
Anyway, he was still there, of course, gently kicking the chair to get his attention, and Jacen realized he thought he was still reading his book. In truth, Jacen had quit reading it fifteen minutes before. It was some boring old Roman-style copy of a Greek legends anthology... a copied work with no style, no truth, basically all exaggerations with not 1% of actual myth.
He looked up again. The boy was staring at him weirdly... well, come to think of it, not staring so much as looking. Trying to see all of Jacen, as much as he could, without being too obvious about it. Well, we have only just met. Maybe he knows some girls around here? He sorta seemed like the type... or, maybe not. Whatever.
"Sure, go ahead. Its more yours than mine, after all. Jacen went back to reading, and was three sentences down the page when he realized how rude he would seem. He should talk, start a conversation.
"So.... who's your parent, then?", Jacen asked, trying to be polite, kind, and conversational at the same time. It wasn't easy, not for him.
Words: 384 Muse: Again, missing from existence.
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