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Post by Deimos on Jan 17, 2011 21:40:49 GMT -5
The Labyrinth, a place that had been shrouded in mystery for thousands of years, but not so mysterious and legendary after all. Not after Jackson had tumbled into it with his little friends. Deimos huffed and looked down at the entrance from atop Zeus's Fist. This was a nice place in Camp Half-blood, so tall and full of power. When he and Phobos conquered Olympus, they could rename it Deimos' Fist or something cool like that. Or maybe they'd just destroy it. Put a demi-god or two inside the maze and seal it behind them so they couldn't get out. That would be fun, for about five minutes.
The war had not yet officially started, and because of that Deimos was getting agitated. He wanted to fight and kill some demi-gods now as opposed to later. Maybe just messing with one or two of them would suffice for now. After all, they were trying to gather forces for their army, which their soon-to-be champion would be leading eventually. But pickings were growing slim. More and more demi-gods were falling in love (sweet Olympus, that emotion was so annoying in today's society), having less reason to join, deciding to fight for the greater good, etc. He'd found, though, that the better, more willing demi-gods were ones with either minor gods as parents or Olympian halfbloods who hated their parents.
Hmph. That really wasn't slim pickings... was it?
His musings were interrupted by the sound of someone approaching. Deimos, who was simply lounging on top of the mountain of rocks, lazily turned his head to see who was stupid enough to be wandering around at this time of night. Squinting his eyes, he could see a mass of dark hair emerging from the forests. Whoever this demi-god was, he was tall. And he was walking around almost like it was uncomfortable... Oh, yeah, Deimos could recognize this one. It was Nick Hawthorne, the one his brother had thrown around at the lighthouse up by Lake Superior. He'd heard the story.
Now word had it he had a blond little shadow - what was her name? Yale? Mail? Oh. Gail. Some daughter of Athena. Deimos had his sources, and he knew plenty about the situation. Well, not a whole lot, but he knew the basics. He'd done his research. After hearing about the confrontation at Lake Superior, Deimos had been doing some thinking. Having a son of Zeus on their side would really help them out, not to mention it would be a huge embarrassment to Olympus. A perfect excuse to have him join the troops. With a smirk, Deimos swung his legs around so he could be facing the demi-god when he finally entered the clearing. He cleared his throat.
"So I see you've decided to leave your pet blond at home," he commented with a raised eyebrow. All because he'd decided that he wanted this son of Zeus in the ranks didn't mean he had to be nice. He'd never been one for diplomacy. "What has you wandering around the forest? Don't you know there are things that go bump in the night?" He smirked.
WORD COUNT 559
TAGS Nick
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Post by Nicholai Hawthorn on Jan 20, 2011 20:05:07 GMT -5
 Nick was laying down in his bed in the infirmary, looking at the small blond not to far away who had fallen asleep in the nearby bed in the middle of them talking about some of the best battle plans. Or well, she talked and Nick listened, just chiming in once or twice. Something that he had been perfectly happy with doing, just the fact she was there was good enough for him. She had been getting more talkative lately, though he wasn't sure if that was because he was making her nervous or she was just starting to feel more comfortable around him. He was hoping it to be the second one, because maybe if she did feel comfortable around him then she would want to hang around him once he healed. He was supposed to get out of the infirmary in the morning, being sent back to his cabin and part of him just didn't want to leave because he was afraid that afterwards she wouldn't want anything to do with him.
He slowly got to his feet, holding his side and tensing his jaw as he did so. He needed to get out for a little while, maybe it would get his mind off of the girl before him that was slowly making him fall for her. He knew that he was setting himself up for a heartbreak down the road, but he was sick of trying to fight his feelings. Gail was unlike anyone he had ever met before and he didn't want to lose her. He walked over to where she was laying and pulled the covers up to her shoulders, kissing her forehead gently." спать спокойно, ангел мой." He whispered before he quietly walked out of the infirmary, grabbing his hoody on the way out.
