Olympian's Blood 1x1

"I'm 17," she snapped, "And if you can eat knowing you turned in someone who could be innocent you have a stronger stomach than me. Unless you just don't care in which case I'm sure your brood of demigods would love to hear that Papa Snake would turn any of them over to the gods like a little lamb if it suits his purposes."

Her green eyes stared back at him like hard, glossy marbles. "Now, I say Theo has chance to prove his innocence."
 
Mr. S stood up with lightning agility, nearly knocking the table out from under him.

"I'm not asking you to like me, or to even to do what is expected of every other hardworking demigod here, but you are not allowed to speak like that to me." He said softly, leaning in to Maroe. Theo's eyebrows narrowed... He didn't want to pull Maroe out of the spotlight, but he was intuitive enough to realized this was not going to end very prettily. "Another outburst like that, and I'll have your neck snapped before you know it..." He said, sitting back down in his leather chair, his face lightening a bit...

"Now, as for his innocence, you have until the end of January to figure that out one out, or I'm taking him by force. Feel free to stay here, I won't ask anything of you since you're on a mission. Ask me and you might get an escort to and from anywhere in New York." He said, a smile spreading across his face like before...
 
Maroe stared him down, stubborn as the rocks under her command. Even if the sudden move scared her, she refused to give him the satisfaction of showing it. Just his words proved he'd try to kill her using one of the demi-gods rather than using his own power. Prideful, much?

When he finally backed off, she let go her sword. "That's not my decision. It's Theo's."
 
"Yes." Theo finally spoke up, making Theresa jump. S turned his head to Theo, staring him down. Theo clenched his jaw, his voice wavering for a short moment. "We... We would like to know where this camp Kennedy is you speak of," Theo continued, staring down S.

He raised an eyebrow at the suddenly large and in charge Theo. "Certainly. I could take you, but I have more important matters to take care of. Aron will be with you soon, she will be able to guide you to the ruins." He insisted. He turned to Theresa, who was still quiet in the corner. "Theresa, won't you be a dear, and fetch Aron for me?" He asked her, bringing her from wherever Theresa had been back to earth. Theresa nodded, and left the room to fetch their escort.

"Now, you two, listen up closely." He said, his voice lowering as his sharp gaze became even darker. "The spilled blood of dozens of demigods will not be overlooked. There will be monsters there, scouring for the scent of half bloods there, even half a century after the incident. This quest will not be easy. Any further questions?" He asked, looking over the two of them... Theo looked to Maroe, then back at S...
 
Maroe clamped her jaw tight as Theo spoke up for once. It was only right that he make the decision. The end of January left them a little over a month and a half to figure out what really happened. Not much time at all, but she wouldn't be surprised if Mr. S got impatient and decided to accelerate his deadline. When he said listen close, she actually regarded him with her full attention.

Dozens of Half bloods? Half a century?! Her eyes swiveled to Theo, checking him over. He was just her age, with young, slightly ragged features. Already the gods accusation of him made no sense. He was no 67 year old man and there was no way he could have committed a crime like that. He wasn't even alive.

"Yeah, I have one. You said that whatever happened at Camp Kennedy...was 50 years ago?"
 
"Correct." Mr. S said, staring her down as if that answered everything. "You think Theo is mortal? I have reason to believe he's immortal." Mr. S said sternly, as if he knew Theo better than he did himself... Theo bit the inside of his cheek, glancing over at Maroe.

"What's stopping Theo from taking a dip in the River Styx, or accepting a wish from the gods, or so on, or so on...?" He asked, tilting his head to Maroe. A voice could be heard coming down the hallway towards them...

"-and I was like:'No Chloe, you can't see my hammer!'. When she touched it, I smacked her hand, and she backed off. Speaking of those three, have you seen Ben? Hasn't been the same since-" The voice said. It was a voice of a young girl, kind of shrill and high pitched. The door to the room busted open, revealing a very small girl, about the age of thirteen, and nearly two heads shorter than Maroe. She had short orange hair coming down to her shoulders, hastily pushed aside so she can see. She had turquoise eyes poking out of her ginger bangs, glowing up at Maroe. Her clothing is a mix and match of some sort, with different colors and themes. She wears a collared black vest that ends at her waist. She had an emblem, a hammer with a lightning bolt, can be found on the back.

