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Post by sundude on Dec 31, 2010 0:06:01 GMT -5
 437 // Harper // Relaxed
As many times as Apollo had come to Camp Half-Blood he had never really gotten the chance to appreciate what Chiron and even the D-Man were doing. It wasn't really all that bad but if he was being honest, which he always was, Apollo really only wanted to see his cabin. That and his children, but if he said only his children they would say he was going soft. His sister probably would say he was reckless and guys like him were the reason she gave up men. He didn't really let what they think bother him but he did have a reputation. The only god with more kids then him was Hermes and Apollo still couldn't explain that.
Apollo stood outside of Cabin Seven, soaking up the glittering sunshine that the cabin was recreating. It was nothing like the real thing, but it was a good homage. With a grin he walked in, taking in everything around him. They sure did know how to make a god blush. Apollo sat down on a random bed, he didn't think they would mind all that much. After all he was their father and a god, he doubted there would be any complaints.
"So this is how the little dudes live, not so bad." Apollo took in more of his surroundings. The more he thought about it though, the more he was annoyed. That Athena girl, Annabeth, she had the hat and he knew for a fact a couple of those flying shoes were rumbling in a shoe box under some demi-gods bed. What did his kids have? Nothing. Now that he thought about it, he was kind of a dead beat dad. The only question he was left with now was, what did he give and to who? It had to be a good gift, had to fight the kid. But who deserved it the most? A son? The thought almost made him cry. His beautiful sons, gone. His sorrow was short lived. How could he be so foolish. Just like in life, his girls those were the really devoted ones. His sister had proved that to him a long time ago.
"Sophie?...no..Harper," he said under his breathe. Yeah, that sounded right. She had been a little angry at first, even torn but what demi-god hadn't been. Hell, even he resented his dad at first. But she was loyal and no one could put a price on loyalty. At least not in his mind. He settled his hands on his chest content with his decision. Apollo stared at the ceiling, it was nice, this relaxing thing.
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Post by Harper Marowski on Dec 31, 2010 13:42:50 GMT -5
  --------------------------------------------------------------------------So yeah, having a quest wasn't exactly everything Harper had thought it would be. Granted, she knew that it wasn't all glorious and fun, but who knew it could cause this much stress? She'd been running around camp for the past few days, trying to figure out what she would need, who she would bring, and just trying to figure out her prophecy. None of it boded well, in fact Harper was pretty sure she was heading towards disaster going on this thing, but she knew she had to do it. It was sort of required... she didn't even want to think of the consequences of what would happen if she refused this quest.
She was coming back to her cabin after an archery practice. Harper definitely wasn't the best of her siblings at archery, but that still meant she was better than most of camp. It was sort of infuriating to her, now of all times, that her talent mostly lied in healing and singing. Neither of which, on an action-packed quest, would be much good. She sucked at hand-to-hand combat, which pretty spelled doom if they were to come across any monster... which was a guaranteed on this quest, pretty much. Great. She'd die before they even reached Niagara Falls. And death wasn't exactly something Harper wanted to think about right now. After all, she had plenty to live for... didn't she?
Harper pushed open the door to the cabin, brushing some of her long dark hair over her shoulder as she set her bow and quiver down on her bed. It was as she turned around that she noticed there was someone else in here. Harper jumped in surprise and gasped - shocks like this weren't exactly welcome ones. Especially with the hyped up state she was in. She ran a hand through her hair and blinked, staring at this person that seemed vaguely familiar. "Can I help you?" she asked. Coming from any other person, it probably would have sounded agitated or angry, but coming from Harper, it was just geniune concern, curiosity, willingness-to-help, etc.
But Harper took another look at the person lying there on the bed across from hers. His sunny blond hair, the casual way he was just laying there, like he didn't have to worry about anything... could it be...? It couldn't. She hadn't ever even seen her father, before, but there was something about this guy... "Dad? Oh, I mean, Apollo... sir?" She remembered what someone had said once - that gods didn't like it when you addressed them by relationships. People who'd met their godly parents always said that they were distant. Not very nice. While Harper certainly hoped this wasn't the case with Apollo, she really had no way of knowing.
