Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[Miranda_]

"Yeah, it's hardly very attractive." Loki noticed Athena standing by the statue. "So, if it's under that, then how do we get it? Ppl might just notice if we start digging."

[TheHayleyDoll]

Freya sighed. "Can't you hurry up, Miss Virgin?" She spat at Athena. "You're supposed to be smart, so figure this out."

[spirit_queen]

"I'm thinking." Athena said. "you to go do whatever it is you really wanted to do; I'll contact you once I'v got an idea that might work." inwardly, Athena sghed; she did like some fun once in a while, but someone had to do the work, and they weren't any help yet anyways, so she let them go do their thing.

[Miranda_]

"Fine, we'll meet you back here later. Come on, Freya."

[spirit_queen]

Athena resisted the ugre to sisgh, secretly wishing someone cared enough for her to ask if she'd like to take a break. She then remembered why she was here, and began a thourough investigation of the statue, memorizing every crevice.

[TheHayleyDoll]

Freya nodded, ready to follow him wherever he wanted to go.

[spirit_queen]

She sat donw for a few after all that, thinking over her new information like a computer. There was a crack to the flask about the size of a fly. But, obviously, she couldn't get it out that way. She began turning over possibilities in her head...

[Miranda_]

Loki made for a nearby bar. "This'll do fine. We can get something to eat here, as well as to drink." The bar was a bit shady, the kind of place that would take objects instead of money in return for drinks and had several passed out drunks inside.

[TheHayleyDoll]

Freya nodded and sat down on a stool, taking an elastic out from one of the passed out girls hair and put her hair in a tight, high, pony tail. She waited for Loki to sit down next to her and the bartender to appear.

[spirit_queen]

Eventually, she worked up a a plan; the crack was small, but the cavern beneath quite large. Loki could transform into something small enough to fit inside, then something larger, like a dog, and make the crack bigger. He could then also retrieve the flask. Athena grasped the hilt of the sword. I got an idea, but I'mma give you more time; you're not the only ones who want a holiday! She then stood and brushed herself off.