Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: I am baaaaack.
*crickets*
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: Well then...
Grown up Callisto Rinestone walks into the recording room, glaring.
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: ...Sorry.
Callisto: Sorry doesn't cut it! You left me hanging there!
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: *throws hands up in surrender* I just lost inspiration, I'm SORRY!
Callisto: Hmph. *plops down on plush armchair*
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: *clears throat awkwardly* Anyway, after several failed attempts at fanfiction writing and a looooong hiatus, I think I've come back with efficient experience to actually finish a fanfic...
Callisto: Another Callie OC?
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: It's not my fault one of the Muses was named Calliope!
Callisto: Point taken.
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: Soo, this is a PJO/KC crossover fanfic, inspired by a PJO/KC crossover roleplay I've been in.
Callisto: PJO/KC?
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: Rick Riordan. Demigods. Mythology.
Callisto: ...Okay.
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: *sighs in utter exasperation*
Callisto: You're the one who made me die in a massive explosion supposed to destroy I don't know - three-fourths of the Earth?!
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: I believe I made you regenerate like a phoenix, draining your powers to the point you couldn't do magic for a whole year.
Callisto: *continues to glare murderously*
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: Jeez, jeez. Be glad I gave you and McQuoid a romantic scene.
Callisto: A romantic scene involving me dying.
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: Fine! Just say the damned disclaimer!
Callisto: What disclaim-
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: *stares defiantly*
Callisto: *sigh* Oh, alright. Hot Chocolate and Muffinz owns nothing, except for the plot, several OCs, the laptop used to type this, and her mother paid for the internet.
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: Let's roll!
"Hand me the microphone, Claire," a female voice demands.
"Nuh uh! Make me!" 'Claire' sings.
"I swear to the gods-"
"Calm down, Callie," A new male voice rings out.
"Fine. Just get back the microphone," 'Callie' grumbles.
There is a loud sound of something being wrenched from someone's grasp.
"OW! Not cool, Kane!" Claire, all playfulness gone, yelps like a little wolf pup.
There are sounds of feet scraping across the ground and someone dropping onto a swivel chair.
"Whatever, Clarissa," 'Kane' snorts.
"You did not just go there!" Claire raises her voice.
Sounds of someone getting up from a chair is heard.
"Calm down, Code Cracker," A bored female voice, Callie's, drawls.
"Hmph. Fine," Clarissa/Clair/Code Cracker grumbles in defeat.
The sounds of a chair scraping the floor as it is pulled is heard quite loudly.
"Anyway. Kane, turn on the video cam," Callie orders.
There are sounds of shoes approaching, and a screen pops into view in your computer, revealing a guy's face. The guy is a bit tanned, has chocolate brown hair, and calculating gray eyes that seem to be attempting to figure out the best way to take you down in a fight. Yes, you could see this in a computer.
"Think everything's running alright," Kane mutters, momentarily revealing blinding white teeth.
"Get your face out of the camera, Surfer Boy," The voice you recognize as Claire's calls out.
"For the last time, Claire, don't call me that!" Kane walks away from the screen and sits down on a swivel chair, giving you a full view of the room.
The room is medium-sized. Actually, it looks more like a small room due to the fact that random things clutter the whole place.
"The room probably looks like a warehouse to whoever is watching," A dark-haired girl with bright green eyes leans forward in her chair, voicing your thoughts exactly.
An obviously smaller girl with straight auburn hair, mischievously sparkling blue eyes with golden flecks, and a sly smile mimics the other girl in leaning forward in her rickety wooden chair. Her hands can't seem to stop moving, and are fiddling with several odd metal parts. In the space of a few seconds, she has built a small tower worthy of being called the Leaning Tower of Pisa, disassembled it, and is halfway to finishing a model of the Statue of Liberty.
"Well, my room is the farthest away from all the noise downstairs," She protests as the statue is speedily finished and once again disassembled.
"If you only let Jaz come and clean up your mess-" The green-eyed girl starts to suggest.
"Oh no, she doesn't! Nobody, not even Surfer Boy's girlfriend, cleans up my room! There's a certain arrangement to this room only clear to me. If we got attacked, my room would be safe!" The smaller girl immediately cuts her off, now almost finished with making an amazingly accurate model of the Sydney Opera House.
They were all at least sixteen years of age and done with puberty, you immediately note. The teenage guy, whom you have noted as Kane, shakes his head as the two girls start bickering back and forth.
