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[*nike*]

Being a goddess, Nike didn't feel much respect for the property of the demigods, including the Big House. She preferred to think of the houses roof edge as her personal perch. Her perch where she could watch the camp's activities but not participate, her perch where she could tease the demigods or ignore them if she so pleased. It just simply fell under her category of most favored places in the camp. For relaxing, the cabins were clearly out of the question. Each cabin had their own flaw. The Ares kids were cocky and constantly blood-thirsty. The Aphrodite kids were obsessed with their selves. Demeter's kids were just kind of annoying. Artemis' cabin was neutral since no one was actually there but Nike figured that the other goddess wouldn't particularly appreciate her hanging around the cabin since she wasn't one of the Hunters. And so on and so forth for each cabin. Quite a few of the halfbloods were actaully tolerable or even likeable but one kid from each cabin generally had to ruin it.

Rolling over onto her stomach, the goddess of victory almost fell off the side of the house but managed to avoid it. Her left leg dangled lazily over the edge of the cabin and the rest of her was sprawled out, her body soaking up the suns rays. Nike was wearing a Gonzaga t-shirt and a pair of short, mesh shorts. Her purple eyes were covered up with a pair of dark blue, checkered sunglasses. The sunglasses were obviously unnecessary since she was a goddess but they were more for fashion purposes. Aphrodite and her children most likely would have disapproved of them but the girl simply loved her tacky little style statements. Long brown locks cascaded around her face as Nike read from a silly mortal magazine. The People magazine to be specific. She got quite the kick out of reading about their soap opera style lives. "Justin Beiber?...How disappointing," An exaggerated sigh escaped her lips. The boy sounded like a girl and frankly it annoyed her that he was the latest pop craze. Can't those ridiculous mortals do better than that?

Dramatically she picked up the magazine and tossed it off the roof, carelessly. Not until she heard a disgruntled mutter did Nike realize that she had nailed someone in the head with it. "Uh sorry?" She apologized half-heartedly, giggling to herself as the demigod simply glared and walked off. "Negative Nancy!" The immortal spoke up as the demigod walked out of hearing range.

"Hmm, what to do, what to do...?" Nike sat up, swinging her other leg over the side of the house as well. "Well first off I really should stop talking to myself or I'm going to end up like Mania," She mused, drumming her fingertips repeatedly on her leg. Pushing her sunglasses up at the bridge, she moved them so they were placed sloppily on top of her hair. "Of course, who else is there to talk to?" She cocked her head, now just babbling so that the area wasn't dead silent. Why isn't anyone fighting? She complained in her mind. At least then I could be doing what I do best. Predicting the winning team and then rewarding them. Well and of course celebrating at their victory party, whih would be hosted my moi! The goddess smiled at the thought. She simply adored parties! Too bad these demigods weren't old enough for margaritas and the such. Leaning forward, Nike peered into the distance as best she could without falling off. "Seriously? Anybody home?" She called out, not actually quite sure if she wanted company. Depended on who the company was. Nobody annoying or incompetent of course.

[Ryan Simons]

Ryan was walking around camp. He was thinking about going into the forest, he wanted to climb something. He had enjoyed climbing trees and he didn't have a big problem with heights. The child of Ares just wanted to do...something. He was tired of just lazing around, it made him feel stupid when he wasn't out and doing something to improve his fighting skills. It annoyed him when he needed to sit back and watch. He needed to be up and doing something.

As he walked around camp he heard a disgruntled mutter from the Big House. The fifteen year old whipped around and narrowed his eyes as he saw another demigod walking of, muttering about something. He rolled his eyes, idiot, whatever hit the boy was of no concern to him. However, he did want to know how something had gotten thrown from all the way up there. Someone must of been in the Big House.

The fifteen year old growled and approached the house. He looked down as he saw the magazine. Justin Beiber? You've got to be kidding, the dumb kid couldn't even sing! He rolled his eyes. The idiot female population, they could be attracted to almost anyone or thing these days. He shook his head in disgust and then looked up as a voice reached his ears.

He saw her legs dangling over the sides first, so he took a few steps back. There was a female on the roof. Wow. He wanted to know how to climb like that, it would be rather useful. He was decent at tree climbing, but not that spectacular. "Yeah," he growled, hearing her ask if anyone was home. "I'm here."

