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Kyrie groaned as Orsion spoke, his dry humor not as amusing as Kyrie would've liked amidst the chaos of their sudden departure.
"I appreciate the vote of confidence," he said with a wry smile, leaning his elbows on the railing beside the other boy.
"Muscle, huh? I suppose that makes sense. I'll try not to disappoint, though I would hope Heracles would be the first to any battle. Though when it comes to hauling oars, I'd hope you'll be the first," he said cheerfully, studying the demigod beside him. The ship creaked as it rocked gently on the waves, the oars slicing through the water in a steady rhythm. The salty breeze whipped Kyrie’s golden hair, and he inhaled deeply, trying to find some semblance of calm in the vastness of the sea. “Real glory, huh?” he mused, echoing Orsion’s earlier words. His voice was quieter now, almost reflective. “I’m not sure I buy into all that. Sure, stories of heroism sound nice, but when you’re the one living them… well, it’s a bit different, isn’t it?” He let out a small, bitter laugh. “Still, dying defending your home sounds better than being remembered as ‘that guy who died rowing a boat.’” Kyrie straightened, his eyes following the retreating shoreline until it was little more than a blur. “I’m here now, though. No turning back, even if I wanted to. And let’s be honest, what’s life without a little risk?” His tone brightened, his signature grin returning as he glanced at Orsion. “Besides, I can’t let you get all the glory. I’d never hear the end of it, if I'm supposed to be the one who's a hero.” As the boat sailed farther into open waters, Kyrie tilted his face to the sun, letting its warmth chase away any lingering doubts. This might not be the safest or smartest path, but it was his now. “Alright, Orsion,” he said, slapping the railing lightly. “If you’re done philosophizing, let’s see if this fancy boat of Jason’s really lives up to what he thinks it will. And if it doesn’t, well…” He smirked. "I hope I'm next to you, so when your dad comes to save you, he might take pity on me too." |
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Orsion tipped his head lightly as his hands gripped the oar. His shoulders rippled, pulling upward and pushing the oar downward in rhythm with the other men who were at the oars. His own smile grew just slightly as Kyrie ribbed him in return. "Bah, I couldn't take glory if it were handed to me on a platter," he responded loosely, shrugging for a moment or two. "That would be far too easy and not exactly the most fulfilling, one could say." Philosophizing. Ha. Orsion wasn't much of a philosopher, he just echoed what he had seen and read. Granted, it was a bit more than others but it was just mere observations and nothing more. That was all he was. He was an observer and not a hero or anything else. An idle warrior at best. "Ha!" The laughter jumped from his throat before he could even think about what to say. Poseidon? Caring about him? Oh, yeah right! That god didn't hardly care about anyone at all--let alone his own kin. Zeus cared more about his own kinfolk than Poseidon ever would. "Listen, I don't know what far off fantasy you've got about Poseidon but let me set one thing straight," Orsion's tone was full of a dry jeering note. "Poseidon doesn't care. He doesn't care I exist, he won't care that I'm on this boat, my father? Good luck." He often, in his mind, figured that he was worse than Zeus. Zeus at least had sons like Heracles and Apollo, sons that would go out and be something. Do something special. His brother? He went around for fun, not for heroes. The resulting mistakes and messes were someone else's problem and never his own. He knew that full well. "You'll have better luck getting me to save you," Orsion responded lightly, not wanting to entirely scare his newfound friend off. "I might not be able to drown but I can at least help you not drown either." |
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Kyrie watched Orsion as he worked the oar, the steady pull of his shoulders a testament to a strength that the golden boy himself lacked. His brows quirked slightly at the warrior’s laugh and the biting edge to his words about Poseidon. There was something raw there, a bitterness that Kyrie decided not to prod too deeply just yet. “Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine?” Kyrie said lightly, his voice laced with good-natured sarcasm as he leaned back against the railing. “You’re probably right, though. Gods rarely seem to care unless there’s something in it for them.” He lifted his gaze to the endless blue horizon, where the sea seemed to kiss the sky. “Still, I figure it can’t hurt to hope for a little divine intervention every now and then. But, if the gods are too busy being... well, gods, I’ll take you up on that rescue offer.” He turned his eyes back to Orsion, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “You’ve got the arms for it, after all. I’m sure you could haul me out of the water if the boat goes belly up.” Kyrie’s fingers trailed idly along the wood of the railing as he studied Orsion’s expression. There was more to him than the sardonic tone and dry humor, a weight he carried that Kyrie suspected had nothing to do with the oar in his hands. “Besides,” Kyrie added after a moment, his voice softening, “if you’re an observer, like you say, maybe it’s time to change that. Take some of that glory for yourself. Even if it’s not on a platter. What I am going to do, become the next great hero? That sounds terrible. I'm honestly glad that I don't have to live while being well-known. Name one hero who was happy.” He gave Orsion a sidelong glance, his hazel eyes gleaming with a challenge. “But if that still doesn't sound like a joy, there's always the job to make sure these men don't get big heads. Someone’s got to make sure the heroes don’t get too full of themselves.” His grin widened, the teasing lilt returning to his voice. “And judging by this crew, that’s going to be a full-time job. I mean, look at Heracles. He's prowling around the boat, but is he actually doing anything? And where has our fearless leader run off to?” |
