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Ilsa, I name me, destroyer of worlds!
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May 31, 2016 02:59PM

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Luckily, the lady found the five year old really quite adorable and was incredibly tolerant. She smiled and promised to make the detour from her original destination.


((i say maybe they stop after a few hours of driving at a gas station and maybe they meet up with a monster there and then have to find a different way to Olympus?)

The five year old skipped alongside the two of them. "Thanks, Lady! I'll be right back. I gotta pee." She smiled a charming little weird kid smile, before running into the room and jumping up to get a slushee. They were like, half an hour out. She didn't need to pee!

Anastasia went up to the counter and paid for all her stuff. She walked over to Nadia and wrote down a note before handing it to her. We should get out of here soon. I have a bad feeling about this place.
((what type of monster are they going to run into?))

((maybe the cashier could change into a monster of some sort when Wren buys her junk food ?))
Wren chuckled and slapped five on the counter, carrying her giant slushee towards the car. The cashier was rather twice as big as a normal human.
She skipped, just to prove she did have superior hand-eye-muscle coordination. just because she looked five didn't mean she was an idiot! She tossed her blond curls once, then knocked on the door of the car to be let in. "Is it okay if I have this?" she asked, "Naddy bought it for me. I promise I won't spill!"
The girl sighed, really annoyed. Why were all these girls so touchy and whiny? They couldn't take a joke, they weren't playful, and they were so... so crabby! She lifted her eyes to heaven. Heck, if she didn't keep trying, she might end up like them. So, she gave an adorabley weird little body wiggle as she climbed into the back seat, smiling.

Wren paused. "I'll go get them. They get super boy crazy. I'm sorry, Lady," she said, carefully putting her slushee aside and giving the woman a cute little hug. She darted out of the car, already going for her weapons.
Wren ran in, changing into her warrioress form, a metallic spear blazing light as she swung it against the Laistrygonian's arm, raking it. The creature released Nadia and gave a wail of pain.
The giant pulled back and gripped his mace from under the counter, swinging it over at them all. "Get back!" Wren called, darting to the right and in close. She managed to stab him once, before getting slammed into one of the walls.

Wren coughed and spluttered, gripping her side. She focused hard, trying to keep the illusion in place. If she fell unconscious or slept, it faded off, revealing her freakish features. She shook away the haze from her eyes. "Mix some ambrosia in my slushee, will ya?" she asked, "I'll try to get back to the doe eyed kid so we can still hitch a ride."
"No problem," she said, squeezing her eyes shut. She sipped the slushee, pressing her ribs back into place. "I'll be good," she sighed, after a minute. "Anyone mind mist-bending to make us less suspect?" she checked.
"No... I told her you guys saw some cute guys and that we'd be right out." She changed back into the cute little angel faced girl. "Let's hurry it up, okay?" Wren's voice changed too.
Once in the building, Wren turned into her teenage warrior form, but the clothes were casual. Jeans and a T-shirt. "Okay. Where to?" She slurped her drink. At this point, she was surprised she wasn't getting questions about her history, her age, her true form, the lot.
"I dunno, the basement," she chuckled. It wasn't like she'd ever tried to get to Olympus before.

Wren was still pretty frazzled and dazed, not super into the quest at the moment. She sat down in a chair for a minute, finishing her slushee.

She stepped out and sniffed the wonderful smells. "So. Prometheus's eagle feather from Zeus? Why do I feel it's gonna be harder than it sounds?"
Wren strolled down the paths, smelling the flowers and just appreciating everything as she went.
Wren shook her head. "Boys are gross. So are girls. People are just, in general, gross messes. I have enough trouble dealing with myself."
"Yeah, but if I added another person into the mix, I'd get off balance, you know? I'm not exactly the best team player ever since..." She drawled off.

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