forum Camp Half-Blood RP (Closed)

Started March 16, 2018 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

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She snorted. "Is that all you Ares kids think about? Fighting and killing stuff?"

"Well what else would you do on a quest?" Ryker questioned. "Fighting monsters is kind of what you do. At least, I think so."

She face palmed. "There is a bigger purpose to this than to just kill things. What, I have a feeling we're going to find out soon enough."

"Yeah, but killing things is easier," Ryker mumbled. "And what kind of purpose would it be?" The green scenery they had had before changed into the grey of New York city.

She rolled her eyes. "There's more to life than killing." She said. "So much more."

"Okay, explain," Ryker said.

She looked at him in disbelief. She opened her mouth then closed it again. She shook her head. "No. I'll let you figure it out for yourself hot shot."

"Suit yourself, Casanova," Ryker said.

She chuckled. She checked her makeup in the mirror, reapplying some lipstick. "How far north are we going?"

"No idea," Ryker answered.

"Well, if we go to Canada, can we stop at Montreal?"

"I don't know where that is, but sure," Ryker chuckled. "I think I packed a compass, can you check in my bag?"

She rolled her eyes. "You don't need a compass, you need a map or a GPS."

"We're going a direction, not to a certain place," he said. They had stopped at a red light, so he leaned back to get his bag.

"Then a map, so we at least know where we are." She scowled at his stubbornness

He gave up on reaching his bag, so turned back just in time for the light to go green. "Do you have a map?"

"No, but of you pill into a gas station I can go buy one."

"When I see one, I'll pull over," Ryker said. "But for now, we're moving in the general direction,"

She sighed. She fiddled with the radio a little bit. "You know, most guys fall at my feet and worship the very ground I walk on. But not you. It's refreshing."

"You're welcome for not worshiping you…" Ryker said, rolling his eyes. "You're a person, not a goddess I have to bow down to,"

She snorted. "Never said I was, but thank you for thinking of me as a goddess."

"The way you were talking about it just seemed like… you know what, forget it," Ryker sighed. He noticed a gas station up ahead.

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh no, you can say it. I won't get offended."

"Okay, I'm holding you to that. The way you were talking about it seemed like you thought of yourself as a goddess," Ryker said. He pulled into the gas station and parked.

"Mother would blast me if I actually thought that." She unbuckled and got out. "I dont think of myself as a goddess. I'm just confident in myself."

"Listen, Phoebs, I think that we're finding something…. Freeing someone. Mihala and I discussed her visions, and they have one thing in common. Taurtarus."

"Alright, Casanova," Ryker said. He took out his pencil and started fiddling with it, making sure not to spin it around.

She winked and shut the door. She came back with a couple bags of snacks and one map.

"Listen, Ryker, Mihala is incredibly vision prone, being a kid of Apollo. Next thing we know, minor prophecies will out, and leave gaps with unfinished things, a war between self, and fate. Essentially, she may tear apart our prophecy."