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[h1][color=SlateGray]Hawley Eames Griffin[/color], [color=IndianRed]Ky' vie Morgan[/color], and [color=Gold]Lord Hermes[/color][/h1]
[h2]Hephaestus Cabin ~ Camp Half-Blood[/h2][/center]

Oh by the Gods above, it felt amazing to be back in the cabin she was able to call her own; she’d missed all of this… the other campers that she called both her friends and family, the soothing and peaceful aura that seemed to fill the area that made up the camp; for the love of Hades, she had even missed being around people such as Erin and Dionysus- though she knew for a fact that particular feeling wasn’t going to last very long. It had taken them a little longer than normal to make it back to her cabin; the red-head happily and politely greeting all and any who spoke to her on the walk, the news of her barbecue spread quickly causing the both of them to have to stop every now and then so that she could answer questions, but eventually, they made it back to the familiar surroundings of the Hephaestus cabin. It was like clockwork; all the cogs and gears meshing with one another and working perfectly- the very moment that the both of them had been able to step through the door, they were greeted with the strong smell of metal, parchment and grease. A blurred mass of bronze and steel almost bowling them both over as the over-excited auto-animalistic figure everyone knew to be her mechanical dog Ratchet, came running out to meet them from somewhere within the cabin.

Reaching out towards the big and lovable hunk of metal, she let her hand slide back and over the very shape of its head in an affectionate manner; her father’s craftsmanship something that she had always admired about the man, even if the both of them had a hard time getting along with one another. Letting a soft through still definable whistle slip out through her soft pink lips, she motioned with her head towards the door on the other side of the living room, her smile growing and crossing further over her features as she watched the creature happily pull away before bounding off towards her room, whipping its tail dangerously back and forth in his excitement at having his mistress back in the camp. Following the path that it had taken towards the now wide open door, Ky turned her head so that she was looking back over her shoulder at the son of Hermes she had grown exceedingly close to over the years they had known each other, her metallic silvery-blue orbs meeting with his own as her expression softened. She had missed him… she had missed him so damn much- being able to see Griffin again was just one of the many things that she loved about coming back home after a long journey; and getting to speak to him after so long of being apart from one another made every crappy little things she had gone through completely worth it.

“Okay, so it took some doing, and it wasn’t easy to snag them before the pain in the ass disappeared; but I managed to get a couple of minotaur horns from one of my fights. But then again, that’s nothing compared to what I managed to lug back here for you.” Quirking her eyebrow ever so slightly as she dropped her bag down onto the end of the bed, she lifted her hands up and around the back of her head, gathering as much of her long and wavy red locks into her palms before tying them back up in both a messy and loose ponytail behind her head, her lips turned up into a slightly mischievous and playful grin as she once more turned her attention back down to the bad in front of her; the sound of the zipper opening filling the room before she delved her hands into the depths of the bag, fumbling around with the contents as she began to unpack her belongings, “You know, you better start telling me just how much you love me, Girff- I wouldn’t go about carrying these things around for just anyone you know…”

"Asking for free compliments? Well, my father [i]is[/i] the god of business...it best be something worth a compliment." Griffin returned with a playful smirk, though even he could not hide the look of curiosity in his eyes as he gazed upon her bag most inquisitively. 

Ky' vie was rather well-known for bringing back incredibly valuable gifts that seemed to practically come from the depths of his desires. No doubt she wouldn't fail this time. 

Letting one of his hands drift across the cool surface of Ratchet's frame, akin to scratching his head, Griffin planted the other hand in his coat pocket, raising a single eyebrow as anxiousness began to swell in his chest. 

"Well, come now, I'd like my present before dinner, love." He said in a voice of mock-impatience, but the amusement that was prevalent both in tone and look proved his words were coy at best. 

“Oi, now you listen here mate- don’t you go biting at the hand that feeds you; and you just gotta remember who the person cooking tonight is.”

