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    Timothy

    Timothy groaned. He trudged along, shifting constantly between two moods- 'I can not believe I'm was going a quest!' and 'I can not believe I'm was going a quest.'The teen grumbled under his breath, his arms crossed in front of him. The trio chosen by the gods, or whatever-him, a girl he didn't know, and a nice-looking dude- made their way to New York City by walking and hitching rides. Personally, Timothy was sick of it. The smell of the older people made him sick. The swaying of the bus was nice, but not air conditioned in the slightest. Couple that with a few sick folks taking the bus with the demigods and you would have Timothy's hell. The boy tapped his foot impatiently, wanting to show how much he disliked the situation in hopes of the others noticing and opting to leave the bus at the next stop. Though the heat outside was intense, Timothy prefered that over the bus. As a son of Vulcan, Timothy had no problems with heat. Never did, never will, he figured. The other kids in the trio, however, he could tell didn't like the heat.

    The girl with the colored hair seemed to be fairing the worst. She sat next in the middle of Timothy and the other boy, practically curled up. Her eyes were closed and she looked sweaty and sick. Great, just another thing I have to deal with as leader... Timothy thought, shifting in his seat so she wouldn't touch him. He sighed, his gase falling on her black sweater that hung off her in a slightly fashionable way. The black fabric was adorned with skulls, something Timothy always thought was really weird for her to wear since she was usally so happy. Don't judge a book by it's cover. The boy reminded himself. He felt a stab to his heart, the sharp pain was gone as soon as it had appeared. Timothy grimmanced and turned his attention towards the other member of their trio-Ben...something.

    This Ben-something was tall-towering over the girl in their group, and clocking in at just one or two inches taller than Timothy himself. His eye were brown-based off the glimpses that Timothy had gotten-and his hair looked like it had been dyed recently, if not, it was dyed right now. Something about him made Timothy want to smile and joke around, but Timothy refused to be happy. He hadn't chosen to be on this quest. He, quite frankly, didn't want to be on this quest. He wanted to be home, chilling, joking around with the guys and working on battle strategies. He didn't want to be going halfway across the country to deal with some gods' problem with a team of three kids-like the greeks usally do. Get prefect Percy Jackson and the majestic Seven to do it. He pouted, huffing through his nose. The though brought an onslaught of two very distinct, very invergerating emotions. He-and his team of course- would be as popular and well-known as Percy Jackson's, of course, that meant dealing with a giant god-sized problem that Timothy did not want to deal with. He grunted, placing his hand on his cheek and looking out the window.

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    Gwyneth


    Gwyneth felt like she was dying. Everything hurt and her head swam. She kept her eyes glued shut for the duration of the bumpy bus ride, praying to her mother that the bus ride would be over soon. Her knees felt weak and she felt her self shake uncontrollably in her chair. She tried her best to curl up in an effort to hide her tremors. She would not give the impression that she was a little, hurt girl! She was better than that! Stronger than that! As the bus sped down the road, she felt a familiar drop in her stomach. Squeezing her eyes shut, Gwyneth willed her powers not to activate. Not now! I've got everything under control! Everything is OK! It's all right! I'm going to be OK. I don't need a large battle group to be successful in the battlefield. With each lie, Gwyneth felt the pressure in her head go up some. She let out a shaky sigh and didn't attempt to open her eyes.

    "Hey, uh," Gwyneth started, her voice shaking and her throat tense. "Do we have any water?"

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    Kotori

    Kotori grunted, unhappy and happy at the same time as she was sure a lot of other demigods were at this particular moment in time. She and five other demigods-three from camp Half-Blood and three from Camp Juniper- were chosen to do the gods dirty work. Well, it was dirty work as much as find some gods in the small, enclosed space of the United states of America. She huffed. Yeah..great...She wished she could be happy about his. She really did. Since she was a kid Kotori wanted to prove that a minor god or goddess' kid could go on a quest, and it seemed that it was her time to shine because only kids hailing from minor gods and goddess' would be going on this quest. A weird decision she didn't understand, but didn't feel like complaining about. She and the other two kids from her camp-a girl she knew was named Grace, and a boy looked really good in a beanie- rode in the camp van on their way to New York. Or, really, to the closest bus stop so they could take that to New York. Not a bad set up, but Kotori secretly wished they would just drive the kids to the Empire State Building-the place where they were supposed to met for the first time. Kotori laid back in her chair, glancing at the other campers, bored and ready to get to know the other kids.

