Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2013 17:41:52 GMT -5
Mercury hadn’t had time off in well…. A few years. Mercury sighed as he passed off a few of his last deliveries to a wind spirit that had been floating around, bored, and looking for something to do. So after finding that unsuspecting spirit, Mercury had a few hours off till tomorrow. So here was Olympus. He had been hanging out around Camp Jupiter for a few days. He didn’t mind checking in on his kids and grandkids from time to time. They called him a hard ass, but he had the camps best interests at heart. Or at least that’s what he generally thought. He tried to keep his fingers on the pulse of the economy of New Rome and did his best to generally help push it forward. He loved his romans, he loved the mortals, the people, and everything about being around the mortals was fun. It was cooler to be down on earth then up on Olympus with some of the stuffed shirt divines that called this place home. If he had to listen to Mars gripe about that whole renaissance debacle one more time, Mercury would probably steal the idiot god of war’s favorite weapon. Of course Mercury was having issues keeping his hands to himself. Whether it was a rather exquisite looking coin purse on Vulcan or a gorgeous nymph that was serving Minerva some drinks, it took a lot of self-control for the mischief maker to not start anything.
Mercury wasn’t dressed like the usual divine that you could find up here on the 600th floor of the Empire state building. Jeans, a half buttoned up shirt, a pair of leather boots and a fedora adorned this particular god. Mercury stretched out on one of the fainting couches that lined the golden streets. A few wind spirits greeted the god like he was one of them. Mercury got along with most people, divine or otherwise. Okay except for Mars, but it seemed that only Venus could get along with that blockhead. Mercury purchased a few things for some of his kids and grandkids and a few of his favorite semi-divines down in Camp. He even got something for that socially awkward little forge boy. Though his gift would probably go un-opened and left to gather dust, the forge boy, Edmund, was wary of gods. The boy had a good reason and Mars and Diana were not helping the fact. They didn’t know how to act around mortals and they didn’t realize that the gods needed the mortals. Mercury lowered the fedora over his eyes as he continued to stretch out. He let out a sigh of contentment. It was a good deal of fun to watch and size up some marks that were more likely to turn you into a bug when you pinched their purse.
The random Faun walked by, bumming some change off of a nearby dryad, Mercury preferred the satyrs of the greeks to the fauns of the romans, but that was an opinion a few other he had spoken to had, at least they were of the same mind. He felt they should be doing something other than begging for change or some Styrofoam cups for a snack. Mercury sighed; he would have to talk to Pan or Bacchus about that. Pan might have been his son, but all fauns/satyrs loved him. Of course they also loved Bacchus too, but after all, they were his grandkids. Despite the fact he had the hat covering his eye, he had a sliver of vision in case someone wanted to sneak up on him. Many tried; they all failed at the challenge. Mercury was just waiting to see who would try to sneak up on him today.
Mercury wasn’t dressed like the usual divine that you could find up here on the 600th floor of the Empire state building. Jeans, a half buttoned up shirt, a pair of leather boots and a fedora adorned this particular god. Mercury stretched out on one of the fainting couches that lined the golden streets. A few wind spirits greeted the god like he was one of them. Mercury got along with most people, divine or otherwise. Okay except for Mars, but it seemed that only Venus could get along with that blockhead. Mercury purchased a few things for some of his kids and grandkids and a few of his favorite semi-divines down in Camp. He even got something for that socially awkward little forge boy. Though his gift would probably go un-opened and left to gather dust, the forge boy, Edmund, was wary of gods. The boy had a good reason and Mars and Diana were not helping the fact. They didn’t know how to act around mortals and they didn’t realize that the gods needed the mortals. Mercury lowered the fedora over his eyes as he continued to stretch out. He let out a sigh of contentment. It was a good deal of fun to watch and size up some marks that were more likely to turn you into a bug when you pinched their purse.
The random Faun walked by, bumming some change off of a nearby dryad, Mercury preferred the satyrs of the greeks to the fauns of the romans, but that was an opinion a few other he had spoken to had, at least they were of the same mind. He felt they should be doing something other than begging for change or some Styrofoam cups for a snack. Mercury sighed; he would have to talk to Pan or Bacchus about that. Pan might have been his son, but all fauns/satyrs loved him. Of course they also loved Bacchus too, but after all, they were his grandkids. Despite the fact he had the hat covering his eye, he had a sliver of vision in case someone wanted to sneak up on him. Many tried; they all failed at the challenge. Mercury was just waiting to see who would try to sneak up on him today.