"Enough!" He shouts over the clamor, clapping his hands over his ears.
Both girls are startled into silence. The smaller of the two drops a half-finished model of the White House on her lap in shock. The other girl scans Kane with an amused curiosity.
"Sorry, bro. I forgot I dragged you away from a hot make-out session with Jaz," She slyly apologizes.
Kane flushes a bright red, spluttering as he tries to speak. The smaller girl snickers, having regained her composure. She has picked up her model, and has finished and disassembled it once more. "Good one, Cal," She pauses her project and gives the other girl, Callie, a high-five.
"Why, thank you, Claire. Little sisters always know how exactly to embarrass their brothers into silence."
"So uncalled for," Kane protests, his face still a burning red.
In return, the girls throw their heads back and laugh, perfectly in sync.
"Before you two make a fool of me any more, let's get this over with," Kane groans.
"Eh. Introductions. Boooring," Claire comments, now building an intricate and undefinable sculpture.
"I'll start, then," Callie shrugs before looking straight into the camera, "Calliope Urania Blitz. My dad named me after two of the Nine Muses in Greek mythology. I'm a demigod daughter of Hecate, Greek goddess of magic. I'm also Kane's half-sister."
"The mythical gods who supposedly don't exist really exist. Big bummer for us, new surprise for you," Claire pipes in, now in the middle of building a model of some weird twisted lamp.
"In case you haven't heard the recordings of Sadie and Carter Kane, here's our a quick summary," Callie looks pointedly at Kane.
"Egyptian gods exist. Greek gods exist. Egyptian magicians have magic wands and wax statues to use real magic, which usually involves saying or writing a bunch of words. Greek gods run around sleeping with random mortals and have hundreds of babies who usually have powers and or enhanced physical abilities. Both attract freaky monsters who usually want them to be a main course for their meal," Kane reads from a small index card, frowns, and looks at Claire, who is attempting to look innocent.
"Claire," He sighs and chucks the index card to a far corner of the room. "Seriously?"
"It was just begging to be written," was the girl's excuse.
The other two shake their heads in exasperation. Kane clears his throat awkwardly and looks at the camera. "My name's Kane Aeneas Eversley. Blood of the pharaohs. And by pharaohs, I mean those Egyptian king sort-ofs. It mostly means I have the ability to host Egyptian gods. You see, anyone can be a magician. Us royal folks are just more powerful, and don't die too easily from using too much magic. See, too much magic can burn up your soul and kill you."
"And there's your happy thought of the day," Claire interrupts sardonically.
Kane shoots her a warning glare and turns back to the camera. "Anyway, long story, but Callie's my half-sister."
Both siblings turn to look at Claire, who looks up innocently. "What?"
"Your turn," Callie points out the obvious.
Claire grumbles an inaudible insult and drops her little project. She turns to the camera with an annoyed sigh. "Name's Clarissa," She flinches before continuing, "Pallas Watson. No, I'm not related to Emma Watson. Everyone asks that. Demigod daughter of Hermes, and legacy of Hephaestus. It was a great misfortune of mine to have met these two back at camp," she jerks her head towards the half-siblings.
"Why you gotta be so ruuude," Callie sings with an eye-roll.
"Quit it, you two. And my gods, Cal, no more song references," Kane states exasperatedly.
"Fine," Both girls reluctantly replied.
"Also, we aren't supposed to mention who we're descended from, Claire. That's part of our whacked-out story," he adds.
Claire looks up from her model of Mt. Everest with a glare. "Well, I didn't mention the third god," She argues.
"And now whoever is watching knows you have three gods in your lineage," Callie rolls her eyes, tilting back her chair expertly.
"Whatever."
"Anyway," Kane intervenes, trying to remove the possibility of another argument, "the next few videos will tell you our story. Either you believe it, and help us spread the word, or you think it's all fiction. Lucky you if you do think it's all fake."
"Bye," all three say together and the screen shuts off.
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: Well, that went surprisingly well.
Callisto: Now all we need to do is hope that you can actually finish this.
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: Anyway, I don't own anything except the plot, Claire, Calliope, Kane, my laptop, my mom's internet which is technically mine, and Callisto here who was one of my OCs in a previous fanfiction.
Callisto: That you abandoned.
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: You're never going to stop nagging me about that, are you?
Callisto: Nope.
Hot Chocolate and Muffinz: *sigh* Anyway, review, favorite and all that shizzam.