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Post by Tony du Rone on Jan 29, 2011 15:08:17 GMT -7
Tonight was the night, he was sure of it. He would finally catch that sexy little minx that was taunting him, and have his wicked way with her.
"Got you," he crowed triumphantly as he put a hand on her shoulder turning her around to face him. His heart raced as he got his first real look at her face, only to show that she was not a she, but a him, a rather attractive young him at that, not that it really bothered Tony too much. The object of his desire was exactly that, no matter if it was boy or girl.
"How about you let me show you a good time sexy..." Tony offered dropping to his knees unzipping the boy's pants, looking up at the boy, only to find that it wasn't the same hot young boy he saw earlier, but the stern frowning face of Jupiter. Tony fell backward with shock only to see Juno's head emerge from the now open trousers...
"Jupiter's turtle!!!" Tony bellowed bolting upright in his cot, lines of sweat trickling down his bare torso. He scrubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands trying to keep the image from being burned into his retinas.
"Everything Ok boss?" prodded Tony's owl Bubo.
"Yeah yeah, I'm fine, just a freaky dream that's all."
"I'd imagine seeing Jupiter's penis would be rather freaky..."
"Shove it Bubo," he flung his pillow at the bird's perch, rolling out of his cot headed for the communal boys latrine. He padded over to the sink and splashed a little water in his face hoping it would clean his head so he could go back to sleep. He took a deep lung full of air, enjoying it's crispness as he trotted back to his tent, it was still pretty late, probably around 1 or 2 in the morning, plenty of time to get a little more sleep before morning exercises. He scooped up his pillow, jamming it over his head as he crawled back into his cot drifting back into dream land.
There she was again, that ever present object of sensual desire that always managed to elude him, but this time would be different, not as different as the last time...she shuddered at the thought forcing it out of his mind as he chased after this beautiful woman. She seemed to slow down as she discarded her clothing haplessly. "Oh she wants to be caught," he grinned and he caught her by the arm turning her toward him slowly, aware of what happened the last time, heaving a sigh of relief as the girl remained a girl. With a pair of firm supple breasts to die for, ginning like a kid in the candy store he peaked up at the woman's face revealing a very angry looking Juno. "What are you doing?" Tony turned 10 shades of red as he mumbled, "Nothing, just looking at..."
"JUNO'S TITS," Tony was once again bolt upright in the cot covered in sweat, but this time he was also sick to his stomach. He scrambled out of bed grabbing a bucket off the floor with the word Phillip engraved on the side, and promptly deposited all of the contents of his stomach inside the bucket, possibly along with a few of his internal organs.
"Another 'freaky dream' boss?" Tony glared at the bird as he threw up what he was pretty sure was his large intestines into poor Phillip the Bucket.
"You know boss, I would advise you to keep your dreams out of Jupiter and Juno's bed, they aren't exactly exhibitionists you know..." that made Tony retch so hard he passed out right there on the floor, luckily with his head outside of the bucket.
Tony was back in that familiar place, that taunting girl off in the distance, just out of reach. "NO! I will NOT have Juno ruin another of my sex dreams!" He said and planted himself firmly on the ground shutting his eyes tight and humming to himself like a five year old.
"Tony...Tony, TONY!" came and increasingly persistent voice.
"WHAT?!" he bellowed looking around, seeing that that former object of his desire was now his mother, Minerva, dressed in full battle armor with a stern look on her face.
"Great, just f*cking great! First Juno ruins two of my sex dreams, and now my mother's ruining another one. At this rate I'm going to be scarred for life, and never going to get laid," He sulked, slightly surprised he hadn't woken up yet.
"Juno? Sex dream?" Minerva looked puzzled for a moment, then shaking her head continued, "Never mind all that right now. I need for you to break camp and take your Legion east. Head for the desert, there you will find the answers to another scar you bare,"
"Which one," he grummped as he gestured to the numerous battle scars he had earned during his years with the Legions.
"The one that holds the most mystery, and the most meaning to you. She will find you, but she will not come alone, be prepared..."
Before Tony could even think to ask what to be prepared for, he was jarred awake to the sound of a bugle sounding Reveille. He groaned forcing his aching body into wakefulness. "Gods it's going to be a looooong day," was the only thought on his mind.
