Interview With Eve

Me: So, Eve, what's it like to be a demigod?

Eve: Not so great, no thanks to you. -.-

Me: You're welcome! 8D Now, we all know you're terrified of dogs. Why is that?

Eve: Teeth. Huge, gigantic teeth. Not to mention claws that could rip your throat open! I don't understand how people CAN'T be scared of dogs! Plus, they shed. My clothes will be contaminated. Oy, I'm sounding like an Aphrodite kid.

Me: Um…okay then? What's your least favorite kind of dog?

Eve: Hellhound. Even the most sane demigod in the world would have to be scared of that.

Me: I kind of meant non-magical.

Eve: Fine, be picky. Dalmatian, then.

Me: WHAT? O.O

Eve: You heard me. Their spots look like demon eyes staring at you. It creeps me out.

Me: That's an…interesting take on Dalmatians. O.o I'll remember to put a word in with Pongo and tell him that he needs to get that soot all over him again.

Eve: Ha ha, very funny. Shut up.

Me: You, um, got it. Now…how did you feel when you saw Mrs. Dailey again? And when she kept popping up?

Eve: Oh my goodness, it was awful. I already hadn't liked her, but hurting me throughout the quest and such really angered me. I'mma kill her someday.

Me: Good for you. Do you think you'll ever get Rosa to give in to you?

Eve: *laughs* HA! You amuse me. Nah, at this rate, no way. Although I do hope to make her, oh, I don't know, nice, I still doubt it.

Me: Well, aren't we optimistic? :]

Eve: Ugh. Is there a goddess of optimism or something?

Me: I have no clue.

Eve: Oh well. Whoever he or she is, I hate them. Optimism gets you nowhere when you're a demigod.

Me: And could you please tell me why that would be?

Eve: You don't know what to expect. You can't really determine whether this happens or that happens or this person dies or that person turns out to be a traitor. Optimism? Only gets you on the emotional rollercoaster of evilness.

Me: Alrighty then. What was your worst memory?

Eve: Finding out about my mom's death. It was terrifying and I don't like to think about it. MOVING ON!

Me: Okay, fine. Best memory?

Eve: I'm…not really…sure. Hm. Being claimed was great. And, as much as I hated it then, being stuck in that cave with Kyle blocking the entrance was actually kind of neat.

Me: O_o You liked that?

Eve: Sure, why not?

Me: Eh. Fine. Now…what would you do if I told you I had Kristen hiding backstage ready to blow up a bomb on your head while a vacuum cleaner sucks you in?

Eve: *pales* WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN? *holds me by the shirt* TELL ME, WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S BACK THERE RIGHT NOW READY TO DO THAT? D:

Me: RELAX, she's not actually there.

Eve: I-Will-KILL-You.

Me: Why thank you :D So, do you know who Rick Riordan is?

Eve: Who?

Me: Um… senior scribe at camp.

Eve: Nope, never heard of him. Why? Should I know who that is?

Me: Not really. But let's just say…he created Percy. That help?

Eve: EXCUSE ME? I thought his dad was Poseidon!

Me: It is. Never mind, okay?

Eve: *grumbles* Fine.

Me: Good girl. Now, what is the weirdest thing someone's ever asked you?

Eve: I don't know. Are you stealing questions from that interview thing for Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban?

Me:…No o.o

Eve: Sure ya are. But, seriously, if you expect me to answer like Dan Radcliffe did, you-are-WRONG. I have never had proposals of marriage and I've never seen a "towel-girl".

Me: Well, that's safe to know. How is a raven like a writing desk?

Eve:…What? o.o You expect me to know this?

Me: Sure! Now give me the answer or Kristen will sic herself on you. *winks and thinks: Are ya happy Kristen? BC "

Eve: 0_0 Well, that's not a threat or anything. How many tries do I get?

Me: One.

Eve: That ain't fair!

Me: Yup! And if you get it wrong, Kristen gets to put you on her torture show! :D

Eve: I hate you. Ok, um…they both…fly? Wait, no, I take that back—

Me: Too late!

*Kristen is seen in the background, running towards Eve, with many torture devices*

Eve: EEP! *runs into camera and connection is broken*

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And all that was left were the screams of a certain daughter of Ares.

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*connection comes back*

Me: YES! :D I GOT THE CONNECTION! I GOT—

*Kristen chases Eve (who, by the way, got her clothes stained no-thanks to Kristen's ultra permanent color ray thingymabob) and attempts to catch her in a net whilst bumping into the camera once more, thus breaking the connection again*