Turns out, Aqua is Jerky's half-sister. Sucks for her, right?
After a much needed explanation (that I will not write, because it mostly consists of Jerky talking and not myself, which therefore deems it incredibly dull) we had eventually been lured into attending this 'Camp Half-Blood'.
Apparently, Aqua and Jerky were kids of Poseidon, the god of water. Not very impressive, if you ask me.
"We didn't ask you," Jerky had said in annoyance, when I'd voiced my opinion out loud.
I'd responded with my middle-finger, which effectively shut him up.
Then, we'd discussed my parentage. I'd been claimed by, not one, but two immortals. Which makes me a goddess.
"A minor goddess," Jerky says, rolling his eyes. "They probably don't even know about you. I'm surprised your parents even claimed you."
"Watch what you say, Jackson, I just might fucking smite you."
He rolls his eyes again and continues to chat with Aqua.
Well, isn't this just fucking dandy. They're already getting along like brother and sister. It's sickening.
Anyway, I'd been claimed by Aphrodite, goddess of love (and prostitutes! Fuck yeah!) and Ares, god of war and bloodshed. As you can probably tell, this makes me pretty badass. "So, what type of goddess does that make me?"
"The goddess of bloody whores?" Jerky suggests.
"Ha-ha," I glare at him. "But, seriously..."
Aqua's eyes lit up, "Maybe you could be, like, the goddess of female war heroins!"
"Don't be stupid, Aqua," I roll my eyes, "That's fucking stupid...I should be the goddess of colors."
Jerky snorts, "What?"
"Yeah, it makes sense," I ignore his skepticism, "My eyes change color. I should be the goddess of colors."
Aqua smiles and nods, agreeably, "That would be cool."
"Well, of course it would be fucking cool," I snap, "I thought of it."
Her eyes widen and she nods quickly. "Y-yeah."
Jerky eyes the two of us with distaste. He mutters something to himself about having to share a taxi with us, and bangs his head against the taxi's window.
"Oh, look a strawberry field!" Aqua says, excitedly, pointing out the window. I roll my eyes.
Jerky lifts his head from the window, "Looks like we're here."
My drawn-on eyebrows rose.
Not much of a mindfuck, really. But this way, she can be the goddess of bloody whores. Haw, haw, haw.