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Post by sundude on Jan 2, 2011 1:45:32 GMT -5
571 // Harper // Reminiscent
Apollo was completely dazed. As far as he was concerned the rest of the world didn’t exist around him. Nothing but the bed he was on because he was quickly drifting off to sleep. He wasn’t one for sleeping alone, Apollo had a thing for cuddling, but he was a victim to the moment. Then his rest was disrupted by someone asking what he was doing around. He opened one eye trying to figure out who dared disrupt his sleep. He laughed to himself, even semi-angry thoughts seemed wrong coming from him. When he heard her, he could always tell a woman’s voice, fumble over exactly what to call him. Sir, the thought made him cringe and think of his father. Sure he was an Olympian but the last thing he wanted was to be too closely associated with his father. He was his own man, he had made that very clear. He supposed that because Apollo was his name it only made sense he would be addressed in such a way. But that was so very, boring and average. Dad, on the other hand, that was uniquely him. After all a girl could only have one father technically. Plus it made him feel important and proud.
So this is what it was like? Zeus was hardly the emotional type - unless zapping counts as love - but sometimes Apollo could tell when he was proud. Most of the time it was directed towards Artemis or Athena but sometimes he was the recipient. Suddenly it made him feel really guilty. Didn’t his children deserve to know their father was proud? Apollo opened both of his eyes now, completely aware. It was like he had never been on the verge of sleep in the first place. He sat up leaning against the wall, his feet dangling over the edge. “Hello Harp,” he said with a small smile. Gods, it had been so long since the last time he saw her. She was about twelve but no matter how old she got he still remembered her as a baby. Her cute little curls and the sound of her laugh.
Her third birthday, he remembered that best. He had been parading around as a ginger back in those days. He had to using some remedies to knock out the delivery guy for a while so he could go to the party but it was for a good cause. Seeing Tricia again was strange, he had loved a lot of mortals but some stayed with him longer then others. She didn’t say anything, but Apollo got the feeling she knew he was there. The sun necklace was probably a dead giveaway. Nobody else understood though, so Apollo didn’t really care about being obvious. Harper was his kid and he wanted monsters and the other gods to know it, even if he didn’t claim her for a while after that. He wanted her to live normally, at least for a little while. “How have you been darling? It’s been a while?” he asked. He wondered if she would tell the truth or if she would make everything seem peachy. He had heard some stuff about an Ares kid who hated camp. Apollo wondered if Harper was blunt like him. No, she couldn’t be, she was his kid after all. All sunshine and happiness just the way she should be. “Oh and please don’t call me sir.”
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Post by Harper Marowski on Jan 3, 2011 15:47:32 GMT -5
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- In all honesty, Harper had come to expect a lot of things about her life here at Camp Half-blood. She had learned to accept the daily insanity, the constant training, and just recently she had learned how to deal with demi-god relaationships... the kissing, making out, heart thundering in your chest kind of relationship. But one of the things she'd learned over the years was to never expect your god parent to just drop in for a visit. It rarely happened, and if it did, it really only happened to the special campers. Like it had been said that Percy Jackson had been visited by his dad on more than one occasion, and to a girl like Harper, who hadn't even fought in the war against Kronos (because she'd had a broken leg at the time), that seemed unheard of.
So, needless to say, she was utterly surprised when her father was seen casually lounging on the bed across from hers. Harper sank onto her bed, wondering how this was even possible. Why was he here? Had someone done something wrong? Was it because she would be going on a quest soon? Did this mean he really did care about his demi-god children? Instantly she chided herself for that last question. She knew he cared - what parent didn't? However, there was a small part of her that was also aware that he'd had many other children, slept with many other women other than her mother, and didn't visit any of them either.