Word Count: 964 Muse: violently ill Tags: Only Roman Demigods
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Post by dianalermann on Feb 2, 2011 11:12:00 GMT -7
The bugle sounded loudly, and Diana Lermann turned over and buried her face in the pillow. “It is way, way too early for this,” she muttered. “Especially what with that dream.”
It had been a very…interesting dream, and given that she was a demigod, that meant very extreme. It had included all of her brothers and sisters—not unusual, given that Discordia liked to get visitations over with as quickly as possible—and though the details were vague now, Diana could have sworn her mother had said something about a desert. And, of course, Tony Du Rone would lead them. He was the best choice, being a son of Minerva, but you could almost have thought he was a son of Jupiter what his obsession with girls.
Right. Okay. Go to desert. Be lead by Tony and his libido. Don’t die. That was, essentially, the gist of her mother’s instructions. And also a warning about the earth. What the hell could the earth do? Quake? Diana knew those were destructive, but they weren’t malicious. Unless, of course, a god was behind them…there was something gnawing on the back of her brain. Ugh. She hated it when that happened.
She rolled out of bed, got dressed, stuck her head into the boys’ tent and shook Mark awake, splashed some water on her face, and pulled her hair back. Okay, morning routine finished. Time to see Tony about why, exactly, he was in her dreams. “Hey, Diana, where ya going?” asked one of her sisters.
“Talk to Tony about that dream we had,” said Diana, stifling a yawn. “Don’t kill each other, ‘kay?”
“’kay. Good luck.”
Diana jogged over to the Minerva section and stopped outside Tony’s tent. “Hey, Tony! You up yet?”
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Post by Neha Catria Lark on Feb 2, 2011 12:52:11 GMT -7
The bugle sounded, ringing loud in her semi-empty tent and with a lazy air, Neha Lark slid out of bed. It wasn’t as if she had been terribly too asleep and she had been thinking of one of her father’s rare visits to her, through her dream of course. He had mentioned a threat, something waking and something about a desert. Without a doubt and even if he didn’t mention it, Neha knew that this quest was to be lead by Tony Du Rone, one of Minerva’s sons and their Praetor for the legion.
Her father didn’t stay long nor did her dreams interconnect with other demis in the camp but she figured that this was probably something on a big enough scale to alert everyone. She hummed absently as she tugged on a clean tunic and jeans over her undergarments and after lacing her shoes quickly, she slipped out of her tent. She shoved her hands into her pockets and hummed lightly before making her way towards the Minerva’s part of the camp and where she knew Tony Du Rone’s tent would be.
To be truthful, Neha was a bit hesitant on going towards Tony’s tent. After all, it wasn’t everyday when someone just screams, “Jupiter’s turtle” or “Juno’s tits” during the night. Neha hated how sometimes she was a light sleeper. But at the same time, those were weird things to wake up to. She wondered and with a light tug to her hair, she moved towards the other’s tent.
Of the demis in the camp, Tony wasn’t quite the person she was closest to. They got along just fine but there were those moments where he would push her buttons just right and tick her off. They probably had a love-hate relationship going on. As she moved towards the tent, she noted another girl coming out and for a moment, she couldn’t place her name then…Diana. Discordia’s daughter.
”I am the spawn of Satan Diana,” Neha greeted lightly as she approached the other girl and she stood next to her in front of their “leader’s” tent. ”Yah! Du Rone! Are you done dreaming about Jupiter’s turtle and Juno’s tits yet?”
A tad more vulgar that she was used to herself, Neha grinned through when she imagined his response. At her side, Grendel hummed low in his throat and lightly butted his head against her hand.
”Are you sure that’s a smart idea Neha m’dear? He might not let you go on this quest,” Neha hummed and bent to scratch the dog’s ears. He whined softly in pleasure and Neha grinned.
”Never been scared before Grendel. Never,” Tagged ;; Tony Du Rone, Diana Lermann Words ;; 435 (without coding) Muse ;; mostly here strangely...she never sticks around Listening to ;; Nothing Lasts Forever - Girl's Day Notes ;; (much shorter than my post for lukas DX aishhh ^^ )
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Tony du Rone
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Post by Tony du Rone on Feb 2, 2011 17:42:13 GMT -7
"Boss, oh Boss.spank me hard BOSS WAKE UP, YOU'VE GOT COMPANY," Bubo complained as Tony still lay prone on the floor.
