(blinks) Immortals, really? What kind, like other gods? Why would they need our help if they’re gods? (she listens, hands clasped on her cheeks) Wait, you did that? (looks around with wide eyes, then whispers) Oh no, that’s fucking awesome. Okay, not the werewolf killing part, I like those little things—never met one as far as I can remember, but I like them all the same—so that’s not exactly nice, but—the tree on fire looked awesome! (she frowns) I didn’t hear a lot of people talk about the water problem though, mostly just Chiron once, and the naiads. Then some people trying to be scientists and stuff, not interesting.
(shrugs) I assumed it's like... ex-heroes or maybe people that were cursed by the gods. I dunno, really, something amongst those lines. (sighs, slumping even more) Yeah, that was me, and no, it wasn't really awesome at all. I didn't wanna kill anyone, just to clarify, though the tree burning was kind of fun. The idea was to get both sides thinking that the others did it, y'know? Like with the wolves, I wanted them to get all pissed at the huntresses, so I shot him with a silver arrow. I think mom wanted them to destroy each other so we won't have to do much. Again-- didn't work out so well at all. They even signed a peace settlement! (takes a deep breath, biting her cheek before speaking again) Let's hope it works this time. I'm getting a bit sick of being stuck in this place. What I don't know is what we're supposed to do right now. Apparently we're supposed to be spies or something, which sounds even more stupid.
(she raises her brows, nodding as she listens, then chuckles) Don’t worry about sounding crazy, especially when talking to me! (she snorts and covers her mouth with her hand, gasping for air as she tries not to laugh too loud) Our moms, BFFs? For justice? I don’t believe that one second, unless it’s the same kind of “justice” as I missed last time—there’s no rest nor justice for the wicked! (snaps her fingers, suddenly remembering something] Mom did tell me she might have a job for me, that’s probably it! Sure then, of course I’ll help! (looks around with shifty eyes, then asks with a grin) What did you try that didn’t work, if I may ask?
(rolls her eyes, grinning along) Yeah, I know. Sounds a bit ridiculous, doesn't it? That's my mom, though. She tends to dramatize things a lot. Apparently she's gathered a bunch of angry immortals as well who would love to kick the gods in the shin a few hundred times. (purses her lips, wondering if she should say anything more) Well... remember when the tree caught on fire? And when one of the werewolves got shot in the forest back when they invaded and shit went down? Also when the water supply got poisoned? (shrugs) Yeah. Didn't work out too well.
Never closer, you mean! (she tilts her head, an eyebrow raised) Hm? Not recently-recently, but.. Last month, or something. Why, she had a talk with you?
(shifts slightly, finding the right words) No. Well, not your mom. My mom's spoken to me, though. Like, recently. Recently as in last night. (bites at her fingernails, mumbling) How do I say this without sounding more crazy than I already do already... (sighs, leaning back at the wall again, lowering her voice slightly) To put it frank-- my mom and your mom suddenly decided to become BFFs or some shit, and they're gonna fuck up the camp for (air quotes) justice. I mean... I've already attempted like loads of things, but all of them didn't work, so my mom asked me to ask you if you'd like to... join our super evil force, I guess? (pauses) Did that make sense at all?
We were young enough to sign ; Along the dotted line
Our backs against the wall, we’re surrounded and afraid ;
Our lives now in the hands of the soldiers taking aim.
She'd gone idle for a while, maybe even a bit too long.
Sneaking out of camp wasn't her intention at first, but the desire for escape was overwhelming. It sickened her, almost, being here with all these familiar faces, smiling at her every day when there's a constant storm humming deeply in her mind, slowly building up to till it reaches it's climax and unleashes a life threatening wave of rage.
She couldn't let that happen, could she? Morals told her she couldn't harm anyone anymore. That doesn't mean the unhealthy urge to destroy every fragile thing she sees, even herself, diminished even slightly. The girl couldn't look at a glass bottle without wanting to smash it into glittering pieces and hold the shards tight in her fists until she bleeds ruby red. She needed peace. She needed to be alone-- to not be influenced by any other, even for a short period of time.
A teenage girl could only survive the wild streets of New York for so long, though.
It would be a lie if she said she didn't miss home. Her real home. She missed her messy room, the one floor board that would always creak, the strong smell of coffee in the morning and her father's eyes squinting as he scanned through the morning paper.
Dad.
"Home sweet home, right my dear?"
For fuck's sake.
