I just stared at her."I think... well, I only found out when I looked up my middle name on the internet. Mabe they sent us here to meet our god parents?Although I might not want to meet mine...the god of war..."I whispered to her.I was nervouse. The god that I had been born unto was the type who thought he was awsome but was really lame. I most certainley did not find myself as awsome. Anya's god was the god who was pretty and was a love creater, and was the non-houghty type that loved everything. I couldn't tell the difference between her and Anya, mainleey because they both were pretty, and because they were the loving type.The other kids were ones that I didn't know. What gods were they related to?
"Just a second," I said, and whistled. Freya (sorry, changed the name XD) leaped out of the bus, bounding over. "Hey girl," I patted her, before turning back to the others. "My dad's Apollo. God of music, healing, poetry, and the sun." I smiled with a shrug before rubbing Freya's ears. If she could, she would have purred, I was sure.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
ooc; haha I always imagine my dogs purring when I pet them xD
I just nodded at both of them and looked at Luke expectantly waiting for his story. Never in a million years would I have thought I'd be a demigod, let alone the people I went to school with be the same! It was all so crazy. But I was learning to embrace this as a new experience. I was always good at making friends and simply being lovable. There were only few who didn't love me, and that was usually because of their jealousy. I smiled a brilliant smile and ran my hand through my all too perfect auburn hair.
I saw the others explaining what gods they were related to."Say...how do you think that I'm like the god of war, Areis? Yeah I'm his daughter...but I don't know any simularities."I asked Anya. She was the daughter of the god of beauty and live, and was very simuler to her. I on the other hand, was the daughter of a guy, and he liked bloodshed.
"Perhaps you have a cursed heart, waiting to rot," I put in helpfully, only noticing after how nice - if not gruesome - those words sounded together. God of poets, that was for sure. Freya barked softly and I laughed, patting her again and again.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
"Cursed heart?"I aid rather disturbed. How can that be? But... mabe it's not so silly. I did like being nice, but at times I was greedy. That may have come from living in the dump of an orphanage that I had been in. I sighed with stress. If I was this guys daughter, why couldn't I meet him?
I listened to the conversation, taking everything in. I never found a good time to butt into it, saying that my father was one of the Big Three. The Big Three. Poseidon. I still couldn't take a hold if it. It still was too much for me to take in. Like I couldn't take in that algebra thing that one time.. never mind. That's another story. But true. I always felt much, much calmer near the sea. Like everything was peaceful and perfect. That must explain SOMETHING.
I stared at the others, merely bemused."Say, if we were sent here cause' our parents are gods, why can't we meet them? I mean, they ARE our parents. Shouldn't they be able to see their kids?But....that's only my personal opinion..."I blurted out, feeling embarrassed that I had even THOUGHT about that. Would that anger the Olympians-or gods? Would they be mad at me for saying that? And what about the others? What if the gods got mad at em'?I'd protect any body to my last breath, considering the fact that I was loyal to friends."I'm sorry! I didn't mean to blurt that out!"I thought aloud, hoping to think it silentley to the gods. What was making me stress so much?
ooc: sorry for the double post, but where is every body? i don't want to see this RP closed.
ic:as I looked around the camp, I was shocked. people where using bows, arrows, swords....all kinds of weapons! And they were trying to kill eachother! I saw mythical creatures too. There were centars, fauns...everything! "Whoa! Since when did we just pop right into somebodies fantasy war?!"I asked the others. As I spoke, one of the centars walke towards us and gave greeting. "Hello. I do believe that you are the new comers to this camp? Camp Half-Blood?"he asked. He was younge, and looked like he was 18 years old or something."Y-yeah."I stuttered. Was i dreaming?! "Our trianing game of capture the flag starts soon! In this game, you have to capture the other teams banner and still be alive."he explained as he lead us through the camp. "You demigods should have no trouble getting through and winning! So, wich team will take these new recrutes?"he asked as all the other people at the camp assembled. There were peolp with blue fuzzy things on their helmits, and red fuzzy things. They also wore armor , and carried swords and shields. They looked like it was a greek war or something! A much older centaur came forward."Ah yes, wich teams would like to take these new comers? They don't all have to be on the same team."he told the other people.
-- Edited by Scorchheart on Monday 15th of February 2010 10:16:05 PM