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Post by Briony Lewis on Dec 20, 2011 21:38:27 GMT -7
It had taken her almost a month, but Brie had finally convinced Nico to take her along for a shadow trip so she could start to learn how to do it herself. Children of Hermes didn’t quite travel by shadow, but they did have the ability of traveling- if only Brie could figure out how to do it. She had managed to move an inch, but only an inch- and she wasn’t sure she had truly done it, either- she had been staring so hard at the ground at the time it could have been her eyes crossing. Needless to say, it wasn’t the sort of travel Brie had in mind, and winged sandals could only get her so far. They had made plans to leave the camp, but Nico had never told her where they were going. Brie had offered several different options- Los Angeles, where his father was; New York to watch all the drunk people party (and partake in the festivities as well,); Greece, where she had summered, but he had turned them all down. Since he was the one, for lack of a better time, driving them, she knew that he got the final say, but she had to admit, not knowing what to dress for bothered her a bit. Also knowing that she had a sudden interest in what she was wearing drove her a little crazy, too- Brie had never been one of those girls. Still, she had spent a long time getting dressed that afternoon, finally deigning to stoop down enough to borrow a skirt from one of her “sisters.” She looked festive enough, and still enough like herself, to finally leave after shoving her feet in her tennis shoes (who knew what kind of monsters she might run into, or where Nico was taking her?) She shoved her hands in the pockets of her jacket and headed to Hades cabin, knowing she was a few minutes late. She arrived and didn’t bother knocking, letting herself in. “Hey. Sorry I’m late.” outfit: HEREFallout - Marianas Trench |
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Post by Nico di Angelo on Dec 21, 2011 20:52:53 GMT -7
 She won't ever get enough Once she gets a little touch
Surprises weren't really Nico's forte. At least, not surprises that weren't meant to kill or seriously injure. So when Brie had asked him to take her somewhere via shadow hopping, he had been against it. When Brie finally convinced him, Nico agreed but he got to pick where they were going. That was where his disability in surprises came into play. He didn't know where to go. Well, no, he knew where to go but he was afraid his brunette friend would hate him for it. He didn't know the specifics but he knew Brie wasn't fond of her hometown. That was where Nico wanted to take her.
After much debate with himself, he decided to just say screw it and take her to New Orleans. The thirty-first seemed to be emulating the Flash because the next thing Nico knew, it was time for him and Brie to set off. The only problem he had was that the girl was late. Nico had dressed up (as much as he could with his limited wardrobe) and now the girl in question was late. He almost changed his outfit to something normal for him just to make a point but decided against it. To pass the time, he simply laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He vaguely wondered what Lilly was doing tonight or even his father.
It seemed like eternity before Brie showed up, not knocking. The only reason he knew she was there was because she spoke, apologizing for being late.
"Uh-huh," he drawled as he sat up, rolling his eyes. He stood from his bed and looked at the girl, surprised to see his friend in a skirt. How odd. It was a sight Nico never expected to see. He stared for a second longer before clearing his throat. "Whatever. You ready to go? I'm done with being here for tonight."
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Post by Briony Lewis on Dec 22, 2011 15:14:02 GMT -7
”Uh huh.”
Brie raised her brows at his tone, resisting the childish urge to give him a playful push. She watched his face as he looked her over, barely containing a blush, but was happy that he didn’t actually comment on her outfit. Yes, if she wanted to be technical, it was for his benefit, but at the same time, Brie didn’t quite want to draw that much attention to herself just yet. Her feelings for Nico had certainly changed since she had met him a year ago, but Brie wasn’t quite sure what they had evolved to; something more than sisterly affection, but not quite head over heels in love. She scrunched her nose. These sorts of concerns were for other girls, not her.
"Whatever. You ready to go? I'm done with being here for tonight."
The comment made the brunette perk up, and she flashed him a rare winning smile. “Yeah, come on.” She linked her arm in his, in a surprisingly good mood at the prospect of getting away from camp and coming one step closer to learning her ultimate goal, teleportation. As they walked outside, she looked up at the stars, the day quickly fading. “Where are we going?” She prodded curiously. He’d been surprisingly mum on the subject, and Brie wondered what he was thinking. If the choice had been up to her, she would have taken him to Necraomanteion, the ruins of the temple built to Hades and Persephone that she had visited in Greece. She had left a small token to the god while she had been there, a prayer on her part to make it back to Nico in one piece. It had been the last stop on her trip before she finally admitted she had to return home, that there were people waiting for her. Most importantly, Nico had been waiting for her, whether he wanted to admit it in so many words or not.
