doing it my way

' sometimes you have to scrap a half finished sword before you make the perfect shield ' Kol / 18 / Hepheatus

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onciroi:

◘ | The spectacle had put Z in an odd position. Somehow, the random question and action that followed made him feel somewhere between annoyed and humored. His brow was tense as he thought over a response he’d be comfortable with. “Not for free,” he murmured. One of his eyebrows raised into an arch as he gave the boy one last look before returning his attention to his book. “And neither should you.” It was mostly an empty statement, but the implications were not lost on him.

Keeping his balance as he stood up again was hard that Kol had anticipated and he found himself wobbling slightly as he blinked at the stranger, his words taking a moment to register with his head. “You think I could dance professionally?” he was asking before he could stop himself. Being paid for dancing really shouldn’t have been his top priority right now.

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pcppythcmpscn:

“How can dodgy tea make you dance?” Poppy asked with furrowed brows as she kept her eyes on Kolby. Then she shook her head violently as she held up her hands in defense. “Oh no. Trust me, I am quite possibly the worst dancer you’ve seen. And you’re not going to trick me into proving it.” She replied, her voice faltering at the end as a burst of laugh interrupted it. The brunette tried to stifle her laughter as much as possible, but eventually just gave up as she watced the irish dance unfold in front of her eyes. “Okay. As much as I enjoy this dancing show I think maybe you should dance your way over to get some medical attention.” she managed to get out in between fits of laughter as she held out her hand, offering to take him there.

“Clearly someone thought it would be a good idea to leave spelled tea unattended. Or maybe I’m part of some unknown pranking show.” As he said the last part he gave Poppy a harder look, like he could see if she was somehow the director of a show. Shaking his head he gave a sigh, feet still jumping and crossing, “Can’t be any worse then me. I’ve not Irish danced since i was five! How does my body known how to do this?” His slight pleading look turned into one of joy at her offer and he uncrossed his arms, accepting her outstretched hand. “Oh man yes please, thank you. You’re a life saver.”

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amongtheenchanted:

“Oh, kid, trust me, it’s adorable.” He laughed and patted Kolby’s back. “Let’s focus on removing the magic, then we can focus on murder, okay?” He frowned for a moment. “Oh, not murder, you meant turning them into an animal?” Wally smirked. “Sounds good.” As Kolby began to leap, Wally crossed his arms and followed him at a quicker pace. “Slow down, Beyonce!” The blonde rushed to move up with Kolby. “So, am I right to say the tail was better than this? Not that I did this.”

“Murder, tuning people into animals. Either or.” He gave a shrug as he some how forced his leaps to turn into normal steps again. That, however, meant his hands took up the dancing again and he found himself hand jiving as he walked next to Wally. God, this was so embarrassing. “Huh? Oh, oh yeah. I’d take the rooster talk over this too.”

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amongtheenchanted:

Wally did his best to look non-bias and not like he was enjoying this. But he was - Wally totally was. “It’s kind of adorable.” He put his arms to his side and nodded. “It looks like … like it’s almost making you dance appropriately to what you’re doing. Pretty nifty charm. I’m ashamed I didn’t think of it. But my thing is more revolved around animals.” He looked around and nodded. “Let’s go.” 

“This is not adorable!” Kol tried to glare, but he was pretty sure it missed it’s mark entirely. He really wasn’t that scary even when he wasn’t stuck dancing like an idiot. “Well if I ever figure out who owned the tea first I’ll be sure to end them your way.” For some reason his feet decided that walking wasn’t the best way to move and that leaping was clearly the way forward. “How do dancers do this everyday!?”

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pcppythcmpscn:

As she was on her way back from her daily run, Poppy was slightly surprised to see other people on the beach this time of day. But she was happy to see someone else enjoying the wonderful view, and at least they weren’t littering the place. At first she thought the male hadn’t noticed her, but then he spoke, and considering there were no one else around, he had to have been talking to her. The brunette spun around on her heel, her eyebrows raised in surprise as she looked at him. She couldn’t help but laugh as she watched his dance moves and she shook her head. “No. I definitely can not do that. At least not as well as you.” She grinned. “Is there a reason for this one-person dance party?”

“Drank some dodgy tea,” Kol grunted as he managed to straighten himself up from the drop he’d just done – he hadn’t even known he could do that. This was so the last time he drank anything he just randomly found lying around. “Oh come on, you’ve got to be better than me.” Anyone had to be better at dancing then him he thought as his arm reached out, like he was offering to take the next dance with her but then, to Kol’s horror, he jumped up, arms snapping to attention at his sides as his feet began to step in time to some distant Irish jig he was hearing in his head. “Oh fu- anything but this!”

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amongtheenchanted:

Wally burst out laughing and slowly pushed his own cup of tea away. “I think I’ll pass on this. What uh - so you just can’t stop?” He looked down at Kol’s cup of tea and held it in his hand. He rubbed his finger along the rim and narrowed his eyes. “Someone spelled your tea, dude. Hmm.” The blonde looked up at Kol again and smiled. “I love jazz hands! More, more! Encore!” Wally got up and folded his arms. “I can try and fix it? I have a few dis-spelling runes back at my place.”

