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Post by DANNA on Feb 16, 2011 17:13:04 GMT -5
No one was supposed to know the plan…No one really. Only those Danna trusted greatly received that privilege, and so far it was just Jesse…Or had been.
It had been strange, how it all happened. In the weeks following the Valentine’s Day Ball, she had been more in touch with her son Christian, at least. They had spoken of the whole ordeal with Hades and Ares showing up and gone from there. In the beginning, the plan had been to fool Christian and Azrael into thinking she cared for them, that she was an innocent doing what was right and just to get their loyalties. But with Christian, getting to know him, Danna finally decided to inform him of the truth. Danna was certain she could trust him, and was more than confident she could deal with him if he didn’t. It wasn’t as if anyone would believe him or even take her seriously, at any rate.
Naturally after informing him of her plan, he had been eager to help the cause, eager enough to let her train him. It would be interesting, to say the least. She was a goddess who had been training under Ares her entire life, and he was a demigod, a sixteen year old boy. Danna would have to be careful with him, she thought with a frown, but she was somewhat excited. It wasn’t often she got to kick someone else’s ass like this. It was often she got to be the trainer. And it was nice to have someone else in on the plan, someone eager to help out her cause. Despite being her offspring, Christian Davek wasn’t so bad, she thought. He was oddly loyal to her so far in a way she enjoyed. He did about anything she asked and spent a lot more time with her…One could almost call him a momma’s boy. Strange, considering she had hardly known him at all, had wanted to abort him the moment she found out he existed. But now she was sort of grateful the goddesses of childbirth had interfered.
Standing in her basement, Danna examined the swords and knives and other weaponry she was considering. He could use a regular metal sword, so he, at least, couldn’t hurt her. And she could use the celestial bronze, considering no matter what sword she used he’d get hurt. Such a pity for demigods, to be hurt so easily by both mortal and immortal means. Danna would be sure not to cause any lethal injuries. She did need him and even enjoyed his company nowadays. Hearing a knock on the basement door and it creaking open, she slowly turned around and leaned against the table, a smirk playing on her lips as her son came into view.
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Post by CHRISTIAN DAVEK on Feb 19, 2011 10:19:20 GMT -5
  Life wasn’t so bad, after all, Christian Davek decided. He felt a sudden urge of pride and excitement as the cab pulled up to the gorgeous home his mother owned in Manhattan, one of very few actual houses instead of just apartment complexes or such things. He straightened his sports coat and paid the driver before heading up to the front door. Who needed friends? Who needed to be dragged down my emotions? The Valentine’s Day Ball and its after party had opened his eyes well enough and ever since his relationship with his mother had been improving…Strange, but true. They had begun talking more when randomly running into one another at the Manhattan Mall. He had bought her lunch and the two had spent the remainder of the afternoon together and ever since they had been talking. And not too long ago, his mother shared a particular secret of hers that made him feel very smug just knowing. It was a big secret, one he was determined to keep for her. Yes, why have lying and interfering friends or suffer the pain and humiliation of love when you had your mother? Perhaps Christian hadn’t known her his whole life, but he felt a connection there, a very nice one. What he had learned about his mother these past few weeks made it easy to warm up to her. Sure, the nicer her had been fine and all, but learning the truth and seeing with his own eyes what she was capable of, he was in awe. He would never forget the day he slept over, waking up to the noises of her torturing someone…That was when it all really came to light. Christian walked right into the house, knowing he was supposed to, and headed straight downstairs. He had an idea of what he was in for…Training with Danna. He was going to get his ass kicked, but that was just fine. As long as he was of some use to her, it didn’t matter much. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] tagged for namehere with wordcounthere words. i am wearing this and listening to hookmeup-theveronicas
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Post by DANNA on Feb 19, 2011 10:40:24 GMT -5
Training would at least be interesting. Danna had the advantage of her experience, and she was lucky she would be training someone extraordinarily inferior to her. Her stomach was huge, or at least it felt like it…A bit bigger than someone at four and a half months should be, mainly because she was carrying twins (as she had found out days ago). That was part of the reason she was so excited about this because the fact that she was having two babies instead of one was frustrating and all she needed was a good way to vent. And venting while training her son was a good way of hitting two birds with one stone. She watched him descend the staircase, her arms folded loosely over the top of her round stomach. He gave a small, polite bow that made her smirk. She was pleased, of course, with the sheer amount of respect and adoration Christian showed…A lot more dutiful and understanding of her prowess than many people. So young, but already so smart.
