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by [OOC: If we miss your post, feel free to tell us -- but please note that you should at least try having your character call to or approach the god parent. It would help with posting.]
"Oh! Oh dear." Aphrodite turned around and smiled at her daughter. The goddess had decided for this occasion to don a lavender chiffon dress -- nice and flowing, just like her majestically long, dark hair. It was cheesy to think about, but she was a goddess of beauty and love, not succinct and nonflowery language. Those were probably the Muses. "Lenore, hello. I haven''t seen you in ages -- how have you been? Your hair looks absolutely divine today."
Triton coughed loudly, trying to get Tyler's attention. He was standing a mere five feet from his son, holding a trident -- a sort of miniature version of his father Poseidon's, but still very much deadly -- and trying not to get hit in the face by some of the rowdier gods. Readjusting the coral-and-seaweed crown on his head, he called to his son: "Tyler, I'm over here. Over here, son."
Aeolus, standing in front of a full-body mirror, was distractedly attempting to straighten his tie; he was missing air time by being here, he hoped his kids had actually come so this trip wasn't for naught. He turned, clearing his throat slightly, and scanned the crowd for at least one -- one he could recognize, at least. He was getting more and more kids by the year.
Typically, Hestia liked to stay low-key during Olympus visits -- offer her children tea, chat with them idly. It was always fun for the goddess, although she could never decipher in her children's expressions whether or not they were enjoying the visit too. Ah, well. The goddess was sitting by herself on a sort of bench -- futon? sofa? she didn't know -- just casually pushed to the side of the room, sipping tea from an old 18th century style teacup. It was wonderful, really. Leaning back, she frowned when she heard her name being called -- the voice was familiar.... Hestia sat up again at the second call and beckoned to her son Blake: "Blake? Oh, hello there! Welcome to Olympus!"
Athena raised an eyebrow at her daughter, not sure how she would reply to that. It was... stalkerish, in a way, to only observe your children as they grow up and to barely acknowledge their existences. Solstice presents near Christmastime and visits to Olympus twice a year, she thought, would not suffice for years without a certain parental figure. How problematic. She was not the best mother -- she knew that for a fact -- but she could do better if she wished, and if only the godly laws concerning godly children had been less strict. Athena could do nothing, however, so all she did was smile at her daughter. "I suppose I do know that, if you are not attempting to snap at me for whatever reason. But to say I've know how you have been for the past fifteen years is... a stretch, is it not?"
"Well, kid...." Phobos scoffed slightly, wanting to roll his eyes. Every time a demigod child had a problem, they tried to blame it on his or her parent: "Why didn't you tell us? Why aren't you watching us? You don't care." It was sort of pathetic, but Phobos could feel for them. Having some godly parent watching over you would be slightly comforting, he guessed, if they actually did something to help. "Zeus ain't letting us anywhere near you except during Olympus. Contact minimal except for important reasons -- and if you're gonna say your sister going missing was important, yeah. I'd agree. But the man wouldn't."
The god of war, standing in the far right corner of the room, was busy testing a new sword he'd "borrowed" from Hephaestus's workshop on a wooden chair. With two hacks, he'd cleaved the thing clean in half, and then a half of a half. Beautiful, really -- he should send the old guy some flowers. He smirked and held the edge of the sword eye-level -- oh, what a fantastic point.
Zachattac wrote:Lenore went up the elevator into Olympus with seersl other demigods and breathed a sigh of awe as he witnesses the majestic palaces. She smiled with delight as she ran into the gathering, searching all over for her mother until she found her. It wasnt hard, Aphrodite stood out from all the others. The blue haired girl approached her mom nervously and managed to speak in barly a whisper, her fear and excitement filling her as she spoke. "Hi mom"
"Oh! Oh dear." Aphrodite turned around and smiled at her daughter. The goddess had decided for this occasion to don a lavender chiffon dress -- nice and flowing, just like her majestically long, dark hair. It was cheesy to think about, but she was a goddess of beauty and love, not succinct and nonflowery language. Those were probably the Muses. "Lenore, hello. I haven''t seen you in ages -- how have you been? Your hair looks absolutely divine today."
