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Post by Apate on May 14, 2011 15:03:25 GMT -5
Apate was growing very bored with this Camp Half-Blood place. She’d been here nearly all summer and, while that might be well and good for the snotty little demi-dork runts, it was not exactly choice accommodations for a goddess. Even a goddess of something as lesser and unpleasant as deceit. And there wasn’t a lot to do if you didn’t really need to train. The parading around as a nine-year-old part had been fun for a while, and she was still under that disguise, but it was losing its novelty. Hey, she wasn’t exactly the goddess of patience, was she? The mirror Eris had let her borrow - that she had no intention of returning for at least a century - was serving some purpose too. There were a handful of crazed mortals running around New York City, some in the country, and a demi-god or two just to top it off. No one hugely important. Not yet.
Sitting where she was at the picnic table in the arts and crafts tent - possibly one of the most useless areas in this entire place, which was really saying something - her feet dangling a few inches above the ground. This was the section of the tent for the younger kids who hadn’t progressed to carving marble or that sort, and posing as a child sort of meant that she had to sit here. Not the most flattering thing but that was that. She looked down at the table spattered with clay and paint stains and the blob of clay in front of her. If she wanted to, she could make something really extraordinary out of this. Much better than any lame demi-god. But she really didn’t feel like it. And she did have an act to keep up.
With a silent sigh, she pushed her hands into the blob and started kneading it to make it a little more malleable. What to make, what to make? She could do the generic bowl or something. She’d seen a lot of people here try a vase, but that was too close to a pithos for her taste, and she’d been tempted to destroy the campers’ creations just for the reminder, so she certainly wasn’t about to make her own. There was always the tried and true statue of a person. Boooooriiiing. Eh, she’d just see what came of it. Word Count: 397 |
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Post by Momus on Jun 2, 2011 8:23:59 GMT -5
 Momus was starting to get tired of this Camp Half Blood and he had only been staying here for a few short days. Apparently not many of the campers here had seen the movies he had been in as Brett Mackery. Uncultured lot of pathetic useless lumps of clay and genetic half-breeds, as Momus took to calling them all now. Momus shoved his hands into the pockets of his suit and strolled over the grounds muttering a few pieces of ridicule where it was needed most and ignoring the one who dared to try and speak up for themselves.
He sighed and rolled his eyes as he passed near the arts and craft area. What a waste of time that place was. This place was looking more and more like a camp for babies with each activity. Momus could understand why Dionysus hated it here so much. How ironic that he should get kicked from Olympus and sent to Camp as punishment. It was one of the best jokes Momus had heard all century. He scratched the back of his head and slowly came to a stop a dozen or so yards from a group of picnic tables. There was a little girl sitting there playing with a lump of clay. Of course after staring at her for only a minute or so Momus knew exactly who she was. A curious and mischievous smile pulled at his lips. He walked over and stood opposite of the girl.
“Wow I didn’t think you’d ever be resorted to childish antics like this. Last time I saw you, you were, well, you were legal looking for starters.” Momus winked at her. He sneered at the clay she was trying to mold and he chuckled, this was all too perfect. He slid onto the seat across from her and leaned forward on his elbows.
“Now, I can assume to know what you are doing here after all I know where your loyalties lie Apate. Goddess of Decite in disguise at Camp Half Blood, did I hit the nail on the head? I mean you have to be working for that lush Phobos and equally insane twin of his.” He held up his hand, “And before you can chide me for mocking them, think about who you are talking to. I take you can work out who I am.” Momus beamed at her still leaning on the table, he was quite proud of himself. “Look at me deducing all of this without your help. I’m quite brilliant. But what I can’t figure out is what are you trying to make?” He sneered at the lump of clay in Apate’s hands it didn’t look like much. His head tilted to the side in an attempt to get another view of it. No luck it still looked unrecognizable. WORD COUNT//471 |
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Post by Apate on Jun 2, 2011 12:23:28 GMT -5
 Apate sensed the presence before he even approached, but didn’t bother to look up. It was a god for sure, and it didn’t take long for her to realize just who when the other immortal walked around the table and planted himself opposite her. Finally, she looked up innocently, something that was a complete lie, but an act she’d perfected over the years as well. She smiled as he skipped any introduction and jumped right to the point. So like him. “Yes, it was always you who got into the childish antics, wasn’t it? I’m allowed a little fun now and then, though, aren’t I? Besides, good camouflage. People around here seem to adore little children and wouldn’t doubt a word I say. Not that anyone does normally, but still.”
She let him go on his ramble. He’d always been one for rambling, so she knew better than to stop him. The hand held up to stop her from interrupting wasn’t even necessary. He was her older brother, even if not older by much. She knew him better than most, she liked to think. But first and foremost to know about the god of mockery was that he had a big head filled with a lot of hot air that tended to spill out his mouth in a ceaseless stream of words whenever he opened his lips. She waited until she was sure he was done and was apparently critiquing her blob before speaking.
