Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2014 14:58:31 GMT -8
Ariella Rivas wanted to scream. Not out of fear, but out of pure anger. She had been volunteered for a two person team that consisted of herself (obviously) and Seraph Dark. It was a known fact that she and Seraph could not stand each other. Why they were paired with each other, she assumed was some sort of a cruel joke. But they figured having somebody strong, with an attitude of a bitch all of the time, and a healer would make an excellent team.
What were they doing exactly? Well they were patrolling, sort of. It was more like they had to go and visit one of the demigod camps, Ariella & Seraph had been voted to go and check out the Norse demigod camp. The entire time all she could was merely think about how she wanted to murder her fellow demigod, as they made their way to the Norse camp.
Once the two had actually reached the camp, or had gotten close from what the daughter of Ixtlilton could tell, she promptly ditched Seraph to fend for herself. Was it the brightest idea she had ever come up with? No. Did she care? Not one single bit. She was happy to be away from that horrible little witch.
Looking up at the giant ship that merely stood there and looked as if it should be destroyed by now, Ariella gave it a good look over. She was more of an observer than a fighter. A pacifist really. She had honestly never been in an actual fight in her life. She was the healer and she liked it that way. the only knife she even owned was a mushroom knife, a knife for cutting mushrooms out of the ground. It was more for show really, for her to act as if she knew what she was doing.
Placing her hand gently on the ship, fearing that it crumble with her touch, Ariella looked it over more carefully. There were doodles and drawings all over the damn ship. Was this something that the Norse gods had done? Or was this the work of a bored camper? "Man the Norse are weird" she mumbled to herself.
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TAGGED:; Caspian Jarvis
NOTES:; Enjoy!