Post by Shepard on Apr 14, 2014 16:34:41 GMT -5
“Actions are the seed of fate deeds grow into destiny.” - Harry S. Truman
POV: Kenneth Turner
Kenneth was walking around the camp, getting his bearings of the entire place. It didn't look heavily fortified if an attack was launched against it. There was no defense really if you didn't count the one dragon and the barrier, but Ken made it through the barrier with little more than a smoking hunk of metal scrap. Speaking of that, Ken remembered what he was supposed to be doing: fixing the damage he had done. Ken was carrying a box full of tools and whatever spray he could find from the Cer-... Demeter cabin. He had hoped that he could he could conjure up something to prevent more trees from falling over. He planned to use the several sprays as a sort of healing residue for the burned trees. He didn't have to do this, the Venti were the reason for the catastrophic damage. But Ken felt responsible, if he could of made better defenses he could of prevented the entire ordeal. If he didn't help it would be unfair, and that just wouldn't be right.
Ken walked through the forest, and made it to the worst looking tree he could find that was still inside the barrier Bacchus had made. Not Bacchus, Dio-nice-us. He thought that was how it was pronounced. Ken walked up to the tree, and put down the boxes of tools he had brought with him. Taking out a spray bottle, Ken sprayed the burn marks on the tree. The liquid turned into a thick cream that sort of resembled mortar that you'd put on bricks. After that was done, he dug around in the toolbox and whipped out a trowel. He used it to spread the substance all over burned spots that covered the tree. After spreading the substance equally, Ken packed up his things and sat down on a nearby tree stump. In about thirty minutes, the tree would look good as new, hopefully. Ken had never done this kind of thing before, so if it didn't work on the first tree he would stop and try finding something else that would help the trees.
With time to kill Ken fished around in his back pocket and brought out a pack of cigarettes, rightfully labeled as 'Hades Huff.' His mom had always smoked this brand, and after she died Ken picked up smoking. It never bothered him, but people always gave him odd looks in public, but he didn't care. They told him the cigarettes smelled like death, but Ken smelt nothing out of the ordinary. He lifted his left hand, which had a glove on it. In the middle of the glove was a circular hole that had steel surrounding it. It looked very steampunkish, with wires here and there and metal decorating it. Ken brought it up to his mouth and lit his own hand on fire. Thanks to his demigod powers, Ken never needed a lighter. The glove he wore condensed the flame so it was little more than a birthday candle sized flame. His cigarette lit up, and he began inhaling and exhaling the smoke. Ken never took the cigarette out of his mouth when he exhaled, so it was always in his mouth. Ken put his hand back down onto the stump, and after a few seconds he smelled burning. It wasn't the cigarette, it was where Ken was sitting. Jumping up, Ken saw flames going down the moss of the stump into what looked like a makeshift garden. Ken tried to save the remaining plants in there, so he stomped out most of the flames and snuffed the fire using his leather jacket he had taken off. That meant Ken was only wearing an undershirt now, but the flames never bothered him. After a minute or so, the flames were gone. Ken looked down at his glove, and noticed that there was a wire loose, which was preventing the flames from condensing. Ken must of gotten angry thinking about his mom, and his hand must of stayed lit when he put it back down, which caused the fire to start. Thanks to his anger he had now covered his jeans, leather jacket, wife beater, face, hair, and shoes with soot.
Ken cleaned his glasses and looked around at the damage, which it was bad. Half of the plants were ruined, either burned to ash or turned a nasty shade of black. He bent down to inspect more closely, and decided to try and fix the mess. There was one flower that seemed to stand out in the middle of the burned patch; it was a bright red. Ken was never too keen on flowers so he didn't know the name. This flower was the only one that didn't get burned, and it was in the middle of it's dead brethren. Ken shuffled towards it. The flower seemed to be calling his name. He tried to pick up the flower, but when he did a small spark left his hand. He moved his hand back, and watched as the single spark slowly set the flower on fire, ever so slowly burning it. Ken just stared at the flower burning, and didn't noticed the girl who had just walked up behind him.
