Olympus IIII

Pyriphlegethon waved as his daughter left.
Otheris looked at Terran, unblinking. Yes, this kid did look familiar. "Hello... son...?"
Anubis shook his jackal-y head. "I have a more human-esque form that I usually use around mortals."
Kamooalii kept snoozing away...
Erebus, no longer hiding in a shadow, mimicked his son, crossing his arms and making a grumpy face. Gahaha.
Gaea thought for a moment. "I'm not exactly a goddess of healing... but since you have my blood within you, perhaps the earth can heal you. You won't have perfect vision, though, by any means."
Set blinked, looking back at the bloody spill scene. "What the ME is wrong with you?" Set demanded, yelling at Felix. "WHY WOULD YOU WASTE A PERFECTLY GOOD GOBLET OF BLOOD?" He sighed, and gave Krystine a pointed look. "There is something seriously wrong with your boyfriend, girl."

I frowned, annoyed at my father. "I don't have a boyfriend, dad."

I ran over to my dad and tackle-hugged him. "DADDY!"

Hymenios was nearly bowled over by his overly enthusiastic daughter, as Thanatos walked away, snickering.

OOC: Gah, you silly Turtle, jumping ahead of your turn. It's a good thing for you that we're stepping on the posting order like a bug, though. It's counter-productive when someone is gone.

BIC: Erebus shook his head adamantly. "It's the second time she's died, son. She made it to Elysium, if that makes you feel any better."

"It probably is," said Gaea, "but you'll almost definitely need glasses or something. And I can't do it up here," she pointed up, "on the mountain, so far from the ground."

Gaea shrugged. "Well, when you make up your mind, just put a crapload of yummy food in the fire pit for me and say a nice little prayer, and I'll fix your sight as well as I can."

Gaea shrugged and walked away, as she really didn't have much to say. She did wonder why the gods weren't freaking out about her being on Olympus, though... perhaps it was because of the unofficial peace that existed on the solstices.

"What are you saying, son?! I cannot hear you! Are you a coward, boy? You stare at your feet as you speak with me, with no respect whatsoever!" Artemis was fuming.

Leah glanced over at Apollo, debating as to whether or not she should approach the god...

Apollo sat, feeling high and mighty on his throne.

"Oh really?" Set asked, making a face somewhat reminiscent of the trollface.

"Yes, REALLY, Father. Do I need to stick you with a syringe again?" I asked, annoyed still.

"SOMEONE'S getting defensiiiiive~" Set teased in a singsong voice.

Artemis touches her hand to her forehead, adrenaline running low. She sat back down, slowly, staring at her son. "I... I.." Artemis stuttered, conflicted, something that never occurred in a goddess.

Apollo grinned at his daughter. "Hello, my spawn!"

Mustering up her wit, Leah knelt at the base of Apollo's throne, watching him.

Apollo looked down in confusion at Aeolus' daughter.

Set cackled and pushed Krystine closer to Felix, then looked around. "HYMENIOS!" He roared. "WHERE ARE YOU, YOU STUPID GREEK?"

Hymenios, who was still under attack, gulped. Oh, dear. He didn't like Set at all.

"DAAADDY, SOMEONE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!" I squealed, and grabbed my dad's hand and started dragging him towards the guy with reddish skin.

Hymenios was, unfortunately, dragged by his unwitting daughter to the crazy Egyptian god. "Hello... Set..."

"SET UP A WEDDING, THIS INSTANT!" demanded the lord of chaos.

... what?! "WHAT THE HE*#, DAD. I'M NOT GETTING MARRIED, I'M JUST... er..." Wait. How old WAS I? I couldn't remember.

I had to be... what, fifteen or sixteen? Somewhere around there. Too young to be married, definitely. And I had way too much sciencey stuff to do, at that. "JUST NO, DA-"

But Krystine's protesting was ignored by her father. "HYMENIOS..." he said dramatically, waving his hand at his daughter and Felix, "YOU MUST PLAN A WEDDING..."

Hymenios and Jane squealed in unison, covering their mouths and turning pink.
"OH EM GEE. ARE YOU SERIOUS?"

Apollo grinned. "It's going well.. but wait a second..." he turned towards his sister, who appeared to be having a fit of some sort. "Calm yourself, sis," he yelled to her, chuckling slightly, before turning back to his daughter and this mystery girl.

Artemis scowled at her brother before turning back to her son. "Mother. You should address me as your mother." Artemis heaved a sigh, slumping back in her chair. "I..." Artemis hesitated. Being a goddess, she didn't enjoy admitting her wrongs. "I apologize, son."

Leah looked up at the god of healing hopefully, standing up so she could see him better. "Excuse me... Apollo... I need to ask you for a favor.

Apollo looked at her, puzzled. "And what would that favor be?"

"I wanted to see if you could, if possible, fix my hearing?"

Hymenios poked Felix in the eye. Or at, least, he attempted to.

"The theme colors should be pink and pink!" I declared.

"That'd be lovely, dear," the god of weddings agreed, "but I'm afraid it'll clash with these horrid red eyes." He pointed at Krystine.

Set sniffed indigantly. "She gets her red eyes from me..."

Horrid? WELL NOW. I didn't appreciate being insulted by a wedding god (a homosexual one at that, I suspected).