Mount Olympus

The Musical Tardis wrote:

Kendall wrote:Mousika shrugged. Personally, she didn't care much for recognition; few people knew her, but enough so that she could still live on. "I'm just a very minor goddess; there are so many music and art related gods, after all. The most popular ones tend to be those who govern other things in addition to the arts."

"That's true. Like Apollo with the Prophecies." I said, stealing a glance at the sun god. I smiled at my mother again, and sipped my now lukewarm cocoa. I took a deep breath and blew it out for a count of 16.

Chronos wrote:"Oh. How many children do you have?"

xXVickyXx wrote:Anne took her sword back stood up and gave Chiara a dirty look.She told Ares"then who would be killing me?The goddess of peace?"Like seriously,the goddess of peace wouldn't touch me,she thought.Ares look pretty annoyed with Anne and that peace goddess.

Kendall wrote:"I am proud of all my children who do good for the world," Athena told her daughter, a bit flatly -- as if it should be obvious. She couldn't help it, however; she was used to finding she knew more than mortals, even fellow gods, after several thousand years. "You, Annabeth, Malcolm -- you're all wonderfully intelligent to me. It does not matter whether or not you are a strategic planner for wars or games, or an inventor of the highest prominence. Do things to the best of your ability, and for good, and you will make me proud."

Kendall wrote:"And I also expected better of you: Do you always put on a wannabe tough person facade like that?" Ares asked her flippantly, drawing a long Celestial bronze knife from his belt. He used it to clean dirt from under his fingernails, probably from when he'd been in the mountains fighting a few hellhounds for the hell of it yesterday; he was often out travelling and picking fights, so he couldn't ever be sure where this mystery dirt came from. The god wasn't really bothered by Chiara's behavior; many of his kids were like that, especially in his presence (and when he chose not to rein in his magical anger/battle lust aura). It always ended up being amusing to him.

Morgan Landry wrote:"Girl, are you or are you not a daughter of Ares?" she asked with scorn in her voice. "If you're too much of a wimp to deal with massacre, then why don't you just go back hiding in your mother's skirts, huh?"

xXVickyXx wrote:
"Why I don't go back to hiding in my mothers skirts,first of all I'm not a coward,and second she's dead."Anne said.She originally like hiding but not in a cowardly way.In a way she would pop out and fight.

Morgan Landry wrote:"You're not a coward?" Chiara laughed. "You knelt down two seconds ago in front of me, asking me to kill you, without a fight!"

She gave Anne an insultingly mocking smirk.

"Then you talk about senseless slaughter... And you call yourself a daughter of the god of War?" Chiara looked her up and down with evident scorn. "I didn't know such failures could happen in our cabin, but you're the living proof. Perhaps your mother died because she realized that."

Now that was incredibly harsh, even from Chiara, but Ares's aura was casting its angry and combative influence on her.

xXVickyXx wrote:"No Chiara she lived for me,she said I was the only reason why she lived.She wouldn't have gone through brain cancer that long for nothing okay?"She said.Then it was Anne's turn to insult Chiara,so she said"you probably wouldn't understand since you heart is cold,your very cold-hearted,it gives me the chills.Thats actually why I'm wearing my jacket."

Kendall wrote:"And the sun -- always important," Mousika chimed in. She glanced at a large clock hanging over the doors of the room; it was nighttime now, apparently. Soon, Aurora would have to leave and then... and then what? Nothing much for Mousika.

Kendall wrote:Ares had mainly tuned out of the conversation by now, picking at his nails with his knife. He had tuned out as soon as he'd made his last comment; it wasn't worth his time or energy to respond anymore. If his daughters had any sense -- but he had finally concluded they had little, or none at all -- they would shut up before one of the other gods around them lit their hair on fire or the like.

Finally, the god of war got annoyed and looked up at them, scowling: "I suggest you two shut the hell up before I decide to skin you both alive and use your skins as improvements on my motorcycle seat. You, Anne, sound like a tragic sap. Cut it out; no child of mine is going to sound like that. And you, Chiara, even I know not to mess with brain cancer, so you can shut your [CENSORED] trap and get the hell out. And if you won't, that's fine too; I'm sure getting tossed off Olympus is a nice way to exit. I'm sure your stepdad would love to see you again."

Cue glares from Athena and Zeus and a bunch of other gods within a fifty foot radius.

Morgan Landry wrote:Chiara fell silent. The reference to her stepfather stung in her chest, and it felt like Ares had just pushed a tree branch into her thoracic cage. She glared at her divine father. Hate burnt her tongue.

"Don't. Ever. Talk about that again," she said in a whisper she wanted to sound deadly, but couldn't quite bring herself to.

What happened to her stepfather was her business only, and she wouldn't have anybody, not even an immortal god of war who happened to be her biological father, to bring it up. She took out her boot knife and pointed it at Ares.

"Throw me off Olympus if you want," she grunted. "Like your mother once did with her own son. Family traditions."

The Musical Tardis wrote:

Kendall wrote:"And the sun -- always important," Mousika chimed in. She glanced at a large clock hanging over the doors of the room; it was nighttime now, apparently. Soon, Aurora would have to leave and then... and then what? Nothing much for Mousika.

