in montana, the land of holy wheat [private]

Frankly, Stella couldn't believe she had let herself think going to Hollywood was a good idea. What would they do there, look for Chris Evans and get his autograph? Why?

So the demititans had agreed on a date and time and left promptly that morning at nine, after a quick breakfast and then she had formed her special little cloud for them to all ride on because what a scenic view that would be! (Had Ferro said that? She might have. It was perfectly in character.) Stella had dressed light for the occasion: plain black tank top and dark Hollister skinny jeans, her favorite pair of black Vans and a red varsity jacket tied around her waist because she decided it was too hot. (But she would always be hotter than any weather the Fates would throw at her. Just saying. Also she likes to keep the air around her warm.)

The weather would be for the most part bright and sunny, if not a bit cloudy in certain areas: Stella would personally ensure their path was clear and that the cloud they were riding on would appear harmless to the mortals on the ground below. The Mist would, most likely, cover up their appearance to any lower-flying planes that just so happened to pass by, and the birds would move when she directed them to. She knew how to make bird calls and all, cool beans and stuff, they'd listen to her and fly away if they didn't want to get run over or blasted out of the air.

Whistling to herself now, she was leaning back on a seat she had made for herself on the front of the cloud, hands behind her head as she directed the wind to diverge around the demititans' cloud and for the fluffy white thing to speed up a bit more. Shaped like a cup, she had decided that morning that just trusting the Mist would be unreliable: just cover up everyone, give them shade from the sun but make it low enough for them to peer over sitting down, everyone was happy. They were, by her calculations (and judging by the map in her lap) near Montana or some state bordering it, like Wyoming or North/South Dakota. Did it really matter? They were going really fast for any cloud, and much faster than any stupid mortal bus.

"Y'all okay back there?" she called to them as she pulled a cherry Dum-Dum out of a drawstring bag by her feet.

Ferro was on a literal high. She was sitting on a cloud, flying above the Earth like a bird. It felt pretty amazing. She sat cross-cross with her back straight, eyes closed as she imagined she were floating above everything and everyone. She'd gone through "A Whole New World" in French, English, and Swahili probably 15 times each, and had finally decided to move on to humming "I Believe I Can Fly".

Her hair ran behind her in a long white trail, her black sweatshirt held to her with a flannel shirt. It actually wasn't that cold, but seeing how Ferro was somehow always freezing whether she be in the desert or a giant floating cloud, she was greatful for the fleece leggings keeping her legs warm.

She reached into her plaid backpack and pulled out a pack of dried strawberries, popping one into her mouth, laughing in pure delight. She was so happy,she could almost feel the energy surging through her.

And that wasn't even the best part. they were going to LA a place described as magical, beautiful, and fun! Well, at least in the twenty online ads she'd skimmed, but that was still pretty reliable. Although she didn't exactly understand why they were flying over such plain lands. She was so anxious to get there, her knee had begun shaking. Oh well. They'd be there, soon.

"Woohoo!" She answered in reply to crystal, throwing her hands up in the air like she was on a roller coaster. Oh, ugh, was that a bug? She gagged a bit and coughed. Yeah, definitely a bug.

Crystal sat back on the cloud, glancing at her nails as she did habitually. She was really just waiting for them to land in Hollywood so that she could go on a shopping spree.

They say that the trip is better than the destination, but that isn't true. Ferro was annoying probably everyone the cloud as she sang "A Whole New World" fifty times. When she stopped, you could hear everyone sigh in relief, but then she began "I Believe I Can Fly". She was surprised no one had shoved Ferro off the cloud yet.

Crystal was wearing a tank-top and...really short shorts with leggings and wedges. The wedges were pretty beat up, but that's nothing Hollywood can't fix. She had a jacket tied around her waist just in case they faced some bad weather and stuff like that.

It seemed like a nice place to use her phone because she doubted any monsters could reach them so far up and if they could, Stella'd beat them down or something, but of course, there was no signal.

She had zero clue where they were. They already spent at least five hours on the cloud, so she'd imagine that they would be at least halfway to Hollywood. She wasn't sure if they were going to stop to get food or anything, so she brought some food she stole from the mess hall just in case anyone was hungry. She also gave the Aphrodite girls a list of things for them to do for her by the time she got back. If they didn't, well, um, let's just say that they would lose their eyesight for a few minutes? Let's say, ten? And it hurt, too. She remembered how she got claimed in the mess hall. Her vision was fuzzy as hell even after a few minutes, and her eyes wanted to just die.