The sound of her gentle chuckling filled the air of the bedroom as she began to unpack the very items that she had been keeping a secret from him; the space on the bed beside her bag quickly being filled up with boxes consisting of various shapes and sizes, each of the boxes containing one of the pop vinyl figurines of characters she knew for a fact that he loved- Game of Thrones. It was just one of the many shows that the both of them were content to just sit back and waste their time watching together; and while there were times when he had become completely obsessed with it, she had other TV shows that  ranked higher up on her list of favorites. Pulling the last one out to sit on the exceedingly large pile that had been created, she straightened herself back up, sliding her now empty bag down to the floor before she turned back to the clothes that she had taken with her- the pile more than obviously smaller than the one that she had left with, but that was just something that she had grown used to over her years of questing; though whether or not it was because of them getting ruined on the journey, or whether she had left them behind on purpose was a complete and utter mystery to all but herself.

“So… when I picked them up on my way back, the demigod I dealt with said there were about sixty-four of them in total, but I’m not too sure, I was too tired to sit there and count them all myself.” Picking up the small pile of shorts and pants that she had made, she turned herself around so that she was facing him, an amused expression playing over her features as she took in what she could of his reaction- she had outdone herself this time; and they both knew it, “So let me know what you think of them okay? If you don’t like them, I can always take them back and exchange them… maybe for a nice top, or mug.”

Griffin was - for perhaps the first time in his life - speechless. All he could do was stare at the immense pile of figures that covered the bed, a look of incredulous shock quite plain on his features. 

"This...[i]This[/i] is fanTAStic." Griffin declared, purposefully enunciating the second syllable of the word 'fantastic'. Surprise was still evident in his voice as his deft fingers delicately began fishing through the pile, recognizing the caricature miniatures by name and appearance, eliciting a series of giggles that would have fit a young boy in a candy store. 

This childlike excitement was once more interrupted by a vibration from his right thigh. "Not now, Dad." Griffin said to himself, promptly hitting 'Ignore' yet again. What on earth could be so important right now? 

He was happy, and that was all she cared about; she had once again managed to hit the nail on the head and get him a gift that he so obviously loved. Taking a few moments to finish putting all of her things away in an effort to clear some room on her bed, she turned back around to face him, her hands reaching back behind her to rest against the dresser as she leant her body back into it, her head tilting thoughtfully to the side as she continued to watch him, catching the change in his voice and expression as she watched her friend glance down at the phone that seemed to never stop buzzing at his side.

“..hey Grif, you know in personal experience… the longer you ignore your parent, the higher the chance of them showing up out of the blue and usually at the worst times too…”

Griffin scoffed, continuing to stare at his phone for a brief few moments before returning it to his pocket. "Oh, come now, Hermes wouldn't do that. He probably just wants me to watch Netflix with him or something...you know, gods trying to fit into the human world - it's a real piece of work." He explained, a small half-smirk never seeming to leave his face. 

"Hermes wouldn't do what, now?" Griffin practically jumped out of his sneakers as a third voice cut in behind him. Cocking his head behind him, Griffin's saucer-sized eyes landed on his own father, wearing a brown UPS polo shirt and khakis that looked just a [i]little[/i] too small. 

"We gotta talk, kiddo." Hermes continued without skipping a beat, a casual, almost sing-songey tone to his voice, though Griffin could tell when something was wrong with his father...and this was one of those times. 

"Oh! Let's see..." Hermes trailed off as a rather large package apparated in his hand. Looking at the address, Hermes' eyes narrowed slightly. "Ok...Kylie, Kelly, Kyra, Karla, [i]Ky' vie[/i]!" 

Hermes handed the package over to the daughter of Hephaestus, "It's from your dad. He sends his regards, his apologies, and his, and I quote, 'request for forgiveness'. Please, for all of our sakes, call him once in awhile." With a small affirmative nod, Hermes turned back to Griffin wearing a hollow smile. 

"So, son! How do you like quests?" 

