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Post by Damian T. Lyon on Dec 31, 2010 16:30:31 GMT -5
  Damian listened to her story with interest. He almost thought about why her mother was there when he realized, duh, her father was the godly parent. How could he get confused about something like that? What kind of child of Athena was he? That would have all been playful teasing to himself had he actually thought it in clear words. Instead, the intent was there, but nothing really solid -- if anything mental can be solid, anyway. His story was much less exciting. "Probably harpies or Furies," he responded, speaking about the birds. She showed her scar to him, and he did look at it. He didn't stare or gape or let his jaw fall, though it made him glad that he had no marks of his own to sport. Damian much preferred being in one piece and showing his skill by not getting scars. The way he felt was that scars might show experience, but lack thereof showed skill. Skill or experience? It was a difficult decision, but with skill, one may safely gain experience whereas experience could result in injury or death or something much worse, and many would not conclude with the improvement of skill. He wondered briefly why she had her own sword, but realized a heartbeat after that of course she would have one for where she was going to camp. Ironically, it became Camp Half-Blood where she would depart instead of Camp Whatever It's Called. "That's an exciting tale," he commented. Alas, safe boredom was most likely Damian's path in life. At least -- he hoped -- he would die elderly and peacefully.
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Post by Venus Stars on Jan 5, 2011 19:30:11 GMT -5
Venus grinned. "I think Chiron said they were Furies but my sister argued with him until he finally agreed that they were Harpies, so I guess I'll never know"Venus said with a giggle. All her, weird feelings about her past were gone for now. She would hopefully to keep them away from intruding on her conversation until she was alone. "So whats your story, Damian?" Venus asked. She was actually excited to hear his story. She wondered how much different it was from hers. She had met a few people with similar experiences to her own but alot of people had storied that were way more exciting then her own.
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Post by Damian T. Lyon on Jan 16, 2011 12:15:02 GMT -5
Damian shrugged at her response with a small grin. He wasn't sure whether or not Pandora was a credible source, since he trusted Chiron quite a bit, but that wasn't for him to judge. He'd never met her, and so he couldn't determine that. Perhaps Pandora simply wished to be a child of Athena! That was a thought worthy of a chuckle, but not one at which Damian laughed at that moment. His story? His story was very bland. She asked, though, so he figured there was no reason not to tell her. "My satyr told me that I was a demigod when I was twelve. He said it would be safer for me at this Camp Half-Blood, so I went with him. I've been here every summer since then, and last year I started staying full time. Not nearly as interesting, especially since we weren't attacked on the way." He smiled at her with a very slight shrug. "It is perhaps the most boring tale of a demigod traveling to Camp Half-Blood," he joked dryly.
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