"Mr.D can i get my backpack from my cabin real quivk? Im all set." She asked. She had all her tools armor and clothes in there.

Michael looked at the girls armour " that's pretty cool, not many trust retractable armour anymore" he said as he sat on the couch, he noticed they were the first ones there and he took a peak out the window to see if any of th other ones where on there way. The view didn't look very promising so he turned back around and started talking to the group again "Any objections about who's comming along?" He said lttin an eye slip up to his father who had a small smile on his face, he loved seeing people cause a ruckus.

Shæ grabbed her shoulder pack, and her sword and headed up. She entered and sat down on the edge of a chair. Sh saw that they were still missing Vic. Shæ leaned her head back and closed her eyes and mentally called Ace. A few minutes later the pegasus strod inside and stood by her.

Valen answered "Nope. I'm going back and getting my stuff. My tools and blades are in there. I'll be damned if I dont bring em." She ran out to the cabin and stepped inside and grabbed her backpack. Then she went to where she had left her armor inside the forge and stuffed it in there, hoisted it onto her shoulder as she and ran back.

"No Shay, I don't have any doritos. But I have diet coke and cheetos." Dionysus opened his ridge and grabbed a diet coke for each kid. His fridge was only diet coke and wine. "As you know, your going to find the golden fleece in the underworld, because Hades took it, I am sure of it." Dionysus said.

Vic muttered something, and stepped through the doorway. "At least I don't look like shit anymore."

Her eyes were at the normal size, the red lines were gone, and she felt a bit... Happy. That's to saying as happy you can feel about going on a quest, with all the bad outcomes. Death. Defeat. Death. Death. Okay, maybe becoming a disgrace... But mostly death. She pushed the thoughts calmly out of her head, put on a smile that looked so painfully obvious, and walked inside.

The only things she had to defend herself happened to be her knife, which she held, and her slingshot. Of course, her slingshot was tucked into one of her pockets, which made her move a bit stiffly. The bronze ammo didn't seem to help either. Some clothes were tucked into a Digital ACU backpack, because her siblings just started a craze over it, and toiletries. Small pocket change was put at the bottom, with a drachma or two. So, the Meyrick had absolutely no armor. Tough.

"Hey guys." She kept the smile on her face, which now looked like she just got back from the dentist, and was under laughing gas. "Wats up, Mr. Dinnnnnno?"

Val smiled at Vic. "How does it work?" She asked, referring to the lighter she had given her. "Did it go out?" She pushed the button and her armor slid back into the cuffs. She turned to Michael. "Why dont they trust retractable armor any more? Mine works fine. I tested it out in a brutal five hour training session and it still works." She shifted her pack to her other shoulder, remembering that she had at least $200 in human cash and a small pouch of drachmas.

Michael wondered for a moment what she was telling Vic about but he figured it wasn't that important. Michael felt the scar on his shoulders from his experience with retractable armor. "Its not the durability, its just hard for most to get the mechanics down for an individual." He looked at around the cabin and got up to serve himself some water. "So how are we suppose to track this fleece down anyhow? Speaking of which this is kind of starting to sound like a suicide mission, i mean we don't know anything about who took the fleece or why, is this some sort of trap?" He said turning back around more talking to himself than anyone else in the room. He hoped they would find the fleece fast and not have to worry about what whoever had it wanted to use it for.

"Uhhh, I almost burned down my bunk for using it so much." Vic replied. "I wish I would've burned one of my cabin mates, but, whatever."

She gave a quick yawn after Michael was done talking. "Hey, at least we're all going to die together. What? Wrong timing? Never mind." She tries to find the best words to say. "A wise man once said, 'Life is the longest thing you'll ever go through'. So... We're freakin' demigods. Does it matter if it's a suicide mission?"

Michael thought about what Vic said, but he didn't understand what she meant. "Last i check Demigod's still died and went to Hades You want to see his dad anytime soon?" He said pointing at Shay "Cause i sure as hell never want to meet the man." Michael walked back over to the couch and sat down the room was starting to spin and he thought that now was not a good time to have an episode. He closed his eyes and began to breath deeply, he rubbed his hand across the rough grain of the table and slowly relaxed.

Val understood now. She laughed at Vic. "You should've! I would have laughed at the destruction you caused." She smiled. "I'm a demigod and we never live very long lives. I have this quote: if today was your last day and tomorrow was too late, would you say goodbye to yesterday?" she said. "Lifes too short to waste it away. Carpe diem!" She laughed.

"Well heres my quote then, Some of us will live in History, The other's will die in the past." He said in a monotone voice taking another big drink of water. He wasn't very optimistic about this quest, and he wasn't sure what they would find. But he had to have faith he thought, or else what else was there?

