It's the 1950s, just after WW2, the demigods are sent on a quest from the gods themselves. Zeus, after discovering the Norse have a secret stash of golden apples, wants some. So, he sends the demigods on a quest. But do they stay on the quest... or decide to fight back?

Personality:
Kalen is cunning. He just is. He's quick and witty but always thinking ahead. It's a fatal flaw to always be thinking, always be planning and prepared. Always thinking ahead and always planning on how to help his house be the best. By whatever means possible.

He can heal with his words--technically even a little bit himself, but he prefers to fight. He prefers to make things far more "interesting" than they really should be. After all, Kalen is everything. He is confident, he is witty, he is smart, he is always thinking ahead. Everything points to him being cunning and confident in the way he moves. His smile, his grin, the way he holds himself with all the confidence in the world, the way he laughs, seems to just blend in wherever he goes.

But he gets a bit uncertain when he has to actually be responsible. Or is asked about his past. No one quite knows it. Either way, Kalen can be--and surely is--a bit of a bully. But it is far more behind the scenes than one would originally think. Under the masks, Kalen isn't sure who or what to be. Sure, everyone else already knows. But when one can simply hide under a mask that everyone likes? How can he be sure if it's really him?

Kalen won't admit it, he will lash out when someone tries to see what is under the mask. His words are a knife to the soul. Poised, sharp and always at the ready.

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In all honesty, if he was entirely honest with himself, the last thing he had expected the entire day was a thunderstorm. The morning had been pristine and clear, so warm and bright. It had been a wonderful start to a Saturday. The birds overhead chirped and fluttered about from tree to tree, the cars puttering along the street on main.

The young man sat outside on the table, finishing the last of his meal. It was lunch time, of course it was. Who could say no to the warm day, warm meal, fresh soda and a day to yourself? Not him, that's for sure. Kalen leaned back, sipping idly from the glass as he watched everyone slide on by. He waved, amicably, to others and relished the warmth. Not being stuck in classes was a plus. He was almost done--almost done with school. Granted, he had taken a year to earn some extra funds to go to college but even still. The warm spring day was the precursor to his last semester.

But the clouds rolled in almost without warning. The dark and angry grey clashed together with aggressive flashes of light that burst through the peace of a spring day.

Kalen all but scrambled to head inside, chuckling and shaking his head. Warm spring air mixing with the cool wind from the jet stream? Oh it was a mix for a solid thunderstorm easily.

As he finished his drink inside, Kalen reluctantly began to make his way to the door. He could probably make it home without getting too wet.

Well, to be fair, he didn't get wet. Kalen took three steps outside of the diner and found himself all but struck. The flash of lightning blinded him for a good moment, the sound rattling his bones. But he wasn't... injured. At least he didn't feel injured.

Instead, a face looked down on him that he had hoped not to see in ages.

Zeus.

The god didn't look bad, he didn't look too old either, with pepper grey hair, eyes of dazzling blue mixed with golden streaks, a fair complexion and a rugged jawline. He was almost okay. But mostly not.

"Wonderful to see you here," he thundered, naturally. "I need you and Janet here to help me with something."

It took every single bone in Kalen's body not to respond verbally and simply just nod once.

"The Norse have golden apples that make them immortal," Zeus mused slowly. "Now, we all know who else... lingers over there. We need to help... make sure we can grow some as well. So, you two are tasked with going and getting golden apples for us!"

"They know we're coming?" Kalen finally broke his silence.

Zeus shook his head. "No, they're too proud to ask for help. But ... Apollo is worried. So, go off, hurry!"

The god ushered them back out of the throne room, and into the bustling streets of Los Angeles. Kalen glanced toward the young woman, a touch worried but not entirely confused. It was almost obvious that it wasn't his first rodeo. "... I hope he has somebody to take my finals. If I have to redo everything, I'm going to throw hands."

The first thing that Kalen really got to have as a response to his surprise of a new mission was some young woman beside him who commented dryly about how she would love to see him take on a god. Well, that current point in time? He was really debating it. But her question prompted at least a touch of a question in his mind. Where to now? His hands lowered to his sides briefly while he scrambled through his mind.

Finally, he lifted his hands up again, setting them on his hips.

"Well," he finally mused, slowly, glancing over toward the young woman and his new future partner in... godly missions. "If I had to take a guess, the Norse are mostly Scandinavian. Which means Denmark, Sweden... that area. Norway, you get the idea," he waved one hand idly and looked around the puttering streets and cars. "However, I did not come from this place. Uhm," Kalen lifted one hand and rubbed the back of his neck. "To be honest? I lived in Montana, not Los Angeles."

Which, if that was the right course of action, a map was a good start. Also money.

Kalen's brow furrowed for a moment, his hands moving from the sides of his hips towards his pockets. A small burst of shock rippled through his chest, finding the wad of crumpled bills, odd coins and such shoved in his pockets.

His piercing green eyes finally slid over to study this Janet. Well, slid down. She stood a good foot shorter than him, with a thin figure, dirty blond hair, and faded blue eyes.

She could've blended in quite well compared to everyone else. The absolute giant of a fool next to her would stand out in a crowd of anyone.

"... how do you feel about flying?" Kalen finally prompted. "Also, Kalen Hemera," he stuck his hand out for her to shake. "Janet, right?"

A library had not been in the realm of what Kalen had been thinking of. But, now that she had said it, it actually seemed like a fair idea. Finding a map would be easy enough, brushing up on a little bit of Nordic culture and mythology would probably aid a lot in the whole 'we should keep track of things' area.

"Yeah," he said slowly, glancing around. With the fading storm lingering in the distant horizon, the air was fresh and clear. The smell of rain filled the warm breeze as the sun returned to his normal place, heating the world below.

He hadn't noticed the way she had looked back at him, too busy trying to see if he couldn't figure out an approximation of where they were at.

As she returned his greeting, he glanced over and flashed her a brief wane smile. "Eh, at least it wasn't just a deity. But, yeah. I imagine flying on a plane. I'm figuring, since it's Zeus, we'll have safe passageways through the air. Which is going to be far easier to cross the ... entirety--why Los Angeles?" Kalen finally grumbled, pushing one hand through his hair. "Of all places, Los Angeles? He couldn't have dropped us off by New York or something over on the East Coast..."

His hand fell to his side, shaking his head. "Good grief. Anyways, we'll figure that out later. We can, however, snag a greyhound for now... since those tend to go cross country, if that's alright with you."

Kalen hadn't entirely been sure of how much money was in his pocket. It was not his own but it was there.

Kalen had a good point, why were they in Los Angeles? It was further from their destination than where either of them had come from, it just didn’t add up. It was unfamiliar and busy, not a good combination in her opinion, with people walking past to get wherever they’re going and not sparing them a glance.

“Well it’s a quest or something so I’m guessing they couldn’t just make it easy, that would take away from the whole ‘if this doesn’t get done something very bad is going to happen’ feeling.” Jannet mused, pondering the situation for a moment and enjoying the sun's returned warmth. “Stuff like this has never been easy or made much sense though, right? They’re gods, but they can’t tell us where to go or get us there.”

She fiddled with her satchel’s strap, thinking before his question caught her attention.

“Hmm? Yeah, that’s fine with me. I have some cash on me as well if we need it,” Janet offered with a small smile.

(I was in a hurry, sorry it's not longer)