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[kannagi]

(Sorry for late reply. I had to eat dinner ;~;)

Dylan

It took all of Dylan's willpower not to run up and punch this spoiled god. He overheard the fauns fuss over this Mr. D, but to Dylan, he seemed nothing more than a fat two-year-old that always has to get his way. He couldn't help but grimace when Rose mentioned them "hanging out", knowing that the instructor didn't believe they were hanging out as just friends.

Dylan stormed out, following Rose, but at a safe distance. He knew the smell of burning ozone after the incident during capture-the-flag; burning rubber, with a hint of oil and gas thrown in for a dangerous concoction that should be avoided at all costs. Rose may be his best friend, but neither of them were in control of their powers yet. And she definitely had a strong wiff of burning rubber around her.

Dylan, unlike Rose, actually didn't mind the punishment. "Hey, look on the bright side. We get to work together. Plus, it's with horses." He was trying to cheer her up, but failing miserably. She didn't have the ability to talk to horses, and Dylan wasn't even sure if she liked them. He looked away, aware of the harsh gazes from the rest of the campers.

[ragemonster]

((It's fine. c:))

Rose

Rose relaxed fractionally at Dylan's reassurance, but her guard--and temper--slammed back into place as she heard the mutters and whispers as they passed. "What are you looking at?" she snapped at an Aphrodite camper, who started in surprise and hurried away.
If humans could growl, Rose was doing a pretty good impression of it right now.
The injustice of it made her want to punch something. The fact that no one believed them made her--kind of-- want to cry. And then punch more things. And perhaps kick something over and break something fragile. Tempting, she thought as she stopped outside the horse stables, so very tempting.

Forcing herself to relax her shoulders, which had been tense with suppressed fury, turned to look at Dylan. "Right," she said, "Where do we begin, horse-boy?"

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Dylan

Dylan shrugged. "I dunno. I can talk to horses, yes, but whether they'll listen and help us clean up their poop is a whole 'nother matter." He leaned against the stable door, peering in at a seemingly normal bay horse. He wrinkled his nose at the stench of horse manure-- it hasn't been cleaned in almost a week. Dylan clicked his tongue, trying to copy what he saw the horse riders do on TV. No luck. The horse went on eating its hay, flicking its ear in Dylan's direction indifferently. Dylan finally, cleared his throat and spoke up, feeling a little stupid. "Hey, uh, Horsey."

The horse's ears pinned back now, its tail swishing, annoyed. Yeah. I'm listening.

Of course. I get the rude one, Dylan thought miserably. "I'm going to clean your box. So could you make this easy on me, and stand to the less.. uh, poop-infested side? I clean your doo-doo up," he paused, snatching a pitchfork next to a bucket and brush to the right of the stablebox. "With this thing, and you're going to be a nice, happy horse that won't have to step it its own crap ever again."

The horse crained its neck, facing Dylan now. It extended its neck, raising its head high with prejudice, acting like it was superior over Dylan. Why should I? It snorted, shaking its head back and forth, trying to get rid of a fly buzzing around its head.

Dylan clenched his teeth, wanting to stab the stupid horse with the pitchfork. "Because I am a son of Poseidon, and you're going to do what I tell you to do." Dylan exclaimed with narrowed eyes.

The horse's eyes flickered with doubt and nerves. Its head drooped, all signs of arrogance gone. Oh. Ah, sorry, Boss. Please, I would be honored to let you clean my stable. Name's Sherlock, by the way, he added, almost friendly.

Dylan unhooked the lock on the door and stepped inside, avoiding horse droppings as he did. He almost gagged from the smell, but he refrained from doing so. "Nice to meet you Sherlock." He managed to hook a bunch of poo onto the pitchfork and carry it out to a wheelbarrow, in which he dumped it. The other satyrs and wood nymphs managing the stables were doing the same thing, so he figured he should do the same. He paused, smiling at Rose. "That's Sherlock. He would be delighted if we cleaned his horse crap. You in?" He asked jokingly, holding out another pitchfork for Rose.

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Rose

Rose smiled wryly as she took the pitchfork.
"As if I have a choice? Oh, nice to meet you, Sherlock," she added, patting Sherlock's dark brown shoulder.
He seemed to enjoy that, as he leaned into it a bit, and looked disappointed as she pulled away and started to work on the stall next to the one Dylan was working on.
She coaxed out the mare, a glossy black roan who's nameplate said she was called Delilah. Though Rose couldn't talk to the horse like Dylan could, she gained the mare's trust pretty quickly and got her out of the stall.
Delilah trotted off to join Sherlock at a nearby trough that a few satyrs had just filled with clean water.