    "So, who's kids are you?" She asked with a smile, inclining her head towards the kids with interest.


    //@Yiisoo Yo! Sorry I wrote a crap ton!

    ooc: I just spend like an hour making flashcards for my ap government class and I still have more homework to do. lmao, i'm crying a little bit.

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    Ooc// ah man I'm sorry! That really cool that you're in advanced classes tho! I wish I had to balls to do that! Keep at it! Keep your head in the game and good things will follow! :D


    Timothy

    He sighed, pressing his nose up on the glass before getting bored and looking back his team. His fellow quest-goers her guessed. Suddenly, a thought struck him. Percy jacksons team were close! That's why they were able to win against horrable, evil monsters. Timothy, however, didn't even know his own team mates names. Pursing his lips, the boy opened his mouth.

    "So, anyone know where we're going to?" of course Timothy knew where they were going to, he was the leader after all, but it was the only thing he could think of for conversation.


    Gwyneth

    The daughter of Lares took the smack and drink thankfully. Gulping down some of the liquid and taking a big bite of the snack before turning back to the boy, who, she actually didn't know. She decided to change that. Why not? After all, they might die beside her, she figured knowing their name would be the least that she could do.

    "So,um, thank you, son of...?" She winced a little bit, her vise still odd and horse but stronger than it was before. She never got to hear the answer though, because the boy sulking beside her peeped up.

    "Oh! New York City, where we're going to met the uh," Gwyneth didn't want to say 'Greeks' so instead she said "other kids."

    Kotori

    "Kotori Kira! Daughter of Tyche, third year at camp. Glad to meet the both of you!"

    The extrovert gladly took up Graces hand, smiling as she did so.

    "And, in all honesty, I would probably be grumpy too if I wasn't so pumped!" The fifteen year olds vioce was light and brezzey. Adreline pumped through her vains. Not only was she going on a quest, but she had also made a friend around her age! Today was going great!

    ooc: yeee lol, my senior year too. i spend the entire week studying. it was torture.


    anyway, before I reply: all the camp jupiter kids are in one van and all the camp half-blood kids are in another, right ?

    nah, that's fine! I was just making sure.

    sorry for not responding lately.

    i'm really sick and have like no energy

    I stayed home from school today but i'm going to take a nap rn

    i'll reply to this when i get up.

    i have tons of things to do on feralfront later so i'll get around to it today <33

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    benjamin kigin


    Benjamin gave the girl a small smile. While he had heard her open-ended question, Timothy had spoken up inquiring about where they were going and deciding it was rude not to answer, the son of apollo glanced towards him. "Yeah, New York City." He confirmed. It was a little strange for them to be taking a bus all the way there but he also knew it was dangerous riding a bus or flying. There were all types of monsters on the road and no half-blood child was really safe. He just hoped they wouldn't have to fight anything before their quest actually begun. "Oh, i'm Benjamin by the way." The man spoke up again, turning back to Gwyneth. "Benjamin Kigin, son of Apollo."



    grace keller


    Her excitement was quite notably, making Grace a little bit uncomfortable but a wide grin crossed the girl's face as the pair shook hands. "I'm actually really nervous." Grace finally admitted, taking back her hand. "I've never been on a quest and it's weird, right?" The half-blood glanced back to Angelo who had fallen asleep. He clearly wasn't paying anymore attention. Grace turned back to Kotori. "Normally it's Percy Jackson and his friends who do quests, not people like us." Admittedly, Grace was concerned although it was very likely that stemmed from the boy who sat beside her.

    Timothy


    The boy just nodded, a slight smile payed across his face. He didn't know what to add to that wonderful piece of conversation. They all knew where they were going. None of them were idiots that just went with whoever for whatever reason just because the gods had said so. His fingers drummed against his pant leg.

    "I'm Timothy. You can call me Tim. Son of Vulcan." He stuck out a hand towards Benjamin. He had been right about the dude's name! An odd sense of accomplishment rushed throughout him.

    "Nervous about the quest?"


    Gwyneth


    Gwyneth flashed Benjamin a toothy smile. A son of prophecy and a son of metal. Add in a girl with identity problems and you'd get their little bunch!

    "Gwyneth, daughter of Lares." But sense Larse was pretty obscure she added, "The identity goddess."