"Tell them to go away, I died or something tragic like that, and that they all should cry, if they don't I'll haunt them and poke them in the eyes until they're noclopses," Tony groaned out unwilling to move his tortured, sleepless body from the ground.
"Noclopses?...Have I mentioned you're odd? But that's beside the point. The point is, only you and your lovely siblings can understand me. If I went out there they would just stare at me like a bunch of guppies, eyes unblinking...lips moving as they try to comprehend the greatness that is me..."
"Ok ok ok, enough already. Gods, I have never met anyone with an ego as big as yours, which is saying something feather bag." Painfully he pushed himself upright, gingerly making his way over to his pack, digging out a pair of shorts and pulling them one while stepping into his shoes. He creeped out of his tent feeling and looking more like death warmed over than the leader of a bunch of Roman warrior-demigods.
"If you people had the night I had, you wouldn't be so perky either. Let's talk over breakfast, then break camp in about 2 hours. Oscar," He flagged down a near by faun. "Could you bring me a mug of tea, don't really matter what kind, just something easy on the stomach, and by that I mean my stomach not yours. I don't want any more of your 'rust water tea' that sh*t's nasty,"
He made his way over to the camp fire where some of the Ceres troopers had a cauldron of barley porridge simmering. He dolled out a helping into his mess kit and took a seat near the fire eating slowly.
"So here's the deal, I had some freaky ass dreams last night, that's what the yelling was about, and no I won't go into details, I'd prefer the contents of my stomach to remain right where they are. But I can say this, we have our marching orders, more or less. In one of my dreams Minerva instructed that we are to head east towards the desert. Given that we're in California, that is a rather broad statement, so unless any of you have more detailed information, I vote we head to Nevada first, if we don't find whatever it is we're supposed to find, we move on to Utah. I get the feeling we need to ultimately head to Arches National Park. But that's just a feeling, I have nothing to back that up, which is why I'm suggesting we make a stop in Nevada first. Any thoughts?" He paused taking a sip from his tea, feeling immensely better. It wasn't just the food and drink, but the fact that they were getting down to business, was enough to distract him from his unfortunate dreams.
Word Count: 520 Muse: Not too bad at all
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Post by Neha Catria Lark on Feb 8, 2011 22:36:48 GMT -7
There was a moment where Neha hesitated, wondering if she should yell again because it seemed to take forever for their leader to haul his butt out of the tent. She frowned and huffed, half bent on yelling again and she stepped forward—only to stumble backwards when the flap opened and Tony, in his not so presentable glory stumbled out of the tent.
There was a moment where before his tent flap finished closing where Neha noted that his bucket for excrements and similar stuff was almost half full with what looked like vomit. Her nose wrinkled and Neha decided not to mention his less than presentable-ness unless he mentioned it himself. Next to her, Grendel whined and Neha knew that he could smell the most likely awful stench rising from the erm…bucket.
The vomit in the bucket probably had something to do with Tony dreaming of erm…”Jupiter’s turtle” and “Juno’s tits”. Neha made a face and shook her head, her hair whipping around her face. She did not want to know what he was dreaming about. They had other matters to attend to.
She felt a little silly following their leader as he stumbled, a little bit like a sleepless drunk or something, out of his tent, gave orders to a satyr and proceeded to sit down next to some children of Ceres whom were boiling up a cauldron of barley porridge. Neha absently took a bowl and nodded to some of them before settling down next to him. Her foot tapped absently in the dirt and she hummed lightly. There was a moment in between spooning a well, spoon of porridge into her mouth and listening to him where Neha winced, the porridge a little too hot for her tongue. Somewhat comedically, something that wasn’t seen much in the children of Pluto, she fanned her tongue, her spoon dropping into her bowl.
“Freaky ass dreams huh? I get you,” Neha managed somewhat coherently over the fanning of her tongue. No doubt she was going to get a dream later discussing her etiquette or lack thereof. After a moment of childishly poking her tongue, Neha placed her tongue back in her mouth, probed her mouth with it for a moment before returning to the discussion. “Well, it wasn’t freaky enough for me to comment about erm, the Roman God’s genitals but it was enough to get the message across. Of course daddy-dear doesn’t like to make his messages long,”
Next to her, Grendel whined and Neha placed her bowl next to him before flagging a Ceres child for another bowl. A little lazy of her and this time she let the bowl rest in her lap, letting it cool a bit.