She glanced at Ferro, who was replying to Stella's question. Ferro suddenly started coughing and gagging. Serves her right... Crystal thought to herself.

"We're fine," she answered for all of them. She decided that maybe now would be a nice time to take a nap, and talking was not going to help her do so.

OOC: Catherine said she wouldn't participate.

BIC: At first Thea had been very squeamish about the whole riding-on-a-cloud thing. First because a cloud was halfway between liquid and gaseous and thus there wasn't really a way of sitting on it physically speaking. Second, if they were to maintain their cloud they'd have to be high up in the sky and usually there wasn't a ton of oxygen up there, not to mention the chilly temperatures. (That's an euphemism. They'd freeze themselves off bit by bit.)

But that had been counting without Stella's powers.

The daughter of Ouranos had managed, Kronos knows how, to condense and pressurize the cloud enough to make seats you could actually sit on. It felt like you were in some kind of jacuzzi without the water but it was better than nothing. She had also cast the six of them in a bubble of warm air filled with self-renewing oxygen so technically the ride should be safe.
Well, safer than Thea had originally expected. Now how Stella could keep them warm whilst keeping the aerosols at a freezing temperature, freezing enough for them to form a cloud, that was a mystery.

She was sitting in the back, glancing down at the world every few seconds. Damn, what a view. She was glad she wasn't afraid of heights because this ride was really worth it.
If only Firefox could shut up.

Halfway through the second A Whole New World in Swahili, she had put her headphones into her ears and blasted some dubstep, cutting from time to time with Muse, Daft Punk or Fall Out Boy. The daughter of Iapetus wore a vibrant wine-red tank top printed with crossed spears, a pair of quality black shorts and a large spiked belt set with two chunky wallet chains. She had fingerless black gloves held with a studded strap, holes cut in to show her knuckles and the back of her hands, and she was as usual walking in her new rock shoes, set with spikes and buckled with skulls. Strings of cloudy white aerosols curled around her soles and ankles only to turn into droplets at her warm body temperature. Her strawberry blonde hair was swept backwards from time to time by a gust of warm wind, and she wasn't wearing any make up, according to her habit, compensating with spiky golden piercings on her brow and ears, equally gold tattoos curling in fine, geometrical lines around the top of her tanned forearms.

Her gaze dropped back over the edge of their cloud slash school bus slash thing, taking in the landscape from birds view, the pale line of the horizon, the tufts of forest and acres of fields in yellow and brown and green making unexpected angles. She didn't really care for fields though, what she liked were mountains and caves and waterfalls. But she wasn't going to complain, this ride was worth it.

He wasn’t sure how they convinced him to come along, he wasn’t even sure when the entire plan was made up or what he had agreed to come. All Gabriel knew was that he was now riding around on a cloud with four other Demi-Titans, because somehow Wolf got out of it, on their way to California. Did he mention they were traveling there on a cloud? No? Well it should be made known because apparently Stella, miss I have all the power, was able to create ride-able clouds that you didn’t fall through and then move them at speeds that shouldn’t be remotely possible. Physics however didn’t seem to matter to Demi-Titans as they could apparently tell everything, including the Laws of Physics to fudge off stop being a hater and let them be themselves.

Gabriel was sitting about in the middle of the cloud trying to drown out the singing coming from the fox girl, ignoring Thea, and rolling his eyes at what Crystal was doing. The son of Hyperion was wearing black jeans, a white shirt, and a slick black leather jacket complemented by black glasses and black Adidas shoes simply to piss off the Goddess Nike. It wasn’t exactly the most colorful outfit to behold but when you were son of the Titan of burning light, the sun, the moon and the dawn if you needed color all you had to do was snap your fingers. Or take off the shades that hid his unnaturally glowing golden eyes, that usually brightened up the room.

He had almost fallen asleep having finally been able to drown out the sound of fox’s singing by simply ignoring it when Stella started talking about how they were doing or something. Crystal answered quickly for everyone else like the Queen Bee she was and Gabe could only chuckle. For such a ‘tight nit’ group they all sure got along great. Truth be told he had a feeling if they weren’t as ‘rare’ as they were none of them would be friends or even dream of hanging out with the other. Flipping out his iPhone and using the Cellular Data, because what monster is going to be up this high, he checked the Waze GPS app. “You’re going the wrong way Stella.” He muttered just loud enough for her to hear. Miss Perfect was certainly not going to like that; but hey the GPS said they were headed up towards Washington, not out to California. Wasn't his fault she couldn't read a map.

