|Minka Kinsey "Maize" Collias|
Gaze of the Ashen Moon ~ Daughter of Hades
|Owned by: Omni|
Posted on: 22:28, March 7, 2015 (UTC)
Minka: To be fair, they had offered her a walking stick. Minka said no. They decided not to push their luck on the semi-blind demigod and let her walk around camp relying on her other senses. Minka had been blind for some time now. Three months? Five months? She wasn't sure. All she knew was that there was a terribly high possibility she'd be blind forever, even during nighttime, if she didn't break that stupid curse fast enough. Back to walking around camp. So far, she'd narrowly avoided walking into any of the other cabins and tripping over random debris hanging around. (Who was in charge of cleaning here anyway? Deflated basketballs lying around were a health hazard!) It was a matter of time before her luck ran out. A string of very family-friendly and colorful words shot out of her mouth before she even realized she had opened her mouth, smacking straight into something metal. "DAMN YOU APOLLO!" The child of Hades cursed as she unceremoniously fell flat on her bum. Why her? Seriously? A bajillion Hades kids (okay, probably not...) and she was the one who got turned blind. Sure, domain of darkness and everything, but hello? Blind? She almost would have come to the conclusion the Fates were mocking her. Minka didn't even think blind demigods existed nowadays. As the girl struggled to her feet, she unwisely hit something again, sending her back where she started. Forcing back another phrase that would have forced the gods to blast her to dust, she let out an exasperated sigh. "If anyone around could pull me up right now, it would be readily appreciated," She dryly remarked to herself. She wasn't really sure if there were any people around, but hey, Elpis existed for a reason.
Karen: Karen looks up from her book, "You know, you have arms and legs and can help yourself up," she says sarcastically from the park bench, and for her, sarcasm was uncommon.
Minka: "What was that phrase? Oh, yeah. 'I would if I could, but I can't so I won't,'" Minka's voice hardened. Her temper was short, her nerves were frayed, and oh, not to mention SHE COULDN'T BLOODY SEE RIGHT NOW. She would have laughed if it wasn't so damn irritating. She reached out, biting back the curses to the gods that she would gladly spill right now if it weren't for the fact she did not want to disintegrate to dust like many of the monsters she had encountered. Minka stayed like that for a couple of seconds, feeling around her blindly, trying to gain sense of where she was. Eventually, seeing as she had very little patience for such petty things, she decided to ask for directions. She might as well give it a shot. "Where am I, anyway?" She inquired dully to whoever the Hades had replied to her earlier.
Karen: She sets down her book and then slowly gets up off of the park bench and slowly approaches Minka, "H-here, let me help y-you," Karen says with a slight quiver in her voice.
Minka: Keeping a neutral expression the daughter of Hades looked where she reckoned the voice had come from. "Thanks?" Minka meant for it to be a statement, but it came out as a question. She wasn't used to people helping her, nor was she used to asking for help at all. A little suspicious, that she was, but that possibly was just her paranoia. Minka warily stretched out her arm, open hand.
Karen: She reaches towards Minka's hand to grab hold of it and help the girl up, "Y-your wel-lcome," Karen stutters, she didn't feel safe.
Minka: Sensing the girl's hesitancy, Minka was hit with a touch of guilt for the briefest of moments. Then she was pulled to her feet and it turned into gratitude, albeit the change in the look in her eye very subtle. Having a history with people shuddering from her unusually cold touch, Minka promptly let go, edging away slightly. A faint smile flickered across her face momentarily before she spoke. "Minka Collias, semi-blind daughter of Hades. And you would be...?" She bluntly stated.
Karen: "Karen, Marcee, Counsellor of my mother's cabin, the Harmonia cabin," Karen smiles, not having realized that the girl's hands were cold, as hers were somewhat numb from being the only portion of her body that were uncovered in this cold weather, she'd forgotten her gloves, and promptly zipped her leather jacket up to the top when the girl had let go of her hand. Karen then stuffed her hands into her jeans and exhaled heavily, watching her breath.
Minka: The cold didn't really bother Minka. The Underworld was way colder than this, she was faintly certain of it. Besides, her skin was almost always freezing. "Nice to meet you," Minka stated blandly. "What're you doing out in this weather?"
Karen: "Reading a manual for a new dog collar I bought, but it's like a book almost and really difficult to make sense of," Karen sighs, "all I wanted was a set of instructions or a manual for how to use it,"
Minka: Minka arched an eyebrow, faintly interested. "Have you tried going to a Hephaestus or Athena camper? They might know how," She offered, her tone slightly less colder than before.
Karen: "You think they could make sense of a dog collar that'll let me call my dog back to me when he's out of ear shot?" Karen smiles, "I don't even think it'll work, it doesn't have a battery compartment in the collar, and you're supposed to use your 'mind' to call the dog with it, I think I got scammed," She frowns slightly.
Minka: "Knowing them, they probably could," Minka remarked idly. The corners of her mouth turned down slightly. "Good gods, a mechanical mental link? Is that what they were trying to do?" Her typically inscrutable face looked skeptical. "A scam would be likely, but you never know."
Karen: Karen pulls the necklace that came with it out of her pocket, "Yeah but this thing is so dumb, it's a dog bone, and I really don't ever want to wear it," She sighs, "I thought it would be cool, and that I could let Shadow roam more often without having to be right by him, I mean, he already does a pretty good job at coming back at lunch time if I let him out in the morning, but there are some times when he doesn't come back until dinner time," her face suddenly takes on a :/ look.
Minka: Minka shrugged instinctively. "You're better off making an actual empathy link with your dog," She mused, sightless eyes unblinking. "You could always attach a tracking device to him if you get worried," she suggested half-heartedly.
Karen: "Empathy link?" She looks at Minka, cocking her head slightly with a "wut?" expression on her face.
Minka: "Oh..." Minka was at loss for words. Of course, there had to be some people who didn't know about that. "It's sort of an emotional link between two beings. Here," she attempted to explain. A brief moment of alertness passed and Nefaria, her little black cat, skittered to a stop right by her feet. Glowing purple eyes looked at her imploringly. "Mew?"