“Neha, can you tell your cousins that meat would be appreciated next time in the porridge,” Neha hummed and bent to scratch the dog’s ears. His tail wagged and Neha uttered lightly, “Don’t complain Grendel. Food is food whether it is tasty or not,” She then turned her attention to Tony and raised an eyebrow.
“Deserts. Lovely. Daddy-dear didn’t mention that I don’t think,” She paused for a moment then she tapped her chin. “No wait. He did. Lovely, we get to walk through blazing deserts. Yippee,” her eyes rolled and she flipped some hair over her shoulders. “I dun’ like deserts in all honesty. Too hot, too troublesome. But if we must, we’ve no other choice. So starting in Nevada isn’t an issue to me. The ‘rent wasn’t all that specific. He just said what I needed to know then he left,” Neha stirred her spoon in her bowl before taking a careful bite this time. It was considerably a lot cooler and Neha noted that she was hungrier than she had originally though she was.
Tagged ;; Tony Du Rone, Diana Lermann Words ;; 630 (without coding) Muse ;; semi-conscious after a chem test Listening to ;; Before the Dawn - Infinite Notes ;; (ehh...an okay post for some post-test inspiration)
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Post by Tony du Rone on Feb 17, 2011 17:13:38 GMT -7
His aching guts protested far less now that he stuffed it full of rather bland porridge and weak tea. It was pretty standard as far as camp fare was concerned, but at the moment it felt all the world like ambrosia and nectar to Tony. Almost enough to distract him from his duties, but not quite. He listened to his cousin, who by rights, should have been leading the Legion as a daughter of one of the Big Three, but her rather airheadish prattle made it rather clear why she wasn't.
"Hey, you didn't see what I saw, if you had, you would have done the same thing. But that completely beside the point. The gods were sending us messages, no matter how unpleasant they may have been. Which means we have little choice but to heed those messages, and start our Campaign eastward as soon as possible." he took a sip of his cooling tea various plans, tactics and strategies racing through his mind as he thought about their destination.
What strategic value would there be to having a demigod presence in Nevada? Perhaps there was a monster infestation or something...no that would not answer the questions about that strange little scar he had below his left eye. The was the only one he had only a vague recollection of, but not enough to give him a clear memory. His mother had said "...head for the desert, there you will find the answers to another scar you bare. The one that holds the most mystery, and the most meaning to you. She will find you, but she will not come alone, be prepared..." She...what she...he puzzled over it for a moment deciding to entertain the idea that this "she" may be a person...or a goddess...Juno maybe? He visibly shuttered at the thought.
"Neha, could the rock arches in Utah, be used as gateways from the Underworld and other places?" he asked plotting out a whole new plan. "My mother said something about 'she will find you,' could this person, or being use the Arches to gain a beach head into our world? If that's the case, then we'll need to send an advanced party to Arches first..." thoughts and plans were coming more rapidly now, so fast he practically forgot everyone around him.
"That's it. New plan, I'll take a small scouting party to Arches first. If we find anything we'll send a messenger back to the main body of the Legion, if not we'll join them back in Nevada. Right, neha you're with me, we'll need a Mercury trooper to come along...who else wants to join?"
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Post by dianalermann on Feb 19, 2011 12:00:58 GMT -7
“Well, I think I kind of noticed the freaky-ass dream part,” said Diana dryly. “Most people don’t yell about the sky god’s genitals when they’re having normal dreams.” Diana frowned. “Deserts, huh? Well, my honored Mother said something about you and your libido leading us into a desert. She was kidding about that second part, by the way. Well, probably. It’s hard to tell, with most gods.”
Rock arches. Gates. Weren’t they somehow connected or something? Her mother hadn’t said anything about that…or had she? Keep the gates closed…
Alright, Discordia had said that. Keep the gates closed. O-kaaaay, how was that supposed to work? It was kind of hard to barricade a giant stone arch. Especially when whatever might come through could, in all likelihood, smash right through whatever paltry defenses they could erect before the solstice like they were so much tissue paper. It might not be the solstice, but it probably would be. Gods just loved time limits like “before midsummer day” or “before the longest night of the year”. It was just a god thing. Diana accepted a bowl of porridge from a Ceres camper, and absentmindedly ate a few spoonfuls, barely tasting it. What, exactly, were they in for here? And what was going on?
