Children of the Gods: Arc 2 [Game/Closed]

[Terratina.]

"Fine," She muttered in response and lent forward, getting back to the business at hand. She took the messenger back and put it before getting up and leaving the room. As she walked down the corridor, she stretched a bit. Until she smelt cigarette smoke, until she heard the chatter of guns being unloaded. She guessed it would be better if they had some firearms, but the sight of the killing machines brought home the reality of the situation. A rampaging god on the loose... And here was Prometheus, smoking. 'Nice to see there's no rush,' She thought. 'A crazy god, mass suicides... no rush at all.' She then did what she came here to do. With a curt "Hey.", she tried to get the Titan's attention and when on to ask, "When are we going anyway?"

 

[Deu Sex]

"Hmm, I'm not sure, still need to think about it. Right now I'm thinking... you give me a piggyback ride anywhere I want to go for a day," Remus laughed openly at that. He probably wouldn't mind that one much. It wouldn't much uncomfortable or tiring, considering his inhuman strength. "So that's my current thought, whats yours?" Remus pondered once again. While he had several ideas, he was still unsure about which one he liked best. Or if he even wanted to tell Nicole what he had in mind. "Mmm...you know, unless you can persuade me otherwise, I think I'll keep my dare a secret." he said, smirking. "No need to going spoiling a good potential surprise."

 

[IFS]

"No need to going spoiling a good potential surprise."

"Awwww," she said feigning a pout, before snapping back to her usual grinning self "Fine, but if I don't like it then I won't do it, although you'll have to work pretty hard to win."

She was feeling rather curious about it now, but she could wait until the race not going to let him win of course, but if I win then I'll see if he'll tell me. Although she knew she could beat him in a foot race she knew that another swimming race would depend on the environment, the ocean and he would have the advantage, a pool and she would, although if he took her pointers it would be pretty close.

"We should head inside now, the others are all getting set to head out I think," she said, turning to walk inside, she would have to get changed out of her suit of course but that didn't take long.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Aria shrugged "I got nothin that won't make it through customs" she said as she sat down and waited, just running a final check on her bag to make sure everything was there. She found she over looked the shoes she was wearing yesterday and went to fetch those as well, the rearranged her pack to get them in.

 

[hiei82]

"You doing well?" Andrew said, approaching her. Truthfully, the answer was no, but she wasn't going to say that. Instead she tried not to scowl - an effort that mostly succeeded - and answered. "Mixed. And you?" she replied, hoping to get the conversation going - at least it would be a distraction from the self-destructive thoughts.

Vera took another swig of water while she waited for Andre to reply.

Spoiler: OOC

Vera looked generally annoyed before you started speaking and still does - though to a lesser degree.

 

[Ruedyn]

Dan walked towards Prometheus, giving a small wave. He stayed in the back, debating something in his head. He chose to ask, handing his spear over. It was in the three pieces, held together by a black bungie cord like thing. It was clear he made the thing himself.

"I'll take Sleipnir, if you don't mind? He's faster, and I doubt a kid with a bag full of maps and less eyes than normal could get by easily. I'll just go and bye an eyepatch, maybe book us a room somewhere?" He flashed a look towards Remus, and looked back to Prometheus with a look that said 'And maybe make sure things are normal?'

 

[DarkRawen]

Etna had barely answered before leaving the room. Not really a surprise. While he had expected Vera to be annoyed and answer the same way, she tried to not seem that annoyed.

"Mixed. And you?"

Andrew shrugged. He didn't smile that much at the moment, since Vera might react badly to that. However, he still sounded like a very likable person. "Broken ribs considered, I'm fine. I'm not really looking forward to the trip, though, it's going to take a couple of hours to get to Sicily."

What should I ask her about? She seems annoyed.

He wasn't sure he wanted to talk about anything like that. But if he didn't know what was bothering her, any other question was a minefield. She could be homesick, so talking about home was a no. If she was bothered about the earlier events, or the future, then most if not all of the topics he could come up with could make her mad. At least one didn't need a lot of empathy to spot annoyance and anger, that generally went well.

