He couldn't say that reaction was entirely unexpected.
"Well." Logan stretched out the word to the point where it became an annoying hum of thoughtfulness. "I'm not proposing we merrily prance away to our deaths. But I suppose I'll lay things out for you if I must. It's understandable if you have a couple of cobwebs in the brain right about now."
Probably not the best way for him to start off, but his impulse control continued to be poor.
Logan took a deep breath. He began to count out the options on his hand as he spoke.
"So, one. We could just lend them a ride. But there's no guarantee that'll come back if this little escapade is so dangerous. And big deal, maybe we can deal without it. I don't blame anybody if they think that's the best choice."
No, he was blaming somebody. Just not to their face.
"Two. We give them a ride and some of us go along. The ride's safe. Well, safer, because we can keep an eye on things. And we can give backup which is sort of important if this isn't just us getting messed with here."
At this point, Logan leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice. "And, well, maybe we can get some answers. I mean, they have our numbers."
"Or three." He drew back and dramatically groaned upon reaching this option. "We could do absolutely nothing and continue twiddling our thumbs. Which if this actually is a big problem, then..." Logan cast his hands out. As he did so, he mimicked the sound of an explosion. "Or whatever's supposed to happen. So take your pick. I know mine."
Having been so caught up in this, it took a while for him to realize where Sigmund had gone. Spotting the keys she had, he smiled. Leave it to her to be on a similar page.
Admittedly, this hadn't been his best argument and the safe option was perhaps still the most appealing. Even so, it was worth a try. While he remained on the topic though, he might as well ask a question. Maybe it would help to settle things, even if it wasn't in a way satisfactory for himself.
Logan turned to the strangers. "The gods, are they prone to being a little, uh, melodramatic about these quest things?"
He couldn't say that reaction was entirely unexpected.
"Well." Logan stretched out the word to the point where it became an annoying hum of thoughtfulness. "I'm not proposing we merrily prance away to our deaths. But I suppose I'll lay things out for you if I must. It's understandable if you have a couple of cobwebs in the brain right about now."
Probably not the best way for him to start off, but his impulse control continued to be poor.
Logan took a deep breath. He began to count out the options on his hand as he spoke.
"So, one. We could just lend them a ride. But there's no guarantee that'll come back if this little escapade is so dangerous. And big deal, maybe we can deal without it. I don't blame anybody if they think that's the best choice."
No, he was blaming somebody. Just not to their face.
"Two. We give them a ride and some of us go along. The ride's safe. Well, safer, because we can keep an eye on things. And we can give backup which is sort of important if this isn't just us getting messed with here."
At this point, Logan leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice. "And, well, maybe we can get some answers. I mean, they have our numbers."
"Or three." He drew back and dramatically groaned upon reaching this option. "We could do absolutely nothing and continue twiddling our thumbs. Which if this actually is a big problem, then..." Logan cast his hands out. As he did so, he mimicked the sound of an explosion. "Or whatever's supposed to happen. So take your pick. I know mine."
Having been so caught up in this, it took a while for him to realize where Sigmund had gone. Spotting the keys she had, he smiled. Leave it to her to be on a similar page.
Admittedly, this hadn't been his best argument and the safe option was perhaps still the most appealing. Even so, it was worth a try. While he remained on the topic though, he might as well ask a question. Maybe it would help to settle things, even if it wasn't in a way satisfactory for himself.
Logan turned to the strangers. "The gods, are they prone to being a little, uh, melodramatic about these quest things?"
Atlanta almost snorted at Logan’s question. “Beyond melodramatic,” She said with a nod. “That being said, whenever they threaten the end of the world, that’s usually a fancy way of saying ‘go or we’ll smite you.’ So even if it isn’t all they crack it up to be, it’s still best to do what they say.”
Friday shifted on her feet and glanced at Indiana, who had returned to standing in the background. She couldn’t blame her. Still, she didn’t want to just stand back and watch everyone else do something, so she stepped forward and out of the shadow of the house.
“How dangerous do you think the quest will be?” She asked warily. Her protective instincts wouldn’t let her jut watch the others go into a mission without knowing how difficult it would be.
Theo shrugged. “If things go sour, the gods will usually intervene and try to pull you out of it. Some universal law prevents them from directly interfering, hence why we go on the quests instead, but they can still help.”
He looked completely serious, but Atlanta and Oreo exchanged a glance as if something was off about what he said. The latter cleared his throat. “They don’t always intervene,” he corrected. “Sometimes they just... leave the details of who lives and dies up to you. Even if there isn’t really anything you can do about it.”
Well, that certainly didn’t make Friday feel better. Neither did being smote by the gods, though. At this point, it seemed like she had to choose what she thought was the lesser of two evils. “I’ll go,” She decided, looking over at Logan. “I agree with Logan on this one, even if he isn’t saying his opinions to our face, for once. So I will. Can you think of any good that could possibly come from doing nothing? Even if the world doesn’t end, I don’t want to be killed by divine intervention. I think I’d rather die on a quest than locked up at home.”
The two boys nodded along to her words, although Atlanta seemed to be zoned out for a moment, lost in her thoughts. Oreo tried to do a quick head count. “How many of you are going?” He asked after a moment.
Friday paused, looking around. She couldn’t force anybody to choose a side, but she hoped she wasn’t alone in going with them. “If we get enough people, I can drive the other car,” she offered, noticing Sigmund with the keys.