She wished that thing gnawing on the back of her brain would just reveal itself already. Something to do with the malicious earth. Gah. She ought to be able to remember it.
“Scouting party sounds good,” Diana said when Tony had finished stating his plans. “And Tracy’s fairly good at riding herd on my lovely half-siblings and their varied vagaries. I’ll go.” Who knew? It might even be fun. Well, for a given value of “fun”. Still.
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Post by remington on Mar 6, 2011 18:08:14 GMT -7
Remy was freaked. First he hadn't gotten to bed until late last night. There had been the mishap of someone putting a lock on the chest by their bed, and that couldn't be left like that! So he had to sneak into the tent very late and undo the lock without waking anyone up. Unfortunately, it had been in the Venus tent, and some of the them had woken up. They had completely taken his intent wrong, and chased him all over the camp. Remy thought it had been fun, but now he regretted staying up so late. Now he was having some sort of dream vision from Mercury.
"There's a quest about to happen Remington," began Mercury, "and I think you will want to be on it. Lots of traveling, lots of adventure." Remy had been about to reply, when he heard something in the distance. "Well you better get going. Wouldn't want to be late on a quest day." It took a moment for Remy to register this, then his eyes widened in shock.
Waking himself up, he saw that no one else was left in the tent. Jerks! They hadn't played a trick on him, which was lucky, but he still had to be late to morning call. Scrambling out of bed, he threw on some clothes and grabbed the bag of gifts from Mercury he had owned since a small child. Sneaking out of his tent, he began to stay to shadows and head towards the gathering place. If one of the officers found out, he would be in so much trouble, and then they'd lecture him! So long not being able to do what he wanted. It would be such a shame, so it wouldn't happen.
Arriving at the campfire, he managed to steal a bowl of porridge and sat near Tony, the leader. He heard something about a quest, and his spirits sank. It was something important. He would never get to go. Something about gateways to the Underworld or some such. Exiting, but to important to let him in.
Pouting, Remy blew on his porridge until it cooled off enough for him to eat. Right as he was about to take a spoonful, Tony mentioned something about a Mercury trooper. Remy was a Mercury trooper!
"Oh! Can I go! Please say I can go. It'll be so much fun!" Remy said, jumping up and spilling the porridge on the ground. He heard a few grumble from the fauns, who would have to clean it up, but Remy didn't pay them any attention.
"Please Tony, please let me come."
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Post by Tony du Rone on Mar 29, 2011 8:52:38 GMT -7
Troopers were agreeing with him without any back talk or complaint...that was a first, and steeled his resolve that they were doing the "right thing". It wasn't often that the gods spoke to their children, in dreams or otherwise, and to find out that half the Legion had been in communication with their parents just seemed to drive home the fact that, something big and probably very dangerous was about to go down. Tony couldn't help but frown a little with concern. If things were that dangerous, what could a bunch of teenagers actually do about it, amazing powers and abilities or not.
He could feel their eyes boring into him as he considered Remy's request to join the expedition. He had said that a Mercury kid should join them, but he hadn't quite expected one so young. A rather nagging and annoying part of him that tended to play the "concerned older brother" immediately kicked in with the knee jerk reaction to tell the little imp "no", but then a more calculated part of him began weighing the strategic value of having him along. The boy was fast for one, and no matter who tight the situation got, Remy always managed for find a way out of it, even if it was just in the nick of time.
"Alright Remy, you're in. Just remember this is serious work not a game, so no swiping our supplies or any of that. The more I think about this, the more I feel we need to get there fast..." Tony paused as he considered an option that hadn't really occurred to him until this moment.
"In fact, I may have a job for you right now," He commented a sly smile spreading across his features. "How would you like to, ahem procure us a set of wheels...a very fast set of wheels..." the twinkle in Tony's stormy gray eyes rivaled that of any of Mercury's children as he put a brotherly arm around Remy's should mentally plotting out the potential for this little endeavor.
Word Count: 357 (raw) Muse: kinda there kinda not Tags: Remy and the rest of the Romans
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Post by lenorakirkwood on Apr 1, 2011 20:26:48 GMT -7
Dreams weren't really supposed to mean anything, right? They were supposed to be just things that your subconscious mind latched onto from the events of your previous day or a means to work things out that you normally didn't even think about. Well, not if you were a demi god! No, you either talked to your parent or you dream about a quest or some other thing that normal humans don't dream about.