[*nike*]

After listening for a moment or two for someone to respond, she grumbled something about boring, good-for-almost-nothing demigods. Probably training, The girl decided. In her opinion, training was pointless. Of course she was a goddess so she didn't exactly need to practice for much. To be fair, demigods weren't immortal so they actually needed to know how to survive. Plus they hadn't had hundreds of years to figure it out.

The light sound of footsteps caught Nike's ear, making her glance up from the layout of grass in front of her. A medium sized shadow passed over the grass. Girl? Boy? She wasn't exactly a shadow reader, not that such things existed. That would be weird and pointless. Well not pointless, but almost and stupid as well. As the figure came closer it was easy to tell that the shadow was that of a boy. More muscular than thin, she supposed.

Nike could make out his face as he arrived in front of the house. Attractive for a halfbloods, she decided, eyeing him curiously. "What? Don't like Justin Beiber?" She chuckled, pulling her sunglasses off, and setting them gently on the rooftop beside her. "C'mon, he has talent!" She spoke up, her voice laced with the bitter taste of sarcasm. "In fact you actually look a little bit like him," Nike tilted her head, lightly teasing the boy. The goddess figured by the roll of his eyes and his annoyed, distatseful look that he would just be greatly insulted to even be compared to the childish pop star.

"Yeah. I'm here." The halfblood grumbled, annoyance and possibly anger detectable in his voice. "Hm...And who exactly are you? Maybe one of Hephaestus' kids?" She shrugged, studying him carefully.

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[Ryan Simons]

Ryan looked up at the person on the roof, still wondering how the heck she got up there. She could of got into the Big House and then climbed out a window on the top floor and climbed from there. He had no idea, but he wanted to learn how to climb. Weapons, climbing, what else? He rolled his eyes then looked at the person on the roof again. "No," he snorted incredulously. "Sure," he said, rolling his eyes. "He sounds like a girl. Maybe that's why the female population is all over him," he growled. "They'll like almost anything these days," he said, rolling his eyes again. It had become such a common action to him that he never knew when he was doing it anymore.

The fifteen year old's grey eyes narrowed. He looked like Beiber, huh? Well, Ryan hated singing, that was one. And two, he had actually matured physically. He shrugged. "Whatever," he snarled. "Name's Ryan," he said as she asked who he was. He scoffed. One of Hephaestus' kids? He had been asked once or twice if he was Apollo's since he was around the Archery Range and because he had dirty blonde hair. He wondered why he hadn't improved at all at archery. He had been taught for two months before he came here, and he still hadn't improved. All the other weapons he had learned, he learned how to use them in two years, give a few weeks. Child of Hephaestus was new, though. "No," he growled. "Ares'," he snarled. He looked at the other person he was conversing with, wondering who she was. He had never seen her around camp, but then again, he never really paid attention anymore to who was here, who wasn't.

[*nike*]

Still studying the boy, Nike twirled the necklace she was wearing absentmindedly around her finger. It was a gift from her father who was in fact a Titan but she didn't really mind. She considered it pretty and it was sort of her reminder not to become like her father. Those were basically the only reasons she wore it. It was probably very expensive in jewelers' eyes but to Nike it didn't exactly make up for him being a crappy father. It was a simple silver chain with two interconnected hearts made out of priceless diamonds.

"That's not entirely true! I'm not particularly a fan," She claimed defensively. The goddess had absoloutly no fascination in the little blonde twit. "Course I probably don't count," Nike piped up, propping her head up on her hands thoughtfully. Since I'm hundreds of years old, I'm not exactly included in 'these days' She elaborated to herself, but she was slightly miffed. She wasn't a fan of guys stereotyping girls and grouping them into one category. "And I'd also like to say that your stereotyping and generalizing is offensive," She added, her voice calm and collected. Nike was definately not a tempermental person so she wasn't bothered too much by it but she didn't want every guy walking around thinking that it was okay to be like that. "It's like me saying that all guys are in love with Britney Spears. Hopefully not true because she is seriously crazy. I mean, who just randomly shaves their head? Sadly, she is a disgrace to the girls of the world," Nike continued, sighing and shaking her head slightly to express her disappointment.