"So, what is bothering you? If you don't want to talk about it, that's perfectly fine. But keeping things inside never really works. Believe me, I'd know, I used to do that all the time when I was younger. I still do, sometimes."

Actually, it works pretty well.

"It's up to you, of course. I'm not pressuring you. But it might be good to air your thoughts, rather than spending several hours on the plane, thinking about it."

 

[Green Shoes]

Prometheus heard Dans proposition and considered, running his hands through his freshly cleaned hair. Still holding back his hair, he looked up at Dan, with an apologetic shrug.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Anything could be waiting for us there, and you're not much good dead. You do look out of place, but it's not worth the risk. Besides. You can keep Aria company."

Prometheus flashed him a knowing grin and stood up, stretching. The bus would stop outside the motel soon, and he wanted everyone ready. He kicked the bag of tickets towards the group.

"In there is your relative passports and plane tickets; all guaranteed to work, courtesy of the Goddess of thresholds. Fitting, seeing as we'll be crossing many fairly soon."

He looked at the spear and gave an impressed nod, before stowing it away in his pack. Shrugging on the backpack, he turned on the TV waiting for the others. The first channel was international news.

Another mass suicide in Italy leaves investigators at a loss for words...

Prometheus quickly turned it off and took the batteries out of the remote. Giving the room a sheepish look, he walked downstairs to the bus stop to wait patiently.

 

[Deu Sex]

"We should head inside now, the others are all getting set to head out I think," Remus nodded and pulled himself out of the pool. He entered the guys' room and made a quick change, exchange his wet boxers for a dry pair and slipping his black suit back on. As he walked down the halls of the hotel, he began whistling. His race with Nicole and the chat that followed had put him in a damned good mood. He flashed a smile as entered the lobby where most of the other demigods were standing about. "So, we heading off soon?" he asked.

 

[IFS]

Nicole entered the girls room, spotting Vera chatting with Andrew man V and I haven't talked much at all since this started, I wonder why. Nodding at them she grabbed her backpack and went into the bathroom to change, using one of the towels to finish drying her legs. She finished changing and walked into the lobby where the others were. Remus had changed back into his suit in spite of the wine and blood stains on it, she wasn't sure that was a terribly wise choice of attire. She shrugged if Prometheus doesn't care then it probably doesn't matter, although he's not here right now, guess he can comment on it when he gets back, it does smell though. She found a place to stand and wait for the group to head out.

 

[Ruedyn]

Dan reluctantly nodded in agreement, though he felt he could take a few and catch up with the plane if things went too far south... He noticed the TV, and frowned further, glancing back at Remus. He wasn't sure how he'd hold up, but he was easily one of their best fighters. And a decent guy.

He just shook his head as he knelt down, and looked for his passport. He wasn't too surprised to see it still had both his eyes in it, and quickly pocketed it. He got back up and went to the corner, preferring to be alone for the moment.

 

[hiei82]

"So, what is bothering you?..." Andrew said after a long pause. Vera stared at him for a moment, raising an eyebrow.

"Am I that obvious?" she asked, mostly rhetorically. Vera wasn't sure she wanted to vent to Andrew - who she barely knew - but then aside from Nicole, she didn't know anyone else all that well. "To hell with it" she thought to herself. She waited until Prometheus left the room before starting up.

"Have you ever thought about your parent?" she said, using emphasis to get the point of which parent she was talking about across. She could have just said 'god parent' but then she'd have to acknowledge them as gods. "Mine is a victory god; a god of war. And what was I doing before I got abducted; before I even met him? I was competing in sports and games. I wanted victory. When we fought the Satyrs, I killed them... and I really don't feel anything about it. I broke open their skulls and let there blood drain into the sand and I don't care. So here's the question: did I compete in games and sports all my life because I received divine powers and was therefore good at them and therefore liked to do it or am I driven by something inside me - another gift from dear old dad - that makes me want to fight and compete, so I'm just doing what I'm told? I know right now we're tools of the gods, too afraid to clean up there own messes, but was I... were we... ever not just tools they could manipulate without our ever knowing?" Vera said, taking pauses to chose her words where needed.