So, what did Nora Kirkwood dream about that night before her father, Apollo, butted in? Well, she was in a grassy field. The tall grass tickled her bare legs as she ran through it, her fingers trailing along the tips of the grass as she laughed. She smiled as she looked over her shoulder at a male form racing after her. She couldn't see his face clearly. All she knew was that fun things might happen if she were to let him catch her. She tripped over a log then, going down hard. She relaxed her body at the last moment so that the impact wouldn't hurt as badly. One thing they teach you in the 2nd Legion is how to fall in the first days that you're there. Or maybe its something she learned on her own. She couldn't exactly remember.
Lenora braced for the impact of hard earth and instead found that the ground was as soft as a bed of pillows. Dark brown eyes widened as she looked at the ground only to find that she was no longer in the field anymore, but laying on a cloud. She blinked and slowly stood up, turning in a circle as she did, in complete bewilderment at the change of scenery in her dream. "Interesting choice of dream, Nora. I especially like the faceless boy..," said Apollo from behind her. The brunette gal turned around real fast, blushing at her father's comments. "Can't say that I'm not glad..Since that means that I don't have to worry about a boy corrupting your naive mind yet.."
Nora cleared her throat then, trying hard not to stutter in front of her father. "I..I assume you're not here to comment on my..naivete, father?," she asked as gave him a pained smile. Her father tapped his nose and said, "Right on the money, Nora Kirkwood. There's going to be a quest led by Tony Du Rone. It'll take place in the desert. Your skills, I'm sure he'll find, shall be much appreciated on this one. Beyond that, that's all you need to know."
"B-but--Me?!," she asked, biting her lip a bit then before trying to slip in the big 'why', but he was already fading away, leaving Nora to wake up all the sudden. She sat upright in her cot and groaned as she raked her fingers through her long dark chocolate tresses. She snagged a few tangles and groaned again as she rolled out of bed and got dressed just in time for breakfast.
She went over the words she was going to say in her head to Tony. Ah, Tony..The handsome blonde son of Minerva. Though, mostly he seemed to act as if he was the unlikely love child of Minerva and Venus or Cupid with his playboy ways. His very presence usually made her all tongue-tied and stuttery. So, now that she knew she'd have to confront him, Nora was coming up with a game plan. She ran out of time before she could actually perfect her argument. So, when she saw him leading Remy from Mercury's tent away with a proposal for the younger boy to grab them some wheels, she just dove right in and said the first thing that came to mind.
"...Y-you know, you could just grab some pegasi and a chariot from the stable...for the quest," she said, proud that she'd only stuttered once, thank you very much.
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Post by Neha Catria Lark on Apr 8, 2011 16:18:25 GMT -7
[well crap, I modified this on accident and I lost the entire post. go figure. just my luck. Luckily this thread is dead right? XP]
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Post by triss on Apr 8, 2011 20:38:48 GMT -7
Bellatrix made her way to the circle of Romans though she didn’t know what they were talking about she could sense the excitement and tension in the air. Plus there had been rumors of a quest going on around the camp from what she could tell it had to do with the desert, a hot and generally disliked place. That wasn’t exactly Bella’s idea of fun but when were quests ever fun? They always spelled out certain doom for pretty much everyone. She listened into the conversation and tried to fill in what she missed from what she could tell there was a strategy going on as well as plans for travel which she assumed the pegasi were for. She couldn’t really tell what the big fuss is about and it was annoying her a bit.
“I have a feeling I missed something really important here” Bellatrix said a tad bit annoyed though tried to keep it under control. As a daughter of Mars if she got angry bad things happened which usually meant broken ribs or worse….Bella will let your mind think up the worse part. Anxious Bellatrix looked from face to face all of them seemed to know something that Bellatrix didn’t, which of course made her temper flare a little bit more. She wanted to help her friends and fellow Roman Demi-gods but for her to assist them she needed to know what the problem was.
Obviously she could help them until anymore of her siblings showed up for now Bellatrix was the only child of Mars at the moment though she hoped that would change soon. Hopefully one day the number of Roman Demigods will out rule the number of Greek Demigods, though at the moment that seemed to only be a mere wish for her. She tried praying to her father for siblings to help her time her but so far they have gone unanswered maybe this was the sign she had been hoping for…though she seriously doubted it.
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