    She ran a hand through her brightly colored hair. She sat, still halfway curled up and sweating, but trying her best not to make a show of it. After all, who wants a weak team mate?

    "I'm just a tad nervous. What about you, Benjamin?" She muttered, staring out a window, not daring to met either boy's eyes.


    Kotori


    The girl nodded furiously.

    "Yeah! Like, we're not children of powerful gods! What are we even doing out here?" The words just flew from her brain to her mouth, she didn't even bother to check them. Everything she said felt right and was what she meant. They weren't the right kids. they couldn't. No one would want kids of some weird, obscure god or goddess to be in a quest. Get a big god. A powerful god. That's who always saves the day.

    "At least we get to see the world?" Kotori added, embarrassment suddenly rushing to her cheeks. Had she offended Grace? She hoped not! It'd suck to lose such a cool friend before the quest even started!

    I don't have any motivation to post right now. I'll bookmark this. Can you bump this thread again tomorrow if I haven't replied when you check back? Just so I don't forget about it.

    ooc: i've been re-reading the percy jackson series. i just finished the lighting thief and i'm on sea of monsters. i forgot how good the books are. i'm museful for percy jackson roleplays but for the life of me, i can't post. lmao. #sendhelp.


    benjamin kigin


    Upon hearing his companion's introduction, Benjamin offered them each a shy nod. After a moment, the son of Apollo turned to look out the window of the bus. His hazel gazed zeroed in on nothing in particular as the desert valley zoomed past like lightspeed. The black asphalt grew nauseating to him as he gazed down at the road they followed up to New York. Benjamin rested his elbow onto the windowsill. His cheek leaned against his hand. "I suppose you can say that." Benjamin replied evenly. He wasn't really nervous. He was more unease. It was an unusual quest and unusual quests often meant trouble. Ben tried to roll his shoulders, pushing off the tension that had begun to build. "We should get off at the next stop and get more snacks."


    grace keller


    A shy smile pierced Grace's face. Atleast she wasn't alone in the thinking. She felt like there was an underlying reason for the disappearance of the minor gods but her mind didn't dare try and pry. She feared she wouldn't like the theories that would arise from her picking at endless list of possibilities. The girl glanced towards Angelo. A small sigh left her. How could he sleep so well in a time like this? Grace almost wished she too was the daughter of Hypnos. Sleep always came nature for his children. Grace shook her head. Enough thinking about sleep! Stiffening a yawn, Grace turned to Kotori. "Enough talk about the quest!" She spoke, her voice becoming more excited. It would seem as if Kotori's energetic aura had given the girl a small burst of energy. She gently slapped her cheeks, trying to clear her head by the action. "What do you like to do most at camp?"

    Timothy


    The lanky teen nodded his head in response, seeing the stop just after Benjamin had requested they stop for snacks. Huh. Maybe a power of his? Timothy wondered. It was unusual of demigods to have powers, and since Ben was a child of Apollo, he could have seen the stop before saying anything. Tim pursed his lips. He would ask later. His eyes glanced at the colorful girl between the two. Her hair was pretty messy and she was obviously nervous or something. Tim held in a scoff. Weakling. He'd have to ask about her powers, but he doubted they would be anything of interest.

    Tim shifted in his seat, thumbing his backpack strap. "Time to go get snacks then. Anyone have money?"


    Gwyneth


    Gwyneth felt Timothy's eyes on her, and she did not like it one bit. Her first instinct was to morph into a old lady just to show him what's what, but with so many mortals around...and the fact that the two didn't know about her powers...

    "I've got 5 bucks." Gwyneth offered, puffing out her chest and shooting a accusing glare at the son of Vulcan. She wasn't sure what he'd seen- or sees right now- but she would certainly show him his place. Despite the pressure building up in her throat and unbearable pounding in her head, she exhaled through her nose and grunted out. "So, who's ready to fight some monsters?"


    Kotori


    Kotori couldn't help but find herself smiling. She was liking Grace more and more by the minute! Plus, she had given Kotori an excuse to make the conversation more interesting and something (hopefully) less potentially offending.

    "Sleeping, like your friend over there is." She joked, running a hand through her hair to remind her where she was. "But, since I must up hold the title of the great goddess Tyche-" She had changed her voice to make it something similar to how Chiron would sound-something big and regal- when she said her mother's name. She then whispered and leaned in, mostly for effect, but also because she really didn't want the bus driver to know what she did in her free time. "-I usally gamble with some of the Apollo kids. HA you should see them!" She leaned back again, smiling from ear to ear.

