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[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Anfisa squirmed under the 'lion' above her. Her jaw was slowly become sore from constant giggles and laughter. She wiggled her arms, hopelessly attempting to escape.

"P-P-Please."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

At this Myra immediately released Anfisa, grinning at the giggling girl in front of her and feeling that immense rush of affection for her again.

"I hope the lion didn't completely kill you off and there's still some Anfisa left for Myra," she said with a pout, winking one deep blue eye roguishly.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Anfisa rubbed her eyes, sitting up. She masaged her jaw, looking up at Myra with an ear-to-ear grin. She stretched her arms in front of her.

"Of course!"

She hopped up to her feet and tackled, a gentle tackle in comparison to Myra's tickles, the older girl. Her arms wrapped around Myra in a hug.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Laughing, Myra lifted the girl up easily-- she was light as a bird-- and twirled around with her, yelling at the top of her lungs. Sun in their hair, grins on their faces, grass under their feet-- happy as can be.

With a stumble (though taking care not to drop Anfisa), Myra set the Hecate daughter down on a little bed of heather, sitting down next to her.

"What's up, Annie?"

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"That's Nana's name."

Her tone held every trace innocence as she peered up at Myra, head cocked. Anfisa lay back, sighing contently as the sunlight highlighted her skin.

"But I couldn't pronounce it when I was little. So I still call her Nana."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"It's also the first part of your name with an 'y' at the end," Myra said, poking Anfisa in the belly but cursing herself-- when at camp the girl should at least have the pleasure of forgetting about her horrid Nana-- at least, Myra thought she was horrid, from the stories Anfisa had said.

To change the subject and bring another smile on the girl's face, Myra asked: "You know who Lucas is, right?"

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Anfisa flinched, shying away from the poke with a smile on her face. "I know. I just thought you should know."

Rolling onto her side, she pondered the question with a thoughtful expression. She matched the name to the very burly son of Ares. The one she thought was just a tad mean-looking. Anfisa nodded.

"I know him. I've never talked to him. Is he nice?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Myra hesitated before this. Eventually she nodded her head. "Yes. He's nice. He can be scary sometimes. But anyway-- he embarrassed me today in the battle arena and I decided to take revenge."

A pause. Then Myra smirked deviously at Anfisa.

"Wanna know what I did?"

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Ooh." Anfisa's blue eyes widened, and she nodded feverently. Curiousity sparked, and it had grown into a huge fire.

"Yes please."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"I stuck a sticky note on his back," Myra said, sticking her tongue out playfully. She plucked a blade of grass and rolled it between two thumbs.

"Wanna know what it said?"

[Jo]

((DID SHE?))

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Anfisa nodded again, trying to imagine a tiny sticky on the son of Ares' back. She giggled at the thought.

"Yes please."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Batting eyes at Anfisa, Myra's smile spread out into a self-delighted grin.

And then she simply said:

"Moo."

[Jo]

((BOO. I thought Myra was more creative.))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[She also told him that she has 'work' to do for a week, so no 'quality time'.

Plus, it was a nod to Clarisse's note in TLT.]

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Whimsicality wrote: "Batting eyes at Anfisa, Myra's smile spread out into a self-delighted grin.

And then she simply said:

"Moo.""

To the ridiculous sound, Anfisa broke into another bout of giggles. She clapped her gloved fingers. "That's funny."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Nodding, pleased with herself, Myra grinned. "I thought it was, too. And apparently the whole camp did, too, because the poor boy remains oblivious to the note."

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Really?" Anfisa asked, eyes wide. She envisioned the sticky on the back of his shirt with a bright 'MOO' on it. The thought brought another giggle out of her.

"I want to see that," she decided.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Oh, you will," Myra assured with a smile, though she stood quickly and her eyes snapped to an approaching figure in the distance. There he was.

"He's coming now. I'm supposed to be doing paperwork, so... don't tell him I talked to you, okay?"

Grinning, Myra stepped off to hide behind a tree. The spectacle would prove to be, at the least, amusing.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[Wait for Van to continue ;) ]

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((I's here. :3))
Slightly red in the face from standing in the sun and picking strawberries, Lucas strode down the grounds, carrying baskets of berries full to the brim. It was a wonder he hadn't dropped any; a particular pile was obscuring his vision. This resulted in him almost, almost plowing over a little girl. He'd side-stepped just in time, and now looked down at Anfisa. "Er, sorry."

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Anfisa peered up at him then smiled. "That's alright," she chirped. "Those look really yummy."

She pointed at the pile of bright red berries, as if to further prove her point. Her mouth still felt sore from the countless giggle fits she shared with Myra, causing her smile to falter slightly.

"You're Lucas, right?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Sneaking a peek from around the trunk of the tree she was hiding behind, Myra had to stifle her nervous giggles as her eyes traveled from the berries, to the sticky note, to Anfisa's wide, innocent face.

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"Yes," Lucas replied slowly, unsure if this child was anything at all like Myra's hyperactive little cousins. If she was, he wouldn't like to stick around and see it. Then he remembered she was from a minor cabin, which, he had no clue.

"And you are?"