But nevertheless, her eyes sort of lit up when she realized that it really was him. Her father. The god she'd come to respect and serve - and by serve, she meant do pretty much everything in his name. He was also the god of prophecy. Briefly she wondered if he knew that she'd be headed on a quest soon, with another one of his daughters and her boyfriend, Gavin Sawyer. "Well, hi then... um, Dad? Is it okay if I call you that? Or do you want me to call you Apollo?" She had to stop herself from calling him sir - it took a little bit of restraint to keep herself from doing that. After all, she was perfectly aware that there were come gods who got very upset if they were addressed as anything other than 'sir' or 'madam'. She was relieved, though, that her father was not one of these.
"I, um, I've been okay," she said, rubbing the back of her neck. What exactly were you supposed to say to your godly father? Harper had honestly never really had a father figure around in her life. Her mother was the only parent who'd been around on a daily basis to take care of her. She didn't know what one did with a father. "Life's good here at camp. But now I kind of wish I really paid attention during combat practice - I've got a quest coming up soon. But I think I'll do you proud. At least, I hope I will, because I'm not sure how good I am at real life stuff like that, since I've never really been..." Harper let out a deep breath. She did this around Gavin too - she started rammbling when she got nervous.
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Post by Sophia Greene on Jan 3, 2011 18:15:34 GMT -5
Sophie whipped the hair that was sticking to her forehead from the sweat. The day was one sticky hot day and soon the other demi-gods would be leaving to go back home to start the school year. Oh well it was not the first time nor the last time that this would happen. After she grabbed her arrows from the target and made it back, she sat in the shade for awhile and took a drink from her water bottle. Her orange Camp Half Blood T-shirt was slightly sticking to her. Honestly the heat did not bother the eldest daughter of Apollo as she loved the summer sun. She sat back in it and closed her eyes taking it in as she always did when she could. After a few hours more the eldest daughter of Apollo made her way back to her cabin, attempting to fix the arrow she broke. “Way to pull another robin-hood move Soph” she muttered to herself. She stopped a minute and bent it back in place. “Perfect,” she smiled and made her way back. She heard Harper in the cabin talking to someone. A man? Who would come to their cabin? Then again it was a cabin of all girls, as of right now. “Harper?” she called in and walked in seeing a man. His blonde hair and seeming warm smile brought familarance to her mind. Her bright eyes tried not to show how shocked she was. “Dad” was all she could reply at the moment. This had to be the first time in a long time she actually got to see him. She was not sure what to say or do, as he was next to her bed. She made her way slowly over to it placing her bow and arrow case down. “Um I didn’t interrupt or anything did I? I just got in from practice… I can leave if you guys need privacy…” she replied. |
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Post by sundude on Jan 6, 2011 17:12:30 GMT -5
730 // Harper&Sophie // Proud
Visiting didn’t happen often, every really for most of the Olympians. Some of them believed that even the slightest interference, others just didn’t care enough. Then there were the others who didn’t have any children to really visit, like Artemis and Hera. But he wasn’t like any of them. He was more like Poseidon. Even though he wasn’t supposed to interfere, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t. It was true he had waited an awfully long time to change, but Percy Jackson had opened his eyes. If Poseidon could talk to Percy, then no one was going to stop him from talking to his kids. It was true the rules didn’t really work that way but he had some leverage. Apollo was hardly one for godly feuds, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t start one for the right reasons.
He couldn’t help but to stare, not in a bad way or even a creepy one. It was just that Harper reminded him so much of Tricia. They were both so beautiful, but there was one thing. Harper looked just like her mother, except for her eyes. They were the same loving, dark brown eyes that stared back at him when ever he looked in the mirror. Then as it always did with his children, it hit him. He had made this, he had helped to create this brave, talented, beautiful little girl. His Harper. Her saying dad brought him out of his daze. Apollo very much liked the sound of that, dad. But at the same time he felt like he didn’t deserve it. After all this was really only the third time they had met. At least that Apollo would admit too. “If you’d like or you can just call me Apollo, which ever you prefer.” After everything, the least he could do was let her choose what to call him. Though he really hoped it was something along the lines of dad or Apollo and not idiot or dead beat. Then again this was Harper and from what he had heard, she didn’t really know how to be mean. A trait, that despite being dangerous made him proud.
