[a mistake on the part of nature]
The scenery might have changed, but Thalia wasn't about to lose focus.
No seemingly magical island could take that away from her. The war might be back on Manhattan while she was not, but when she got back she was not about to be out of practice. No ifs, just whens. It was only a matter of time.
She had never been a big believer in waiting for the gods to deliver her. Ignored by them for most of her life and at risk because of them, she had done her duty with pride and honor but asking for saving was not going to happen.
Still a bit jumpy and on edge, she had swiped a few bandages from the clinic in the Compound before wandering down to the kitchen. Something about this place was messing with her in a way that she didn't like. Gone was her calm, gone was the lack of aches and pains apart from the big ones.
She was on edge and worse than that, she was sore in a way that felt like she had been trampled by a herd of centaurs.
Her shield left in the care of Annabeth's hut, she filled a bowl with piping hot water and set it in front of her next to a muffin that had been carefully swiped from one of the cooling racks. Thalia wasn't a child. She hadn't been one in longer than she could remember and there was no way that she was going to find a doctor to get her wounds looked at. They were minor at best and slow as it was, they were healing.
Sliding her leather jacket off her shoulders, she pulled her hunting knives out of their holsters and set them on the table. Always within reach, but out of the way as she tended to the scrapes on her arm. Wincing, she pulled faces at the sharp pains that shot up her forearm the moment she touched the wet rag to it.
"Gods, of all the things to lose why did it have to be the useful one?" she muttered as she examined the clean wound. "I could really go for being whole right about now. Or two hours ago, actually."
Talking to herself was now doubly useless as there were no gods to appear and prove their existence by healing her ills. Not that she needed them, she just wished that they could make everyone else who wandered in and out of the room not think she was a lunatic. That was the last thing she needed right then.
[ooc: timed to about mid-morning, come meet a demigoddess in a tiara. open to any & all as she is brand shiny new. tags welcome through sunday.]
No seemingly magical island could take that away from her. The war might be back on Manhattan while she was not, but when she got back she was not about to be out of practice. No ifs, just whens. It was only a matter of time.
She had never been a big believer in waiting for the gods to deliver her. Ignored by them for most of her life and at risk because of them, she had done her duty with pride and honor but asking for saving was not going to happen.
Still a bit jumpy and on edge, she had swiped a few bandages from the clinic in the Compound before wandering down to the kitchen. Something about this place was messing with her in a way that she didn't like. Gone was her calm, gone was the lack of aches and pains apart from the big ones.
She was on edge and worse than that, she was sore in a way that felt like she had been trampled by a herd of centaurs.
Her shield left in the care of Annabeth's hut, she filled a bowl with piping hot water and set it in front of her next to a muffin that had been carefully swiped from one of the cooling racks. Thalia wasn't a child. She hadn't been one in longer than she could remember and there was no way that she was going to find a doctor to get her wounds looked at. They were minor at best and slow as it was, they were healing.
Sliding her leather jacket off her shoulders, she pulled her hunting knives out of their holsters and set them on the table. Always within reach, but out of the way as she tended to the scrapes on her arm. Wincing, she pulled faces at the sharp pains that shot up her forearm the moment she touched the wet rag to it.
"Gods, of all the things to lose why did it have to be the useful one?" she muttered as she examined the clean wound. "I could really go for being whole right about now. Or two hours ago, actually."
Talking to herself was now doubly useless as there were no gods to appear and prove their existence by healing her ills. Not that she needed them, she just wished that they could make everyone else who wandered in and out of the room not think she was a lunatic. That was the last thing she needed right then.
[ooc: timed to about mid-morning, come meet a demigoddess in a tiara. open to any & all as she is brand shiny new. tags welcome through sunday.]