Atlanta almost snorted at Logan’s question. “Beyond melodramatic,” She said with a nod. “That being said, whenever they threaten the end of the world, that’s usually a fancy way of saying ‘go or we’ll smite you.’ So even if it isn’t all they crack it up to be, it’s still best to do what they say.”
Friday shifted on her feet and glanced at Indiana, who had returned to standing in the background. She couldn’t blame her. Still, she didn’t want to just stand back and watch everyone else do something, so she stepped forward and out of the shadow of the house.
“How dangerous do you think the quest will be?” She asked warily. Her protective instincts wouldn’t let her jut watch the others go into a mission without knowing how difficult it would be.
Theo shrugged. “If things go sour, the gods will usually intervene and try to pull you out of it. Some universal law prevents them from directly interfering, hence why we go on the quests instead, but they can still help.”
He looked completely serious, but Atlanta and Oreo exchanged a glance as if something was off about what he said. The latter cleared his throat. “They don’t always intervene,” he corrected. “Sometimes they just... leave the details of who lives and dies up to you. Even if there isn’t really anything you can do about it.”
Well, that certainly didn’t make Friday feel better. Neither did being smote by the gods, though. At this point, it seemed like she had to choose what she thought was the lesser of two evils. “I’ll go,” She decided, looking over at Logan. “I agree with Logan on this one, even if he isn’t saying his opinions to our face, for once. So I will. Can you think of any good that could possibly come from doing nothing? Even if the world doesn’t end, I don’t want to be killed by divine intervention. I think I’d rather die on a quest than locked up at home.”
The two boys nodded along to her words, although Atlanta seemed to be zoned out for a moment, lost in her thoughts. Oreo tried to do a quick head count. “How many of you are going?” He asked after a moment.
Friday paused, looking around. She couldn’t force anybody to choose a side, but she hoped she wasn’t alone in going with them. “If we get enough people, I can drive the other car,” she offered, noticing Sigmund with the keys.
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Indiana sighed. 'I'll come as well.' she stepped next to Friday, gaze downcast. This was a silly idea, but maybe it would end up half decent. She glanced up at the others, wondering if anyone else would come.
Indiana sighed. 'I'll come as well.' she stepped next to Friday, gaze downcast. This was a silly idea, but maybe it would end up half decent. She glanced up at the others, wondering if anyone else would come.
Fray was definitely going to come along. There was no two ways about it. When someone needed help, he was going to help. Besides, he was curious about this whole thing. Gods, texts to everyone at the same time, mysterious people who just, showed up, crashed in their yard? He had to go. He needed to see how this all played out. More importantly, he needed to make sure his friends remained safe and alright.
"I'm going," he said, turning to Friday. He did not, however, want to drive with that Atlanta woman. She had already crashed a car into a tree, he wasn't getting into an accident himself.
He was happy that most of the others were also coming. He had questions, as they likely also did, that would probably only be answered through actually coming along.
Fray was definitely going to come along. There was no two ways about it. When someone needed help, he was going to help. Besides, he was curious about this whole thing. Gods, texts to everyone at the same time, mysterious people who just, showed up, crashed in their yard? He had to go. He needed to see how this all played out. More importantly, he needed to make sure his friends remained safe and alright.
"I'm going," he said, turning to Friday. He did not, however, want to drive with that Atlanta woman. She had already crashed a car into a tree, he wasn't getting into an accident himself.
He was happy that most of the others were also coming. He had questions, as they likely also did, that would probably only be answered through actually coming along.
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Sigmund nodded at Friday. "Sounds good. Now, new people." She eyed Theo, Oreo and Atlanta. "Which of you wants to come in which car?"
She thought it would be best if she and Friday could split the three between them. That way they'd be outnumbered, just in case. Like Fray, Sigmund wasn't keen to have Atlanta in her car - despite the fact that Sigmund had no intention of letting anyone else near the wheel - but she didn't like the way Theo looked at her and Logan, either.
Sigmund nodded at Friday. "Sounds good. Now, new people." She eyed Theo, Oreo and Atlanta. "Which of you wants to come in which car?"
She thought it would be best if she and Friday could split the three between them. That way they'd be outnumbered, just in case. Like Fray, Sigmund wasn't keen to have Atlanta in her car - despite the fact that Sigmund had no intention of letting anyone else near the wheel - but she didn't like the way Theo looked at her and Logan, either.
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[font=new times roman]Kevin raised his eyebrow and kept his mouth shut, he didn’t want to even interact with these boys. He looked over to Cythina, then back to Logan. Kevin listened to the two of them bicker like children and he couldn’t help but took his eyes. He shifted his weight to the side, “I’ll come with.” Kevin said with a slightly louder tone of voice. An adventure did seem fun, plus he needed to keep his eye on everyone. Most of them act younger than they truly are. Kevin ran his finger through his hair again and straightened his clothes back, knowing he would get them dirty.
Kevin raised his eyebrow and kept his mouth shut, he didn’t want to even interact with these boys. He looked over to Cythina, then back to Logan. Kevin listened to the two of them bicker like children and he couldn’t help but took his eyes. He shifted his weight to the side, “I’ll come with.” Kevin said with a slightly louder tone of voice. An adventure did seem fun, plus he needed to keep his eye on everyone. Most of them act younger than they truly are. Kevin ran his finger through his hair again and straightened his clothes back, knowing he would get them dirty.
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