Ryan? Hm, suits his horrible personality I suppose, The girl considered, also noticing his clear annoyance with being compared to Hephaestus. "What's wrong with Hephaestus? At least he isn't a total insert-choice-word-here." Nike raised her eyebrow, remembering the lecture she had gotten last time she had sweared in front of a demigod. Well of course the demigod was actually eight at the time so Nike supposed she probably deserved the lecture. Ares? The brunette wrinkled her nose in distaste. He was just about the meanest god. But of course he did cause wars which eventually led to someone winning which the goddess of victory was all for! "Should have seen that one coming I guess," Nike pushed herself off the roof, landing delicately on her feet. Approaching him, she extended her hand for a handshake. Not quite convinced that he wouldn't just ignore her offered hand. "I'm Nike, nice to meet you!" She flashed a pearly smile, deciding maybe he would be ok. He probably started fights around camp all of the time.

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[Ryan Simons]

Ryan shrugged indifferently. "Whatever," he said as she said that she wasn't particularly a fan. "Or most of the female population anyway," he said, rolling his eyes. He looked at her oddly, his grey eyes narrowing. "Why wouldn't you?" he asked as she said that she wouldn't exactly count. He shrugged. "Well, that's your opinion, no concern to me," he snapped, rolling his eyes again as she said that his comments were offensive to her. Ryan didn't really care what people thought about him, he was long past it.

Brittany Spears? "Her initials speak for what she is herself," he growled. What? It was true. He hadn't ever really gotten into singers or anything. Just heard minor things about them here and there. His aunt had never allowed him any real social life, nor did he ever really have one while coming to camp. He only knew three names to faces since he had only been observant for a week and then shut himself out and did what he had been doing his entire life. Before he knew about the gods. Before he knew what he was. He trained. He hated everyone. He hated them, they hated him back, it worked.

The fifteen year old shrugged. "All the gods have problems, not just one," he hissed. His grey eyes narrowed. "Jerk faced, to be nice?" he suggested. "Like some other of the the gods?" he snarled. He glared at her as her face showed what she was thinking as he told her that he was a child of Ares. Typical, but he didn't care. He was a kid of Ares and nothing was ever going to change that. He didn't want to be a freaking demigod nor did he want to be stuck in this camp with a bunch of other freaks he was related to, but it wasn't his choice. He had been thinking about that for the entire three years he had been here. He hated it here.

Ryan eyed her. "Really?" he asked sarcastically. He stayed where he was as she leapt off the roof, his aunt had always told him to stand his ground. He often wondered if his aunt had known what he was all along. Surely she must of if she took him to the camp, his mom must of left her a note or something. He watched as she landed with quite ease, it looked like she had had a bit of climbing and landing practice. "Hi Nike," he said flatly. He just looked at her extended hand and didn't shake. Nike? "Isn't that the goddess of victory?" he asked indifferently. Okay, so maybe this is why she said that she didn't qualify when they were talking about Beiber.

[*nike*]

 "Not important," Nike waved away the question nonchalently. She tucked her hands into the pockets of her mesh shorts, rocking on her heels slightly. "Though with a surgery or two, he could fit the role of a girl quite perfectly, don't you think?" Her dark purple eyes twinkling mischievously. But his hair just simply wouldn't do, Her thoughts trailed off, imagining the little twit as a girl and adding silently that he could never pull off a dress either.

Letting out a small giggle, the goddess smiled at the small comment. The boy on the other hand seemed to see no humor in it. "So true," She commented, very interested in his tone and facial expressions now. Ares was angry but he was just after a war, not actually hating everyone all the time like his son seemed to be doing. Maybe Ryan wouldn't be so ok after all. "Do you ever smile?" Nike questioned out of the blue. "Smirking doesn't count!" She chimed in before the demigod could reply. "And neither does smiling because someone died or like because of a war," The girl added, trying to block any loophole he might find in the question. She was truly curious, because his mood was actually quite depressing.

"Also true I guess. Sorry," Nike frowned, feeling slightly bad about being judgemental but she also knew she was spot on about his personality. "You say whatever a lot...And you roll your eyes too much. I mean like you are overusing the eye roll. It's like when you listen to a song too much and it starts to get old." The goddess pointed out even though it was probably obvious.

"Maybe, dunno. Do you think it should be nice to meet you?" The brunette shrugged withdrawing her hand as Ryan rejected it. She didn't really mind his rudeness though, just compiled it into some sort of psychological file she was making out of boredom and curiousity. "Yeah-huh, also a brand of shoe!" Nike nodded slightly. "So do you try to make everyone hate you?" She asked, pondering over the thought. He was probably all alone. If he died tomorrow he prrobably wouldn't have too many people at his funeral. Nike frowned at the sad thought.