"Easier for me to let the existing wind currents take it west," Stella replied simply as she tore the wrapping off her lollipop and threw it overboard, letting the wind take it wherever it would. No use getting mad at that musclehead Gabe right now, when she could just enjoy the view of all this... wheat. Beautiful, beautiful wheat in its natural habitat, so rare to see at a summer camp located so close to a city. (Hell, there were barely any trees or grass there either. Demeter must be throwing fits every day.) "At the border between Montana and Washington, there's a current heading southwest, which I'll make the cloud take -- but if you don't like that idea, then feel free to jump off at any time. I hear the weather's nice down there in Montana."

Stella would not be taking any of their crap today, but she didn't think they'd give her much more than that: after all, she could easily make the cloud dissipate under them and send them plummeting to the ground in what would be a very gruesome, albeit painless, death. She wasn't sure if any of them could teleport very far, but the drop to the ground was certainly going to be a great deterrant against sassing the daughter of Ouranos -- who could also send them into space to say hi to the man in the moon for her, if only she would muster enough effort to make the wind do that.

Sighing softly to herself, she put the Dum-Dum in her mouth and stared off into the distance forward, concentrating over Ferro's choking on whatever the hell she had eaten and the sound of the wind going by them: not entirely unpleasant, but not very great either.

Glancing down at the ground, she could see paved roads cutting between large fields of wheat, what looked to be people on tractors riding by slowly, cars and little farmhouses and all. Reminded her of Kansas, actually, whenever she had gone exploring with her mother back in the old days. Fun times supposedly -- all there was were wheat and corn fields for miles, and the occasional imaginary tumbleweed because it looked so much like a desert from Looney Tunes.

Once she concluded that she wasn't going to suffer from death-by-fly, Ferro decided to give the singing a break. Besides, her throat was beginning to hurt. Wouldn't want to disappoint the others and not be able to perform her encore, Over the Rainbow. They'd probably never get over it.

She rested her bag behind her, grabbing her green mp3 player out of it and turning it on, only using one earbud and turning it down to a low volume so she could still hear. She scooted down until she reached a point where she could lean her head against the bag and pulled out a book of logic puzzles--You know, like those grid-looking things where it asked you to find out which house held who and what their pet was or whatever, then gave you a series of hints? Those were absolutely her favorite puzzles, probably because she was so good at them. She could remember the details of all of the clues and solve each one pretty quickly. She took, on average, about five minutes per puzzle. It would've been less, but she had to skip up to the "Very Hard" level because the others were so easy to her.

She had hardly even started the first one when she overheard Gabe saying something to Stella. Because she couldn't hear it, she turned down the volume on her music, listening mainly out of curiosity. She couldn't make out anything really, but they didn't seem like they were trying to hide it, as they were talking loud enough for her to notice, so she really didn't see any problem with being curious. After all, if it were something she shouldn't of heard, Ferro was surprisingly good at not telling people things. The majority of the rambling that came of her mouth was nonsense, and no one ever really paid attention to it in the first place.

Crystal had since gone to look over the edge, because if she couldn't use her phone, she might as well have taken advantage of this view. Of course, using her phone would've been a much better option, but there was still no signal. Jesus Christ, she wanted to just drop her phone off the cloud. She probably could've just replaced it in Hollywood anyways -- plus, she could get some diamond-studded case. What a plus.

The view was actually gorgeous (not as gorgeous as her though). The only problem was that it was all yellow. All of it. Wheat, wheat, wheat, wheat for miles. She became a bit bored after a while and turned around, leaning against the back of the cloud, crossing her arms. She should sleep. But she couldn't. There was this ever-present noise wherever the Demi-Titans were around. You couldn't get a wink of sleep with any of them (unless one of them was sleeping with you, obviously).

