Mount Olympus

Maybeth wrote:-Agreed yeah... Jason said awkwardly. And then go on with her briliance, I don't think physical beauty means always so many things for mortals... Jason added  thoughtfully and turned to look at his father.

"Physical beauty is one of the number one ingredients for a love poem," Apollo said. "Though, in your case... daughter of Athena, huh? I do think you should focus more on her intellectual abilities. If you could manage to make equations rhyme..."

“Scary movies, Father?” Terra asked, clearly bewildered. “A part of your job is to come down at theaters and make everybody scared? That is...unusual. I thought you’re supposed to do some other...well, more important stuff. Maybe apart from participating in wars with Grandfath—“

Terra, realizing that Ares is actually her grandfather, and thus making all of his children her aunts and uncles, stopped abruptly and did not finish her sentence.

Bell wrote:“Scary movies, Father?” Terra asked, clearly bewildered. “A part of your job is to come down at theaters and make everybody scared? That is...unusual. I thought you’re supposed to do some other...well, more important stuff. Maybe apart from participating in wars with Grandfath—“

Terra, realizing that Ares is actually her grandfather, and thus making all of his children her aunts and uncles, stopped abruptly and did not finish her sentence.

Phobos looked at her. Deimos had talked about scary movies not him.... well, perhaps the child was just confused.

"My job is to frighten people," he told Terra. "I live and relish and fear. Does that surprise you? I am fear, Terra. I am the personification of fear. So of course Deimos and I go through the world frightening people. What would you expect us to do that was more important?" he asked as the fire in his eyes got more intense.

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"I .. didn't know you'd get paid," Falko said in a hesitant voice. "Do gods even need drachmas?"

"Do you think Iris asks for money just to pickpocket you folks every time you're sending a message?" Deimos asked with a frightening grin.

"Good point." Falko frowned. "In that case, can a god get bankrupted?"

Deimos laughed his deep, fearsome laugh and Falko wanted to crawl away, but on the other hand she was filled with adrenaline.

"Of course not," he said, wiping his mouth. "But did you really come all the way to Olympus to talk about divine economics?"

Falko felt herself flush and she lowered her gaze.

"I'm sorry, father," she said in a little voice, then looked back up at Deimos and felt a grin spread on her lips. "I'm sorry. Anyway, what horror movie are you going to?"


"Devil's Due," Deimos replied with a sufficient smile.

"Oh, god, I saw the trailer!" Falko said. "In fact, I want to see it too. I like horror movies... My favorite is The Shining."

"Yeah, that one was cool," Deimos agreed. "I could freak many persons out with it." The god checked his watch. "Um, it's about to start soon, and either way the session is about to close now," he said, stealing a glance at Zeus. There was nobody left in the Hall of Gods except a red-haired daughter of Ares talking to her father, a boy of about fourteen discussing something with Apollo, Phobos's child Terra, and Falko.

"It's okay. We'll meet again at the Summer Solstice -- if not earlier," Falko said. She turned her heels, and just when she was about to go out, she turned back one last time. "See you at the theatre?" she asked, exchanged a smile with her father, and went out.
She knew she would not meet Deimos like she had met him now at the cinema -- she just knew he would be present, like he was present everywhere when fear was there.

Morgan Landry wrote:

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'."

Chiara looked at Anne walking away with her head high after saying she hated him anyway. As her gaze swept through the Hall of Gods, she looked at Aphrodite -- she saw her as an immensely beautiful woman with blue eyes and a mane of long, blonde hair, exactly like Namir's, long legs and a smile that could melt snow away. Under her eyes, Aphrodite's appearance began to change. Her hair got a deeper summer tan, her hair shortened to her shoulders, getting brown and her eyes turned a hazel tint. When she smiled, it was a cocky grin.
Chiara's heart pounded. How did this come?
She turned back to Ares.

"Do you always treat all your children like this, punk?"

Ares snorted, glancing at the clock. He only had a few minutes to go before all the kids were either escorted away or booted off Olympus. When he looked out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chiara staring at something -- and she looked back at him after a moment. Interesting....

"And why wouldn't I? Most of you don't deserve much respect." He cracked one of his knuckles loudly, looking back at Chiara. "Most of you aren't special or impressive to me. You just exist. And when you guys say you ain't cowards, you're all bloody liars."

Rash, rash children of his -- always being stupid. Ares, experienced with over thousands of years of warfare, simply sidestepped the knife; it lodged into the wall where his shoulder had been before. He chuckled and pulled it out, examining it closely; it was plain Celestial bronze, no magic about it. Funny.

"And have you beat Jackson?" Ares inquired, casually pricking his own finger on the blade tip. He didn't even bleed. "Big difference between a Big Three demigod who's the subject of a bunch of stupid prophecies versus a regular ol' demigod like you."

This knife, he decided, was much too plain for any child of his; they needed the best weapon. With another two taps to the blade, he had infused it with a small bit of magic to... enhance it, if you will. Chiara wasn't very bright at all, but all of his kids were good with weapons. She'd figure out what he'd done soon enough.

Ares chuckled and tossed it on the ground at her feet; he'd gotten her good. "Now, you gonna leave or what? The clock's hit midnight, Cinderella, better get home."

ooc: Anybody else in here? If not, we'll be closing this by 1/21 at 6 pm EST.