Olympus IIII

Phobos looked from Felix to Krystine (noticing Krystine's notes, too), and made a decision. He was going to be nice today. "Son," he said dramatically, "I'm going to help you out."

Oh dear. I looked back at Phobos, wary. It was never good when gods were dramatic, I'd learned.

"EROS, MY FRIEND!" called Phobos. "WHERE ARE YOU?"

AH. NO. I WAS GETTING OUT OF HERE. I had only taken a few steps, though, when my giggling father appeared in my way with a swirl of red dust. "Out of my way, dad."

Set made another one of his famous trollfaces. "You mad, sweetie?"

Eros flew over, in the form of a winged cherub wearing a diaper. "THE F*%# DO YOU WANT, PHOBOS?"
The god of fear gestured towards his son. "He seems to be having lady trouble, and needs a spot of help."
"Ahhh..." Eros nodded in understanding. Poor child.
Phobos continued, "So, Felix, just pick someone in this room for Eros to shoot for you." As an afterthough, he added, "Preferably not a goddess, though. They tend to get angry. Especially Artemis..."

I tried to step around my dad, but he just appeared in my way again. Honestly, he was so annoying. I took out my syringe and stabbed him in the arm with it, but it immediately disintegrated. FFFFFFFFFFF.

Set shook his head, solemnly. Because he was totally serious about not moving.

Kamooalii sat up, looking dazed. "Really?"

Anubis looked confused. Well, as confused as a jackal can look. "Anubites?"

Phobos blinked. "What do you mean? This is a GREAT idea."

((Anubites are the jackal headed soldiers of Anubis Rachel))

"Yes really, and I have been warding off spectating gods from looking at you all drooling and asleep!" Keawea said.

Well at least his father seemed more normal now. At least he had more energy now.

Henry looked confused, "You know your jackal headed soldiers."

Henry summond one next to him to remind his father.

He pointed at it saying, "Them."

"Okay, son!" Phobos said, dramatically.

Sh*#. He was being dramatic.

"FIRE AWAY!" ordered the god of fear, pointing at Krystine.

"Whatevz..." muttered Eros, and he took aim at the girl.

Set giggled very girlishly, feeling especially evil today.

Several feet away, Hymenios, who wasn't as oblivious as he looked, glanced over at Set. "And he thinks I'M the feminine one..." he muttered.

"What, daddy?" I asked, hearing my dad say something.

"Oh... um, nothing, Jane," Hymenios lied.

"What a good son you are!" beamed Kamooalii.

Anubis facepalmed. "Oh, yeah. I keep forgetting what mortals call them."

Eros grinned. "OooOooooooh, looks like we've hit a nerve~"

Phobos did not quite understand what his son was angry about, but it was amusing him. Diaper boy...

I glared at Eros, and then Phobos, and then Set, and then Felix. So, pretty much everyone.

I was mad at the world again. So mad, in fact, that I would have broken my clipboard if it wasn't magic and unbreakable. I was gripping it so hard, my knuckles turned white.

Anubis stood there, since there wasn't really anything he could think of to talk about.

Kamooalii blinked, clearing his mind. "Yeah, much better. Hey watch this!" he announced, and then promptly turned into a godly goldfish.

Eros smirked maniacly. "Oh really? CHALLENGE ACCEPTED," and with that, he released the arrow.

Since I wasn't stupid, I sidestepped the arrow. I mean, DUH. I wasn't going to stand there and let it hit me.

The arrow missed its target, but did stab someone right in the knee...

Set grimaced. "OW."

Set promptly closed his eyes. "HA. GREEK MAGIC: FOILED."

Phobos and Eros sort of... ah, wandered away, feeling rather failsome.

I walked away, seriously not wanting to be around when my father opened his eyes. That would be... awkward.

Kamooalii flopped around, all goldfishy. To his son, he responded, "BLUB BLUB BLUB BLUB BLUB, BLUB BLUB GLUB."

Anubis thought about that. Hmmm... his son had a point...

Set, who had ears like a red-tailed hawk, yelled in the general direction of Anubis, "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, KID!"

The jackal-headed god sighed. "Errrrr, that might not be a good thing to do..."

Set started to bumble around, walking into random people. In fact, the Greek magic arrows didn't even work on him. But he wasn't about to give up his excuse to run headlong into anyone he felt like.

I sighed. "This trip has been more eventful than I would like." I almost wanted to ask why Felix had gotten so angry when Phobos and Eros had decided to shoot me with the da*# stupid arrow, but a strange feeling in my gut told me not to. I didn't recognize the feeling, or know what to call it. But it was uncomfortable, and made me slightly lightheaded.

Out of the sake of curiosity, I decided to ask anyways. But as I opened my mouth to speak, I heard some very irritating footsteps behind me. I barely had time to register the fact, though, when I felt an acute pain in my upper back. What the...

Set snuck up behind Krystine, and, grinning evilly, pulled the arrow out of his knee and poked his daughter in the back with it. GAHAAHAH. Before anyone could get mad at him, though, he vanished in another swirl of red dust.