Ferro had finally stopped singing. Maybe Stella was going to choke her. Yeah, that would make a person just stop doing whatever they were doing. For good. She knew Stella wouldn't actually kill any of them, so they all trusted her with driving them, but of course, Mr. All-That had to say something that might make Stella just drop them into oblivion. Eh. She could just light travel away if or when she did so. Gabe had a tendency to...not stop. This was most likely going to end badly, so she braced herself. But she swore that if her make-up ran, she would cut someone. She couldn't go to Hollywood looking like a hot mess like Kim Kardashian or one of those money-loving attention hogs.

She sighed and waited for Gabe to reply to Stella's calm reply, and then Stella would reply louder, and the crescendo would continue. Maybe it would do them good. Firefox would try to stop them from fighting and leave her oblivious bubble, but it would also have a possible adverse effect -- Stella might drop them.

OOC:

Blaze wrote:looking like a hot mess like Kim Kardashian

Amen

BIC: Thea heard the spark of argument between Stella and Gabriel and crossed her arms. What was a field trip without a good ole argument, huh? The daughter of Iapetus looked back over the edge, catching sight of hills and hills of wheat. How exciting.
She finally turned her music off and drew her laptop from her bag because she rarely went anywhere without her laptop. It was vital for hacking, sending fake tracks and streaming movies. Right now though, she'd watch one of the movies she had (maybe or maybe not legally) downloaded on her computer. This ride was obviously going to take some more time but she kept one headphone out of her ear in case Stella decided to cut the crap and have them all plummet to their deaths. In which case she'd have a handful of seconds to create a small hang-glider out of nothing. Or a fancier aircraft like the ones she liked to design in her 3D-modeling program, Tron: Legacy style.
Thea ended up selecting an episode of Arrow since she had some catching up to do on season three, doing her best to ignore the others. Why couldn't they all be quiet for once?

Easier to blah blah blah, Gabriel stopped listening to what she said halfway through and looked back at the GPS. They were completely off course now and the thing was telling them to go a different way which was at least two hours faster than the way they were headed now. Sure, they would eventually get there but what was the point of eventually going somewhere if you oh I don’t know got there when it was so dark out nothing was going on or it was too early for anything to matter. “Look all I’m saying is you’re going the wrong way and it’s going to take us forever to get there.” He replied looking down over the side of cloud at what lay below.

Mind drifting back to the spot that was shown on the GPS, their current destination set somewhere in California. He had no clue what it was or why they were headed there but Thea had been pretty adamant about heading there first which was odd because wanted to be going even less than he or Stella it seemed. This pace they were going was too slow for him so he decided to improvise, get there faster and show the idiots that he was right by simply waiting for them at the destination when they showed up. “Do what you like, I think I’ll take that option of yours and go my own way.” He did too, standing up he took a runners start and disappeared in a flash of light except unexpectedly so too did everyone else.

Which is possibly why instead of ending up where he planned on going he only landed about ten miles further still in a wheat field in Montana. Blinking he scratched his head, this was not right he should have been at least half way to California if not already there something was definitely not right. “What the he-“ he stopped as he looked around and noticed the other four people that were now standing around him probably more confused than he was. This was not going to end well.

[ooc: Four people, Shade. There's five total.]

So one minute they all were floating on Stella's special cloud, not really doing much but enjoying the view and trying not to fall off to the hard distant ground below -- and then the next, Stella found herself in a wheat field in Montana with her cloud nowhere in sight, the other demititans arranged at various other points of the field within eyesight. Her bag was with her, a string apparently having been wrapped around her shoe as they flew towards their target, but she didn't have anything very important in there besides some candy, money, and extra clothes in case something happened.

What was more important at the moment was wondering about how many ways she was going to murder Gabe. She had plenty to use: suffocation, throwing him up into space because she was sure he couldn't use his teleportation again for another while and she was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to breathe up there, sending him flying into a large object until he snapped his neck or spine, using lightning to strike him repeatedly, acid rain.... Oh, the possibilities.

The goddamned idiot had messed up his teleporting, definitely: the flash of light she had seen had definitely not come from Crystal or the other two girls. That was the only reason they would be in this godforsaken land of wheat and whatever the hell they grew here in Montana, because the daughter of Ouranos had definitely not dropped them down here. Concentrating for a second as she shifted the lollipop in her mouth with her tongue, she could feel the cloud lurking about ten to fifteen miles away from them, still using the old wind currents to go its own way; with the twitch of an eyebrow, she made it dissipate because why the hell would they need it now? She could just make another, and it was a bit difficult to keep it from being batted around by changing wind speeds and currents anyway.

