Seeming as "flirty, much like her father" was literally in Tempe's bio, I think that one would work better too XD

Could you play the character, so that when (Yes, when) Zephyr gets all angry, we can have a real fight with not just myself spewing insults back and forth? LOL((

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Zephyr groaned quietly again. It wasn't like he wanted to get up, and she was making it SO MUCH HARDER. "Literally everyone. But it doesn't matter. " He answered with a tired smile, staying there for a couple seconds before dragging himself off the couch and lazily walking to the bunk, where he dragged the *container* out and opened it. Aha! He did have a clean shirt left! One lonely shirt. He grabbed it, pausing in the middle to yawn widely. He was still so tired. And he hadn't wanted to move. He muffled yet another yawn and leaned against the bunk, raking his fingers through his hair to hopefully comb it down slightly. "Ready?" He asked with a small grin, knowing full well she didn't want to ever move again.

Yeah! That's perfectly fine lol))

Tempe groaned as Zephyr wiggled away, halfheartedly glaring at him as he got up. She stifled a yawn and stretched, practically falling out of bed. She huffed slightly at his words, shaking her head and walking to her bag. "Noooo. I need to change." She muttered, grabbing a brush and tugging it through her hair with one hand, using the other to rifle through her bag.

Zephyr snorted quietly, shaking his head at her groaning. "If I couldn't see you alive and well, I would think someone was torturing you." He commented drily, knowing full well she wasn't anywhere near ready. He had just hoped saying it would speed up the process. "Stop looking like a badger that just lost its meal." He teased lightly. "Sleep can come later." Zephyr added, slipping the one black shirt off and pulling on the clean one. They looked identical, so there was no visible change. He then sat down on the bunk, staring down at the bone chain around his neck. Best of two gifts he had ever gotten from his annoying father. If he wasn't so loyal, he'd be cursing Hades out of the Underworld. Why did the gods care so LITTLE about their offspring? If you don't want a mistake, don't make one. Zephyr huffed quietly, rather viciously raking a rand through his hair again before making sure the bones slid under his shirt, then glanced at his arms, frowning slightly. For all the talk of Hades children being pale, he tanned so quickly. As he never wore anything but t-shirts, he had a killer farmers tan going on. It was also quite PAINFUL when he got burnt to a crisp by the sun.

"That's because someone IS torturing me. You." Tempe mocked, finishing with her hair and grabbing a change of clothes. "I'm gonna change in the corner." She muttered tiredly, walking over and switching clothes quickly, this time into a plain, cropped white tank top and simple black shorts. Stifling yet another yawn, she threw her clothes into her bag and pulled her sneakers on, wincing with her sprained ankle but not complaining verbally. She blew out a breath and swept her hair out of her face, walking over to Zephyr and promptly collapsing against him, settling in his lap with her head buried in his neck.

"Well thanks for the compliment. I must be great at torturing." He grinned. However much he loved to sleep in, he fared well with getting up early, as he had done it almost every day of his life. Zephyr resumed mentally criticizing his tan until she just collapsed in his lap. He then groaned. "Wait, nooo.. we're supposed to be walking out there. Not dying in here." He complained, standing up and pretty much just setting her on her feet. "Nap after lunch, comprendae?" He smiled slightly. In a good mood this morning, he guided her towards the door and opened it. Maybe sunlight would wake her up. It would put him in the slightest of worse moods, but he'd be fine. He put an arm around her shoulders, while walking forward, kind of hoping she didn't try to fall over.

"Unfortunately, you are." Tempe called over her shoulder, huffing. She let out a dramatic groan at his words, matching the tone. "But dying in here is so much more funnnn...." She whined, huffing as he picked her up like a doll and made her stand up. She pouted up at him halfheartedly, huffing. "Fine." She muttered, perking up when his arm found it's way around her shoulders. She curled her arm around his torso, tugging herself into his side eagerly.

Zephyr rolled his eyes, then let out a small snort. He finished walking towards the door, smiling slightly as she clung on. As he closed the door behind them and headed towards the lunch tables, he was met face to face with Chiron, who looked.. different. Less rudely emotionless and egotistical.

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"Zephyrus, Temperence. I need your help. The demigods we sent on this quest, unfortunately, failed. I need you two to take down the Cyclops. There is a Rogue group of them threatening to tear down anything that stands in their way, and they must be stopped. Go to the Oracle for your quest." With that, Chiron turned to wheel away.

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Zephyr stared in wide eyes amazement before acting. "We just went on one of your stupid quests and we almost died! Yet we completed it anyway! Why would we do this?!" He exclaimed, irritation lacing his voice, which suddenly turned colder than an Antarctic breeze. "You cannot expect us to go where you want, when you want." He all but hissed, his dark eyes glittering coldly, his face defiant.

Tempe kept herself at Zephyr's side, having a grand time until Chiron and his horse half decided to come up and ruin it. Immediately, she was scowling. Anything he was seeing them directly about? It meant it was something he wanted. She narrowed her eyes as Chiron sprinted through his explanation, whipping her free hand back and smacking it against the horse hind in front of her. "No." She snapped, glaring at the centaur. "You dont get to ignore the fact that we exist until you need us, especially not with an explanation like that. Give us details, at least, you hairy ass. Which cyclopes? Did the previous group die or were they missing in action? Could they be alive? Give us something, if you're gonna ask for that!" She snapped, a gentle crackle of electricity crawling down her free forearm. Controlled, for the moment. She wasn't burning, either. Yet.

Zephyr's jaw tensed, anger lighting in his onyx eyes. He didn't pull away from Tempe, but his grip loosened slightly as he cast a steely hard, cold as the arctic sea glare at Chiron.

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The centaur looked back with a frown at the reactions. "The Oracle will give you details. All I can say is that this is a new group of much more aggressive cyclops, and the old group's bodies were found." He said curtly. "I shall not reveal any more to you both at this point. Go and visit the Oracle.

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Zephyr clenched his jaw. "So they're dead. Gone. Not a care in the world on your part, because you didn't have to do anything. All you do is send these young teenagers, even sometimes children, to their death, while you stand by and watch like a lump of sausage waiting to be broiled. How are these Cyclops OUR problem in any way?" He snarled, his free fist clenching tightly, his body gradually getting slightly colder. Although he was getting better at controlling it, skeletons still were poking their fingers out of the earth, begging to be let out. "What's stopping us from leaving this hellhole and fending on our own? We'd probably be safer." He snapped, his frozen eyes boring into Chiron's. Zephyr was furious- they had just been to Tartarus for the gods, for Chiron, and had barely made it out alive. Now he wanted them to go on another suicide mission? One where demigods had already given their lives? He could feel his nails digging into his palm as he clenched his fist, but he didn't care. He was more than ready to punch Chiron into the next universe.

Tempe's concern flicked from the unfairness of the situation to Zeph after a moment, when his skin became chilled against hers. She shifted off from him slightly so she could grab his hand, giving it a soft squeeze. She glared after Chiron for his words, letting the charged air around her surge toward Chiron. A threat. She took in a deep breath after, glancing to Zephyr. "Hey." She murmured softly, gently trailing her hand over his back to rub at it gently. "Let's... see what it's about. For... for the kids." She murmured, shifting to face him with the suggestion.