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Anfisa Cumley. Hecate's my mom," she replied, Dtaring up at Lucas, nearly toppling over backwards as she squinted her eyes to see him against the glare of the sun.

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Lucas had to crane his neck downward and peer past the baskets to get a good look at her, and only then did he remember the little girl with the gloves.

Oh, with the powers...

"I see. I should be going, then." He turned, his sticky-note, sharpie branded back to Anfisa.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

As soon as the sticky came into view, Anida burst into another fit of laughter. She needn't be able to read in order to tell what the words say. Of course, she didn't know the danger of Lucas' rage, let alone any anger from any child of Ares.

"You have a sticky on your back," she squealed with delight. "Just like she said."

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"Eh?"

Had that been the little tickle he felt on his back earlier after lunch? He could swear it had just been the wind, or someone--"Just like she said."

Rage was being overcome by confusion on this moment, and the little tangle the two were having inside Lucas showed in his puzzled face. He turned around again, brows arched at the giggling (and admittedly kinda cute) girl.

"She?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[eh= :)]

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((xD I didn't notice that.))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[*gasp* LACK OF GRAVITY = CANAJUN!!!!]

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"My-- Oops. No one."

Anfisa giggled again, pleased with the secret between her and Myra. She pressed her lips together, head still tilted up in order for her to see his face.

"But the sticky note is still there. It has a little smiley on it."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[she is soooooooo adorableeee]

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((xD Yei~))

What in Hades is she talking about?

Setting his load down on the ground, Lucas reached out to his back and felt something, just at the tip of his fingers. Pulling it off, he stared at the slip of paper in his hand with growing emotions. Embarrassment, for one--How many people have seen this?--confusion, and just plain anger.

Anyone else might have gotten a few murderous threats from him, but Anfisa's childish innocence and adorableness played quite the safety net. "She who, Anfisa?" But there was still something intimidating about that demanding tone.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Torn between wanting to protect Anfisa and the amusement that registered after watching Lucas' face-- ha, ha, Myra stayed hidden from view behind the tree, prepared to walk out if Anfisa was in any danger, though she doubted it. She was nowhere near the annoyance level of a certain p'tit Marco.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Anfisa bit back another giggle, though a large grin was still on her face. She attempted to cover it with her hands, though one could still see the dimples on her cheeks as she shook her head.

"I'm not supposed to tell."

Of course, she would never disobey Myra. She might hit her, or get mad at her. No, that would be horrid. Instead, Anfisa merely feigned secrecy.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

[Hit her?! o.o]

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"Anfisa," Lucas warned in the near-growl tone that threatened campers out of their mind. But he would bide his rage, getting mad at this little child would prove a waste of energy.

"Tell me. Now."

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

((She doesn't know. >_< And it's only been a few times. When she severely disobeys))

Anfisa shook her head again, blonde hair flipping as her head moved. Her fingers still covered her smile, and she remained silent.

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What the f/ck.

It was as if she was immune to his intimidation skills. Maybe they had grown soft, or he should start getting the reputation back bit by bit...Or Anfisa was just clueless to his aggression.

"Will you at least tell me where she is?" he asked.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"She went behind the tree. She said she had to finish paperwork or something."

Anfisa pointed at the tree in which Myra hid, one hand still covering her mouth, partially exposing the grin. She pressed one finger to her lips as a symbol for silence.

"Shhh. I don't think I was supposed to tell you that."

[Stephanie]

((Interesting))

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Satisfied with the information (but still annoyed by the difficulty of acquiring it), Lucas' face broke into a wicked grin. "Don't worry, I won't tell her," he assured, deciding to let Anfisa off the hook with a handful a strawberries.

"Thanks for the help, kid," he said, putting the berries in her small hand before turning to the tree where Myra hid and looking at it through narrowed eyes.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Happily plopping a berry in her mouth, Anfisa nodded. "You're welcome. Bye, Lucas!" With that, she bounced off, eating the sweet berries in her hands, the redness growing on her lips as she bit into another plump strawberry.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Aw, shit. OK, feign... innocence.

With a panicked look at the scene Myra whirled around and made to skip away, dropping the dandelion stems she was still clutching.

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Leaving the baskets unguarded on the ground, not like anyone would bother to take them or anything, Lucas made his way quietly over to the tree. Walking in swift strides, he was quickly there and had already spotted a movement. The figure was now skipping away, but he fast enough to catch up and see the culprit was--Myra?

Of course it was. "Moo? Really?"

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

((I love how there's still a gold 'P' on his shirt. ... that still sounds wrong.))

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((Me and Holly: xDDD <3))

[Kat, Goddess of Dramatic Exits and Strawberry Yogurt]

((Lol thought of like someone-*cough* Hermes Kids *cough*- going 'heheheh' and stealing the berrries. Not that funny but..))

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Vanster wrote: "Leaving the baskets unguarded on the ground, not like anyone would bother to take them or anything, Lucas made his way quietly over to the tree. Walking in swift strides, he was quickly there and h..."

"You know you loved it," Myra said with a grin despite her anxiousness, blue eyes sparking in amusement as she stopped to draw nearer. There was a pout on her lips and she was smiling.

"You did deserve it, carrying me around like a sack of potatoes."