She told him so; but did he ever listen to her? She knew from personal experience that the Gods and Goddesses had a habit of just dropping by unannounced to see their children, her own father being a major culprit of such rash decisions. She couldn’t count the number of times she had come home with her friends to find him standing in the middle of the living room, and that wasn’t even mentioning the times he had attempted to actually use his parental rights over her.

Widening her eyes up only a fraction as she felt the weight of a rather large and heavy package fall down upon her arms, she took a few moments to look down at it, her curiosity burning when it came to finding out what was inside, though she made no move to show that she was going to be opening it anytime soon; the demigoddess twisting her body just enough so that she could slide it onto the top of one of the few desks that decorated her room, “..yeah; no… I think I’ll pass… last time we spoke with each other was when he popped in unannounced while I was in the shower; it ended with the both of us in another argument. So, remind me why I should forgive him again..?”

"Hey, hey, don't shoot the Messenger. I just deliver the packages. Want advice on how to deal with your father, then might as well bark up Athena's tree." Hermes replied, a slight hint of irritability to his tone. He had enough going on without worrying about [i]other[/i] divine family dramas. 

Straightening herself up against the dresser once more, she brought her arms up so that they were instead crossed over her chest in a defensive manner; the last thing she needed was for her dad to butt his head into her business again- how many times had she given him a chance only to have him throw it back in her face before begging for another? No, she was just better off with how things were at the moment, “Questing..? Griffin..? I’m sorry, uncle Hermes; I think you might be out of luck on this one, I’ve never known Grif to take an interest in quests the whole time we’ve known each other…”

"'Fraid she's right, Dad. Prophecies were never my forte." Griffin affirmed, regaining his casual composure. Many demigods would have become rigidly formal or terrified upon having to speak with their godly parent. But Hermes was nearly casual to a fault. 

Sucking his teeth, Hermes gave a wounded look before clearing his throat. "Well...I'm afraid there's no choice in the matter. Aphrodite's dove has been stolen. It's a stupid damn bird if you ask me, but she seems to think it's special. Ares wants you dead because out of every demigod in the world, you're the only one who could have possibly stolen the bird. The god of war isn't the god of common sense, to put it lightly. Unfortunately my own father didn't strike very well in the common sense department [i]either[/i]. Zeus has given you one week to find the dove...or he'll..." Hermes trailed off suddenly, appearing quite devastated for a moment before regaining control of his expression. "He'll let Ares deal with you." 

There was an ample pause, a tense period of palpable silence as Griffin coped with the news that had just hit him. He had a week to find [i]one[/i] bird in the whole world, or else he'd be killed by the god of war, himself. Letting out a deep sigh, the son of Hermes hung his head, swallowing once before looking up once more. 

"Well...shit." 

The silence filling the space of her bedroom was almost deafening- the God of war… blamed Griffin..? It both did and didn’t make sense to her; her mind seeming to run a million miles an hour as she did all that she could to ignore the pain that shot through her heart at the very thought of losing her friend to something like this. It wasn’t his fault that he was being pointed out and blamed for such a thing; if anyone was to be blamed, it was his late half-brother Luke. He had been the one to start giving the Hermes cabin a bad name with his attempt at bringing the downfall of Olympus; and while he had managed to go and redeem himself in the end, no one ever really remembered the good that he had done… especially not the Gods.

Gritting her teeth and clenching her jaw for the longest of times as she dropped her head down so that she was staring at the ground below her feet, she did her best to hold back a frustrated growl as she tightened the already firm grip that she held over the edge of her dresser, her muscles seeming to tense with anger which was directed towards the God of war himself- how could they accuse someone just by judging them on the past of those who came before them…

“..I’ll go…” Lifting her head up after a few moments of silence in reaction to her statement so that she could look from one to the other, she nodded her head softly up and down as though to push the point that she wasn’t joking around with either of them- if it was going to help her friend get out of a jam that wasn’t his fault, she’d gladly take up the responsibility and go on the quest in his place. He had been there for her through every hard time that she had gone through in her life, and the very least she could do was be there for him when he needed her, “I’m being completely serious. I’ll take the quest on and go in his place- I’ll even pack now and leave tonight if I have to. Griffin has no experience when it comes to questing; I’m the complete opposite, I’m always going away on quests. I can be there and back, and have his name cleared in less than a week.”

