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Started August 11, 2018 by Deleted user

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Havenwood paused. "What?" He turned on her and glared down at her.

"I'm just….look, I'm down on my luck. I don't wanna be rich or anything, but I don't wanna live in this place forever, either. I'm gonna have kids someday. I need decency. And you're kinda the only person who can offer that." Mozzarella looked down, hands on her blunderbuss.

"Yeah, and?" Havenwood crossed his arms. "Who do you plan to have kids with?"

Mozarella blushed. "I don't know, but I'm going to. I'm twenty-five, I can wait. In the meantime, well…that was very off-topic. I, uh…as long as you don't hurt me, creep." She finishes off the rather sheepish sentence with a stern glare up at Havenwood.

"I don't think I should allow a mortal that's so hollow-headed to join me up in Greece. Especially since there's a war going on."

"Who said I was hollow headed? And who else do you know who can craft this?" Mozarella questions, continuing to glare and holding up her blunderbuss.

"No one I know yet. But since I'm feeling particularly lazy today…." He shoved the locket back at her and glared fiercely at her. "Whenever you're ready to hear more details, just put this on."

After glaring at Artemis for a couple seconds, Mozzarella warily slips the locket around her neck. "What does it do? Am I related to magic or what? Because you won't be able to soften me more than I already am-" (insert thing that would cut her off there idk)

Havenwood waved his arm to cut her off. "Shut up! Okay, I'm not going to soften you up. I'm just trying to get you a job."

(ships them already)

(ikr)
"Does it pay? In things that I could actually use to have a decent life? Money? What else do you freaks pay?"

"FREAKS? GODS ARE NOT FREAKS! If you…" He deeply inhaled.

"By the dictionary definition, yeah, you're freaks." Becoming steely again, Mozzarella fingered the locket absentmindedly.

Havenwood growled gently under his breath. And you're a poor fool.
"You'd better not call Zeus that if you meet him. He'll blow you up on the spot."

"Oh, so I'm going to meet the guy?" Mozzarella raised her eyebrows. Perhaps, perhaps, 'Artemis' had enough kindness in that dead, shriveled brain of his to at least let her sleep one night more. "Do we have to rush?"

Havenwood narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"What do you mean, 'what are you talking about'? Do we have to rush over to Olympus right this minute or can I get a decent amount of sleep before I start defending the gods?"

"Unless you want Gods to die, yeeaaah, maybe take a whole week for a vacation…" He swayed his hips. "Mmmm… I heard Hawaii is great this time of year… YYYeeeeessss…." All of this was an act of obvious sarcasm.

Mozzarella raised her eyebrows at him, not amused in the slightest.
"I get to keep all my guns. You cannot lay a hand on me. Or anything of mine. I get to live decently and I won't die. Agreed?" She asked, checking off on her fingers all the necessities.

"No, you won't be able to keep your guns. I need them to help defend Mt Olympus. All of the others, I will easily comply with." Havenwood tossed the hair from his face and glared at her as if saying, "Why would I want to touch anything of the likes of you?"

"Oh, so you need my guns? Thoughtcha said I can't shoot gods with these, hm?" Mozzarella returns the look of disgust.
(I still ship it the shipping must happen at some point in time its gotta be gradual though)

(who cares about gradualism we gottA NEWWWMM)

"I'm not… I'm not fighting my own kind, dimwit." Havenwood sighed.

"Who the heck wants to attack gods? Crazed Italians from next door or what? And hey, why can't you just kill 'em?" Mozzarella asks, agitated and nervous to get a move on.

"Just go away. All you'll be doing is supplying. If you truly cared about what was going on I wouldn't see that look on your face." Havenwood turned away and started to walk. "Once you've finished a weapon just open up the locket and say my name into it."

"I hate you at the moment, not the cause. C'mon, it's not every day one sees a giant god person with freakin' lightning at his disposal. Why can't I meet the guy? Zeus, was it?"
(plz make him reconsider like anh she's not half bad and actually take her there and eventually there's no more room so she sleeps in the same room as him and there are terribly executed pranks (as one's a god) and stuff)

(yeee i gotchuuuu)

"So you want to live there? You know, Zeus is an ass. I would know, because I was his son. He's not great, and neither am I! Just stay here and make weapons." He huffed and turned back around. A good sign.