Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2013 21:41:36 GMT -5
Okay, these tedious senate meetings were such a pain in the ass. Mars had never been a fan of the senate meetings, nor was he a fan of sitting on the thrones in the throne room of Mt. Olympus. Why did he feel compelled to attend such meetings? Because these were his children. The children of Rome were his children and he would do whatever it took to fight for them. There was something a foot, Mercury had been spouting off at the mouth, erring on the side of caution that an ancient and evil enemy was up to something, Mars never took that sneak thief’s spouting for much. He was the god of Lies after all, so why believe anything that he said. But none the less, Mars was sitting in the back row of the senate hall, watching the politics debate back and forth. His daughter, Charlie, looked like she was ready to strangle one of those pacifists that was telling the senate that nothing was wrong. Mars worried about Remus, the boy looked tired, though nothing could be farther from the truth of this particular god of war being proud of his son. He had no time for these tedious debates, the real romans settled their problems on the field of battle.
Mars stood up, brushing off his black jeans, and turned, walking out of the senate meeting. He would probably need to walk around the place, get a feel for it. Though it hadn’t been THAT long since he had been at camp. It had been only a month or so, but that was more recent than some of the others could say. Drop your kids off and hope they survive? No that’s not how it worked. Charlie might have thought of him as a hard ass right now, but she would be grateful for his gruff and tough love in the future. Did he like the fact that she was with another god? No, he detested the fact that she loved someone who was immortal. Mars had made Mors’s life a living hell. That’s what he had been aiming for at any rate. Drop a couple of bombs on some insurgents, fun was had and Mors got a headache, problem solved. He would have to have a nice and stern talking to if she continued to be delusional in thinking that she really loved and cared for that wimpy wuss of a god. Mars would never admit it, but he knew that his kids deserved better than gods for mates. He knew what they were like and he would never think to subject them to such torture. Other gods kids, yeah free game, not his children.
He was starting to have one of those manly urges, you know to kill something or to go start another civil war in Africa. No, he couldn’t leave this place. Not till he was sure of what was going on here. Mars snapped his fingers, a bottle of water appeared in his hands so he could take a long and cooling drink. Sure there were some of these little snot nosed politicians that he wanted to turn into a smoldering grease spot on the pavement, but now was not the time to act rashly. He was much smarter than that. Even he could agree that the Roman knew how to put pain in the ass goddesses like Minerva in their places. He crossed his arms and leaned against the pillars as he watched the people walk through the senate halls back and forth like scurrying little rats. Politics, he thought with a sneer.
Mars stood up, brushing off his black jeans, and turned, walking out of the senate meeting. He would probably need to walk around the place, get a feel for it. Though it hadn’t been THAT long since he had been at camp. It had been only a month or so, but that was more recent than some of the others could say. Drop your kids off and hope they survive? No that’s not how it worked. Charlie might have thought of him as a hard ass right now, but she would be grateful for his gruff and tough love in the future. Did he like the fact that she was with another god? No, he detested the fact that she loved someone who was immortal. Mars had made Mors’s life a living hell. That’s what he had been aiming for at any rate. Drop a couple of bombs on some insurgents, fun was had and Mors got a headache, problem solved. He would have to have a nice and stern talking to if she continued to be delusional in thinking that she really loved and cared for that wimpy wuss of a god. Mars would never admit it, but he knew that his kids deserved better than gods for mates. He knew what they were like and he would never think to subject them to such torture. Other gods kids, yeah free game, not his children.
He was starting to have one of those manly urges, you know to kill something or to go start another civil war in Africa. No, he couldn’t leave this place. Not till he was sure of what was going on here. Mars snapped his fingers, a bottle of water appeared in his hands so he could take a long and cooling drink. Sure there were some of these little snot nosed politicians that he wanted to turn into a smoldering grease spot on the pavement, but now was not the time to act rashly. He was much smarter than that. Even he could agree that the Roman knew how to put pain in the ass goddesses like Minerva in their places. He crossed his arms and leaned against the pillars as he watched the people walk through the senate halls back and forth like scurrying little rats. Politics, he thought with a sneer.