“I understand you go through a lot of training at Camp Half Blood,” Danna began, tossing him the sword of regular metal while she gripped the one made of celestial bronze. Christian caught it…He fumbled with it for a moment, but caught it. Yes, they did have work to do. “You learn how to fly pegasi and make weapons and swordfight. I must admit, they do train well. They had a good number of heroes survive during the war. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase and all of those little goody-two-shoes morons did well enough. I don’t doubt you’ve learned a good bit already,” she said, stepping forward slowly. Danna noticed the change in his eyes, the certain awareness and suspicion. Clever boy.
“Weapons are fine and all, and you’ll succeed with them. Your grandfather is the god of war,” she said with a small smile. “But it’s more than just skill with a weapon we have to work on. More physical combat will probably be easier, hand to hand instead of using swords or knives or the such. The most important thing you should already be talented in, is mind games. Mental strength is just as important, if not more so, than physical. You have to learn how to use the two together, though. And you have to make sure you are good enough to not let other people attempting the same to get to you. What people say to hurt you, forget it. They’re wrong. What people say to anger you, work to your advantage. There is a certain power given in passion, and while it makes them feel as if they have the upper hand, they’re usually the ones that get stomped into dust,” she assured him, swinging her sword at him, grinning as he slapped his up to clang against hers, the swords locked creating an X between them. “Good,” she praised, stepping back and letting her sword fall to her side.
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Post by JESSE on Feb 20, 2011 22:04:47 GMT -5
 
Jesse was growing bored.
It was nice, he supposed, to actually be bored for once. To have absolutely nothing going on, nothing at the forefront of his mind to be concerned about, just nothing. For the first month or so that Jesse had spent with Danna on Earth, he had always slept with one eye open, so to speak. Ares wanted him and the babies dead, that much was for sure, but at least the god of war would probably enter with a flash and a bang, roaring up on a motorcycle and crashing through the kitchen window or something. But Jesse's own father was very different. Jesse would never have let Danna know it, but for that first month, he had been always cautious, always watching, especially at night. Hades would not break through a window and make himself known. No, he would materialize from the shadows, silent as he began his attack. Every shadow that had moved or appeared to move had caught Jesse's attention. Every suspicious sound in the night woke him. It was beginning to drive him mad, but fortunately Jesse was smart enough to realize that that was exactly what Hades wanted.
Hades wanted him to go crazy, to be overprotective of himself, of Danna, of the whole house. Hades didn't need to actually attack when just Jesse's thoughts of him attacking were already taking a toll. After coming to that conclusion, Jesse had taken steps to find himself a happy medium; a balance between caution and comfort. The incident at the Valentine's Ball was unnerving, but relieving in that it was the first time he had seen Hades since Danna's exile. Ares had shown up as well, and eventually it had become too much for Jesse. He walked away, and while he was smart about where he went, he was still surprised that Hades hadn't followed him. He and Danna had gotten on a boat and came back home to a peaceful night together, with no further interruptions. In hindsight, it had been easy... far too easy. And Jesse couldn't suppress the feeling that his father was planning something big.
Where was Danna? Jesse hadn't seen her in a little while. Granted, he had been outside with Laertes and the others, but still... Jesse sighed and glanced at his favored pet, stroking the tawny feathers on his great head before leading him back to his enclosure. Once the griffin was secure, Jesse jogged towards the house. It was only the middle of the afternoon, but who knew. Maybe Danna would like to take a relaxing bath together, or go up to Sonic or something. She had been craving Sonic burgers a lot during her pregnancy, Jesse had noticed. Personally, he was getting a little tired of it, but that was the least of his troubles and he didn't mind too much.
"Danna?" Jesse called as he entered the house, finding her nowhere. He was just jogging up the stairs when he heard voices from the basement. Jesse listened for a moment, then turned and came back down the few stairs he had climbed. He descended the basement stairs softly, not wanting to disturb anything until he knew what was going on.
What he found surprised him. Danna was there, holding a sword, facing off against her son, Christian. Jesse grinned and stepped down a bit more to see better, out of the darkness of the upper half of the flight of stairs. He leaned casually against the wall, content to watch and not to disturb, especially when Danna suddenly attacked. Christian blocked beautifully, resulting in a satisfying clash of their swords. Not nearly so satisfying as the show Danna was giving.
Perhaps some would find it a bit ridiculous - a pregnant woman in a swordfight with her teenaged son. Jesse, however, found it incredibly sexy. It was hard not to find Danna sexy period, especially for Jesse, but there was something about this... something about her fighting, training, doing what she loved while her golden hair was pulled back and her shirt rode up just a bit over her rounded stomach... It was beautiful. Unique, for certain, but all the more gorgeous. Danna thought the twins were making her fat, but the changes her body was going through were magnificent to Jesse. And perhaps she thought she wouldn't be able to do as much while pregnant, but she didn't let that stop her. That only added to the beauty of everything. And more often than not Jesse was certain without a doubt that Danna was one hundred times more beautiful than Aphrodite herself.
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