Post by hermes on Mar 2, 2011 18:02:49 GMT -5
Hermes had work to do. And it wasn’t the usual work, not delivering packages and messages and answering calls and in general keeping the world going, as he liked to think of it. No, this was a tad bit more important. Today’s mission was to spend some time with his kids. To start, the hardest nut to crack: Luke Castellan. And to be honest, the god of thieves was nervous as anything. That was why he decided to present himself as… well, not himself. Considering most of his kids seemed to have some deep-seated anger towards him, Luke being possibly posterchild for that campaign, he figured he’d have the best shot at actually seeing his son if he didn’t seem like he was actually the hated father. It was worth a shot. He felt a little guilty hiding from Luke, but he was pretty sure the kid who spent his life, and death, hating him, probably wouldn’t give him a chance at civil conversation.
So Hermes had been watching Luke for a few hours, trying to sort out where he might go, where would be best to catch him. When he thought he got it down well enough, he picked his guise. An innocent 14-year-old kid. Now, a convincing story. First, name. Yeah, that would help. Um… Erik. Yeah. He remembered one of Hephaestus’ kids during the early 80’s named Erik. He had been pretty cool. Until the hydra found him. Poor kid hadn’t even made it to 14. Hermes brushed the thought away. Focus. He needed a better identity. Well, obviously, he had to play a demigod if he was here. He got a brief laugh at the idea of playing a kid of his own. Wouldn’t that be weird! That, and Luke would probably know him by now if that were the case. So… what would be believable? Hebe. Believable? Who knew. But he’d just been by her place a bit ago to relay a message from Nemesis and she was the first one he thought of. Fair enough. Son of Hebe, obviously new to camp.
With the appearance of a young boy, he positioned himself near the climbing wall, glad there weren’t really any others around. He wanted to talk to Luke, not get a tour of the camp he watched being built. Now, he just hoped his educated guess that Luke would be in this area any time was correct. He thought he’d seen him last not that far from here. But until then, Hermes, or Erik rather, plucked a piece of grass and carefully, nervously, started pulling it to ribbons. George and Martha stayed, thankfully, silent in the small bag slung over his shoulder.
Word Count: 449