"That's where the problem lies..." Hermes began, taking a somewhat unsettled tone. "Griffin specifically needs to be the one to return the dove. In order to clear his name in Olympus' eyes. Were you to take the quest in his place, the others would see it as a confirmation of Griffin's thievery. He must seek out the dove himself," Hermes paused briefly, "however that does not mean he has to go alone..." 

"I don't have a choice either way in the matter..." Griffin responded curtly, still in apparent shock as he was trying to swallow the gravity of the news. 

“I can’t believe what I’m bloody hearin’… this is absolutely ridiculous.” Tightening her grip over the edge of the dresser for a few moments before eventually pushing herself away from where she had been leaning up against it, she brought her arms up from her side, crossing them furiously over her chest as she took her place by her friends side again,  her metallic silvery-blue eyes turning over to the God she had always been able to consider an uncle. The fact that the Gods had not only given the quest to someone who had no previous experience in quests, but also the fact that they had given him seven days to get the dove back to the Goddess in Olympus.

“..yeah, well there’s no way I’m lettin’ him go off on his own- you don’t have to worry about that, uncle Hermes.”

"Thank you." Hermes replied solemnly, his tone turning sincere as he eyed Hephaestus' daughter. 

Suddenly clapping his hands together (eliciting another jump from Griffin), Hermes turned on his heel towards the door of the cabin, preparing to leave. 

"Well, I best be off; messages to deliver, packages to sign, singing telegrams to perform, the like. You wouldn't want my job, kids." Hermes hardly seemed to take a breath, resuming his eccentric speech patterns almost as if nothing had happened. 

"As for you, Griffin, be safe, pack extra underwear, don't forget your sword, and send your uncle a damn postcard for Olympus' sake. I blame Athena for that man's paranoia." Moving towards his son, Hermes clasped him once on the shoulder with a subtle, affirmative nod before diverting his attention once again to Ky' vie. 

"As for you...you have the most important role of all." Hermes began, now once [i]again[/i] becoming sincere in tone. "Keep my son safe." 

With hardly a moment to spare, the god of messengers had disappeared from the cabin, leaving a tangible silence between Griffin and Ky. 

"Hmm...better make sure I'm fresh stocked on [i]underpants[/i]." Griffin noted to break the silence, shrugging his shoulders. 

Straightening her posture up as the God himself turned to her once again with a sincere though solemn look in his eyes and a grateful tone within his voice, she relaxed both of her arms from where she had them crossed over her chest allowing them to rest once more by her sides, her hands slipping down and into the back pockets of her jeans as she nodded her head, showing him that she was appreciative of his gratitude towards her, “You can count on me, uncle Hermes. I’ll protect Grif on this quest with my life; you have nothing at all to worry about, I give you my word.”

This was unbelievable… but it wasn’t something that could be avoided either- just as Grif had unintentionally found himself in the middle of a quest; she had just voluntarily walked straight into yet another one. Frowning heavily as she let her eyes glide slowly around the room at everything that was around them, she turned and leant her body over, her hand clasping around the material that made up the bag she had only just unpacked before she hauled it back up onto the bed, a soft sigh slipping out through her lips as she headed back to her drawer so that she could begin packing. “Griffin, this isn’t something to make light of… you’re in serious danger right now; and I just swore to your dad that I would protect you with my life. Just do me a favor okay..? Make sure you have fun tonight; enjoy the barbecue as much as you can, because as much as you don’t like it…”

Grabbing up the fresh pile of clothes that she had created on top of the dresser, she turned her body around to face him, her eyes betraying her by looking both tired and weary for the first time since she had gotten back to the camp- she was feeling a little run-down, but that didn’t matter. After a little bit of sleep, maybe some ambrosia; she’d be as good as new, and ready to get back onto the road, “..first crack of dawn; you and I are going to pay the oracle a little visit.”