God damnit

Suprise Bitch!

<this> = me, the author

"This" = someone talking

'This' = someone thinking

"This" = someone whispering

"WHY!?" = someone confused and yelling

<I'm not really feeling it today, so if this is shit, you know why>

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First Person P.O.V

OK, who the hell is it now!?

I look over towords the doorway, and see someone I wasn't expecting, like at all

With a loose white blouse, black pants tighter than I thought possible, and a mop of red hair, mother fucking hephaestus just walked into my shop, what the fuck?

Hephaestus: "uhh, are you okay?"

And she's standing infront of me, why?

Archimedes: "Y-Yeah, I'm fine, do you need something?"

Hephaestus: "oh no, not really, I just saw someone run outside the shop so I came to check it out"

Archimedes: "so you aren't here to buy anything?"

Hephaestus: "no, no I'm not"

Archimedes: "god damnit" "well if you're not here to buy anything, why are you still here?"

Hephaestus: "I heard someone bought Gull's forge, so I thought I might as well meet the new owner"

Archimedes: "*sigh* hi, hello, my name's Archimedes, im a God of creation, now who the hell are you?" I quirk up an eyebrow and lean back in my chair

If you can't tell, I'm trying to pretend I don't know her, because it'd be pretty wierd if I already knew her before we met, don't you think?

Hephaestus: "my name's Hephaestus, I'm a goddes of forging, so, I don't think I've met you before, which pantheon are you from?"

She drags over a chair that was off to the side of the counter and sits down

Archimedes: "I'll let you waste your time guessing it"

She raises a brow

Hephaestus: "you're not a very social person, are you?"

Archimedes: "I'm not having a good day today, that's all"

Hephaestus: "well, at least you have your buisness?"

Was that supposed to help? And why the hell is that a question!?

Archimedesv "I would be much happier if I had anyone to sell this too, but all I get are rookies and vultures"

Hephaestus: "what are vultures?"

Archimedes: "giant birds of prey that feast off corpses, they usually circle around them in large numbers"

Hephaestus: "huh, cool, anyways, I see you have a lot of weapons, where do you get them from?"

Archimedes: "I make them myself"

She looks at me skeptically

Hephaestus: "really?"

Archimedes: "incase you missed it, I'm a God of creation, making shit is part of that"

She perks up, probably realizing how dumb her response was, she sheepishly scratches her head