"Am I me, or am I a puppet on s string?" she finished with a deep breath, putting down her drink. She didn't really expect an answer, but then she wasn't sure there was an answer.

 

[DarkRawen]

"Have you ever thought about your parent?"

So it's this kind of trouble.

"Mine is a victory god; a god of war. And what was I doing before I got abducted; before I even met him? I was competing in sports and games. I wanted victory. When we fought the Satyrs, I killed them... and I really don't feel anything about it. I broke open their skulls and let there blood drain into the sand and I don't care. So here's the question: did I compete in games and sports all my life because I received divine powers and was therefore good at them and therefore liked to do it or am I driven by something inside me - another gift from dear old dad - that makes me want to fight and compete, so I'm just doing what I'm told? I know right now we're tools of the gods, too afraid to clean up there own messes, but was I... were we... ever not just tools they could manipulate without our ever knowing? Am I me, or am I a puppet on s string?"

Andrew thought about her words, sorting out what she was saying, to see what it was that was bothering her at the core. Vera had problems with the killing, as well as her heritage. Andrew shrugged.

"Well," he started. How to address it? familiarity was probably the best solution. She seemed to want someone who was in the same situation, but had an answer. "It's not like I'm in a different position, I was done with med-school when I found out that my father was Apollo. I've wanted to be a doctor and a surgeon since I was a child, so it's not like I never wondered about it myself when I realized it. But, and this might sound a bit arrogant, I never doubted I was meant to be a doctor. Not as the son of Apollo, or someone with the ability to heal people with a touch, but as me. Just me, no strings, no gods. I just can't imagine a future where I would not help people in a hospital. I might have been influenced by my talents, but my talents are my own, the moment I was born they were nothing but heritage, free for me to use."

He took a break so see if it was sinking in. "So yeah. I believe you are you, just like I'm me. Doing something because you have a talent for it, and because you enjoy it, that's all you. That's how I see it, at least."

He smiled, before adding. "As for the killing, don't worry. You have every right to be worried about not caring, but truth is, people are different. They react different to things, and even though you're not crying over it, it doesn't mean you don't care. If you hadn't, you wouldn't worry about it."

He sighed. "I'm terrible at this, am I not? Let's see, from my point of view, not getting emotional over it is better than getting emotional over it. Death is natural, and I know it's a cliche saying so. You were defending yourself and others, if you were to doubt yourself, it might have gone very wrong. Being able to do something like that is useful, so use it for it's worth."

I'm not sure I'm making it better.

 

[Dogmatic99]

He followed the others down to the lobby and waited for their bus to arrive and take them to the airport. The sight of the mad god's antics on the T.V. had soured his mood. For a moment it seemed as if Able had been able to forget the whole point of this strange journey and what had brought them on it. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't dreading what they might find in Sicily. Back at the bar they'd all joked about Dionysus being the worst possible god to try something like this, how he was just some divine frat boy. But he'd already proven he wasn't playing around (and then some). People had died, monsters were on the loose and he'd even taken out Gaia, one of the oldest and - he guessed - most powerful gods.

And we're supposed to stop him. How? He's a damn god! Just one god... if he's brought all the others together you'd think they could do something about it with all those numbers. What's he got on them?

His mind wandered back to the stories he'd read during his mythology phase when he fist fund out who his father was. The greeks weren't Able's favourite group but they were interesting and they weren't above commiting a few horrific acts, Dionysus among them. He went to Prometheus, Able had so many questions and the titan was the only one who could answer them.

[Why is Dionysus doing this? What does he want?]

 

[Green Shoes]

Day 3: Midday

Why is Dionysus doing this?

As the bus pulled up outside the lobby, Prometheus turned and shrugged at Able. Prometheus had made a fair guess at why, but decided to reserve that information until later. It could prove to be a large hindrance to several members if he revealed it.

