Jim pushed his spectacles further back onto the bridge of his nose as the snake began to utter a form of speech. He gave a short look of astonishment but it didn’t look authentic or meant; it wasn’t as if there was much left to surprise him with. The spot where their newly attained comrade- Kian’s father, also known as the God of sun -had stood was vacant and looked nothing out of the ordinary. It looked as if he had never been there and part of him wanted to believe that, another part wanted to be a half-god headed for half-blood camp. He had been right about the snake; she or he, he wasn’t quite sure on that- was meant to be their guide. At least one of their fathers’ had assumed neither of them owned a vehicle with a built-in GPS-system. Although he doubted the snake would be much help with anything other than finding the camp’s exact location. With that settled, it still left the journey itself; how in the underworld’s name where the three of them supposed to travel? Cars were out of the question for now: unless one of the teachers was still around- but he doubted it. Plain? Train? Bus? On foot? Too bad his father hadn’t gifted him his levitating shoes. Then he would have simply flown over to New York; above the heads of all those dangerous beasts that wanted to take a bite out of them.
The monsters could be dealt with eventually. Other than take the journey to half-blood camp, it would be best to learn how to handle their items; certainly since they each had a weapon. Jim was convinced that he could use the dagger to strike- but using it to throw wouldn’t do him much good; he couldn’t aim due to his eye-sight and had never learnt how to either. He was sure the archer could handle her bow, but how good Alex would be with his- he did not know. Jim couldn’t do much with the dagger from far, but from close it could be useful. The shield could be of use as well, as soon as he grew strong enough to hold it- which wasn’t any time soon in his opinion. It could serve another use though, he wondered as to what it could block besides swords and badly flung arrows.
He gave a sigh and looked over at the talking serpent, that had finished its last sentence in the meantime. “Oh, almost forgot. I’m Jim, nice to meet you.. Spark.” He found it an odd name for a snake- but he wasn’t about to tell him. As much of an oddity the serpent was, at least he- or she -was on their side.
There was a sudden sound- the same one the sun’s God had made when he left, and there he was again. This time, with a red stain of lipstick on his cheek and a wireless microphone in one of his hands. In the other he held a small heavy-looking pouch that he handed over to his son. He barely came as he disappeared again- his fast-paced speech slurring as he went. Jim looked over at his friend, and wondered as to what they would use the ‘drachma’, that the sun’s God had given them. Did the camp use it as currency? Or did he expect them to use it to take a cab to camp half-blood?
“Not the slightest idea.” Jim noted, moving both of his hands through his hair. He took a few steps towards the forest that the teachers and their classmates had fled to. “We haven’t even had the chance to introduce ourselves, and here we are.. headed for camp half-blood”