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[Ryan Simons]

"Sure it's not," Ryan said sarcastically as she told him that it wasn't important. He shrugged. "Yeah, maybe. He'd need his vocal cords changed as well into something that can actually sing," he snorted, shaking his head in disgust. Ryan's grey eyes looked at Nike's purple ones. Wait. Purple? Odd. Purple eyes. You don't see that sort of color in another person's eyes ever day.

"Uh-huh," Ryan said, raising his eyebrows as she giggled. "Glad you think my assessment to be amusing," he growled. She was beginning to watch him a bit more carefully now, he felt like he was being observed by his aunt, but he didn't move back. He kept his gaze locked on hers, a scowl on his face. Ryan scoffed, "Do I ever-wait, what?" he asked, looking at her. The anger dropped off his face and was replaced by confusion. It didn't last long though, he composed himself again and glared at her. "Ha ha," he said dryly. She had covered up any loop holes that he could of used to get out. Smirking and smiling and laughing when he had defeated an enemy. She needn't of bothered, though. "No," the fifteen year old growled flatly. Liar, you used to a voice spoke up in his head.

Ryan shrugged. "Whatever," he said. The girl started to point out everything that was obvious about him. "Yeah, I know," he snapped. He shrugged. "That's your opinion, whatever or however you look at it," he said indifferently. "I don't care if you like me or hate me." He had gotten far more used to the hate portion though. She took away her hand and Ryan didn't feel any guilt or anything, she looked like she was fine with it to, so why should he care? "Oh, great, you're named for a shoe and a goddess," he snarled. The fifteen year old glared at her. "No," he said flatly. "But I'm doing a pretty good job of it, aren't I?" he asked in a smirk. "Let's put it this way. If I was to die two seconds from now, no one would be at my funeral and a lot of people would be happy," he said flatly.

[*nike*]

"It's really not," Nike shrugged, unaffected by his sarcasm and the fact that he clearly didn't believe her. Though honestly she didn't think it really was important. It's not like she kept the fact that she was a goddess a secret. Anyone who was smart enough to figure it out would know. "Not technically, I personally think he should just give up his singing career altogether." She suggested, staring blankly at the magazine near her feet. "Its not like it's going anywhere, anyways," Nike pointed out, whisking a strand of hair out of her face.

Nike let her smile drop again. Funsucker, She complained mutely. No wonderno one was a big fan of the Ares cabin. But she decided not to let it bother her since in some kind of way it would be like letting him win. So being the goddess of victory and a sore loser, she was determined not to let herself hate him like it seemed he almost wanted her to. "Glad that your glad that I'm glad," Nike replied knowing fully well that he wasn't actually happy about it or anything else.

Although it was quick and brief, the girl noticed that Ryan's anger temporarily faded. Maybe he had been happy at some point, Nike guessed, thinking maybe that's why his expression had changed. "The question wasn't meant as a joke, and it wasn't meant to be mean either," She spoke quietly, pursing her lips together thoughtfully. "I think you're lying," Nike tilted her head, considering the possibility, although she was pretty sure that Ryan was in fact lying. "You should start smiling again," She suggested, pausing slightly before continuing."You would probably be really hot if you smiled, like, you probably have a gorgeous smile. No offense, I don't mean you don't look good now. Nevermind, just scratch that okay?" Nike shook her head, not even slightly embarrassed. "Just try it," The goddess suggested, referring to the idea of smiling. She offered a big smile, reaching out to pat him lightly on the head, although she knew he definately wouldn't appreciate it.

"Actually the shoe is named after moi, and hasn't anyone ever taught you that you should be nice to the gods and goddesses?" Nike asked, not actually concerned if he was going to be nice or not. "Thats not true. I'll come to funeral," Nike decided, nodding her head slightly. "Whether you like it or not," She added sweetly.

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[Ryan Simons]

"Mhm," Ryan said, still not believing her. Something was up here. He probably could of figured it out, but he thought he may of lost to many brain cells getting knocked around in training sessions and sparring with other people. He didn't always win. Even though he was the god of war's son. He was still human and he could loose. There were other people in this camp who were much better fighters than he was, and he knew that. He didn't try and project that he was the greatest and undefeated because, well, he wasn't. He shrugged. Whether Beiber's singing got him anywhere or not was of no concern to him. "Whatever you think," he said indifferently.

