Calling all Demigods! discussion

"You got makeup all the way from Italy? That seems ridiculous," Ahava sputtered. She raised her bow, aiming her arrow at the target so it would get close enough to the target. She let go, and the arrow spun, almost dancing as it ran toward the target. It hit the edge of the target with a whistle.

The golden arrow sparkled as it flew to the target. "It's my home."

"Really? That's interesting. Where in Italy do you live?" She notched another arrow into her bow, and strung the bow, eyes narrowed carefully.

"Venice."

"Hm. You must have seen a lot of celebrities there." She drew back the bow, and let go.

Giovanna shrugged as she pulled back another gold arrow I'n the larg bow. "Every now and again."

"Hm. That means you go home every year." It didn't take an Athena child to figure that out.

She shook her head as she launched another arrow. "I stopped going home last year."

"Why is that? I'm Ahava, by the way." She introduced herself. Her arrow flew towards the target, and this time hit closer to the center. Three rings away.

"Giovanna."
The arrow flew with alarming accuracy.
"Because I don't have a family to return to."

"Oh. I'm sorry. What happened?"
((brb))

Giovanna shot an almost murderous look to Ahava before firing her arrow. "I'd prefer not to say."

Ahava flinched away from the racoon ladie's glare. "Oh. I'm sorry. I won't pry."

Govanna made a noise of assessment as she fire off another arrow.

Ahava sighed, and aimed a target with her Indian arrows. The ends were decorated in sone kind of fur and feathers. They were beaten up looking and dotted in blood. She drew one back, and let it fly.

"Beautiful arrows," she commented.

Ahava smirked at her comment, and watched the arrow fly. "Thanks. They've been passed down for a while."

"Where are they from?"

"Cherokee Indian tribe," Ahava replied quickly, notching the third arrow out of her five into her deer-skinned bow.

"Ahh."
Giovanna gently set down her longbow that was talker than her and walked over to the four arrows punched I'n the target.

Ahava waited for the girl to come back. She had a question for her. Her eyes fell to the longbow, and she gaped at it.

Giovanna smirked as she walked back, four gold-feathered arrows I'n hand. She straightened up her longbow with a smile.

"Where'd you get that longbow?" Ahava asked her, eyeing the longbow.

Giovanna shrugged. "It's been passed through my family for generations. Usually it's used as a wall decoration, but I'm the first demigod."

"Oh. I see. Same with my bow." She held hers up, nodding at it.

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Giovanna nodded. "Yours seems nice."

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Ahava nodded. "I'm terryfied of breaking it every time I pick it up."

"I'll bet."

Ahava nodded absently, and notched anarrow into her ancient bow.

Sam was with her colorful arrows, shooting at a target.

Felix notched another arrow into place and fired. The arrow flew in a graceful arch and hit the middle of the target.

Iviana (The Sign Painter!) wrote: "Cassidy picked up a bow, fingering the various marks on it. She pulled a quiver over her shoulder and stood at one end at the various targets."

((Do you want to move to the javelin range, Ivi?))

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"Great shot!" Sam called enthusiasticly. She waved, but she stumbled, a little woozy.

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Felix turned to see who had called to him. he waved back in reply with a smile. "Thanks!"

Drake strolled down to the archery range, the fields long forgotten. H

Felix notched another arrow into place and put his hand in place, his index finger hovering above the trigger.

((*points* I FOUND HIM.))

Sam padded over to him, grinning. "Damn. I hope there aren't any Hunters here. You'd make them jealous." She snickered, and notched an arrow into her bow with a wide smile.

Felix grinned, "Thanks, again." He said as he pulled the trigger. "It's just my luck."

"Well. I hope you're willing to share some luck. Oh, and you're welcome." She snickered, and drew her bow, bushy eyebrows meeting as she concentrated.

"I'll try," Felix grinned. He watched her intensly, ready to send some luck at the precisly right moment.

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Iviana (The Sign Painter!) wrote: "Drake strolled down to the archery range, the fields long forgotten. H"

San felt his eyes on her, and pulled back, slightly moving the bow to aim the arrow. When she released her grip, the arrow started spinning, almost dancing toward the target. Sam sucked in her breathe, waiting to let it out.

((What do you want me to say, Ivi? SHouldn't he be the one, picking on Felix?))

Felix began concentrating, closing his eyes and wishing, sending luck at Sam.

((He doesn't go out and whip people. They have to piss him off... :3))

Drake stopped, a few meters away. He glanced down at a few bows, though he didn't bother to pick one up.

((oh. Then what should he do to piss him off?))

Felix looked at Drake. "Why don't you try?" He suggested kindly.

The arrow hit the center of the target, and she stood up, squealing in excitement. She calmed down, chuckling at herself.

Felix smiled. "Welcome."

"I simply don't want to," Drake replied.