well wow apparently gods exist (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

"FREAKS? GODS ARE NOT FREAKS! If you…" He deeply inhaled.

"By the dictionary definition, yeah, you're freaks." Becoming steely again, Mozzarella fingered the locket absentmindedly.

Havenwood growled gently under his breath. And you're a poor fool.
"You'd better not call Zeus that if you meet him. He'll blow you up on the spot."

"Oh, so I'm going to meet the guy?" Mozzarella raised her eyebrows. Perhaps, perhaps, 'Artemis' had enough kindness in that dead, shriveled brain of his to at least let her sleep one night more. "Do we have to rush?"

Havenwood narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"What do you mean, 'what are you talking about'? Do we have to rush over to Olympus right this minute or can I get a decent amount of sleep before I start defending the gods?"

"Unless you want Gods to die, yeeaaah, maybe take a whole week for a vacation…" He swayed his hips. "Mmmm… I heard Hawaii is great this time of year… YYYeeeeessss…." All of this was an act of obvious sarcasm.

Mozzarella raised her eyebrows at him, not amused in the slightest.
"I get to keep all my guns. You cannot lay a hand on me. Or anything of mine. I get to live decently and I won't die. Agreed?" She asked, checking off on her fingers all the necessities.

"No, you won't be able to keep your guns. I need them to help defend Mt Olympus. All of the others, I will easily comply with." Havenwood tossed the hair from his face and glared at her as if saying, "Why would I want to touch anything of the likes of you?"

"Oh, so you need my guns? Thoughtcha said I can't shoot gods with these, hm?" Mozzarella returns the look of disgust.
(I still ship it the shipping must happen at some point in time its gotta be gradual though)

(who cares about gradualism we gottA NEWWWMM)

"I'm not… I'm not fighting my own kind, dimwit." Havenwood sighed.

"Who the heck wants to attack gods? Crazed Italians from next door or what? And hey, why can't you just kill 'em?" Mozzarella asks, agitated and nervous to get a move on.

"Just go away. All you'll be doing is supplying. If you truly cared about what was going on I wouldn't see that look on your face." Havenwood turned away and started to walk. "Once you've finished a weapon just open up the locket and say my name into it."

"I hate you at the moment, not the cause. C'mon, it's not every day one sees a giant god person with freakin' lightning at his disposal. Why can't I meet the guy? Zeus, was it?"
(plz make him reconsider like anh she's not half bad and actually take her there and eventually there's no more room so she sleeps in the same room as him and there are terribly executed pranks (as one's a god) and stuff)

(yeee i gotchuuuu)

"So you want to live there? You know, Zeus is an ass. I would know, because I was his son. He's not great, and neither am I! Just stay here and make weapons." He huffed and turned back around. A good sign.

"I don't care if he's an ass, he's a god - probably a better one than you - and I'm not passing up the chance to see him. Is he an old fart? I can live with that." Mozzarella shifts her weight from one leg to another, looking up at him from under hr bangs.

"He's… No. You don't want to see him, because if you do, he'll want you to stay, most likely with me. And we'll get a hell of a lot more of each other and I don't think you want that, nor do I." He crossed his arms.

"I don't care, I'll live on the streets. It won't be too hard. I. Want. To. See. Zeus!" Mozzarella insists, becoming more annoying by the second.

"No! He will make you live with me since you're helping me and he doesn't want you dead! Plus he'd blame me! No!"

"I DON'T GIVE A HOOT! I'LL PRANK YOU TO MAKE IT MORE BEARABLE, PAINT THE PLACE YELLOW, I WANT TO SEE ZEUS!"

"PRANKING ME WON'T MAKE IT MORE BEARABLE YOU IDIOT!"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW?"

"BECAUSE I HAPPEN TO KNOW THAT PRANKS ARE RIDICULOUS, AND SO ARE YOU!"

"Gee, thanks. I'll find something to do, I want to meet Zeus! Bend to my will, please!" Mozzarella found herself begging - which was so not her.

"Fine, fine!" Havenwood inhaled deeply.

"Thanks. That's it though. One thank. Now, can I sleep here tonight? Or are we going right away as Mr. Bossy suggested?" She melted back into her old street life tone.

"I don't know. I guess whenever we see Zeus."

"That doesn't answer my question, nitwit. Can I sleep here tonight or no?"

"YES! Unless you want to go marching into his castle now." Havenwood glared at her.

"In that case, goodnight, Artemis The Creep." Mozzarella refused to give up on the nickname, slamming the little green door shut behind her.