“Of course I know who you are. You think I’d so soon forget my own brother, Momus, god of mockery, satire, and all that quite entertaining stuff. Honestly, what do you take me for? And no need to ask what you’ve been up to. Bringing your gifts to the public circuit, I’ve noticed. I saw a couple of your films. Snuck in, of course, so you didn’t see a nickel from me. Not bad at all, though. As for you brilliant deductions, I could say you’re both right and wrong. Sure, I’ll lend the wonder twins a hand here and there if the price is right, but honestly, brother, you should know me better than that. I tend to work solo. Though I’ve come to acquire some interesting new, and old, friends here and there.” She let that idea hang in the air for a few minutes, messing with his clay, to see what he made of it. “I’m making a temple, can’t you tell?” she asked with some degree of joking, mushing the blob into something of a block and pressing her hands down on the top to give it a ‘roof’ slanting off to either side before shoving it towards him. “There, a temple to the forgotten gods of the pithos, I say. Need more notoriety.”
Now it was her turn to lean in on her elbows, though it looked much less impressive with a nine-year-old leaning in to talk to a grown man for all appearances. “Which leads to my next question. I’ll skip the obvious question of why in Nyx’s name you’re here, and move on to the obvious implications of this odd little family reunion in an even odder location. I’ve been meaning to seek you and the others out anyway. Momus, I propose and alliance.” Word Count: 546 |
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Post by Momus on Jun 15, 2011 10:31:39 GMT -5
 Momus did his best to keep the cheeky grin on his face but being in the presence of Apate was never something he enjoyed. He didn’t want to show how much she was already bothering him so he smiled in a plastic manner at her as she spoke. He shrugged his shoulders a little shaking his head slightly at her explanation. Did she really dare to call him childish? Momus snorted and his eyes narrowed on her. “I’d be careful who is calling who childish Apate. I’m not the God who has their hands covered in clay. Aren’t you going to miss naptime? I know you get very cranky when you don’t get a nap. Then again, you’ve always been cranky. Must not be the lack of sleep but the lack of a decent soul.”
Oh Momus wasn’t always funny and easy with his remarks towards others. Most of the time it was all in good fun even if he didn’t mean what he was saying. However here and now he meant every word. The tone in his voice showed that if the expression in his eyes did not. He rolled his tongue around in his mouth for a moment still eyeing the lump of clay under the control of Apate. She always did love to get her hands dirty in the affairs of others. Momus lifted his chin a little when Apate referred to him as her brother. Yes, they were brother and sister but it didn’t mean that he had to like it or acknowledge it. Family always disappointed you especially if you had Immortals for blood relatives.
The grin slipped from his face as Apate continued to speak extensively. It slid into a near scowl. Momus kept his hands folded properly on the table his posture did not change and he moved not a single inch during her bit. His lips twitched only slightly playing at another smug grin but he couldn’t do it. “Well, I had to keep myself busy away from Olympus after all.” he muttered softly. “You should know better then to ask me a question like that. What do I take you for? My dear Apate, unless you want an honest hard hitting answer you want to be wary with what you ask. And as for this term brother you keep throwing around it suggests that we are related and even share a bond. The only bond we share ‘sister’ is the Immortal genes that run through us. As I recall family stands up for one another when they are needed the most. And if my memory is correct I do not recall seeing you standing up for me when Zeus booted me from Olympus. The only thing I take you for Apate is a traitor and a shameful excuse for a Goddess. Not like I expected more from you, Goddess of Deceit after all. You get what you pay for, as the expression goes.”
Momus hated that there wasn’t a single member of his bloodline that had spoken on his behalf and he still hadn’t let that go. Not even his own mother tried to help revoke his sentence. He sat back for a second crossing his arms and glancing around to avoid Apate’s eyes while he worked to calm his emotions. He sniffed and looked back to the clay, he saw no temple. Sneering at the lump and Apate he gave a scoff and said, “You never were good at art. Best leave that to Apollo.” He took his finger and pushed it into the clay. He struggled on freeing it and when he did there were bits of residue on the tip. Momus rolled his eyes and cleaned his finger off on his jacket. “Watch it Apate, that’s our mother you’re talking about.” Of course he said this with heavy sarcasm. No mother of his would betray him in such a way.
Momus let out a sharp burst of laughter at the idea of an alliance with her. He finished cleaning his finger off and eyed Apate carefully. “Being at this camp has seriously screwed with your mind Apate. I have already told you, you can call us family but it doesn’t mean a damn thing when you don’t back them up when they need you most!” His temper was starting to seriously fly away with him now. She was pushing his buttons even if she didn’t mean to, then again knowing her Apate probably knew exactly what she was doing. “What I am doing here is my own business, and it doesn’t concern you. And after all of the lack of things you have done for me in the past Apate why in the name of Olympus would I ever make an alliance with you? You better have a hell of reason because right now you maybe selling but I’m not buying any of your cheap worthless crap. Does that answer your question, which wasn’t really a question but more of a suggestion. So Apate, ‘sister of mine’ does that shed some light on where I stand with you?” His eyes narrowed on her not even the tiniest smirk on his face. WORD COUNT//863
NOTES//the not so friendly side of momus, kinda scary o.o |
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