She chuckled to herself, biting down on her lollipop and splitting it in half to keep herself from tossing him to space on an impulse. If Thea and Crystal tried to defend him, Stella could just as easily toss them to space too. She had no issues with that: demititan gang or die her ass, if they were being dumbasses too they could go say hi to the moon with Gabe.

Pivoting slowly on her heel to face the son of Hyperion several yards away, Stella pulled her half-destroyed Dum-Dum out of her mouth to glare at him; the winds perceptibly picked up as she chewed on the half of the lollipop still in her mouth -- much better than her gnashing her teeth, anyway, she used to have such a terrible habit of that. If the wind speed didn't stop increasing, she'd probably make them all go flying by accident -- but whatever, she'd survive. "So then. Your own way worked real well, huh? You and your [bleep]ing GPS, you goddamned mother[bleep]er, you sure you know how to use your powers? Because I know a bunch of ten year old demigods who can teleport more accurately than you, you arrogant [bleep]ing pisslord, and they're all as dead as you'll be in one [bleep]ing minute. [bleep] [bleepity] [bleep], I'm gonna shove my sword up your [okay that's enough stella] and make sure you never see the light of day again."

It was crazy. One minute, she was listening to the conversation between Stella and Gabe with much intensity, and the next, she was on her butt surrounded by silky white-blonde strands. After removing her hair from her face, she realized that the same description could still apply, if you were to replace the white-blonde color with gold and substitute strands with stalks. Did wheat have stalks? What was the proper term to that? She was almost certain that it was stalks. A golden sun hung high over her heads, bright and blinding and oh-so blazing. It was kind of pretty. Ferro was pretty sure the only things that would make it better were butterflies and a cliche picnic basket or something. Or if it were some really old city, of course.

She stood up and brushed herself off, which didn't help much as flecks of gold clung in a very stubborn way to her black leggings, refusing to release themselves. She had a short moment of panic when she didn't immediately see the others, because who wouldn't be worried if they somehow ended up stuck in the middle of a field somewhere in the US? She didn't even know what stay she was in. Florida? Albuquerque? Oregon? The moment ended, though, when she overheard Stella's obviously pissed-off cursing. She turned towards it to find her cabinmate about fifteen feet away from her, targetting Gabe as if her words were arrows and the she was an archery master. Oh. That was a good analogy.

She began to jog over towards them, stopping a few feet away as Stella ended her tirade.  Ferro hated arguments, but nothing bothered her more than an argument between two demititans. There always was this static feeling, because if one of them actually got angry enough to hurt you, you were pretty much screwed. She winced as she noticed the tension in the air, taking one cautious step closer.

"Okay," She began, her French accent lightly appearing in the word, as she slowly neared the two. "Let's not be hasty, here. Arguing isn't going to solve anything. We just need to get back on track and forget this little upset ever happened."

Crystal was glancing at her nails and below her nails was a white surface, but it all suddenly turned yellow. What the [bleep]? Did she accidentally light travel herself off the cloud? No, she had more self-control than that. She glanced around and her eyes stopped at Stella marching angrily towards Gabriel. Of course. This wasn't going to end well, but eh. An all-girls trip would be nice.

Crystal realized that Gabe was the one who did it and she suddenly flared up. She stood up and walked calmly to Stella and stayed a safe distance away from her as she began her angry rant at Gabriel. Yikes. Crystal, of course, could've done better, but she held back a laughing fit as Stella verbally destroyed Gabe. I mean, if Gabe wasn't scared right now, he would be dead.

Gods damn that piece of [bleep] though. She was going to get her nails done and go shopping all day. Of course his idiotic, arrogant attitude had to get in the way of that. Nothing that she actually really wanted ever went her way. She swore that she was going to cut someone down when she returned. And then she looked at her outfit. The [bleep]ing piece of [bleep] [bleep]ed her outfit up. He got dirt all over it. Did he know how expensive the jacket tied around her waist was? And how much work and effort she put into convincing those lame-ass boys back at camp to buy her the jacket? [bleep] her life. Could this day get any worse?

She got angrier and angrier as she thought more and more about Hollywood and Los Angeles and the stores and the shops and the clothes and the lights and everything. Everything that she once wanted she wanted even more, but no.

