i have to admit this is very effective though a little weird
[And then, a little later:]
the name Apollo is it familiar to you? if so please tell me
D.2;
[It will be easy, Apollo thought. After all he’s been through back home, after jumping into literal flames and coming out victorious, he figured helping out one rich dude get whatever magic thingie he wants and get money out of it would be a piece of cake.
He should know better, by now.
The shrubbery thing wasn’t all that hard, even though it was anyonning to check every single one of them for the golden leaves. But it’s a quest, it’s something to do and even though he was usually the one handing quests to the demigods instead of going on them himself, he’s got enough experience with them to know he has to be patient. And so he checked, checked and checked until Mr Knight had something to make his tea with.
But this bunny thing….
Look. He knows it sounds ridiculous, he’s fought many things but he’d never thought he’d have to fight a bunny. But the thing is, by now he knows that the enemies that seem the weakest, the enemies you laugh at are the ones that kick your ass the hardest later. And he’s got tons (and tons) of experience getting his ass kicked since he became a human, and he doesn’t have Meg or Grover or anyone else to save his ass here. So he has to be careful.
So people may find a lanky, acne-ridden teenager carrying a bow and arrows on his quiver, crouching down in front of random bunnies to try to find the angriest, meanest one that he’s supposed to kill. They told him to focus on his anger, so...]
I hate you, bunny. [He says as he looks at it straight in the eye, with as much anger as he can manage.
...It isn’t much. The bunny is adorable.]
F.1;
[Look, he’s the god of many (many) things. ...He was? Whatever. Point is: fishing isn’t one of those things, and he never had any interest on it. The closest he’s ever gotten is hunting, and even that was more to play around with Artemis and to maintain his status as god of archery, not because he enjoyed hunting for game. Plus Poseidon wouldn’t have liked him playing around in his turf.
But his uncle is not here, and this seems like fun, and he has literally nothing else to do so he figured, may as well. This can’t be that hard, can it? Tons of people do it every single day, for a living, so he’ll get the hang of it pretty quickly he’s sure.
...So, of course he ends up getting dragged by whatever has bitten his bait into the lage, face-front. Yay.]
Apollo - Lester Papadopoulous | Trials of Apollo
i have to admit
this is very effective
though a little weird
[And then, a little later:]
the name Apollo
is it familiar to you?
if so please tell me
D.2;
[It will be easy, Apollo thought. After all he’s been through back home, after jumping into literal flames and coming out victorious, he figured helping out one rich dude get whatever magic thingie he wants and get money out of it would be a piece of cake.
He should know better, by now.
The shrubbery thing wasn’t all that hard, even though it was anyonning to check every single one of them for the golden leaves. But it’s a quest, it’s something to do and even though he was usually the one handing quests to the demigods instead of going on them himself, he’s got enough experience with them to know he has to be patient. And so he checked, checked and checked until Mr Knight had something to make his tea with.
But this bunny thing….
Look. He knows it sounds ridiculous, he’s fought many things but he’d never thought he’d have to fight a bunny. But the thing is, by now he knows that the enemies that seem the weakest, the enemies you laugh at are the ones that kick your ass the hardest later. And he’s got tons (and tons) of experience getting his ass kicked since he became a human, and he doesn’t have Meg or Grover or anyone else to save his ass here. So he has to be careful.
So people may find a lanky, acne-ridden teenager carrying a bow and arrows on his quiver, crouching down in front of random bunnies to try to find the angriest, meanest one that he’s supposed to kill. They told him to focus on his anger, so...]
I hate you, bunny. [He says as he looks at it straight in the eye, with as much anger as he can manage.
...It isn’t much. The bunny is adorable.]
F.1;
[Look, he’s the god of many (many) things. ...He was? Whatever. Point is: fishing isn’t one of those things, and he never had any interest on it. The closest he’s ever gotten is hunting, and even that was more to play around with Artemis and to maintain his status as god of archery, not because he enjoyed hunting for game. Plus Poseidon wouldn’t have liked him playing around in his turf.
But his uncle is not here, and this seems like fun, and he has literally nothing else to do so he figured, may as well. This can’t be that hard, can it? Tons of people do it every single day, for a living, so he’ll get the hang of it pretty quickly he’s sure.
...So, of course he ends up getting dragged by whatever has bitten his bait into the lage, face-front. Yay.]