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Orsion shook his head lightly and chuckled. A ray of sunshine? "No no, that's your job," he returned loosely, falling silent to listen to the words the man was speaking. He had it down pretty well. Gods didn't care unless there was something there for them. And even then, if it wasn't for them... it was likely to piss off another one of the gods. Which was a surprise to absolutely no one. Orsion let out a sharper laugh and shook his head. He wasn't going to say that Kyrie would likely be the first one he'd rescue, but he wouldn't deny it if asked. His eyebrow raised slightly, glancing up toward the man out of the corner of his eye. As far as he knew... he hadn't said anything of being an observer--maybe in his head. But then again, who knew what his expression was really telling. His green eyes swiveled around the deck of the ship, finding Heracles wandering around the railing and watching the sea. He was clearly itching for a fight or battle or something to happen. Jason, though, was harder to spot. Orsion's brow furrowed together, squinting lightly before he gestured with his head toward the starboard of the ship. "He's gathering rope up there," he pointed out, "but I wouldn't exactly stick around if they do. It's the big-headed arrogance that spells downfall of a journey and hero." He'd at least like to actually do something cool before he died. Everyone knew the stories of Achilles. Not everyone knew the story of the other warriors who died alongside them. Because they didn't do anything more than die. What a life. "I'm just here for the fun of it," Orsion added with an equally teasing tone, "just here for fun and games. The moment it actually gets remotely serious? Nah, I'm headed out." |
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Kyrie let out a low laugh, shaking his head at Orsion’s dry wit. “Ah, yes, because abandoning ship mid-quest is *definitely* how to secure your place in the legends,” he quipped, leaning a little closer as he smirked. “They’ll sing songs of Orsion, the Bold... who decided the whole thing was too much effort and went off to do something more entertaining.” He let the teasing linger for a moment before his gaze followed Orsion’s nod toward Jason. Sure enough, the leader of the expedition was busying himself with the ropes, a determined focus in his posture. Kyrie’s expression softened briefly, though it wasn’t entirely clear if it was admiration or pity. “Arrogance does seem to be a common trait among heroes,” Kyrie admitted, his voice quieter now. “I suppose it’s easier to think you’re invincible when the stakes are high.” He let out a soft sigh, his fingers drumming idly on the railing. “But you’re not wrong. That kind of arrogance gets people into bad situations. Or worse, killed, and drag others down with them.” He straightened up, his usual playful demeanor returning as he cast Orsion a sidelong glance. “And yet, here we are. On a ship with a bunch of arrogant heroes and an oar-wielding cynic. What could possibly go wrong?” Kyrie tilted his head, golden hair catching the sunlight in a way that almost seemed deliberate. “For someone who’s ‘just here for the fun,’ you seem awfully invested in surviving,” he teased lightly. “Not that I blame you. I’d hate for your glorious exit to be overshadowed by, I don’t know... falling overboard and getting eaten by some giant fish Poseidon forgot he made.” He grinned, leaning back on the railing with a self-satisfied air. “But hey, if you’re planning to cut and run, give me a heads-up. I might want to tag along. Not that I’d leave for *fun and games,* mind you. But someone’s got to keep you out of trouble, right?” |
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Orsion let out a longer laugh and shook his head. "Hey, they might call it heroics and whatnot, but I find that saving my butt is a better idea. If we're going on a journey, I'd rather do it a smart way than start thinking with my balls and not my brain," he gestured half-heartedly toward Heracles as he made his last comment, "that, my friend, is how you get into trouble." He shook his head lightly and focused on the rhythm of the oar again. Not that he was really using his strength to push it, he was, in reality, just using the water nearby to push and pull the oar since that required far less physical effort. "Survival is how you tell the tale. I am going to tell the tale and I am not going to be part of the 'oh they died' group. If I'm getting heroics, I'm getting it while I'm still alive. Besides, if it's a far off goal, at least I won't be disappointed if it doesn't happen." He leaned back again with the motion of the oar. "I'm sure we can keep each other out of trouble. It's not exactly like we're... attached to anyone here," Orsion commented in return, his eyes drawing out across the sea driven waves. While the waves were fair and mild at the moment, there was no telling when they would whip up into a frenzy. And it was always a slow build up into it. The demigod of Poseidon turned his green gaze back to Kyrie. "Where do you think we'll land first?" |
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