POV: Kenneth Turner
Kenneth was walking around the camp, getting his bearings of the entire place. It didn't look heavily fortified if an attack was launched against it. There was no defense really if you didn't count the one dragon and the barrier, but Ken made it through the barrier with little more than a smoking hunk of metal scrap. Speaking of that, Ken remembered what he was supposed to be doing: fixing the damage he had done. Ken was carrying a box full of tools and whatever spray he could find from the Cer-... Demeter cabin. He had hoped that he could he could conjure up something to prevent more trees from falling over. He planned to use the several sprays as a sort of healing residue for the burned trees. He didn't have to do this, the Venti were the reason for the catastrophic damage. But Ken felt responsible, if he could of made better defenses he could of prevented the entire ordeal. If he didn't help it would be unfair, and that just wouldn't be right.
Ken walked through the forest, and made it to the worst looking tree he could find that was still inside the barrier Bacchus had made. Not Bacchus, Dio-nice-us. He thought that was how it was pronounced. Ken walked up to the tree, and put down the boxes of tools he had brought with him. Taking out a spray bottle, Ken sprayed the burn marks on the tree. The liquid turned into a thick cream that sort of resembled mortar that you'd put on bricks. After that was done, he dug around in the toolbox and whipped out a trowel. He used it to spread the substance all over burned spots that covered the tree. After spreading the substance equally, Ken packed up his things and sat down on a nearby tree stump. In about thirty minutes, the tree would look good as new, hopefully. Ken had never done this kind of thing before, so if it didn't work on the first tree he would stop and try finding something else that would help the trees.
With time to kill Ken fished around in his back pocket and brought out a pack of cigarettes, rightfully labeled as 'Hades Huff.' His mom had always smoked this brand, and after she died Ken picked up smoking. It never bothered him, but people always gave him odd looks in public, but he didn't care. They told him the cigarettes smelled like death, but Ken smelt nothing out of the ordinary. He lifted his left hand, which had a glove on it. In the middle of the glove was a circular hole that had steel surrounding it. It looked very steampunkish, with wires here and there and metal decorating it. Ken brought it up to his mouth and lit his own hand on fire. Thanks to his demigod powers, Ken never needed a lighter. The glove he wore condensed the flame so it was little more than a birthday candle sized flame. His cigarette lit up, and he began inhaling and exhaling the smoke. Ken never took the cigarette out of his mouth when he exhaled, so it was always in his mouth. Ken put his hand back down onto the stump, and after a few seconds he smelled burning. It wasn't the cigarette, it was where Ken was sitting. Jumping up, Ken saw flames going down the moss of the stump into what looked like a makeshift garden. Ken tried to save the remaining plants in there, so he stomped out most of the flames and snuffed the fire using his leather jacket he had taken off. That meant Ken was only wearing an undershirt now, but the flames never bothered him. After a minute or so, the flames were gone. Ken looked down at his glove, and noticed that there was a wire loose, which was preventing the flames from condensing. Ken must of gotten angry thinking about his mom, and his hand must of stayed lit when he put it back down, which caused the fire to start. Thanks to his anger he had now covered his jeans, leather jacket, wife beater, face, hair, and shoes with soot.
Ken cleaned his glasses and looked around at the damage, which it was bad. Half of the plants were ruined, either burned to ash or turned a nasty shade of black. He bent down to inspect more closely, and decided to try and fix the mess. There was one flower that seemed to stand out in the middle of the burned patch; it was a bright red. Ken was never too keen on flowers so he didn't know the name. This flower was the only one that didn't get burned, and it was in the middle of it's dead brethren. Ken shuffled towards it. The flower seemed to be calling his name. He tried to pick up the flower, but when he did a small spark left his hand. He moved his hand back, and watched as the single spark slowly set the flower on fire, ever so slowly burning it. Ken just stared at the flower burning, and didn't noticed the girl who had just walked up behind him.