Her hesitation made him worry. Apollo wasn’t sure if it was because she didn’t know what to say or because she was holding back. He particularly hoped that is was the first one. He would have felt completely terrible if his own child felt like she had to keep secrets from him. Then she said it, what was really bothering, her quest. It would be a lie to say that Apollo didn’t know about it. He also knew about Sophie and this Gavin boy. The latter he wasn’t too sure he liked at the moment. He had never been a great one, but when it came to boyfriends Apollo had the fatherly thing down. He knew what boys were capable of, because he was one of those guys. Which meant that this Gavin kid had better be careful. There was one word in her rambling Apollo knew well, proud. “Harper, sweet heart, this quest isn’t about me. It’s about you and soon you will find out how strong you really are. Don’t waste your time worrying about making me proud, you have already done that.”
Trying to make his father proud was something Apollo had tried doing for a long time and he had failed as far as he could tell. Then one day he realized he would have to be proud of himself first before anyone else could be. Even though he already believed in Harper, he hoped she would realize that someday soon.
Apollo’s attention shifted when he heard someone call Harper’s name. He contemplated leaving for a second, he didn’t need other demi-gods getting too many ideas. But when he saw her, he was frozen in place. Sophia. It wasn’t often that gods found themselves in shock but now was one of those moments. It had been the longest since he had seen her, something he truly regretted. “Hello Sophie,” he said, not letting his shock get the best of him or even go noticed. “You didn’t interrupt anything, in fact we are discussing your sisters quest. You can stay if Harper doesn’t mind.” He didn’t really mean to put Harper on the spot like that, but Apollo wasn’t about to turn Sophie away. Not after everything else.
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Post by Harper Marowski on Jan 8, 2011 11:43:09 GMT -5
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harper had heard stories of gods visiting their children, but from everything she knew she couldn't recall any that had gone quite like this. Most of the time, when the gods showed up, they wanted something from you. Either they wanted you to do a job for them or they just wanted something period. Either Apollo was being really nice about it or he was defying all of her expectations and genuinely wanted to see if she was okay, to see her. Because he cared...? The other thing she often heard was that gods didn't really care for their kids - demi-gods were just an unfortunate side-effect of falling for mortals. Harper had long since come to accept this as fact, and held absolutely nothing against anyone for it. And he told her she could call him whatever she wanted, so Harper bit her lip and looked down for a minute.
"Okay, um... Dad." It felt weird, coming from her mouth. As a kid, she'd always heard people calling for their fathers, in several different languages in fact. But she'd never been able to do such a thing, because her mother always told her that her father wouldn't come if she called. So for years, Harper never said the word 'Father', 'Dad', or even 'Daddy'. But saying it now, after so long with him actually there to hear when she said it... it almost felt awkward.
Then she flushed a bright red when he told her that he was proud of her. Harper wasn't entirely sure how, because she'd never done anything out of the ordinary. She wasn't the best archer, she even broke her leg falling off the climbing wall and couldn't fight in the battle against Kronos. In all her life, the only extraordinary thing she'd ever been able to do was heal. Harper was probably one of the best healers Camp Half-blood had ever seen, and when she was trying to forget about her quest, she was always at the infirmary helping out. She'd healed a lot of the wounded from the battle of Kronos all on her own. "Thanks. I mean, I... I don't know how well I'll do. I can't really fight all that well and I have to keep Sophie and Gavin alive, I..."
She was interrupted when Sophie entered, and Harper shut herself up pretty quickly. "Hey, Soph," she said with a smile that was a little forced. Thinking about the quest always seemed to make her stressed out, but she always tried to keep up a brave, enthusiastic facade when her elder sister was around. Harp didn't want Sophie knowing that she was determined more than anything to keep Sophie and Gavin safe, even if that meant sacrificing the success of the quest or maybe even her own life. Then their father pretty much left it up to her whether Sophie should stay or go, and Harper instantly became flustered. "Of course you can stay, Sophie! I mean, this is kind of your cabin and I can't really kick you out - not that I want to kick you out or anything, because I actually want you to stay, but..." She sighed. She had to get this rambling thing under control.
