Calling all Demigods! discussion

((FUDGE THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO SAY RAISED NOT RAPED.))

((Lmfaaaaao, I know.))
Jasmine gave a low chuckle, shaking her glossy black locks out. Hand hovering above the ground, she murmured something, and a warm, tingling sensation tickled the tips of her fingers. A small blueberry bush sprouted, plump little berries growing out. Jasmine plucked one, then playfully threw it at his face.

(('He raped his eyebrows'. WTF?))
He shot her a mockingly annoyed look. "What was that for?"

((I was like: WTF? o.O Is that some new lingo I don't understand?))
"You were supposed to open your mouth and eat it, you dolt," she replied, plucking another and throwing it into the air. She easily caught it in her mouth in an elegant motion, chewing it with a smirk directed at him.

"Well sorry. let me know what I'm suppose YO do nexttine."

"Can't figure it out for yourself, eh?" she mocked quietly, plucking another berry and holding it steadily.

"Nah. Now, are you going to throw that one at me?"

"No," Jasmine said, but did the exact opposite and tossed it at his face.

He narrowed his eyes at her but, when he figured he couldn't catch it I'n his mouth, he caught it with his hand and held it up triumphantly.

"That's cheap," she commented, then took a handful of the plump berries. With a sly smirk, she threw a volley of about ten blueberries at Peter.

"That's no fair," he grumbled as he caught about half.

"You need to have skill to catch them all," Jasmine retorted, settling down into the patch of sun-warmed grass she sat on with a chuckle.

"No one has that much skill."

"Wanna bet?" Jasmine asked with a rather confident raise of the brow.

"I would, but only if I get to throw the berries."

"For all I know you could throw them over the cliff," she said dubiously. "I'm throwing them."

He rolled his eyes. "Fiiine.@

Imitating his eye-roll for good measure, Jasmine picked her handful of berries and threw them--one by one. Her mouth closing around the last one, she flashed him a triumphant smirk. "And that's how you do that."

He narrowed his eyes, though they still held a joking gleam. "You threw em. You could hav done THT on purpose."

((e3e....huuuuuuuuuuh?))

((damn spell check.
You threw em. You could have done that on purpose.))

((Ohhhh. xD))
"I never said how I was going to do it," Jasmine replied simply, shrugging. "A bet's a bet, now you owe me."

He smirked. "Fine, what do I owe you?"
((I want... HERMIONE GRANGER.
and a rocket ship.))

((Rofl, YES. xD))
"What do you in mind?" she asked, tapping her chin with a finger thoughtfully.

((^-^))
"Nothing too drastic, please."

"Because that clears it up," Jasmine said, her low voice layered with sarcasm.

"Exactly," he said with a grin. "Now decide, before it expires."

"Oh, it won't expire unless I want it to," Jasmine said with a dark smile.

Peter stuck his tongue out. "Unfair."

"Life isn't fair," she said, shrugging.

"Uggggh. I hate that saying."

"It's a popular saying for a reason," Jasmine said, the pleasant playfulness in her voice no longer present. She turned her back on him again, staring over the cliff side. "You don't owe me."

He raised his eyebrows. "Why not?"

Jasmine stood, the sweet aroma of wildflowers perfuming the air as she did so. "Forget it," she merely said, glancing down at him for a second before walking away without another word.

((WTF ran through my mind.
Then I cracked up.))
He raised an eyebrow but didn't otherwise say anything.

(((Dub dub dub))

Olive rode the black tallion pegasus, Alpha to the outlook point on the trails. She wasn't expecting anyone to be there.

Jace rode up on his salt-and-pepper mare, not expecting anyone either. His dark eyes were thoughtful and his hair was blowing I'n the breeze.

Olive turned to the sound, startled by it. "Bloody sh*t." She muttered, trying to steady her heartbeat.

Jace smiled. "Sorry, did I startle you?"

Olive chuckled. "Sorta. At first i thought you were Drake coming to get me again." She said, joking.

He shuddered. "Gods no."

She gestured to the filmy white scar of her calf. "That guy is a real making of a bi*ch." She said.

He smirked and turned his cheek. "I know."

Olive had a sharp intake of breath through her teeth. "Dam*, and I wonder why I can't conquer him. He's the first person I couldn't beat." She said aloud.

"He's an @ss."

"Who uses a whip?" Olive wondered.

"An @SS with a whip. Lovely."

"I swear, shouldn't he get punished?" Olive asked.

"Yep," Jace murmured jn agreement.