It was just about twilight, he guessed that it was only a matter of time before the air was full of the smell of burning food and the sometimes off key singing from the Apollo cabin. Nick wasn't really in the mood for campfire singing, or dinner right now so he just kept walking. As he reached the entrance to the forest he lifted up the hood on his red jacket and kept his eyes open. He wasn't going that deep, but it didn't mean that he couldn't run across anything dangerous while he was out.
If only he knew how right he was...
As he reached Zeus' fist he realized he wasn't alone, quickly taking the pendent off of his arm band but not transforming it into a sword, yet...Though as he was able to make out the others face his stomach dropped, Phobos? It had to be, right? but then again there was something different about him. When he mentioned Gail, his heart fallowed suit with his stomach, how could this bastard know so much?" I thought Id get some air, and I'm perfectly aware what is in the forest...Can I help you? Or are you looking for another try to toss me around? Because know now that I'm not going to let it happen twice.." Even if he was injured..
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Post by Deimos on Jan 21, 2011 21:13:33 GMT -5
Deimos couldn't stop the smirk that spread across his face at the words from the son of Zeus. Granted, he and his brother were twins, but nobody had ever mixed them up before. Probably because nobody had known them by name, or had encountered the other and lived before. Swinging his legs around to face the boy completely, Deimos folded his arms and rested them on top of his legs. The smirk turned almost menacing as the scars on his face came to light from the moon. "I see you've mistaken me for my brother, demi-god. My name is Deimos, god of terror. Usually I specialize in groups, but lately there aren't many groups of demi-gods around to horrify, unless you count this camp."
That was the problem. People weren't afraid of the right things anymore. They were scared of going bankrupt, paying taxes... they weren't into the good stuff anymore. Sea monsters rising up from the sea to devour entire cities didn't frighten people anymore - there had been too many blasted Hollywood movies about it. Ugh. Hollywood. Deimos then decided that after this camp, Hollywood would be the first to go. That way, no more scary movies could be made. He would have more people to frighten then, wouldn't he? Sometimes he surprised himself with his own genius.
"Come on, not everything has to be violence. Listen. I heard you put up a pretty good fight against my brother back at Lake Superior. Not many demi-gods live to tell the tale, let alone put up that much of a fuss." Flattery, flatter, flattery, blah, blah, blah. Deimos never really saw the purpose of it, but he knew that it got people to either see your side of things or join them or do something else equally pleasant. But there was some truth to his words. Deimos had been honestly impressed that three demi-gods... well, techinically four since that one came back from the dead, managed to defeat his brother. Granted, the news was somewhat troubling and a little irritating, but hey, it was impressive.
The problem was, it was plain common sense that Jackson would never join the corps. He'd defeated Deimos and his brother once before, and now he'd done it again to Phobos. So it was time to set his sights on the next son of the Big Three. Like Deimos had thought just moments before, what an embarrassment to Olympus it would be if the son of Zeus were to join the fight against them? The thought was... well, it was rather enjoyable. Downright ironic, actually. Irony was always good for the soul, or the mind, or whatever it was. Leaning back against the rock behind him, Deimos raised an eyebrow at Nick. "So listen. I've got my sources, boy, and I know a lot of things already, being a god and all." The smirk got bigger.
Now was time to lay on the deal. "Basically, I wanted to check and see if you wanted to join the ranks my brother and I are getting together. We've already got a reasonable number, and I've heard your dad's been quite the jerk lately," Deimos said with, the smirk turning into an ominous grin. With every deal, came the return package. He was in a reasonably good mood right now anyway, why not use it? "And I've heard, from my sources and through my own observations, that you've got this thing for, uh... the blond. That daughter of Athena, um... Gail, I think it was. I'm feeling pretty generous, so I'll tell you what. You join me and my brother, and we'll let her go scot-free. Not a hair on her head will be damaged." But there was no way he was swearing on the River Styx.
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