Oh that horrible bastard.
Kian stared at the spot where Apollo had been, glaring as the last wisps of his disappearance melted into the air. There wasn’t even any footprints or tire marks to tell of his presence. New York? Hell, that was way on the other side of the country so how on Earth were they supposed to get there? And what about their parents? He looked up when the other boy spoke up and nodded, “Yeah, but I don’t get how a snake’s any help.” He turned his gaze to Alex when she spoke up and, when the snake started to bloody talk and flashed them a smile of brilliantly deadly fangs, Kians made an exasperated noise.
“It can talk? Nevermind, I’m not even surprised anymore.” He said, shying away from the snake. A gift from Ares? Oh, lucky them. Their parents actually gave them something useful on top of their weapons while all Kian got was, well, a bow with very limited amount of shots.
It was at that moment when there was another poof behind him and, before Kian could so much as look over his shoulder, Apollo came walking out from behind him and dropped a small, but heavy, sac in his hands. He was dressed the same, but there was a red lipstick stain on his cheek and a wireless microphone in his other hand. “Sorry about that. Drachma for you all. Bye!” And then, with that and another stupid grin, he was gone again.
Kian didn’t even looked fazed. All he did was sigh heavily and undid the little piece of rope that kept the sack closed at the top. Peering in, he frowned before sticking his hand inside and fished out a handful of glittering gold coins. “So, uh, anybody know what we can use these for?” Because Kian didn’t think the local grocer’s would accept ancient currency.