Calling all Demigods! discussion

"Epic with a 'c' or epik with a 'k'?" Cassidy asked. "'Cause there's a difference. Like, a big difference. I don't mind pranks, by the way. I danced on a street corner. I have no shame."

"There's an epic with a 'k'?" Cullen asked with mild interest. "That's pretty damn, well, epik. With a 'k'."

"Well of course," Cassidy replied as though it were obvious. "Epik is more epic than epic, the last two with a 'c'. Epikk with two 'k's is more epik than epik, last two ending with one 'k'. Epikkk three 'k's is more epikk than epikk."

"Yeah," Cullen said with a nod, as if he understood exactly what she said. "I zoned out after Epik is more epic than epic."

"Nice," Cassidy grinned. "I suppose the epikkkocity is too much for you to handle."

"Not another word," Cullen said with a darmatic gasp. "It's all too much, I might just die."

"Then you'd become a ghostie," Cassidy pointed out.

((I love how Cullen said the exact same thing.))

"Then I'd haunt you, like Peeves, and pull pranks," Cullen said.

((teehee))

"Aw, but I love Peeves," Cassidy whined. "And Gred and Forge."

Cullen laughed. "Gred and Forge are totally awesome."

"Yes. Yes they are," Cassidy replied.

"Why aren't you...?" Cullen trailed off, nodding to his bow and arrow in silent question.

"Why aren't I what?" the girl asked, raising an eyebrow.

"This is an archery range, not a b*tch-slapping range, then it would be lots more fun," Cullen mused with a chuckle.

"Well screw that," Cassidy replied with a roll of her eyes. "B*tch-slapping is much more fun than shooting arrows."

"Yeah, unless you're the one getting b*tch-slapped. And you just indirectly called yourself a b*tch," Cullen pointed out with a broad grin.

"Well, I already knew that I'm a b*tch," Cassidy snorted. "I'm several people's b*tches. That was also your fault. I told you that I'd slap you."

Cullen nodded. "So now you're my b*tch?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Sure," Cassidy replied with a shrug.

"Is that mutual?" Cullen reached for his quiver, taking a final arrow. Around the target he'd been aiming at the entire time, were fallen arrows, none had hit the bull's-eye. Oh well.

"Possibly," Cassidy said.

Cullen let his last arrow go, only to watch it land a few feet away from his target. "Ugh, I have to go pick all those arrows up," he complained.

"I'll help," Cassidy grinned, hopping over the fence. "I'll get off my lazy butt to help my new b*tch."

((...Well, I found Cullen. @~@))

Hayley walked out into the archery range, quiver strapped across her back and bow in hand.

Eleanor raised her bow. It would be her first time shooting in a long time. She soghed, praying that her sisters wouldn't mind. After all, she needed time away from death.

Hayley recognized the girl in front of her as a Huntress, and trotted forward. She had no idea of the recent deaths, especially the one having to do with her dear friend, Madeline. "Hi, Eleanor...?"

"Hayley," Eleanor acknowledged. She lowered her bow. "How are you?" she asked politely.

"I'm good, thanks. I've heard that the Hunters have gotten better," Hayley said, unable to keep the curiosity out of her voice. "Are you all doing well?"

"We have gotten better," Eleanor nodded. "We are coping with our losses."

"Losses?"
Hayley paled to a paper white degree, grip tightening around her bow. "Who--what losses?"

Eleanor raised an eyebrow. "I thoughr you would have heard by now, seeing as though everyone has. Odette Roux hunts among the stars now as does Madeline."

"Oh." Hayley's eyes began to cloud with grief, but would never show weakness here, especially in front of a Hunter. Her gaze turned steely, and she regarded Eleanor with a stiff nod. "I see. I am sorry for your losses," she amended quietly. On the outside, she looked perfectly calm, but on the inside...On the inside was a tornado of emotions, twisting her heart to the point of agony.

Eleanor held her cool complexion, though her once-cheerful eyes were now hard. "You should not be sorry for something you could not stop. They will forever be honoured by the living."

((lost my post. >___<))

She might as well gave been trying to tell someone that two and two equaled Q, because Hayley wasn't listening. She merely nodded in ankowldgement, as not to offend the other girl by ignoring her.

(( D: last postie for me. School sux))

Eleanor sighed. She raised her bow once more, taking care to aim. She released the arrow, landimg dead center.

((Awwz. Baibai.))

Hayley trudged over to an open target, her heat feeling as heavy as her legs--Which felt like lead. How could I not know about this? Had her older siblings tried to keep that one detail a secret on purpose? To spare poor little twelve year-old Hayley's feelings? She notched an arrow with shaky fingers, suddenly feeling the need to curl up and sob.

Kjerstin sauntered in, enjoying the feeling of sunlight on her skin for the first time in days. She walked over to her familiar bow, shouldered her quiver and turned to the targets.

Miles took a bow and arrow from a bin and notched the arrow into place. He pulled the string and let go. To his dismay, the arrow fell a few feet before the target.

Despite her raging emotions, Hayley pulled back on her bow and shot with a deadly accurate aim. The arrow flew over Miles' fallen one, embedding itself right on the bull's-eye and giving Hayley a hollow satisfaction.

Miles blinked and turned to see who could have fired so perfectly. "Hayley!" He called, waving his bow for attention.

Hayley paused, reaching into her quiver for another arrow, and turned toward the where her name was being called. "Hi, Miles!" she called out, past the lump of grief in her throat.

"How are you?" Miles called

((gtg, might not be back!))

((okies!))

"Fine," Hayley called back with an easy lie, though her conscious nagged her constantly. You're most definitely NOT fine.

"That's good!" Miles called, notching another arrow in to place. "Can you help me?" He called to her.

Hayley decided that it wouldn't do any harm, and started off toward Miles. "What do you need help with?" she asked, once she was next to him.

"Watch." Miles fired and the arrow hit the ground three feet away from him.

"Ah, I see," Hayley said with a nod. "Take your stance," she instructed.

"Stance? What the heck is that?" Miles asked, a puzzled expression on his face.

Oh my gods, you're kidding me. "Stance? Position? C'mon, dude, get with the program," Hayley said, gesturing for him to hurry.

((FREGE:))

MIles stared at her blankly. "Still confused."