    "Tell me, what did you do, all mighty child of..." She had pretended to bow but trailed off. "Ah, sorry, but I don't think I ever caught your parent's name."

    benjamin kigin


    Benjamin had seen the glance Gwyneth had shot Timothy. The seventeen-year old was more confused than surprised. Did the two have problems with one another? Oblivious to the tense atmosphere, Benjamin pulled his backpack into his lap. He quickly unzipped and zipped the pockets before he managed to pull out a few loose one-dollar bills. The son of Apollo threw his backpack over his shoulder and haphazardly counted the money. "I have $10.00" He added. He folded the bills then handed them over to Gwyneth, unofficially designating her as the trustee. The vehicle then came a screeching halt. The bus driver told everyone they had twenty minutes to do what they needed before the bus left. Benjamin turned to his fellow campers. "Let's go. What sounds good?" Personally, he was hungry for a cheeseburger.


    grace keller


    A smile of amusement crossed Grace's face. Mr. D was rather strict when it came to campers and doing their duties. Grace remembered a few instincts where the god of wine had gotten on her for oversleeping. But, apparently, the children of Hypnos were not to be punished for sleeping. Grace had been in the Hypnos cabins various times and most of them were always sleeping. The place was like a fluffy cloud full of sleep-intruding herbs and scents that clouded the senses and lulled unsuspecting children into a long slumber.


    Grace turned back to Kotori. She leaned in, chuckling quietly at her friend's comment before pushing herself back into her seat. "You're terrible!" The daughter of Hephaestus laughed playfully. Apollo's kids were rather gullible now that she thought about it. "ah, daughter of Hephaestus." Grace answered next, finding herself embarrassed for not mentioning it before. "I normally build things. My brother and I have been trying to build this amazing mechanical dragon for the past few months but it hasn't been all too successful. Other than that, I like to ride the Pegasi sometimes."

    6574472_ELD4BRnH61sRTPD.png Timothy pulled himself to his feet, tossing his bag over his sholdar and shoving his hands in his pockets.

    "Anything they didn't have at camp." He sighed, making his way towards the front of the bus. He frowned deeply, the sting of that girl's glare still fresh on his cheeks. Who did she think she was? How dare she assume he was checking her out, he barely even knew her! Plus, she was nothing to look at. Weirdly dyed hair, small eyes, cheekbones that were to proment. Geez, no one would be into her. That guy, Benjamin tho... Tim huffed, narrowing his eyes as he stepped out of the bus. Bright outside...He thought, unzipping his jacket a little bit And hot... He stepped inside the store without a look back at the rest of his group.


    6574459_PNi3VJytPhf0f6Q.png Gwyneth accepted Benjamins money with a smile and more or less forced herself to her feet. She would not be the weak link in this group. Her smile was tight as she walked down the tight row to get to the front of the bus. She tried not to make eye contact with anyone as she passed, but that proved to be rather difficult for whatever reason. For a hot second Gwyneth thought it was because she transformed again, but her gut told her otherwise. Gwyneth increased her speed until she was out of the bus. At this point she was practically panting and on their lame excuse for a teammate's heels. She glanced behind her for Benjamin, but thought it would be awkward to wait so she hurried inside the cooler store, shoving the bills into her pockets. She glanced around the shop, making sure there wasn't anyone really suspicious hanging out inside. Much to her luck, there was. Two guys, over in the back of the store. She couldn't tell if they were odd looking mortals or monsters, but she made a mental note not to go anywhere near them.


    6574466_P0JOJBIjEGNv8Eu.pngKotori leaned in again, excited by her new found friend. Man were new people exciting! Or at least, way more so then the Apollo kids! A metal dragon! How freakin' awesome was that!!

    "Man! When we get back you've got to let me help you! A metal dragon is so freakin' cool!! Does it breathe fire? Can it fly?!" The questions poured out faster than the daughter of Tyche herself could keep up with, her volume increasing with sheer love for the idea of a mechanical dragon.