Under the vest are two layers of clothing, colored red and light-blue, for extra warmth. She was wearing a white sleeveless top that forms a tiny heart shape between her chest and collarbone, with a white detached sleeve on each arm. She wears matching fingerless gloves on each hand. She sports a pink skirt, and her shoes are a mix of pink and white with pink laces, displaying her emblem on their soles. She also was wearing armor that begins in the middle of the shoulder and neck and ends by the waist.

"Oh, hello! Who are the newbies?" She asked, her voice very quirky as she lugged a hammer with a head the size of a milk jug into the room. It was a 6th grader carrying a medieval war hammer half her size into an office with the mob boss, a girl who controls rocks, a kid with amnesia, and a girl who really likes S. The small room was getting a bit cramped.

"Ah. This is Aron. Aron, Theo, Theo, Aron. Aron, Maroe, Maroe, Aron." He said, introducing them respectively. She smiled brightly, shaking Theo's hand quickly, before extending a hand out to Maroe.
 
Maroe raised a brow at Theo. He was neither co firming nor denying the allegation of being immortal. Maybe he didn't know? Or maybe he didn't care to know. Besides, what idiot would wish for an immortal body stuck in puberty? Maroe filed that possibility away for later, chalking it up to a lie at current, and remained quiet.

When 'Aron' arrived, she shook the girls hand firmly and gave a small nod. It was odd to discover that demigods came in such an array of people, most of which she hadn't had the best of experiences with so far. This one looked congenial enough and straight forward. At least you could see the hammer coming. "I'm Maroe," she said casually, "Nice hammer."
 
Aron showed her a wide smile, innocent and pure, no angle or manipulation behind it.

"Thanks. I named it Mjolnir after that one Norse guy's hammer." She chirped happily, heaving it over her shoulder. Her arms looked very toned for a young girl her age. "Wanna see something cool?" She asked, and the head of the hammer lit ablaze, the fire turning blue like the . Even Theo couldn't help smiling at her shenanigans...
 
The girl was young and exuberant which was funny. Maroe had never spent that much time with other kids for a myriad of reasons, but Aron's excitement was a little infectious, and she smiled. "Very cool, I always liked Thor in the comics but your hammer looks a bit bigger I think," she chuckled.

In a way, it made her angry to think Mr. S was manipulating kids so young. This girl was just...a kid.
 
"Now, now. Don't go swinging that flaming thing inside." Mr. S chuckled, as if he was chastising his own kin. She nodded, and looked between Theo and Maroe.

"Alright, I'll lead the way." Aron said, parading back out of the room. Theresa suddenly stood up. "Can I go, Mr. S?" She asked, looking to S.

"No, I need you here as of now Theresa." He said sorrowfully... Theresa stomped her foot.

"It's not fair! I hardly ever go out! I promise, it won't be like last time!" She complained, causing Aron to peek back in. Mr. S waved the three of the adventurers off.

"Alright, Maroe, Theo, Aron, get going. Theresa, I'd like to speak with you..." He spoke firmly... Theo bit his lip, but left the room post haste. No need to cause more trouble then needed... He gestured for Maroe to follow...
 
Maroe nearly jumped out of her skin at Theresa's sudden and surprisingly childish outburst at being asked to stay. Downside of selling out to a Snake apparently. The way he spoke to her, gave Maroe chills as they turned to leave and she didn't like Theresa being left alone with him. She started to turn but then stopped.

"Say, Mr. S," Maroe said, "You know Theresa was pretty good at tracking us down and well...loyal to a fault to you. If our deadline runs out and she's with us. You wouldn't have any trouble pinning us down. Could always send her to ensure we're keeping our end of the bargain."
 