He shrugged. "Okay, then," he said. "Settled," he said flatly. "I don't care if you're glad or not," he snarled. He rolled his eyes. "Nice joke," he growled. The question that she had asked wasn't a joke or meant to be mean. He shrugged. "Whatever, the point is: No," he repeated in a snarl. "I'm not going to start as I never did!" he snapped, glaring at her. She smiled hugely and went to pat him on the head. Try to show affection to him, not good out come. He went to grab her hand and twist it around her back.

"Oh my spirits, my idol," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Well, yeah, but I never am," he snarled. "I'm never nice," he growled. "Yeah," he said, rolling his eyes. "Sure you would," he said disbelievingly. The only two people that would ever come to his funeral were already dead. Well, one was alive but...Don't go there. his mind stopped him before he could go further. "Well, I wouldn't care if I was dead, would I?" he growled.

[*nike*]

"Alright, forget the girlish pop star conversation." Nike spoke decisively, only somewhat suprised as he twisted her arm. He didn't seem to have very much respect for the gods which Nike admired. They weren't as high and mighty as they liked to think. The brunette Let him hold her twisted arm back while she pondered over the no smiling concept. "Well you used to smile, so clearly there was a reason you stopped smiling." She mumbled, cocking her head to the side, her eyes clouded with concentration and thought. Clearly she was still disregarding the fact that Ryan said he never smiled. "So what could be so horrible that a person would stop smiling?" The goddess prodded, thinking maybe she would do some investigating on this matter later.

"Never nice either, huh?" She gripped Ryan's wrist from the hand that was currently twisting her own and lifted up his arm, gliding under it just like it was some practiced dance move. "I think that one is a lie too, because you couldn't have always been this ticked off. So really what happened that compelled you to decide to be mad at the whole world? Is it because daddy never visited you? Because he really doesn't visit any of his kids. Mommy didn't love you?" Nike pushed onward in her questions, knowing that whatever it was she was probably going to push her luck and seriously tick him off but she didn't really care. "Oh and seriously I would come and I do believe you would care. You would be sitting somewhere down in the Underworld, ticked off at me for the rest of your dead life in Tartarus or wherever it is that you cranky people go. Tartarus is probably a little extreme I suppose but for certain you aren't going anywhere good if you keep up this none-smiling, lying attitude." Nike popped the emphasis on lying.

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[Ryan Simons]

Ryan hated this goddess now. She was being so pushy. He rolled his eyes. "Fine by me," he growled. He could care less about Beiber. "No, I never did," Ryan repeated in a growl. "There is no reason because it never happened!" he snapped angrily. He knew that he should be respectful to the gods and all, but he wasn't. They'd have to deal with it. "Never," he said flatly. He let her arm go as she untwisted herself.

Spirits she had so many questions! He rolled his eyes and fought the temptation to shoot a dagger at her or something. "No it isn't!" he snapped angrily. "Will you just freaking drop it?" he growled. "Nothing! I always have been!" he growled. Mad at his father? He scoffed, the very idea. Well, yeah, he was angry at Ares. He was angry and he hated everyone. His mom. He gave a half shrug. "No," he said flatly. He had never known his mom, and quite frankly, he was thinking that she wasn't his mother at all. "Nothing happened!" he snapped.

"Yeah, sure," he scoffed. He rolled his eyes. "Sure, where ever I land in the underworld," he snarled. "Probably Field of Punishment or where ever," he growled. "For the millionth time, I am not lying!" Ryan snarled. Lying about lying. Crazy, he knew, but he just wanted her off his case. Try to hit a goddess in the head with a knife it comes back to haunt you. Not that he really cared, but he just wanted to save his knifes from her hard and stubborn head.

[*nike*]

"Yeah-huh, you just won't admit that you smiled because it would ruin your whole macho, i-hate-the-whole-world image. Right?" Nike twisted on her heel, walking a small distance away from Ryan. She reached back her hand, scratching her head thoughtfully, her eyes squinted because of the sun's rays. "Like never ever never?" The goddess turned back around, well aware that she sounded like a five year old, but not at all bothered by it.

