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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jul 18, 2010 17:17:32 GMT -5
I kneel by the offerings table after I had put down a loaf of bread and a cup of wine on the table. Je vous offre cette nourriture. S'il vous plaît guide et aide-moi avec ma décision (that means "I offer you this food. Please guide and help me with my decisions." in French. I'll just use that) I pray to Artemis. Then in English I say.." Artemis, oh goddess of the hunt, I need new weapons, mine at useless and my mother wouldn't be happy if I lost a battle. Please goddess give me new weapons." I close my eyes and keep kneeling and wait for an answer.
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Post by Artemis on Jul 18, 2010 18:20:09 GMT -5
She walks out of the trees behind the table. "J'accepte votre offre." (it means, "I accept your offer.")Artemis perches on a corner of the table. "What weapons would you like? Bow and arrow, sword, dagger." She shrugs, conjuring a smorgasbord of weapons laid out on the table. "Personally, I'm partial to the bow and arrow, but it's your choice, truly." She says, taking the glass of wine and sipping daintily from it.
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jul 18, 2010 18:23:05 GMT -5
I smile and look at the weapons. "oh goddess this is such a blessing. I would definatly love a bow and arrow and maybe a sword or a dagger. What would my mother take?" I asked curiously, hoping she could answer this question.
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Post by Artemis on Jul 18, 2010 18:36:21 GMT -5
"Athena..." She murmurs, propping her head up on her hand. "Your mother would choose these." Artemis pulls from the weapons a spear and a sword. The spear has a finely crafted handle, made from metal, with a ring and a sharp metal tip. (looks like this- ) The sword is a simple piece, the blade and handle forged from one. Leather wraps around the hilt, allowing the weapon to be gripped easily. The sheath is made from leather, embedded with gold. (looks like this- )
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jul 18, 2010 18:38:44 GMT -5
I stare at the beautiful weapons. "those are amazing! How many weapons can I have?" I didn't want to offend her but I was curious. (haha nice karma number)
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Post by Artemis on Jul 19, 2010 8:04:23 GMT -5
(I put the karma as high as it would go. I feel loved now) "As many as you wish." She laughs. "Feel free to take all you want."
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jul 19, 2010 8:24:47 GMT -5
I nod. "I will take the bow and arrow, sword and spear." (I'm going to make a goddess account of Hera so il be on both accounts sometimes)
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Post by Hera on Jul 19, 2010 9:48:52 GMT -5
"Artemis, que fais-tu ici?" (means "Artemis what are you doing here?) I had appeared sitting in a tree not too long ago. I had watched them interact.
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Post by Artemis on Jul 19, 2010 12:21:37 GMT -5
"She called me." She says, without the slightest hesitation. Standing, Artemis turns to face Hera. "Is there a problem?"
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jul 19, 2010 12:23:12 GMT -5
-Hera- "you know that Zeus forbid you not to speak to humans or even Demi-gods." I say gently because I didn't want to upset her.
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Post by Artemis on Jul 20, 2010 7:41:22 GMT -5
"She needed weapons." She says, her smile fading, replaced by the hardened look that so often is plastered on her features. "Unlike some, I do not ignore a plea." Turning to Annabeth, Artemis snaps, "Take all the weapons you want." before turning on her heel and brushing past Hera and into the trees.
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Post by Hera on Jul 20, 2010 8:35:38 GMT -5
"Artemis!" I call after her! "I'm sorry.." I say to annabeth. I run after Artemis and our footsteps create huge amounts of thunder.
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Post by Artemis on Jul 20, 2010 8:52:06 GMT -5
(haha! thunder! sorry, i dont know why i said this. i just did.) She disappears into the trees, blending with the forest.
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Post by Hera on Jul 20, 2010 8:54:58 GMT -5
"Retour à l'Olympe, la demeure des dieux!" I yell. (which means "back to Olympus home of the gods!) I disappear and transport to Olympus.
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Post by Artemis on Jul 20, 2010 8:56:49 GMT -5
Scowling, Artemis does the same. But in a quieter fashion. She turns on her heel and walks into a tree, seeming to melt into the wood.
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