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Post by Nico di Angelo on Jan 2, 2012 18:02:58 GMT -7
She won't ever get enough Once she gets a little touch
Nico's heart stuttered when Brie smiled at him and he mentally scolded himself for the feelings, not really understanding what made his heart skip those couple of beats. Nico nodded mutely down at the brunette when she linked her arm through his and they made their way outside. He repressed a smile when Brie asked where they were going.
"Where are we going?" he asked aloud, his tone thoughtful. "You know, I haven't decided yet." This was, of course, a complete and utter lie but he wasn't going to actually admit that he was lying. He wanted to surprise the nosey girl and if he had to say stupid things, then by Zeus he was going to say stupid things to avoid the actual topic of their destination. "I was thinking maybe Mount Olympus, perhaps the Garden of the Gods? Not too sure, Brie." The son of Hades glanced around the area, trying to find a shadow that he thought would sut his purposes best.
It wasn't every day that Nico shadow travelled with more than one person. The last time he did was with Percy and he'd been so freaking tired afterward that he had had trouble standing up. It had been a while since then and Nico could only hope that his stamina was better than before. He swallowed and did another glance before jerking Brie off to a rather large shadow.
"This one," he muttered, stepping into it. He pulled the smaller girl against his chest and stared down at her, his eyes glittering in the shadows. He missed this and the thrill of the jump would be great. "Are you ready?" he asked quietly. He waited a beat and squeezed his eyes shut, his cold fingers curling around Brie's arms tightly. Father, he prayed mentally, make this easy. With that, Nico pulled Brie with him into the shadows. He peered through the shadows and kept his companion close to him and set off quickly through the shadows, following his instincts to where he wanted to go. It took about two minutes for Nico to find the exit he wanted and he dove out ungracefully, surprised that he managed to keep his balance. His grip tightened on Brie as he scrambled for his footing and when he was sure he had his footing, Nico gently let go of Brie. He took a step back from her and dusted off his pants. "Well?" he asked, looking around. "Yes, no?" They had landed in New Orleans and Nico only hoped Brie didn't hate him for it.
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Post by Briony Lewis on Jan 9, 2012 15:59:45 GMT -7
"Where are we going? You know, I haven't decided yet."
Brie looked at him sideways, wondering if he were lying. It was hard to tell with Nico, in all honesty- unless he was emotionally involved, his careful monotone could hold a myriad of meanings. “Uh huh,” she replied noncommittally.
"I was thinking maybe Mount Olympus, perhaps the Garden of the Gods? Not too sure, Brie."
“Sounds fun,” Brie had never been to Mount Olympus, having not been a part of the war with the Titans. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the idea of going, either- she was sure it was beautiful, but her limited experience with the gods had been a mixed bag. She wasn’t sure she wanted to give them the advantage of home turf when they decided to try and smite her. Instead, she focused her attention on watching where Nico was leading them, wondering what made for a “good” or “bad” shadow. She knew that shadow travelling was a bit different than the teleportation she wanted to learn, but not by much, and it would be best to take notes and weed out what she didn’t need later.
She nearly stumbled as he jerked her suddenly, but she caught herself, not saying anything about it.
”This one. Are you ready?”
Brie nodded, distracted by being pulled so close to him. She resisted the urge to throw her arms around him and hold on for dear life, but instead she lightly positioned them around his waist, still looking up at him. Her expression was indecipherable, but her heart was pounding. Unlike him, she didn’t shut her eyes until the very last moment- wanting to take in everything, but soon it simply became too strange for her to keep them open. This wasn’t a sort of world that a daughter of Hermes was meant to wander into, god of travelers or not. Instead, she trusted Nico not to leave her, and let him lead her through the shadows.
”Well?”
Brie had barely realized they had stopped for good when she heard his voice and felt him let go of her. Her stomach was lurching unpleasantly, and it took her a minute for her to gain control of her balance before she opened her eyes. She recognized that smell… Beignets. Where the hell were they that she could smell beignets? And… The Mississippi? He didn’t!
”Yes, no?”
“Nouvelle Orleans,” she muttered, the Cajun French tripping off her tongue as she turned to face him. She looked neither angry nor sad, but definitely surprised. Her face was the color of paper, and she turned in a slow circle, looking at the tombstones of St. Louis cemetery number one. “You brought me home.” She stared at the X’s on Marie Laveau’s tomb, remembering all the water. It was everywhere, inescapable, taking over everything until it was unrecognizable. But there was no water now. Just her, and some dead people, and Nico. Shaking herself out of it, she went to him, searching his face. “Are you all right?”
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