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Post by novembermason on Feb 4, 2011 18:17:50 GMT -7
November tried her best to hide her disappointment as Alexa walked away. Classes. Did Alexa really have classes? Maybe. She couldn’t see Apate or Pseudologos around anywhere, but if they didn’t want her to see them, well, she wouldn’t see hide nor hair of them or even have an inkling they’d been somewhere. Hell, the only reason she could ever tell they’d been places was because they wanted her to, for whatever capricious reasons they’d had at the time they’d decided to leave a trail.
She saw Steve—or Stefan Caleb Della Vega, as Lady Persephone had called him—smirking in the general direction of her and Jacen. Whatever. He could do what he liked. November leaned over and reached into the shadow of her arm, wanting to get a book from her room or something, and her fingers met with wood.
Stupid sun. Stupid daytime. Stupid son of Zeus. November was usually as far from your stereotypical teenage girl as it was possible to get (like, in fact, most actual teenage girls…which leads one to wonder exactly where the stereotype came from) but she had just been threatened with a giant ball of lightning energy, wet through, blow-dried, blown off by her crush, and she was tired, far more tired than she’d thought she’d be.
She frowned, then took a deep breath. This could all be solved by a couple hours of sleep, right? Right. But first she should probably try and do something about getting Jacen off of weed duty.
November bowed to Lady Persephone again. “Your highness,” she said, biting her lip. “It really wasn’t Jacen’s fault. I tripped on Stefan, who did his son-of-Zeus shtick, and he kind of freaked out. And he did fix the archery range. Well, sort of.”
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Post by Persephone on Feb 7, 2011 6:54:04 GMT -7
Her work was done here. All in all Persephone was ready to shimmer out and return to her office. Even though slapping these boys with a detention each had taken some of the edge off her irritation, there were still other things that required her attention. Assignments needed to be marked, and there was also the logistics of running a school to worry about. If everything went wahoonie shaped with the quest, it would soon been the logistics of a school under siege. Such thoughts made Persephone's expression even colder though anyone looking at her now would have thought that that was impossible to achieve. Such were her dark thoughts, and Persephone had a sinking feeling that none of these children knew the danger that they were in. That they were all in.
This was confirmed when one of the girls opened her mouth, letting a stream of excuses fall out. In response, Persephone simply stared out into the middle distance, giving the girl her profile as she kept silent. If you were the optimistic sort you would have thought that the Goddess was actually listening and would agree. What was going through Persephone's mind though was weather or not she could turn the trio into flowers and be done with it. She had been dealing with teenagers, both of the living and dead variety, for centuries but it never seemed to amaze her how simple logic could fly over their heads.
"Do not seek to insult my intelligence." If she was pissed that this girl had compared her to Jacen...to just an ordinary half blood, it didn't show. But oh..she was pissed alright. What did this little girl know about what she did when she needed to vent? How dare she compare the circumstances that Persephone had to face every day with one boy's showboating. The goddess fought down the urge to snarl and turn them all into flowers and after a pause simply said. "There is a lot of injustice in this world, don't tell me that he is going to go out there and cause a minor storm every time someone around him is less then nice to someone else." Persephone paused and then turned her cold gaze on Alexa. "It would have been much more impressive if he had settle this quietly then to bluster about like some idiot. This is a school." You could cut the emphasis on the last word with a chainsaw. "It's where we teach you other alternatives to solving problems. It's where we teach you control...and if he hasn't learned his lessons then perhaps he should be held back a class or three." She didn't look at Jacen when she said this, in fact Jacen had ceased to matter at all after she had given him his detention slip.
"You are a daughter of Athena. Shouldn't you know that control of a situation is everything, especially when tensions are high?" Persephone had to wonder what Athena would have thought about this daughter and wasn't going to be holding her breath for forthcoming praise. And then the girl complained of a headache of some sort and Persephone was stepping away. If it was serious there were satyrs and the children of Apollo...healing itself was not within her sphere of influence and besides that idiot named Jacen Grey chose to open his mouth and say something useless. Persephone knew enough teenagers down the centuries, both of the living and dead variety, and knew how to respond to base sarcasm.
"Two months." She said, her tone utterly unimpressed by him and his stupid excuses. As she said this the words on his detention slip changed from two weeks to two months. And then just as she was about to finally shimmer away the other girl spoke up proving that her earlier speech had been a total waste of breath. Children. She was starting to forget the perks of this 'job.' "It is his fault." Why was she even trying? These kids were as thick as mortals trapped in mist. "As soon as he lashed out with his paltry powers then the blame is on him. How can you possibly justify him destroying an archery range just because of your carelessness and a few mean words?" She was wasting her time she really was, Persephone had to hope that it was just these few who were so stupid and not every other student at the school...now that would have been a cause of worry.
"Yes." This was in answer to Stefan. "I am done here. But you can stand over there for another two hours." There meant in a sunny patch. She was feeling vindictive and she didn't like back talk of any sort. And besides she was keeping him away from the girl he had on his arm and that was perhaps the worse punishment in this circumstance.
Words: 831 Muse: Unimpressed. Notes: Finally done.
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Post by jacen on Feb 7, 2011 10:17:32 GMT -7
Okay, now he was mad. A dozen curses flew through his brain in English, Spanish, and Greek, eventually mixing until they were completely undecipherable.
He knew Persephone was one of the more vicious goddesses, one of the moody, b*tchy ones. He also knew he hadn't had a chance at changing her mind, or even regaining control after the energy ball had been dropped.
He was trapped; either do nothing, look brave yet petulant, and resign to two months of weeding, which was the wise option, or embarrass himself, be honest, come across as a total idiot, etc.
Jacen hadn't, for once, meant disrespect with his sarcasm, but had intended to merely point out without exactly saying that he couldn't have helped it. Fat lot that did him; another month!
Stuck between being honest and setting things right, and looking brave and wise, he sat down on the bench Alexa had rested on. His father had taught him to be honest, above all things, but if he got the rep of being the crazy psychotic, jumpy trauma victim, he'd be stuck with it for ever.
He decided to compromise; instead of being brass monkey mad, and being openly disrespectful to one of the most dangerous forces of the world, he would be calm, collected, and self-depricating.
"My Lady," he said softly, his voice low so it wouldn't break, "When I was tortured by the Titans, Perses liked to make things explode next to me, constantly, so I wouldn't get any sleep, and so I would suffer continuous shrapnel wounds."
"Now, I know I'm useless, that I am too dense to understand your simple logic, and that we mortals cannot understand, nor will we ever, your level of higher thinking," he murmured, "but torture and pain are remembered in the deepest parts of the human psyche, next to reflex fight or flight, and self-preservation."
He began to pray that when he opened his eyes, he wouldn't be a rose, or a daisy. No, he was more of a hearty redwood, anyway.
Words: 359 Muse: Cheeky and self-important
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