She saw Firefox walk over to Stella (not a good idea, because Stella would probably send her to outer space) and Gabe. She tried to settle things down, and Crystal muttered "good luck" under her breath. As if Firefox could calm one of them down. She was there -- they only tolerated her because she was one of them. She was nothing like them. Christ, she didn't know how Stella could stand her for the past five years without suffocating her.

Sure, it had all been building up to an argument, he could see it coming and hell anyone with eyes could see that the situation was going to blow up out of proportion but Gabriel wasn’t in the mood for that. That’s right folks, the biggest most hot-headedness person on the entire planet wasn’t in the mood for arguing with ‘Big Bad Stella’. Not because he wasn’t afraid of her or anything like that, in fact he usually relished for the chance to fight her one on one and any other day of the week he probably would have taken her on right then and there whiling forgetting any of the consequences that came with it. Today however he simply rolled her eyes while she spouted curse words and derogatory slurs and even something about his powers compared to a three year old or something.

When she finally stopped talking however he simply raised an eyebrow and yawned. Not his best move, sure but hey no one ever said he thought with his brain. “You done now Stella? Because I really don’t care what you think right now and yelling at me won’t make too much of a difference, besides you wanted to go on the trip even less than I myself did. Not like one little hiccup is going to stop the five of us from getting or doing what we want to anyway.” Sure, she probably wasn’t going to be too happy with a reply like that, and he didn’t blame her. He just wasn’t interested in fighting with her over something as simple as one tiny little mess up in terms of his power. In fact it interested him, he’d never teleported so many people before the max having been him and one other person. That probably was because he usually didn’t, but it was still neat.

“What’s more I-” He stopped having heard something akin to that of a wolf call but much louder and deeper and there was more than one too. “Hang on, did anyone else happen to hear that?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. Something was off about the wheaty plains of Montanna and Gabriel wasn’t so sure he liked it. Sure, he could take on anything that was thrown at him, and monsters would have to be stupid to fight a Demi-Titan in the first place let alone five of them but you could never be too careful with the beasts of Tartarus. They didn’t exactly have intelligence higher than that of your household parrot or fish most of the time.

"You little bi--" Stella was, frankly, about to strangle Gabe with a wave of her hand -- and, probably by "accident," the rest of the demititans currently with them -- and leave the evidence in this wonderful wheat field in the middle of nowhere so she could just teleport back to camp all by her convenient lonesome, until she heard a nearby roar from somewhere across the wheat fields and stopped before she could even lift her arm. Scanning the area around them with a scowl, Stella saw there was nothing even remotely nearby unless she squinted -- and even then, that little dust cloud over yonder was nothing more than the result of a tractor gone awry with a shouting farmer. Poor guy.

Did Montana have any large animals? She didn't think they had any native species of the sort, besides some rats and prairie dogs or things of that type. Not in these wheat fields, anyway, unless they had mutated tumbleweeds like she expected them to with all their goddamned water runoff. (Like seriously. Could they not use so many pesticides? It was sort of annoying to be standing here and knowing all of that crap would end up as runoff into rivers and, like, get evaporated. Which she'd have to deal with.)

A rumble told her otherwise as, concentrating, the daughter of Ouranos sensed something about a couple miles or so away, about the size of a dump-truck-and-a-half, rapidly dragging itself across the plains and sending up large amounts of dirt, asphalt, and wheat on its path... right towards them. Its breathing patterns were erratic probably because of its speed, but it was taking in and displacing large amounts of air on its little quest to get to the five demititans currently standing in the field -- so it was clearly not something non-mythological like a nice rampant elephant or a crazed giraffe or even Ozzy Osbourne and his train thing. Nope. Had to be something like a large hellhound or a drakon because clearly one of them would be able to kill five demititans. Five. Demititans.

Athena, save them all and bless them to be able to learn to count.

She scoffed and turned to the others, jabbing a thumb over her shoulder: "Big monster at 3 o'clock. Ready your diapers."

With a wave of her hand, Stella's sword appeared and lodged itself into the dirt, ready for use.

[ooc: haaa bad posts because y'all are nerds]

Ferro's squeak of terror could be heard easily, though the sound of surging footsteps was growing louder by the moment. She shuffled so that she'd be more behind Stella, summoning her longbow and quiver and clumsily knocking an arrow.

Of course she wouldn't hit the thing, she was so out of practice she couldn't if she tried. She was just hoping to distract it so she could, like, calm it down or something. Or run away. Because monsters were hella scary.