This is nice, she thought, reveling in the normality of what she and her friend had been assigned to do.
It was normal. Ordinary. Something humans did often.
The slightly sweet smell of the hay was calming, as was the sound of the horses tails as they swished two-and-fro in the other stalls.
She kept up an easy stream of chatting with Dylan for the two and a half hours it took them to muck out all the stalls on the left side. There were twelve stalls on each side, all of them containing pegasi.

"Done with this side," she said to Dylan, wiping sweat off her forehead. "Should we start the other half or d'you think we've earned a break? You can pretty much guess my opinion," she said, sitting down heavily on a three-legged-stool.

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Dylan

Dylan, sighed, leaning against his pitchfork. "I would love to take a break. But it's not like we can go anywhere until we finished this up. We smell like horse manure." Dylan looked at the bottom of his shoes. He would have to clean them later, as he probably stepped in horse poo, judging by the brown clumps stuck to his converse.

He sat down on a stool next to Rose, throwing his pitchfork carelessly to the side. "This is absolutely unfair," he suddenly said, watching one of the campers down at the training hollow with envy. "In only 2 days, we managed to get in trouble, surrounded by a group of troubled kids. How does this stuff happen to us?" He rubbed his back, which was starting to ache from all the bending over and shoveling he was doing.

[ragemonster]

Rose

Rose sighed in agreement. "Considering how much good luck we have, this was such a surprise," she said sarcastically, but nudged Dylan to show him she was joking.
"Just think how much trouble we can get into in a week," she said, laughing a little. Rose didn't really like the thought of the ammount of damage a week could hold, so she decided not to jynx it and knocked on some wood. She didn't believe in superstitions, but it didn't hurt to be safem did it.
She rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palm, signing again. "I'm tired. Wonder when lunch is?" she said. She was only a little starving, as she'd missed breakfast, what with the evidently non-existent chimera fight and all.

"Alright," she said after a minute, and got stiffly to her feet, "Let's get this over and done with. I want a shower.

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Dylan

Dylan nodded in agreement. "Definitely." He stood back up and picked up his pitchfork, determined. He wanted his shower.

((Time skip))

After cleaning Lucky, Fletcher, Rose, Clover, and Samillion's stalls, Dylan felt absolutely disgusting. At least Samillion had tried to help him clean it up, but he ended up just making it worse. He didn't have opposible thumbs, after all.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he went to check on Rose. "You done?" He asked, leaning against the stall door she was working on. She looked just about done, shoveling the last bit into a wheelbarrow. "We missed lunch," he added regretfully. "They stopped serving food an hour ago. You know, we probably could've skipped this, or something. I mean, no one even checked to make sure we did anything." He sighed, looking around. All the satyrs and nymphs that were cleaning the stalls had left all the work to him and Rose, chuckling at them. It was their job, too. Shouldn't they at least help them out?

Wiping his hands on his jeans, he stood aside, letting Rose out of the stall. "Do you want to take a shower, or jump in the lake?" He joked, knowing full well she'd probably choose her shower over the frigid lake. But it was worth a try.

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Rose

Rose shrugged as Dylan made a remark about the lack of enforcement. "Yeah, but at least the stables are clean now. Wouldn't want to get the horse's tails in a twist, would we?" she laughed.
She stretched and grimaced. Her back ached from all the work. Dylan said, "Do you want to take a shower, or jump in the lake?" His tone told her he was joking, and she laughed.
"With as bad as we smell now? I'd go for the lake," she said, propping her pitchfork up on the rack of equipment.
The lake wasn't much of a walk, and after they dove in for a bit they could go take actual showers. She thought they deserved it after all that.
"At least we don't have to do it again," she realized, relieved. Dylan looked as relieved as she felt to be done with their undeserved punishment and positively ecstatic at the prospect of a shower.

[ragemonster]

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[kannagi]

(so so sorry for the overly late reply ;~; I have been super busy. By the way, my "s" key is sticking. So if I post something with an "s" missing, sorry.)

Dylan

Dylan smiled at Rose's comment. She had no idea how picky horses could be.

He couldn't help but be surprised when she chose the lake. "Really?" he asked skeptically. "Okay..." He said slowly, raising an eyebrow. He hoped she wasn't joking, because he was already running into the lake, not looking back.

He ran and jumped, splashing into the water, which felt room-temperature to him. He sighed, contently, embracing the cool, refreshing feeling of the water. He didn't think he'd ever get used to it.

One of the perks that came with being Son of the Sea God was the fact he could breathe underwater. Of course, being a demigod ment there were a lot of painful and strange ways to die. But at least he could rule out drowning.