Olympus - Romans [Summer 2018]

This Olympus trip is open from the 21st June till the 28th. Come and meet your god parents!

OOC: Roman demigods only. Please refrain from playing any of the gods; only the admins will be able to do so. Every so often the topic will be locked to allow us to respond in an organized manner.

Lillie was about to do something stupid. You could just tell by the way she stomped into the throne room, glaring at everyone like they'd microwaved her hamster. Should she be impressed by the glory of the building? Intimidated by the raw power emanating from the gathered gods? Who, by the way, could turn her into a pile of smoking ashes with one glance? Of course she was. The godly auras wafted over her, spreading goosebumps down to her toes. But she had come for business and her ADHD brain ignored everything around her the moment she zeroed in on a tall guy in armour.

"Dad!" she bellowed at him. He turned around; wrong tall guy in armour. This one was a demigod (who looked an eerie lot like The Rock? Like, seriously? Was protein his blood type?)
She pushed past him mumbling a half-baked apology and marched over to a big throne covered in weapons and images of death. On it sat the man himself: Mars Ultor, vengeful god of war. A few nymphs were refilling his cup with nectar but they were too busy (or scared) to look to the ground. Lillie stuck out her foot and the cup clattered to the floor, spilling nectar everywhere. "Oh sorry! Am I bothering you?" she said, stepping over the fallen nymphs.

Doing their jobs? "Funny of you to say that, you can't even be a dad properly," Lillie cocked her head. (Did I mention she was gonna do something stupid?)
The nymphs gasped at the insolence, but she honestly didn't care. "Pulverize me, mate. Come on. You've already torn my actual father apart. Why stop there?"