The last monster she'd encountered hadn't been a pleasant experience. She'd ended up climbing a tree high enough so the hellhound below her couldn't reach her and had stayed up there for 3 hours. She'd tried using some of her powers on them and it had really done nothing but give her a headache and subdue them a bit, but it really had hardly been worth it. She'd have to get close enough to do it, first of all, and physical contact would be preferable for it to even really have much effect. So, yeah. She found monsters to be a bit of a useless waste of time.

Crystal sighed. Monsters. Gods, of course she had to jinx herself. A day could always get worse. Now she would have to possibly break a nail and/or ruin her manicure by fighting stupid monsters from the dumb, disgusting depths of Tartarus. She just stood there, waiting for directions from Stella (well, probably Stella, at least). She could then make some knives or something like that.

"So...are we just going to cut it up or something? I mean, we could always make it our pet," Crystal joked. She could really use her phone right now. She was making jokes. How abnormal.

Her last encounter with a monster had gone pretty simple. I mean, she took it down easily, with the expense of two Aphrodite girls that she didn't particularly care about. She was mainly fighting that monster by herself. The two girls just stood there and got in her way. They were so useless. The only weapon they had at the time was perfume, because their perfume was cheap and smelly. Crystal almost choked, but after a bit of calming, focusing and trying to rid the stench perfume, she got used to it.

OOC: Sorry for the late reply guys D:

BIC: Thea cocked an eyebrow and looked over her shoulder. Large green scales glittering in the beaming sunlight, the musky smell of snakes, raspy sound of flattened and breaking ears of wheat. And there it was -- a faint hissing, like serpents did when tasting the air.
A drakon.

"Ain't he cute," she said. Having spent four years on the Princess Andromeda, she was inhabited to drakons and didn't particularly see them as scary. Sure they spat corrosive venom and could chew her up in one bite, but they had never harmed her. "Put your weapons away, I'm sure he's just here to play."

Whether playing included making a dinner out of the demititans or not, that was yet to be determined, but Thea had her spear ready in her bag in case things got nasty.

Gabriel never went anywhere without his weapons and before any of the other Demi-Titans could speak or react he had already grabbed his Celestial Bronze bo staff, pressing the button that elongated it. In his hands it extended from a tiny bronze cylinder to a six foot long staff that if need be he could split in the middle to have it become two escrima sticks. However he had a feeling if they truly were going to be fighting a big bad drakon that the escrima sticks were not going to cut it even if they would work a tad bit better than his celestial bronze knuckles. Spinning the staff he placed it so it was lying flat diagonally across back waiting for the beast to show its ugly head.

Or he was until he heard Crystal say something stupid about making the thing a pet and then even worse Thea saying it wasn’t going to hurt them. The thing had just broken into sight all green and scaley and totally not cute when she told them to put their weapons away. “Yea right, like that’ll ever happen. Monsters hunt us, it’s kind of their thing. The bigger and badder you are the more they want to kill you Thea; you gone mad or something?” He wasn’t putting his weapon away until this thing was a pile of little gold dust or whatever color dust it turned into and was floating away off into the sun. She could either get on board with that or stand back and let him and Stella do all the work.

OOC: Kenny and I are switching this round for cursing sake yolo

BIC: The creature was big, scaly, and had this creepy long neck. It hissed a few times and Ferro jumped back, already shaking visibly. It took a step closer and gave a weird growl-like rumble.

Put your weapons away? No. Nope. Absolutely not. This thing was going to kill her. Absolutely murder her. She was not lowering that bow.

She was close to dying of panic when, without any warning, the creature took three fast leap-steps towards the group. It hissed once more, charging towards Ferro with it's evil intentions. She shrieked loudly, letting her arrow fly. It skimmed the drakon's scaly back, landing in the ground beside it. The beast continued charging.

Ferro jumped to the side, now coursing with nerves. She had just enough time to nock another arrow, though she knew it would do no good. How could she even try to aim when she was shaking so much?

The drakon turned back to face the group, and Ferro got that familiar bad taste in her mouth. The one she got when she accidentally used her powers. It wasn't anything having to do with memory, though, as she hadn't seen anything. No, had to be language. And with her luck, the target had probably been someone already willing to kill her.

Today was going absolutely swell.