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Post by Sophia Greene on Jan 8, 2011 17:39:19 GMT -5
Sophie was not sure what to make all this. This was either the second or third time that she had actually seen Apollo in a long time. It had been three or four years since she had last seen him. And being a demi-god that felt, or at least to her it felt way longer; maybe even a life time. She ran a hand through her mother’s inherited dark brown hair. Then again all her looks she had gotten from her mother. So what in the world did she got from her father other then a bow and a few arrows? Nothing. Which did not bother her…much. The eldest daughter of Apollo looked at her kid sister and did not need to think with her rambling. Sophie understood. With their father being there, the quest was only days away and everything else going on she understood. “Hey, Harp. Calm down, alright?” she replied giving her a one armed hug. “What did I say? Everything is going to be okay,” she told her. Though they were only half-siblings they did not act like it. Just by being half-siblings Sophie and Harper had a connection that only real sisters had. She then walked over to her bed, picking up a couple broken arrows under her bed and began to mess around with them as there seemed to be an awkward silence between the three of them. It did help a bit but not much. Sophie’s mind went to the quest. What was going to happen? Would her nightmare turn out to be true, about her falling to falls below? She shook her head and let out a silent sigh. If that was true then what to become her? Gavin? And more importantly Harper? No she was not going to think about this right now nor ever…well until the time came. |
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Post by sundude on Jan 20, 2011 18:14:29 GMT -5
651 // Harper // Helpful
He could tell it was weird for Harper to say dod. Mostly because it was weird hearing it. Despite the number of children the Olympian men had over the years the word was highly uncommon amongst them. Except in the case of Ares whining brats. They liked to throw around the d word a lot. Apollo couldn’t really figure out why though. His dad was about as good as it got but he didn’t go around advertising it. Mostly because Apollo believed that true accomplishment is what you did with out your parents. Much like this quest of Harper’s would be. He had no doubt it would be hard on her and completing it would be trying. But in the end, the hardships you overcome in the face of failure are the ones that really made you a hero. Anybody who thought otherwise was reading far too many epics. Even Hercules had his flaws.
Apollo laughed, it probably wasn’t a welcomed sound but it would surely lighten the mood. “Is that what they are teaching you here? That fighting is the only way to get by?” He made a mental note to talk to Chiron about this. It was true that for demi-gods fight or die situations were common. But Apollo was normally a pacifist, so he expected if anyone his children understood that fighting wasn’t always the answer. None the less, that philosophy was for another time. What Harper required was encouragement and that he would happily give. “You would be surprised what you learn about yourself in stressful situations, so don’t doubt yourself yet. Besides, there is a reason you take others with you, it’s your quest but not your burden to bare alone. Your sister and this Gavin, I assume are more than talented at fighting. But the hardest part of your journey will be keeping together and that is a task for a level headed person such as yourself.”
Keeping people alive always seemed to trouble demi-gods. As much as he wanted too, Apollo couldn’t exactly sympathize. Most of his company was immortal and on the occasions they weren’t death was only natural. It was harder for them to understand though because inevitable demi-gods were as mortal as humans. It was a tragic thought that didn’t plague him because he would never die. Regardless, giving death strength was the most dangerous thing she could do before she left. “You are one of the best healers this camp has seen in decades, death does not have a very good chance against you but if something does happen, then it‘s fate and there‘s nothing you can do to change it.” Perhaps it wasn’t the best advice but it was the truth. Eventually she would have to accept that things happen for a reason and not everything in life was sweet. As unfortunate as it was, death had a way of making people stronger. Even if they didn’t see it at first. He hoped that wouldn’t be the case for Harp but as of late, anything was possible.
Apollo was happy to see there was no hostility between his children. It never seemed to end well when demi-gods competed for their parents attention. He was more then willing to share his and was happy that Harper and Sophie felt the same. Though he had to admit, the way that Harper rambled when she was nervous was cute. It was one of those quirky things dads mentioned when trying to embarrass their kids. Not that he intended to do that. It made him even happier to see that Sophie wasn’t letting her sister over react. The girl was a rock, she could hold just about anyone down. Looking between the two he quickly decided that he had two amazing daughters. Luck he supposed, but their mothers helped too. “Your sister is right. It will all work out in the end.”