He shook his head, trying his best to turn his on going jazz hands into something else. Like down into his pockets. But they were having other ideas, and seemed to enjoy the attention Wally was giving them as his jazz hands redoubled their effort. “Spelled it? Oh man why does this keep happening to me?” As his arms got tired their jazziness seemed to wear off and Kol let out a relieved sigh as his hands dropped his sides. “You can? Please help.” As if on cue his feets took him back three steps only to send him forward again, one arm sweeping upwards in a dramatic gesture for ‘after you’. 

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amongtheenchanted:

“The Gods have been good to me, Kolby, but uh, not with the moves.” Wally laughed and backed up a little. He wasn’t sure what was happening and didn’t really know what he was suppose to do. “Are you - uh, what is this?” He pointed his finger around at Kolby, laughing. For once, Wally wasn’t responsible for someone’s weird acting. “If you’re trying to show me up - it’s working.” 

Kol wasn’t sure how his thighs weren’t burning yet as he stood back up, there had been times when he’d struggled to just stand up from a cross legged position. “I uh I don’t know. I just can’t stop dancing.” As he said it his foot started tapping again and his shoulder began bobbing up and down like it was gearing up for some type of jump. Without realising what he was doing Kolby’s left hand rose into the air and began waving at Wally, “Oh come on! I hate jazz hands,” he groaned.

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Kol wasn’t sure what had been in the tea that he drank – in hindsight, drinking something that you found left on a bench probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but hey, he’d eaten and drank a lot of left behind things in his street days and nothing had gone too wrong then – but he just couldn’t shake the urge to start dancing. The worst part was; he knew for a fact he couldn’t dance well at all. Yet there he was, foot tapping and hips shaking and using all his self control to not jump in front of the next person he saw and ask them if they knew how to tango. As it turned out Kol’s self control wasn’t that great. “Dia dhuit! Can you do this?” 

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stavrodromi:

     His eagerness was infectious; if anything, it was making her excited to make her own weapon despite her lack of experience. She just really hope this will do just fine for this one. Her brows furrowed as she listened to the male, concentrating on the bits of info he was trying to fill her in. ❝Well, I have been told that I have a good throwing arm?❞ she said, remembering her brief stint with her half-brother in the Labyrinth. While her eyes had been curiously looking at the idle spears in the workshop, thinking that it would probably be the best weapon for her strongest suit, there’s just something about the daggers that he pulled out compels her to wield one of those. Suddenly, an idea struck her. ❝Um, well, I was thinking that I’d like to have a weapon that I could use both as a long range and not at the same time? Like a dual purpose thing? Though I would really love a dagger or two as well but I get the hunch that I won’t just do well with just that.❞ That incident in the Labyrinth was enough proof of that. ❝Do I make any sense? I’m so sorry if I’m not making any sense! I hope you forgive me for being so indecisive and vague. I am probably making it hard for you to assist me. Again, I apologize.❞

“Oh we can work with that,” Kol nodded, his mind already thinking of the all the possibilities that were open to her. Long range was a good starting point but if you added in the need of versatility, well it was a creative playground for him to run amuck in. “So what you need is a spear for the long range but one that can shrink for use in close range, like a short sword. Or I guess if you wanted extra long range it could be a bow that changes into a short sword. A little more complex but still do able.” Kol had always wanted to try his hand at multipurpose demigod weapons, well, since he had discovered demigod weapons a few weeks ago that was. He had seen one of the older campers with a spear that shrunk until it was just the spearhead and could fit in his back pocket and had been dying for the chance to make one himself. “We can make you some daggers too. They’re always hand to have around,” he smiled at her quickly before turning away to grab one of the heavy duty aprons that hung along the back wall and handing it over to her. “You’ll want to put this one. Stray sparks and all that, don’t want to ruin your clothes.” After she took the apron he gestured for her to come around to his side of the bench, the block of metal suddenly having a purpose after all.

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wreckommended:

Wow, what a dumbass. Eden lift an eyebrow as the guy groaned, only to respond with a sigh of his own at the explanation he was given. “For real? You couldn’t wait for the bus?” Did people even know there was a bus? Was the Chariot system this unpopular, or were there not enough trips from place to place? Maybe an increase in frequency would keep people from travelling the Labyrinth on foot when they clearly had no idea what they were doing. “You took a wrong turn at some point, like halfway.” Another sigh. Was he supposed to help him back on the right track? It was hard to figure out what someone sensible would do in that situation. Maybe if he could find out whether the guy was worth helping or not, then… “Who are you, anyway?”

“There’s a bus?” Why had no one mentioned this to him? Shouldn’t it have been in mentioned in that all too quick welcome talk that you didn’t have to walk through the mythical underground maze to get to the city? Man, this place really needed to invest in some sign posts or maps. Kol looked back the way he had come, there had been a turning that he’d walked past a while back. “Was it a left?” He asked, trying to remember if he’d taken a right to end up here or just walked straight ahead. “Me? Uh, Kol. Kol O’Neal. Son of Hephaestus?” He didn’t mean for it sound like a question, but when a stranger had you cornered in a dark tunnel Kol’s immediate response was to panic, and for Kol that meant to ask as many questions as possible. Distract then run. It had kept him alive this long. “Who are you?”