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Ilsa, Parafox, and PeterPan
Wren uncomfortably hung around. She kept changing forms from various teenage girls, and occasionally, guys, just because she was too bored and anxious to do anything else at the moment.
"What do you mean?" Wren pursed her lips, almost annoyed. "Let's just go do this quest thing, no reason to sob."

After noticing she was late, Anastasia had just thrown her swim suit by her bed and quickly changed. She ran as fast as she could to meet up with the other two. Breathing heavily she stopped right by them and gave them an apologetic smile.
"Heya," Wren said, "You ready?" She was careful to ask yes-no questions, so it would lead to any isolation.

After catching her breath, Anastasia nodded to Wrens question. She waved her hand towards her as if to ask if she was ready too. She couldn't wait to get this over with. She wanted her voice back. She pulled a water bottle from her small bag and took a small drink before putting it back, She brought a small bag with first-aid, some water and some snack foods just in case. It also head a few of her daggers too.
Wren nodded. "i'm ready too," she confided, taking out her own thermos. This one was full of camp root beer. Water was for chumps and smart people! She smirked at her. "Let's kick that jerk-god's tests into Tartarus."


Wren changed into a red haired girl in bronze armor, strolling around. She was wearing the armor... but she could shift it to look like other stuff. She had cool powers.

"Or it could mean a fawn like a satyr, but Roman," Wren pointed out, frowning to herself. She was throwing a rock up in the air and trying to catch it.

"But it didn't say golden in the prophecy," she sighed, ready to just go with the flow. Leave it to the Janus girl to make double meanings.

"Tin and bronze aren't gold!" Wren spat incredulously. "It spoke about worlds encased in the metal, not about the color of a goat," sh said, rather rudely.

Wren folded her arms. "Well, I'm gonna hijack a car, then drive around looking like a toddler," she smirked. "That's gonna be awesome."

"Hitchhike?" Wren asked, almost groaning. She wished she could drive. "Where are we even going?"

"OH! Prometheus. Old chum stole fire, regularly gets his liver removed. Or he did, until his girl and her friends freed him. I dunno where the eagle would be now... Olympus?" she guessed.
"Dreamin' will come when we sleep, but let's have purpose. This quest won't solve itself while we're dozing, pleading for the answer. I vote building." Wren wasn't particularly agreeable, now was she?

Wren folded her arms. They wanted to hitchhike with potentially deadly strangers? They could do that on their own.
"Yeah," Wren drawled, "Because three teens clinging to the back of a car going 80 on the freeway totally won't be noticed," she said.

"I think we should get one of the cars the Camp has and LEGALLY drive it so we don't get cops on our tail right of the gate," she scowled.

"That's superficial. You care about how you look rather than stealing someone's double-digit-thousands machine? I'll get the van. You can barf on a popsicle stick, freeze it, eat, and repeat."
Wren morphed into a five year old, repeating it back at her, "NO! I can't stand camp! I hate it! That's why I sneak out so often!" She shifted back to the warrior. "Don't be so... selfish. We're not doing this to make you look good. It doesn't matter, you dork; if you leave now, you wreck Anastasia's chance at a voice, so get the broom shaft out your backside and let's do this."

Wren smirked, turning into the five year old again. "You wouldn't harm a child in public while we're hitch-hiking, now wouldjya?"


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You must outlast,
for words you spoke
that did not last,
The voice now gone,
Follow a fawn,
to worlds encased
in tin and bronze.
There each must find
in their own time
A clue to find the ending line.
And finally, not a moment late,
Present the god with labors of waste.