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Post by Harper Marowski on Jan 27, 2011 18:48:13 GMT -5
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- "No, fighting is pretty much all we do around here," Harper said bluntly and with a shrug. It was completely true. While there were beach volleyball courts and the lake to swim in, everything else of interest here at camp had to do with combat. Except for the arts and crafts building, but there were hardly any classes there anymore. The only people who spent time there frequently were pretty much the Apollo campers. Harper tried to stay away from the other places - she, like her father, was a pacifist to an extent. She didn't like learning how to fight. Handling a sword simply wasn't her forte; in fact, she could barely lift one.
However, hearing reassurance from both her father and Sophie brightened Harper's spirits. When it came to quests, Harper was pretty much clueless. While she had her prophecy and understood what most of it meant (and feared most of it), she honestly didn't know what to expect. Would there be monsters around every corner, danger lurking behind every door? The young daughter of Apollo was not used to such things. She was used to singing her day away, writing poems, hanging out around the beach and amphitheater, and making crafts. She was not violently inclined the least bit.
But at hearing her father speak such high praises of her healing abilities was what really hit home. Harper prided herself at being a skilled healer - which was why she practiced her singing so often. Whenever she could help, the infirmary had her there healing campers that had been hurt either in mock battle or on the climbing wall. She practically had a reputation all over camp for being one of the best healers they've ever seen. Harper was vaguely aware of this, but tried not to pay too much attention. But to hear her father, a god, say something like that to her, well, Harp was definitely thrilled. Without even thinking about it, she threw her arms around Apollo and hugged him. "Thanks, Dad. It means a lot. And I mean a lot." The grin that stretched across her face was genuine.
But the instant she realized what she was doing, Harper jumped back and nearly stumbled over her own feet. Her glance went to Sophie for a minute - wondering what was wrong with her closest sister. She knew Sophie, and she knew her very well, and Harper knew that this wasn't exactly common behavior for her. But then again, Harper knew that there were plenty of campers here who weren't exactly happy with their Olympian parents. They'd never really talked about it, considering as it was sort of an awkward subject to speak of a man who'd slept with both of their mothers. "I believe you guys, that everything will work out... but, still. So, um... Dad." She really didn't want the subject to be on her quest anymore. "I don't want to sound rude or anything, but... is there a reason why you came?"
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Post by Sophia Greene on Jan 27, 2011 23:42:22 GMT -5
Sophie was pretty much stuck on what to say or do at this point. She felt this right but awkward feeling inside her when she looked at her father. Sophie looked away, pulling her hair off to the side and braided it lightly. It had been three years since she last saw him. And she had only seen him for about five minutes, nothing more. She remembered that day as easy as she went in retrospect: She had been just sitting at the piano with nothing better to do as Anna and Lucas went out for the night. As she began to play the lights went out except from that room. It came from the piano which made her jump and she backed away, to turn and hide. He told her not to and as he spoke her name, she froze. Though she had a lot of her mother’s looks and personality, she held her father’s gentle kind eyes. The eyes that she never saw on another person or soul until she looked in the mirror. It was the one thing that she remembered most about him. That and his voice. She remembered that even when she was real small as a baby. But until then…nothing….until now. Sophie was staying quiet as she sat on her bed. Yes it was true that it bothered and hurt her deeply that her father only spoke to Harper much and not her, but she would not show it. She just sat there messing with her arrow, fixing the point on it with her pocket knife as they spoke. She honestly was trying to block him out of site, but failed miserably. She respected her father and wanted to make him proud, but wondered how and when to do this. The eldest daughter of her father looked over at her sister and caught her eyes before looking back at the man in front of them, and before going back to her arrow. She found it hard to hold his eyes. Hearing Harper’s comment about if that was the only reason why he was here, Sophie refused to look up, and didn’t want to add a comment, as she had none. |
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