And of course. Leave it to Crystal and Thea to grossly underestimate the whole situation. (Five demititans could certainly take on one drakon -- hell, one demititan alone could take it on. But the kids sorely needed a team-bonding exercise judging by how childish they all acted when they were together.)

Stella, as she always had for the few years they had known each other, swore loudly when Ferro basically missed the drakon with her arrow and then resumed shaking in her boots at the very sight of the giant lizard thing, as if the other demititans certainly weren't there to save her and her rock boyfriend with their amazing powers -- but it came out very, very wrong: "सेंसर!"

Despite the fact that the drakon was facing them and looking hungrily after her friend-acquaintance-enemy-overly-rock-loving-demititan-allies plus her only about thirty yards away, she looked for once vaguely surprised as she gripped her sword hilt, jaw moving imperceptibly as she tried to figure out what she had said. "मैं कहना था क्या टोस्ट पर यीशु -- "

And in that moment it half-clicked in her mind exactly what had just occurred, as she vaguely recalled a day at the lake several years ago where she had met one lovely child of Mnemosyne as she screeched "फ़ायरफ़ॉक्स आप बदसूरत आलू -- " and the drakon almost simultaneously roared and charged the group, mouth open and basically salivating at the prospect of dinner in such a desolate place. Stella pulled her sword out of the ground and pointed it towards Ferro shakily in anger and exasperation, ready to blow up her lungs and maybe everyone else's too, when the winds picked up with her erratic movement and flaring anger -- and suddenly the drakon reared back and somehow achieved full lift-off about five feet off the ground for a full second, tail slowly wagging in the air in its surprise before it flipped backwards and came crashing down onto its back into the dirt and wheat of Montana with a dull thud.

Crystal continued standing there, waiting for directions, but when they supposedly came out of Stella's mouth, they were in some random language. Damnit, Ferro. Ferro had once cursed her to speak Portugese for a day. It wasn't even Spanish. She was such an idiot, and if they weren't capable of handling the drakon by themselves, she could've gotten them killed.

Crystal watched as Stella unsheathed her sword out of the ground and pointed it at Ferro. Crystal could see that Stella's hand was shaking violently as she held the sword. It's tip was pointed right at Ferro's face, and just seconds later, a wind kicked up and knocked Crystal to the floor. She watched as the drakon flew up into the air and flipped backwards before falling back to the ground. Ouch.

Crystal stood up and walked closer to the drakon. She didn't get too close, though. Even though she could obviously take it on, she didn't want to take any chance (or ruin her manicure, for that matter. She couldn't get it fixed if she did, because it was clear as hell that they weren't going to Hollywood.

After a few minutes of the drakon laying motionless, she turned around and looked at the other demi-Titans. "Well? Are we going to leave it here? It surely isn't dead. Otherwise it would've turned into dust or something and fluttered away to wherever the hell it went," Crystal asked, raising an eyebrow. She thought about all the ways the drakon could help the demi-Titans at camp: help them attack demigods, guard them (not like they needed it) and overall, just be a pet. If it died, then, I mean, whatever. Too bad, so sad. It's not like they would develop some emotional attachment to the drakon and cry when it died. The demi-Titans were not a group to do such things.

Everything happened a tad too fast for Gabriel’s liking. One moment they were ready to take the monster down and turn it into dust and the next moment it was charging. It seemed things were going to happen how they were supposed to, Monster mindlessly charges Demi-Titans take it down without breaking a sweat. But no, Fero completely misses her shots with her arrows and then Stella goes off on some angry rant in some language that probably no one spoke or at least obviously no one in the gang did only to flick her sword out. Which caused the oddest chain reaction in the history with a simple flick of her wrist not only did she nearly blow them all over but flipped the Drakon on its back, slamming it down into the ground.

Which of course was when Thea decided that they should keep it. Which of course made him raise an eyebrow in disbelief. “What keep it? Why the bloody hell would we keep an overgrown acid breathing crocodile?” With of course every word he started to realize that maybe if they were able to tame the thing it would actually be kind of cool. Except there was one small problem with that, the word tame. There was a saying that you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks and he was sure it applied to mythological creatures as well. “Well okay actually maybe if we had found a tiny baby one or something and trained up to be somewhat tame I could agree with this nonsense but how are you going to stop a fully grown Drakon from attacking us and make it only attack Demi-Gods when we say to?” He hoped he wasn’t the only one with half a brain.