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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 9, 2017 17:05:19 GMT
Prochorus frowned. He wished he had an idea who his parent was. But he hadn't exhibited any powers that suggested anything. And he couldn't breathe underwater, so he guessed Poseidon was out. He had had a lot of monster attacks, but as Eurytus said, that could be him having been locked onto, not because his father was one of the Big Three.
"What is this claiming? When does it happen?"
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 9, 2017 17:21:52 GMT
"Hmph, if they haven't bothered to come claim us by now then I wouldn't expect them to just suddenly show up now!" Stelios scoffed. He wiped his brow with his forearm as his eyelids rapidly fluttered. He was still in very bad shape and what was left of his energy was being spent on trying to keep himself awake and focused on what was going on.
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Post by huntress on Apr 9, 2017 17:32:47 GMT
Sophia sighed. "So it's all just speculations? You don't even know whether they will claim us and if they will. This whole think feels even more fake and fantastical. Who do you think our godly parents are? You said you have some suspicions?"
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Post by The Muses on Apr 9, 2017 18:34:54 GMT
Eurytus noted Stelios condition and reached into his pouch. "I suppose this is as good as time as ever to introduce you to ambrosia. It's food of Olympus and will heal you of any injury. Almost instantly. Eat," he passed some along to Stelios; it looked like a small, baked, golden square. "However, if you eat too much you will burn up, literally. As demigods you can withstand it but mortals will die from a single bite, so be careful with where you put it."
"As for claiming, you're right. It's very rare, and I've forgotten what it even looks like. You'll know it when you see it. But yes, I don't know. No-one does but the gods themselves." His eyes twinkled at Sophia's last comment.
"Well, for one of you, yes. Perhaps two. But again, I've had suspicions before and I've been wrong. I won't give you false hope, otherwise I may offend the gods."
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Post by huntress on Apr 9, 2017 18:39:50 GMT
Sophia looked at him expectantly. "Soo, what is happening now? I mean the gods may not be in a hurry to claim us or anything but we need to get on with our lives and we need information and plans because if those monsters keep chasing us, we will be dead."
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 9, 2017 18:46:55 GMT
Stelios took the small golden square and stared at it inquisitively, scowling as he did so as if he didn't trust the square, not Eurytus, the square. He looked over at Sophia as she voiced her concerns.
"Don't worry kids, I may not have ever fought anything like what we've seen today but now I know those things are out there, I'll be ready for them next time and things won't go the same way," Stelios' expression was stern and determined but his tone was almost fatherly, "so this'll heal me?" he gestured at the square as he looked back over at Eurytus.
(OOC will wounds healed by ambrosia or even Iason's magic leave any scars incidentally?)
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Post by huntress on Apr 9, 2017 18:59:46 GMT
Sophia looked over at Stelios. "Well, that's good and all, you fighting them off on your own but I don't think that's going to work. I get it - you are the hero, you have the ego of a hero, you do things your way. However, I don't think you can deal with that on your own, no offence."
Sophia realised she may have sounded a bit rude and smiled at him. "Look, I am not trying to undermine you. And I am grateful that you offer your protection. I just think we should be working together. I need to learn on my own how to fight against those. I am pretty good with a bow. I have always been. Maybe we should start from there.", this was addressed to Eurytus.
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 9, 2017 19:10:53 GMT
Stelios just grumbled to himself as he turned his attention back to Eurytus.
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 9, 2017 19:12:04 GMT
Prochorus leant forward. "Sophia is right; it's not as easy as knowing they're out there. They'll surprise you every time."
(OOC: Ambrosia won't leave scars and don't know about Iason's healing. Also, tje ambrosia will taste like one of your favourite foods and bring back warm memories.)
"You should eat that. It's safe, in small doses."
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Post by The Fates on Apr 9, 2017 19:13:27 GMT
Iolas cut in with Sophia's question. 'Well what you're waiting for is a quest! Every demigod we shelter, train and one day the Oracle will just choose you and off you go!' he exclaimed. 'So it's a waiting game,' he said happily. 'Not everyone finds their Heracles straight away.' (OOC: Quest will be very soon.)
'As for healing, ambrosia just heals you totally! Normal healing, even with magic, well, that's less perfect.'
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Post by huntress on Apr 9, 2017 19:16:53 GMT
Sophia rolled her eyes at Stelios. "Fine, be like this. Is there a god of, well I don't know, incurable ego? Because that will be his dad!", she asked Eurytus, mocking Stelios.
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Post by The Muses on Apr 9, 2017 19:17:32 GMT
"That may be Zeus," he jested, glancing up at the sky with caution.
Eurytus nodded. "What Iolus means is this place will look after you. Your new home, if you;re willing. You are not forced to stay, but we advise it. Greatly. For now, we shall get you settled in. As you are all undetermined, it's the Hermes cabin for you," he smiled. "Then, tomorrow, we will start training." He smiled at Sophia. "We'll take you through the bow of course. You'll soon attend weapj training, where you cab find the weapon most suited to you."
"Any last questions before we take you to the houses?"
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 9, 2017 19:53:59 GMT
"Yes, actually," Prochorus spoke up. "If we are claimed, what happens to us?"
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Post by The Muses on Apr 9, 2017 19:55:51 GMT
"Well, you'll be put in your parents cabin and we'll know better how to deal with you and any budding abilities. Is it all?"
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 9, 2017 19:56:00 GMT
"I'm not egotistical kid but I've been fighting longer than you've been alive, I just know how good I am," Stelios spoke in a gruff voice as he popped the square of ambrosia into his mouth.
It tasted like freshly baked bread. Exactly the same as the bread that the baker who lived a little way down the road from Stelios back in Amphipolis used to taste. His wrist began to crack as the bones started to slot themselves back together in the correct position. The torn flesh on his shoulder and back began to knit itself back together as if the ambrosia was working his body like a maid works her loom. The burns from the Drakon's spit disappeared as his skin smoothed over. In his mind, a fond but forgotten memory began to surface. Stelios was sat on the shore just outside Amphipolis' city walls, his arm wrapped around Amara. The pair watched the sun slowly set over the shimmering waves of the Aegean.
Stelios shook his head as he snapped himself out of it, falling forwards out of his chair. He slammed his hands down on the ground to prevent him from faceplanting the floor. He was panting heavily and beads of sweat had begun to form on his brow. "That stuff's go quite a kick," he grumbled as he looked back up at Eurytus.
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also when you stop questioning stuff, you end up with the Star Wars prequels! Think about that