ROLEPLAY HQ - making-of-gods

09:55

It wasn’t the first time she had heard them. The voices. They called themselves the fates and they claimed to hold the claim to the future. If you asked her, they were pricks. Always appeared claiming the world was going to end and telling her what to do. Go kill this. Fight this beast. Hey Kelani, mind risking your life again? We thought you might feel better about yourself if you came back from the brink of death. We find it to be revitalizing. Now it’s time for another adventure. Pricks. Who the hell asked you? The first time she heard them was when she was young, most likely around the age of 12. They had urged her to find him, a man called the Menehune. A man of myths, the Menehune’s true name was Makoa and he referred to his kind as Allies of the Gods. Spirits that were neither Gods nor Monsters, spirits from the godly realm that existed and often acted to assist the mortal realm. Oftentimes they handled small tasks, inspiring mankind to create new things like the Muses or leading the misguided to their destinations like the Will’O’Wisps or Pinkets as they preferred to be called. Menehune were a polynesian spirit that handled crafting.

09:55

Makoa’s duty was to train her. Well, apparently that was what Pele had asked of him apparently. By the way, it turned out that Pele was her mother. First she had heard of that. She had been raised by a single father who worked his ass off to afford and sustain their lifestyle. If she had known that she had a goddess for a mother she sure as hell would have asked for some freaking child support. She didn’t need a personal trainer, she needed money so that her father didn’t have to work overtime at the resort. Nonetheless, apparently she needed to train in the rare case that a monster ever attacked her. Apparently they liked the taste of demigods. Makoa explained that through eating demigods, beasts could gain godly powers, that meant that demigods were pretty tasty snacks. She assumed she tasted like a burnt potato chip. Not worth eating. But perhaps it would be nice to know how to survive a hurdling beast that was hangry for demigod flesh. It was a year before her training was over. Let’s just call it a glow up. She never technically stopped training after that either, after all, Makoa often visited to make sure that she wasn’t out of shape. By the time that Kelani was 16, they called on her again. The first time it was to see if she could travel to upstate to New York to kill a raging hell hound that was eating small children, cats and dogs. When she was 17 it was a Sphynx that was trapping children in the hedges in London parks. 18, an onii in Japan that was being mistaken for a serial killer. It was yearly at this point, it was like that family member who only called once a year to wish you a happy birthday and ask if you would mind lending them some money on the off chance.

09:56

“No. I’m out.” She was sure they were listening. Kelani had never once seen the Fates. They were just a voice she heard repeatedly. It was a scary voice too, the eerie kind that seemed to echo and rattle your head. “I’m not doing it this year. Call someone else this time. I’m sick of your tasks. I’m going surfing this year, an entire tour through the islands. No one will bother me. No hell hounds, no sphinxes, no fucking demons, I am out. And no, you better as hell not sick some sea dragon on me for rejecting you.” “Call up another demigod this time? Don’t you guys have another guy for this kind of bullshit? I’m sure there are plenty of others. I don’t even have the funding to take another flight across the world.” Daughter of Pele, silence at once. “Nah I’m good.” She shrugged, flopping onto the bed in the back of her van. “Actually, I’d like to hang up this time. Please get out of my head.” Your impudence is frowned upon, child. “Cry about it.”

09:57

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The mouthful of cold water was refreshing as it flooded down his throat, but Adrian knew that such a respite was short-lived. The sun baked down on his back as he leaned forward against the rim of the well, and the man could already hear the scraping of steel behind him. Reaching down and taking hold of the handle of his kopis where it was settled on the edge, he turned quickly and brought his shield up to guard himself. The sword in his hand had a forward-curving blade meant for chopping, but still had a false edge on the backside of the point that made it suitable for thrusts. He worked his fingers on the leather grip, feeling the knuckle guard that ran in line with the blade and protected his hand. Adrian’s circular shield, an aspis measuring three feet wide and covered in a sheet of hardened steel, was held aloft to protect from the barrage of missiles that he knew would be coming at any moment. Hearing the soft whistling of the bolts' fletching in the wind, he crouched and raised his shield over his head to block the incoming threat. Listening to the hard clanging sounds of the arrows bouncing off helplessly, Adrian looked up and snarled as he saw three steel automatons walking towards him with crossbows in their mechanical hands. The crossbows continued to spew their bolts forward, changing their angle as they got closer to shoot at Adrian more directly. He lowered his shield in reaction to the new trajectory and pushed up from his crouched position. Sprinting with the shield held high and at an angle to deflect the bolts over his head, Adrian kept his path changing in an erratic serpentine pattern to throw off his enemies’ aim. Standing at six foot six inches, Adrian provided a large target for them, but he kept his feet moving at a speed that would be unexpected to any onlooker. However, Iapetos knew the youth’s capabilities of speed and strength and had adjusted the automaton’s accuracy and targeting suites to make up for his abilities. .