The Big House is a four story mansion now thanks to the efforts of Annabeth before her demise. Chiron, Dionysus, Argus and a few others reside here, but the basement level of the mansion serves as an Infirmary. Apollo (Both the Greek and Roman counterparts) and Aesciapulis demigods usually reside here to tend to the wounds of others. They have help. Hestia, the goddess of the Hearth and The Last Olympian is here, her hearth blazing in the center, providing a homely presence. She assists in more ways than one. Do not take her youthful appearance for granted however. She waged war for both the Greeks and the Romans at the last minute during the Third Prophetic War after all. All to protect the one place every demigod needs: A home.
This special circumstance has been created from the injury of a demigod. Hestia shall tend to his wounds, but a child of Eris should know not to deceive a goddess of endless wisdom.
A mod shall play Hestia to keep Michael company
DoomedAngelForgivenDemon
Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2016 7:18 pm
Michael frowned as he approached the infirmary. He didn't like doctors. It had something to do with the fact that the lied and garnered as much trust he did. Albeit they were all good lies. They just made him leery. It wasn't that he couldn't handle being lied to, not at all. Its just the false hope they provided. He hated getting his hopes up for something and have them come crashing down around him. Michael walked to the door and sighed deeply before he entered. He wasn't sure of the protocol, but he figured just entering when he was hurt wouldn't do to much. "Um Hello? I sorta got my hand broken." he called curious if anyone would hear him.
The Infirmary was much different from before. Unlike before, at camp Gemini, the place actually resembled a large four story mansion with blue painting fixated upon it's outer wooden walls. There was a fountain in the center, which had Perseus and his men posed in the epic clash against Medusa, water pouring out of her mouth as the hero was in mid air with a swing aimed for her head.
It reminded her of Percy, they often heard Annabeth state before her final mission occurred. Regardless of the matter, the Big House now lied on a small island, resting in the center of both camps with bridges that connected it with the rest of the land.
It's features had not changed. The Oracle would occasionally reside in the attic, now cleaned up with the exception of a few prized items stored in boxed. Chiron and Dionysus, sometimes the latter appearing as Bacchus, kept to the top two floors with Argus patrolling every now and then. The basement had very much remained the same: An infirmary. The only difference was that this time, there was a rather homely figure always awaiting the wounded demigods. Creatures like Satyrs, Naids and other Nymphs, they mostly had other means of healing themselves and never required having to step inside unless there was something beyond their capabilities. Demigods needed help the most and who better to help them and the goddess of the hearth herself?
When Michael entered, he would smell the beautiful fragrance of potpourri heating on candle warmer. The room was mostly dark. the sunlight providing the scene of a beautiful morning that otherwise required no light. There was however, a fire burning, making the room warm. Not too hot nor too cold. Just the perfect temperature.
"It's your hand isn't it?" The voice was youthful with a hint of energy. When Michael would look around, at the center of the fire would be a girl tending to it's flames. The Infirmary was not made to resemble modern housing. No. It was in fact a blend of both the Roman and Greek homesteads, a hearth fixated in the brick styled room with numerous beds circled around it. The girl looked at Michael a bit and for a few seconds, he could see the flicker in her eyes, the gold fire dancing around the pupils as she rose from the log she sat upon.
She never needed to ask him if it was his arm. She already knew the answer, but it was always better to hear it from the mouth of a child seeking help than to simply talk as if she never needed to hear them speak. That was something more akin of Hera, but not her. Not Hestia. Even when she is under her Roman counterpart, her much more brutal persona, she was the merciful and softest goddess among the others, the one who valued the sanctity of home and family more than Hera.
"Care to explain what happened?"
Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 4:45 pm
Michael sighes as he breathes in. he didnt have a phobia of doctors exactly just he didnt trust them. he felt almost comfortable, but at the back of his mind he was uncomfortable. he walked towards the hearth and sighed. the inevitable always rears its ugly head. "yeah its my right hand, and it got broken by a rather touchy child of Mars. He Kind of snapped it when i offered a friendly handshake." he said awkwardly and followed it with a cough. "so how long should this take? honestly im not the most comfortable with...these situations." he says looking at his right hand and sighs
Hestia looked at the hand and then back at the male. She sighed softly as she extended her arms out, presenting the hearth to the male. she would handle the problem there.
"As long as it needs to make sure you're fully healed. Demigods already struggle against the world, but conflict among themselves makes it even terrible." She knew what actually occurred, though it really was not her business to meddle into the situation. Rather, she simply bopped his nose slightly before raising his hand up to wrap it."Candour isn't someone I would recommend you pester intentionally. He's...one of the extremely violent children. A hidden cunning lies in there."
Her method was simple, his hand would be placed over the hearth where the fires would mend the broken bones. She was expecting someone else as well.
"The hearth should heal you in a matter of moments rather than weeks. Maybe just in time for tonight. Let's get started."
DoomedAngelForgivenDemon
Robotic Dominican
Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 9:05 pm
Michael frowned softly "well i learned that pretty fast. so youre sure that the fire will work?" michael says with a little doubt. i mean its not that he doesn't trust her its just. he didnt see how the fire was going to help him.
Klayko
im sorry i havent posted in a while. ive just been a bit busy.