"Maroe... I've known Theresa a lot longer than you... I think I should know what's best for her." S said sternly, his face forming into a frown, his eyes peering into Maroe's soul...
 
"Hmm..I find sometimes when you think you know a person, that's when they surprise you the most," Maroe replied casually, "Anyways, good luck. Nice meeting you, Theresa. I think."

With that she turned on her heels and walked out following with petite, but quirky Aron.

"So, Aron," she said, stealing a glance at Theo, "Where are we off to?"
 
After a short moment, the door shut behind them, and promptly locked. Aron stopped, dropping her hammer, staring at the ground...

"-no, no! Please, I'm sorry!" Theresa's voice could be heard from the locked office. "Please, stop! Don't t-" A thud could be heard from the office room, and Theresa's cries stopped abruptly... Theo looked behind him at the door, a questioning glance went over to Aron...

"Theo, Maroe, come on. Mr. S will be expecting us to get our job done quickly." Aron said, and kept walking down the long hall, heading to the main entrance. Theo stayed close to Maroe, eyeing the place warily...
 
"Yeah, beating her is what's best for her," Maroe grumbled under her breath as she heard what was going on behind the door. Not that she could do much about it. Theresa had decided to come back knowing what he would do apparently and that was her own choice.

At Aron's comment, Maroe bristled a little, but kept the indignant feeling under control. "Aron, I'm grateful you're guiding us, but I'm not doing anything of this for Mr. S. I'm doing it for Theo." She wanted to make that point clear. Whatever Mr. S expectations were could go find a blow hole to be blasted from as far as she was concerned.
 
"I know. He can be a bit mean some days. Although Theresa may need a bit of comforting when we get back..." Aron said, looking back at the door, and something shiny caught Maroe's eye. It was in Aron's hand, on the other side of her body, which made it hard for Maroe to make out what it is.

"And don't worry about Theresa. She bounces back easily.." Aron mentioned, looking away from Maroe, although still, from this angle, she seemed a bit worried...
 
Aron was just a kid and it showed. She was thinking they would come back to this strange cult and it wasn't going to happen unless she cleared Theo's name and got the change to bust Mr. S. in the chops too.

"I hope so," Maroe replied, "We're following you, Aron."
 
"Oh yeah!" She said, perking up easily. She skips to the door, her huge hammer in one hand, and her shiny something in the other. "Come on, guys! I have something to show you!" She said, smirking and waving at them, her hammer swinging haphazardly above her head, smiling broadly as if nothing bad has ever happened in the world. Theo forced a half hearted grin, walking alongside Maroe, a feeling in his gut telling him Maroe got rubbed the wrong way, and she isn't going to forgive him...

"We're coming!" Theo called, turning to Maroe. He looked like he was about to say something, but turned to Aron, saying nothing...
 
Maroe followed Aron down the hall, catching a glimpse of Theo. For a moment, he looked like he might say something. He was always so quiet, and considering what he was accused of..and its absurdity...she didn't blame him. She felt a little lost herself.

Catching up to Theo, she flashed him an encouraging smile. "Hey, we'll figure it out."
 
Theo smiled, honestly thankful for the reassurance. He was loosing spirit, and quickly, due to everything that was happening.

Outside it was cold and bleak. Cars honked, and the snow howled, not as intense as when they'd gotten in, but bad enough to reduce visibility. The swirling wind seemed like nothing compared to what the two had been through, and Aron didn't seem bothered either.

"So, whenever I'm mad..." She began, showing them the shiny something from behind her back. It was a trophy, one of the trophies from the shelf in Mr. S's room, the shape of a man, and the size of a water bottle."... I like senselessly destroying things. Would you like to do the honors, Maroe? I'm not completely under Mr. S's control." She chirped, smiling as she offered her heavy hammer, and the trophy, smiling proudly up at Maroe. "Come on, you can't say he doesn't deserve it." She smiled, although the hammer would probably too heavy for Maroe to use it effectively.
 
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