Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[Miranda_]

"Yeah, I agree with Freya. Sure sounds like the eternal virgin is jealous."

[spirit_queen]

Athena scoffed. "Envy? Enious of what, exactly? And i mean the petty desires to always have to party the night away, and such." She held her head high, and her jawline was rigid. Soon they were in the heart of the city, cars and lights and everything one expected in a place like this.

[TheHayleyDoll]

"Envious of those petty desires." Freya answered simply, looking around the city as she spoke. "And I am the Goddess of Love, Fertility, and Sexual Desire. What do you expect from me?"

[spirit_queen]

Athena stopped, looking about the place, murmuring to herself. "im not jealous of petty desires, and you're right about what you represent." athene finally picked a way, walking down the street, her pace just the tiniest bit slower.

[Miranda_]

"I'm the god of chaos and mischief. What else do you expect from me? Be serious."

[spirit_queen]

Athena smirked. "HA! You just said not five minutes ago that I was always uptight, and now you're telling me to be serious?" It was a sall, stupid little victory, but a victory nonetheless. "We're almost there, by the way." she said.

[Miranda_]

Loki rolled his eyes. "So childish."

[spirit_queen]

Athena ignored his comment, and went up to a monument of a man on a horse. It was something about the guy who founded the city, or whatever, and Athena didn't care. "It's under this." She said.

[TheHayleyDoll]

"Extremely childish..." Freya agreed. "No wonder no one has slept with her." She said.

[spirit_queen]

"I don't want, or need, to be slept with." Athena said. She looked at the statue, wondering how she could get the flask out from underneath the thing without doing something drastic, like splitting it in half or blowing it up. There were no 'secret compartments' to it, or anything, either.