"Yes it is!!!" She exclaimed, raising an eyebrow. His denial was just making this so much more interesting than it should have been. Maybe if he wasn't so angry about the whole situation, she would have believed him in the first place. Nike felt slightly bad that she was making him so angry but she figured if she wasn't someone else would probably be doing the same thing, or Ryan would be making some other demigod's life miserable. "Why would you be so angry about this if it wasn't a lie? If it were the truth you would just be calm about it and kind of growl, instead of this sort of yelling thing you're doing right now. Which is kind of hurting my ears by the way. Not that you care but whatever" Nike emphasized whatever, quoting his, most likely, favorite saving.

"If you tell me I will leave you alone," The brunette suggested, walking back towards him. "I don't see why you can't tell me why, it's not like I'm going to tell anyone. The other gods don't like me much and I haven't talked to too many of the demigods around here." Nike stepped closer, almost nose to nose with him, hoping that maybe she could stare him down. But she found that possiblity highly unlikely. "Please, please, please!" Nike pouted, switching to the puppy dog look. Which she also figured wouldn't convince him to tell her but she tried it anyway.

[Ryan Simons]

Ryan scowled and rolled his eyes. "It wouldn't ruin my image since I never had one," he snapped angrily. She went to walk a few steps away from him. He hoped to the gods that she would just keep walking and leave him. Foolish hope, he knew. She turned around again and spoke to him. She sounded like a freaking five year old. "Never," he repeated for what felt like the millionth time. "I thought we were mature around here," he growled.

"Is. Not." Ryan gritted his teeth in frustration. He hated that she was so persistant. She just wouldn't let this go, would she? "Will you just shut up and freaking drop it?!" he snarled. This was getting old. He rolled his eyes. "I'm just this way about life in general," he snapped. Ever since... Stop. Don't think about that. He shook his head and glared at her. "Exactly," he hissed. "I don't care," he said indifferently, shrugging. Jee, this goddess was really annoying. It should be her and the Notos kid hanging out together.

"Yeah," he scoffed. "Sure you will," he said disbelievingly. "There's nothing to tell," he said coldly. "Oh, I wonder why," he said sarcastically as she said that the other gods didn't like her that much. "Is it because you're a sore loser, just plain annoying, to girlish, or all of the above?" he asked, glaring at her. He shrugged. "I don't care about the other demigods," he growled. His eyes narrowed then widened slightly as she switched to puppy dog eyes and began to pout beg. The goddess' face was momentarily switched to a younger boy's. Please, please, please, plllllllease?! With a dagger on top? I won't tell anyone! "There's nothing to tell, Edmund!" he snapped, glaring at her as the voice spoke inside his head.

[*nike*]

"I don't know about that. I'm sure everyone around camp has some sort of thought that if someone were to snap and kill everyone, that it would be you. Or you know, something along those lines. Maybe go suicidal because you hate everyone that much." Nike pointed out, crossing her arms and rubbing her hands along them briskly, a small breeze chillin her. Or maybe it was possibly the boy's attitude that was so chilling. "There's a suicide hotline. If you want I could probably find the number." She said, a small smirk etched on her face. Clearly we aren't mature. She quipped silently in her head. "Not even close." Nike added aloud, almost more to herself than to Ryan.

"Ok so fine maybe I'm not going to leave you alone if you tell me. But I will certainly be less annoying." The goddess smiled, her voice lined with the sound of a promise. There are other reasons they don't like me, Nike frowned, the twinkle lost from her eyes. Her smile dipped down into a frown and she diverted her eyes away from the demigod. Truth was, a lot of them didn't like her because she had a Titan for a father, and before he had gone to war with the gods, the two of them had been practically best friends. Her father had been her whole world and now he was off somewhere suffering a well deserved punishment. The other gods could deny it all they wanted but that was really one of the true reasons they didn't like her nor really completely trust her. Clearing her throat, she looked back up at the boy. Any traces of shame for her father or sadness replaced with a smile that wasn't all there. "Na, none of that's really it."

Ryan's eyes seemed to gloss over for just a second as he looked down at her. He seemed almost a bit lost to Nike but his hard glare was still in place. "Edmund?" She questioned, her eyes softening. Reaching out, she shook his shoulder ever so gently to regain his attention. "You okay?" Nike asked, genuinely concerned.

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