    "Oh! Oh! We should name it Iron Wing or something cool! Kinda like Iron man, but since , ya know he's not a man maybe Iron Dragon? Iron Fire? All the names I'm coming up with are suuuuper edgy, but I'm positive you and your bro could name it something better, I mean, A metal dragon!" Kotori couldn't help herself, her gestures were wild and filled with excitement as was her voice.

    benjamin kigin


    Ben let out a small grunt of agreement. While food and drinks at the camp were great, Benjamin carved a greasy cheeseburger every once in a while. Throwing his hands into his pockets, the son of Apollo followed Gwyneth out of the bus. Immediately, the man pulled off his own jacket. As he walked, he quickly stuffed it into his backpack. Zipping up the zipper, Benjamin then trotted over back to Gwyneth's side. Timothy didn't seem all that interested in keeping with them so the son of Apollo decided to give the camper a bit of space in the time being. Like Gwyneth, Benjamin had spotted the two men hovering in the back. Benjamin's hazel eyes glanced over at the every once in a while as he pulled a few chips off of one of the shelves. Every glance he would send the pair, he found his stare being matched. Finally, one moved out of view. Immediately, Benjamin reached otu to grab hold of Gwyneth's arm. "Hey," He muttered quickly, "Grab whatever you can and get Timothy. I think we're about to have trouble." Benjamin wasn't sure what they were but he knew they weren't human at this point.


    grace keller


    Grace chuckled softly. She wasn't sure if Kotori would be good in the forges back at camp. While her energy was probably well welcomed by her brothers and sisters, the forges were a very dangerous environment for those who didn't know what they were doing. "Ah, no it doesn't" The girl replied. It was still very much in the beginning stages. "It still needs alot of work done. My brother and I are not all that happy with it considering it has been six months and it barely can stand at this point."

    Gwyneth's eyes went wide. No, please. They weren't even sure why they were going to meet the other campers! The monster fights couldn't start now! For a sickening second, Gwyneth wasn't sure if she remembered how to fight. Her heart froze when she realised Camp Juniper only prepared her for fighting a large group, not with just three kids. Gwyneth's eyes started to water despite her best efforts. The stress of the situation built between her eyebrows, banging on the backs of her eyes. Swallowing tickly, Gwyneth gave a weak nod, blindly reaching out and grabbing whatever was in front of her and stuffing it in her pockets. Something told her she would not need o be paying later. Not that their nine dollars was going to get them anywhere in terms of food.

    The small teen's eyes became glued to the ground as she started to make her way to Timothy, careful to make it look like she was just shopping-which wasn't all false. As she passed between rows, Gwyneth reached out taking small packs of snacks and a drink and fitting them into her bag. Yes, it was more noticeable then she would have liked, but again. Monsters equaled a fight which meant the trio may have to walk the rest of the way. No way was she going to go hungry with a moody boy and a mysterious son of apollo. Hands shaking, Gwyneth felt her self beginning to slip up. She couldn't remember a battle formation. She found it hard to remember where her weapon was. Had they packed one? Had the others? Surly they would run from the fight, right? No, Timothy would probably fight. Did that mean Gwyneth and Ben would have to fight? What about getting to the New York? How many monsters would they fight before they got there? Would any of the trio die? Probably, right? Probability of at least one of them dying were high, I mean, they were trained to be fighting in a group, and the greeks fighting style was stupid. The group would fight about that. Maybe even lead to their deaths. Her death. Gwyneth could see it now, he-CRASH

    Gwyneth froze. She looked up, eyes wide. The two strangers, now just a alsie over (had they been that close before?) made eye contact with Gwyneth. They made her. At least Timothy knows.


    Contray to Gwyneth's belief, Timothy did not know what was going on, since the walls of the bathroom where suprisingly thick.


    "Ah, well maybe a child of luck could, ah..." Kotori stopped for a second. She didn't have a good pun for this. "Make sure things go your way?" She ended that as a question more than a statement. She smiled, deciding that she kinda liked that joke and carried on. "Well, not standing does kinda sound like an issue...Is it fully sensentent? Or, made to be? Can't you prop it up using a metal skeleton of some kind? I'm no kid of Hephaestus, but it seems like you guys have options"

    I had to put these in spoilers because the post got too long. lul, sorry!


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    6574472_ELD4BRnH61sRTPD.png Timothy finished up in the bathroom. Man, he hoped the group weren't going to be late for the bus!


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    Kotori smiled, admiring the sketch. Man was Grace a talented artist! "Maybe we'll meet one on the quest!" She offered with a smile. Before Kotori could add to that, the bus slowed to a stop. "Ah, I guess we're here! Half way to New York!"


    //aaa sorry I took so long!