"Come on you lot, on the bus."

Stepping onto the bus first, Prometheus quickly noticed that there was just enough seats for the group; the seats were in pairs of two, with only 5 rows remaining. He quickly made for a window seat and sat down, quietly wondering who would draw the short straw and sit next to him.

Most of the other passengers were tourists from numerous countries; all strangely quiet, absorbed in books or newspapers. One headline referred to the recent massacres.

Taking out his journal, Prometheus skimmed over several notes on numerous creatures. Maenads, Nymphs, Silen, Centaurs; any number of Dionysus' troupe could ambush them at any place.

And any Gods he's recruited to his cause...

He sighed and started writing.

 

[hiei82]

"... Being able to do something like that is useful, so use it for it's worth." Andrew said in response.

"That's easy for you to say; if you inherited a desire, it was to help people. If I inherited one, it's probably to win and kill things." she said, but she could see at least some of his points. In the very least, it didn't prove she was under control. It did however not resolve the concern.

"The truth is, I'm still not concerned with the fact I killed them. The only thing I hate about it is the thought that I'm either controlled by some damned god or becoming what I hate most - one of them." she finished, frustrated at the alternatives.

Vera might have continued were it not for Prometheus. "Come on you lot, on the bus." he called out, drawing her out of the conversation. Vera grabbed her bags and started walking toward the bus. Though she'd said it once before, she'd say it again.

"God I hate Gods."

 

[Dogmatic99]

Oh like hell you don't know. Shrugging off conversation was Able's thing, he wasn't about to get stuck on the other end.

Abe took a seat in behind Prometheus. If he wouldn't be open then he'd get his answers another way. Able leaned against the window trying to look casual while doing his best to peer over the titan's shoulder. He'd brought out a notebook but the writing was too small for him to read from that distance. Able thought he could make out a few words but what they were about was anyone's guess.

Maybe if I can get my hands on it...

It was going to be a long bus ride.

 

[DarkRawen]

"That's easy for you to say; if you inherited a desire, it was to help people. If I inherited one, it's probably to win and kill things."

I'm not too sure about that, I think any desire I have inherited from him is a bit more selfish. Not to mention fun.

She continued speaking.

"The truth is, I'm still not concerned with the fact I killed them. The only thing I hate about it is the thought that I'm either controlled by some damned god or becoming what I hate most - one of them."

So you'd rather not become a god?

Then what? She'd rather be a human? That wasn't a desire that Andrew could understand.

"Humans kill too," he muttered, before Prometheus yelled for them to get at the bus. Andrew got the plastic bag he had put his stuff in and the passport and ticket, before walking to the bus. He thought about sitting alone, but it seemed that wasn't possible. Besides, Vera had just said something.


"God I hate Gods."

"Really?"

He sat down next to her. His voice made it clear that he was joking. "Well, we're here in order to stop one, right? So it's good you don't love them, at least. Makes the killing harder, and it's going to be fairly hard without that."

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

Steven looked around the bus, seeing Prometheus take a seat.

Steven sat in one of the empty rows, wondering if someone would rather sit with the Potaho head or the Titan first.

 

[IFS]

Nicole followed the others, grabbing the last empty seat on the bus, she had intended to sit next to Vera but it seemed Andrew had already grabbed that seat. With the limited seats left they would all be close together regardless of which they picked to sit in. Not like we can talk much about the quest on a bus anyways, people would think we're crazy. Or maybe just that we're doing an weird play or something, who knows, still seems like it would raise a few eyebrows.

Calling it a quest felt odd to her, like it was something out of a fantasy novel, or a video game. She dismissed the thought and looked out the window, Australia had some impressive scenery so far well its a nice vacation, see the world and such, just wish that things weren't so dire. Still hasn't sunk in fully I guess, the excitement I feel like I'm getting used to, the thought of what we've set out to do on the other hand... how does one kill a god anyways?