I noticed a large clock hanging on the wall. It was getting late. I would have to go back to camp soon. "Well, I have to go. It was amazing meeting and talking to you!!!" I gave my mother a hug, walked toward the elevator. I stole a glance back, and waved goodbye as the elevator doors closed. Back home I go.

High Warlock of Brooklyn wrote:OOC: I thought you were going to close the topic at Jan 5th. When then?

Morgan Landry wrote:OOC: Nice stroke about her stepfather, Kenny ^^ I didn't know you'd remember this.

Kendall wrote:Ares had mainly tuned out of the conversation by now, picking at his nails with his knife. He had tuned out as soon as he'd made his last comment; it wasn't worth his time or energy to respond anymore. If his daughters had any sense -- but he had finally concluded they had little, or none at all -- they would shut up before one of the other gods around them lit their hair on fire or the like.

Finally, the god of war got annoyed and looked up at them, scowling: "I suggest you two shut the hell up before I decide to skin you both alive and use your skins as improvements on my motorcycle seat. You, Anne, sound like a tragic sap. Cut it out; no child of mine is going to sound like that. And you, Chiara, even I know not to mess with brain cancer, so you can shut your [CENSORED] trap and get the hell out. And if you won't, that's fine too; I'm sure getting tossed off Olympus is a nice way to exit. I'm sure your stepdad would love to see you again."

Cue glares from Athena and Zeus and a bunch of other gods within a fifty foot radius.

Chiara fell silent. The reference to her stepfather stung in her chest, and it felt like Ares had just pushed a tree branch into her thoracic cage. She glared at her divine father. Hate burnt her tongue.

"Don't. Ever. Talk about that again," she said in a whisper she wanted to sound deadly, but couldn't quite bring herself to.

What happened to her stepfather was her business only, and she wouldn't have anybody, not even an immortal god of war who happened to be her biological father, to bring it up. She took out her boot knife and pointed it at Ares.

"Throw me off Olympus if you want," she grunted. "Like your mother once did with her own son. Family traditions."

xXVickyXx wrote:

Morgan Landry wrote:Chiara fell silent. The reference to her stepfather stung in her chest, and it felt like Ares had just pushed a tree branch into her thoracic cage. She glared at her divine father. Hate burnt her tongue.

"Don't. Ever. Talk about that again," she said in a whisper she wanted to sound deadly, but couldn't quite bring herself to.

What happened to her stepfather was her business only, and she wouldn't have anybody, not even an immortal god of war who happened to be her biological father, to bring it up. She took out her boot knife and pointed it at Ares.

"Throw me off Olympus if you want," she grunted. "Like your mother once did with her own son. Family traditions."

"Count me in on the tradition."She said.Anne then said"I wouldn't wanted your butt sitting on my skin on your motorcycle,anyways."That would be horrible,so getting thrown of a cliff with her "sister"Chiara didn't seem to bad.And why not keep the family tradition going?She looked around with all the gods staring at them and asked"what are you guys looking at?"Then she saw Athena staring and asked her"Athena,what do you think?Should we get thrown of a cliff.?"

Kendall wrote:"Traditions are always fun, aren't they? I'll be glad to carry that on if I can; that knife of yours frightens me so." Ares gazed at her with an amused smirk on his face, stroking his heavily scarred chin. Hook, line, sinker. He was about an inch from snickering to himself, but he wasn't in the mood to rub salt in Chiara's figurative wounds right now -- and so, he refrained from doing so for the moment. Hephaestus, of course, wouldn't have been happy about the reference, but this god of war reveled in conflict.

And of course, Ares didn't care much for the knife and he was much too lazy to actually throw the girl off Olympus. She wasn't really worth his time; she was more talk than anything at this point.

Chronos wrote:"well imma go, see ya"austin said

Morgan Landry wrote:

Kendall wrote:"Traditions are always fun, aren't they? I'll be glad to carry that on if I can; that knife of yours frightens me so." Ares gazed at her with an amused smirk on his face, stroking his heavily scarred chin. Hook, line, sinker. He was about an inch from snickering to himself, but he wasn't in the mood to rub salt in Chiara's figurative wounds right now -- and so, he refrained from doing so for the moment. Hephaestus, of course, wouldn't have been happy about the reference, but this god of war reveled in conflict.

And of course, Ares didn't care much for the knife and he was much too lazy to actually throw the girl off Olympus. She wasn't really worth his time; she was more talk than anything at this point.

Chiara looks at her father with distaste. Even though they shared things like the violent personality, the abusive comments and their love of war -- which Chiara had undoubtedly inherited form him -- she couldn't bring herself to see he was her father. She hated him. She didn't know if it was because of his aura or not, but she wanted to beat him to a pulp.

Kendall wrote:Ares could see the look on Chiara's face -- and he rejoiced in it. Oh, how he loved putting people in their places, it was just so satisfying. "Anything else, brats?" the god asked them, tapping his foot. "They're 'bout to close up Olympus, so unless you want to be thrown off then I suggest you get movin'."