"What happened to that flask? I wanted some." Valen looked around for it.

Shæ stroked Ace thoughtfully and saud "Nothing in life is constant and the only thing constant is change." She fell silent once more, thinking about the ocean.

After Valen said that, a bitter thought crossedinto Vic's mind. The hellhounds. She silently asked herself why she didn't fight. "I sometimes think of meeting that guy. Hades. Curiosity has plagued my thoughts. Let's just say, I've wanted to meet him early." She continued. "We shouldn't be asking about the quest. How about asking why the fuck we're going on it? The reason besides the fleece, camp, our siblings..."

Vale agreed with Vic. "Shes right. Why me? I just got here and already I'm going back out there for a damned quest? Brave as this is, I dont see why Im going."

"Me either." Shæ piped up. "Im the only child of Poseidon here and I've never gone on a qyest before. And I've been here since I turned thirteen." Shæ fiddled with her choker.

"Wait" Michael had just caught up from his daze "Hades really? Why? Whats he need it for?" He said standing up and walking over to Valen "Not the best place for that at the moment i think" Then as he was walking over to stare out the window he added "That was also a statement i suppose, it wasn't a quote, i mean i don't know if anyone has said that before." Michael's mind was being scattered and his thoughts had resorted to only the Underworld, and all its horrors. He looked back " Shae i think its about time you showed us what a child of Poseidon can do, don't any of you want to be great? What if we do this right?" Michael's mind was running images of the Underworld across his vision and he almost couldn't take it. The scars on his back burned a little and he felt weak.

Seth's eyes had darted towards questers leaving for the Big House, obviously to discuss some important questrelated matters. The demigod was Iintrigued to know what this stuff was, and even more intrigued to leave them with a "parting gift" to aid them in their journey. It was more of "personal promotion" thing though, that way they and the entire camp would know they'd have never succeeded had it not been for his indirect help.

"I suppose I'll leave you to discuss more defensive measures with the others, Nevea," Seth said with a small grin as he began to follow the questers at a distance. The crowd made it easy for Seth to go by unnoticed, but even if people had noticed him, no one seemed to care.

"Now let's see what you lot have to say," the demigod muttered to himself as he listened to their conversations outside a window.

It was.....boring. Like really, the entire thing sounded like some bloody high school drama instead of talks about the quest and how they'd handle it. Only a few statements caught Seth's ear, though in reality they were questions about how they'd be tracking the Fleece down. Now was the time.

"I hate to interrupt your little talks," Seth said outloud as he formed a crystal pedestal to raise himself up and level with the window, after which he simply walked through the opening and inside the Big House. "But I couldn't help but overhear your concerns about not being able to track the Fleece and being ill prepared to handle the... challenges that lie ahead."

Seth observed the group for a few moments before smiling, though his smile wasn't really all too kind.

"I happen to be able to offer you something that will help you, if you're interested in getting through this as quickly as possible...."

Michael almost went ballistic, his head cocked slightly to the side as the boy rose up right in front of him at the open window. "First of all there's a door for a reason, and i don't quiet remember you being asked to eavesdrop on this conversation." Michael was almost angry, how did this kid have the gal? You cant just go around listening to peoples conversations, especially ones that were best kept in private. He didn't trust this kid at all at the moment, the gaze he was giving him was deadly enough to kill. Keep you cool boy! Don't lose it here!

Valen glared and held up balls of fire in her hands. "How nice of you to visit you hijo de puta!" She was not fond of ease droppers and something about him made her wary.

Shæ stood up in a defensive position. She didnt like him. Never had.

Seth chuckled slightly before he began pacing around slightly, mainly to show he wasn't going to be fazed by anyone's obvious anger. He'd dealt with it all before, and if they remembered who Seth was, they'd be smart and restrain themselves from taking any offensive actions.

"You're right, no one asked me to eavesdrop. I did so anyway though, simply because I feel I can still help you all out a bit now that I've regrettably been denied this quest."

The demigod stopped and looked directly at Michael with stern eyes that suggested he and his questmates listen to what he had to offer.

"In the unlikely case you don't know me, I am Seth, a son of the magic goddess Hecate," he said, putting special emphasis on the word "magic".
"It is within my power to grant you something of my creation to help you all track down the Fleece. This little creation also has several more quirks that will be accessible to you if you're smart enough to realize its power.... a power that might come in handy when the challenges become to great..."

Dionysus stood. "If you ever interrupt me again I willbeat you senseless with a bottle of wine from my collection. Now I ask you to leave before I throw this vase at you." Dionysus said ans he picked up a vase.