Countryboy1024 wrote:Tyler looked around and called out"Dad? Lord Triton are you here?"
Henri looked around for Aeolus His mother told him that he had his father's eyes
Blake looked around for his mother and Dared to speak her name "Hesita , Mother Lady Hesita are you here?"
Triton coughed loudly, trying to get Tyler's attention. He was standing a mere five feet from his son, holding a trident -- a sort of miniature version of his father Poseidon's, but still very much deadly -- and trying not to get hit in the face by some of the rowdier gods. Readjusting the coral-and-seaweed crown on his head, he called to his son: "Tyler, I'm over here. Over here, son."
Aeolus, standing in front of a full-body mirror, was distractedly attempting to straighten his tie; he was missing air time by being here, he hoped his kids had actually come so this trip wasn't for naught. He turned, clearing his throat slightly, and scanned the crowd for at least one -- one he could recognize, at least. He was getting more and more kids by the year.
Typically, Hestia liked to stay low-key during Olympus visits -- offer her children tea, chat with them idly. It was always fun for the goddess, although she could never decipher in her children's expressions whether or not they were enjoying the visit too. Ah, well. The goddess was sitting by herself on a sort of bench -- futon? sofa? she didn't know -- just casually pushed to the side of the room, sipping tea from an old 18th century style teacup. It was wonderful, really. Leaning back, she frowned when she heard her name being called -- the voice was familiar.... Hestia sat up again at the second call and beckoned to her son Blake: "Blake? Oh, hello there! Welcome to Olympus!"
High Warlock of Brooklyn wrote:It was definately a compliment. Athena was amazing in an inhuman way. Naturally. She was even more stunning than Celine was able to imagine. But she would try to ignore that fact and have a decent conversation with the mother she waited so long to meet. "I'm pretty fine. But I bet you know this. I bet you know how I was like for the last 15 years, right?" Celine understood why her mother had to left her when she was born and never saw her again. She wasn't angry at all, but she wondered if Athena could at least tell her how her deceased father looked like. It was so good to know she had a family, even if this "family" was immortal.
Prince frowned. That knife was pretty cool. Was it suposed to intimidate him? "If you remember Maria, why don't you care about her? I mean... You knew when she was kidnapped by monsters, right? We didn't. We spent more than 10 years thinking she was dead. You're a god, you've got all-seeing eyes and such, so why didn't you bother to visit us at least once only to tell us that she was safe and sound? You really don't seem to care." The words came out in torrents. Prince just exploded in anger. After he finished that whole speech, he cringed, waiting to be struck by a lightning.
Athena raised an eyebrow at her daughter, not sure how she would reply to that. It was... stalkerish, in a way, to only observe your children as they grow up and to barely acknowledge their existences. Solstice presents near Christmastime and visits to Olympus twice a year, she thought, would not suffice for years without a certain parental figure. How problematic. She was not the best mother -- she knew that for a fact -- but she could do better if she wished, and if only the godly laws concerning godly children had been less strict. Athena could do nothing, however, so all she did was smile at her daughter. "I suppose I do know that, if you are not attempting to snap at me for whatever reason. But to say I've know how you have been for the past fifteen years is... a stretch, is it not?"
"Well, kid...." Phobos scoffed slightly, wanting to roll his eyes. Every time a demigod child had a problem, they tried to blame it on his or her parent: "Why didn't you tell us? Why aren't you watching us? You don't care." It was sort of pathetic, but Phobos could feel for them. Having some godly parent watching over you would be slightly comforting, he guessed, if they actually did something to help. "Zeus ain't letting us anywhere near you except during Olympus. Contact minimal except for important reasons -- and if you're gonna say your sister going missing was important, yeah. I'd agree. But the man wouldn't."
kronos1215 wrote:I walked up the steps to mount olympus and looked for ares.
The god of war, standing in the far right corner of the room, was busy testing a new sword he'd "borrowed" from Hephaestus's workshop on a wooden chair. With two hacks, he'd cleaved the thing clean in half, and then a half of a half. Beautiful, really -- he should send the old guy some flowers. He smirked and held the edge of the sword eye-level -- oh, what a fantastic point.