"Lady," McKenzie sighed and sat up, her hair tangled and the corner of her t-shirt slipping off her shoulder, "if you haven't been watching carefully, I've been a temporary hobo for the past few days. I would like to enjoy my bed, please. Preferably alone."
"Lady?" Eris almost looked hurt, "McKenzie! I'm your mother!"
"Mother? I thought mothers show up when their kids needed them the most, not vice versa!"
She sighed and laid down on her bed again. The silence made her ear rang.
"Just say it."
"Say what?"
"What you want from me. Not that I ever succeed, of course, but hey, just for shits and giggles, right?"
Her mother looked down at her feet. McKenzie raised a brow-- since when did Eris have shame?
"I... found you help."
The daughter's brows furrowed with confusion. Help? She opened her mouth, phrasing the question in her head. "Help...? For-- wait," she sat up straight again, breathing deeply.
"I do not have any type of mental disorder what-so-ever."
Eris blinked, almost surprised. "I never said you did."
"Then--"
"Help for my plan," her mother interrupted. "I've gathered many fallen heroes that would gladly take the opportunity to destroy the gods that once betrayed them. Stepped on them as if they were nothing. They're all thirsty for justice."
Christ, this was going to go well.
"We are going to attack soon, to put it bluntly, and Lyssa is willing to help me since I couldn't physically be there" she continued, "but we still need you to be undercover. Find their weaknesses, tactics... all that. You can't do this here alone, obviously. We both know it's been and will be a struggle."
McKenzie rolled her eyes. "No shit."
"That is why," Eris said, ignoring her daughter's remarks, "Lyssa's daughter will be your... how do they say it? Partner in crime?"
The teen's eyes widened in shock. "Cassie?" She exclaimed. Syrupy sweet Cassie?
Sweet, optimistic Cassie.
Sweet, optimistic, destructive, sometimes violent, and even a little bit psychotic Cassie who would probably skin someone alive with a smile plastered on her face.
"Oh. Oh."
"Yes."
"Okay."
"So you'll go and speak to her?"
"I guess?"
"Alright."
"Okay."
Drowning in silence once more, both women adverted their eyes, as if guilty of several murders. Which is, in a way, true. Still, McKenzie felt as if she should be doing something... more? That was his mother, after all.
"I'll try my best."
"Alright."
Great.
Eris cleared her throat. "I'll see you soon then, McKenzie. I still have errands to run, things to take care of..." She began turning away from her daughter, biting her lip gingerly. The uncanny resemblance her mother had with McKenzie saddened her, and somehow, made her... angry. In a way.
She wanted to break things again.
"Oh, and, thank you. Again. For doing this."
"No... problem."
Then, she was gone. Just like that.
McKenzie sat still, before reaching out and knocking an old mug off her bed side table.
(nods) Yeah. Pretty damn sure. (manages a small smile) That sounds kind of nice, actually. Better than freezing your nose off. I’ve never been to Vegas, either, so I can’t imagine. I just hate the fact that Jersey is so close to here, but yet I’m not there.
You wouldn't be saying that if you were here right now. (pulls her coat even tighter) Shoveling snow is a pain. (pauses again, unable to hide her guilty expression, knowing that the relationship won't last long enough for that to happen) Yeah, sure. (forces a smile) Your Dad would like me, I bet. If not-- I'll force him to like me. (pauses again, thinking) How do I get there, though? Camp Jupiter, I mean.
(looks up at the IM, eyes wide) I… just taking a walk, is all. (shrugs) I don’t mind the cold, either. I’ve been through worse. (pauses, biting her lip hard) I’m fine. Just… homesick.
Are you sure? [ sighs ] Okay— if you say so. Can you even imagine how hot it is in here? Like, really hot. Even though it’s already December. [ nods ] Homesick? Me neither. I like seeing some Vegas lights again.
(nods) Yeah. Pretty damn sure. (manages a small smile) That sounds kind of nice, actually. Better than freezing your nose off. I've never been to Vegas, either, so I can't imagine. I just hate the fact that Jersey is so close to here, but yet I'm not there.
(looks up at the IM, eyes wide) I... just taking a walk, is all. (shrugs) I don't mind the cold, either. I've been through worse. (pauses, biting her lip hard) I'm fine. Just... homesick.
My phone is in my cabin *stops herself* wait-no it’s here *looks at her apologetic* Sorry, but I think that Annabeth has a phone, maybe you could borrow hers
