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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on Apr 24, 2009 10:40:33 GMT -5
Des wasn't quite sure if she wanted to contact the go between that evening. The past week had been uneventful, to say the least. They had no idea about the time lord's plans and Luke intended to keep it that way. Meanwhile Desdemona was getting restless. She was sick of camp, why couldn't she go take her rightful place in the ranks of the Titan Army? But last time she had talked to Ethan Nakamura he had told her to sniff out those unsure about their allegiance. Okay, so find the traitors. Shouldn't be hard. But where to look? Not the Aphrodite cabin (too slow) or the Demeter cabin (plant powers, a bunch of pacifists.) Perhaps the Athena cabin, if they were so smart, they'd see the advantage. The Hephaestus cabin, as blacksmiths were always handy. Hermes cabin, some still looked up to Luke. The Ares cabin (stupid mostly, but strong) possibly?
Des was so absorbed in her thoughts she didn't notice the camper before her until she had bumped into the other demigod. She wheeled backward, catching herself before she fell over into the water.
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Post by Sheva Das on Apr 24, 2009 12:35:55 GMT -5
"Watch where you're going, idiot! You almost knocked me into the lake!" Koeset yelled. She knew that it had partially been her fault, but Koeset's motto was "Pin the blame on someone else. Always."
She glared at the half-blood standing in front of her. "Who are you, anyway?"
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on Apr 24, 2009 14:16:51 GMT -5
"Watch where you standing, moron," Des shot back angrily. She hunched her shoulders up, shrugging the collar of her brown overcoat up to cover her neck. She took a closer look at the girl. Black hair, pale skin, dark eyes. And a pair of large black wings. Come one Des, she told herself, how do you not remember a girl with wings?
"I'm Des," she said gruffy, "daughter of Cer. And if you don't know who that is, get an encyclopedia."
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Post by Sheva Das on Apr 24, 2009 14:31:21 GMT -5
"I know who Cer is," Koeset said with a scowl. And why was the girl wearing an overcoat in this weather? "I'm a daughter of Eris. Absolutely lovely to meet you," she added, in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on Apr 24, 2009 14:43:47 GMT -5
"A pleasure," she said, her small nose crinkling slightly, matching the girl's tone. "And what name goes with such a wonderful personality?" She shivered a little, hugging her thin limbs closer. Des was always cold, as her mother was a goddess of the underworld. Even the water around her feet was a few degrees cooler then the rest of the lake. And her skin was frequently icy.
Des looked the other girl in the eyes, her violet eyes glancing upwards from beneath dark eyelashes. Daughter of Eris, goddess of strife. Oh what Luke wouldn't give for a girl like that.
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Post by Sheva Das on Apr 24, 2009 14:50:24 GMT -5
((Oh, wow. Des is a really good character. Lol!))
"Koeset. Fifteen or something, been a camper for seven years, hated by most. If there's any more information you'd like to try and pry out of me, do it now because I sure as Hades don't want to stand around on a dock for hours on end." Koeset paused for breath, watching Des's reaction.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on Apr 24, 2009 15:04:58 GMT -5
"Well, Koeset, I've made it my life's ambition to find out your favorite color. I simply must know," she drawled. Hated by most. Oh how well Des could relate. Not like she'd ever say that. Though hated by all might be more accurate. ((LOL, thanks I like Koeset. what does her name mean?))
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Post by Sheva Das on Apr 24, 2009 15:13:08 GMT -5
((Her name is a spin off of the word "anger" in Hebrew, the English equivalent of which would be "koase" or "kaase". I just switched a few letters and slapped on the female ending, although you wouldn't actually do that because it's a noun. XD ))
Koeset snorted, hiding a smile. Meeting someone who was every bit as sarcastic as she was didn't happen every day. "Oh, why, black, of course! Go on, have a field day psychoanalyzing my pick and connecting it to morbidity and my twisted mind and such."
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on Apr 24, 2009 15:23:14 GMT -5
"Really? It never would have crossed my mind. Though your macrabe mind and twistedness has nothing on me, my favorite color is pink," she replied, her eyes rolling out of habit. She was kind of enjoying the exchange. Not often did she meet someone who might, just might be as messed up a she was.
((Cool! I was thinking t was an alt spelling of Cosette from Les Miserables. LOL))
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Post by Sheva Das on Apr 24, 2009 15:48:56 GMT -5
"Ha, pink. Very...girlish. Are you sure you're quite as macabre and twisted as you say you are?" ((Nope. What about Des-does that mean something?))
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on Apr 24, 2009 15:53:56 GMT -5
"I was kidding. Who do you take me for, an Aphrodite wannabe? My mother is the god of violent death, I'm the queen of twisted." she said, haughtily. And that was the truth, if only the losers at camp knew what she could do. What she had done.
((Des is short for Desdemona, which is a name that comes from the Greek word dysdaimonwhich means 'ill-starred'))
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Post by Sheva Das on Apr 24, 2009 16:14:32 GMT -5
((Awesome. XD
And nice post. Hints at tragic pasts FTW!))
"I realized you were kidding. Duh. And you can only be the queen of twisted, if I'm the queen of sarcasm." Koeset smirked.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on Apr 25, 2009 6:38:06 GMT -5
"Fine, your majesty," Des said, smiling slightly on the inside. She shivered again, probably visible to the naked eye and shifted on her feet, hoping the blood would flow to her toes and warm her up a bit. Queen of twisted. That fit her like a glove did a hand. "So, daughter of Eris. Not accepted by the camp are you? I haven't seen you around the Hermes cabin where Chiron the magical pony dumped me. Where do you get to lay your royal head every night? If you sleep at all," she said. Des rarely slept. Mostly her nights were spent rummaging through other demigods' stuff. Or sneaking into the Big House. Or contacting one of the go betweens that came to designated spots just outside of camp each night.
((LOL, maybe her conscience is catching up with her. In a story I started to write about her -I was bored- she eventually went insane because of the killings she had done in the past. Poor Des. She was originally a Harry Potter OC, a death eater. but the story had so many mistakes I deleted it from my computer.))
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Post by Sheva Das on Apr 25, 2009 21:10:42 GMT -5
((Oh, really? Lol, neat. XD What do you say we come up with a plot and try and make this into something slightly longer? I'm having fun...))
"Oh, I'm a vampire. I don't need to sleep. I simply stay up all night and plot world domination. While sitting in the Zeus cabin," Koeset tossed in. "And you're right, I'm not accepted by the camp. I'd guess you're not, either..." She scrutinized the half-blood before her.
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Post by Caramel Kryptonite on Apr 26, 2009 5:17:38 GMT -5
"Well, it's certainly hard to sleep with Conner Stoll snoring all night and the unclaimed girl Kayla Hemming talking in her sleep all the time," Des said dryly. "The difference between your rejection and mine is that you get decent residence, and I get 'don't leave your underwear out or one of the kleptomaniac's will take them' town." She sighed. "Children of the underworld aren't readily received by the children of Olympus and the world of light. We like death, we like the dark and we're always cold. Do you rank among us?" Her tone was deadly calm, which conveyed the anger she felt when she said those words. As if to prove it, she placed a hand on the other girl's upper arm. ((LOL, yeah. It is fun Hm... what kind of plot...? This could get entertaining.))
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