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Sophie turned to at the guy who had tried to "defend" her. "And he has about 1/3 of my intelligence. He's obviously not getting the point. I don't even know who he is, and much less what he wants. So leave me alone," she growled at the biker. She was still half-contemplating why she had called him Ares. Mythology on the brain, she decided.

Sophie raised an eyebrow. "No shooting bows in the Library. That would seem very obvious to most thinking observers." She picked up The Illiad. I'm just going to check this out and leave."

"Okay, the first time that 'walking dictionary' thing was okay. Now it's just plain annoying. My name is Sophie Pallas Raptis, and you will address me as Sophie." She turned around and went to go check out her book.

Typical...typical of the Norse to use something that would wipe the memory as well. Here she was, a fully-fledged goddess with all the wisdom and strategies of war at her very fingertips and all she wanted to do was check out a damned book.

Apparently, the twins also had no memory of who they were as well since they felt the need to defend who to them must have been a stranger.

When she called him Ares, however, he raised a brow.

"So, there's still some memory left in there," he said to himself as he folded his arms. There had to have been afterall, since Apollo and Artemis had managed to find each other.

So why had he managed to retain his memory then?

Suddenly a thought struck him and he reached inside his back pocket and pulled out a book. It was Ares very own Book of War. Of course, a divine item let me keep at least some of my memory then. If that was the case, were he to get his hands on more divine items, then maybe he could once again reclaim his place on Olympus as a God of War.

He looked down and sneered at the girl who called herself Sophie, a mortal trapped with divine potential and not even caring about regaining her godliness. Goddess of Wisdom indeed. Maybe it would be better to be the only deity of war on Olympus.

"Have it your way then," he said giving her a half-nod before turning away. "You prefer to rot in your mortal prison, then do it without me."

It wasn't out of anger or malice that he said it, but more out of frustration. Here he was already being forced to condescend and try and enlist the help of all the gods which was already against his proud nature and he was being rejected in preference to mortality and lost memories.

"You ever get the desire to find out who you really are, give me a call," he said tossing her a card with his cell number on it. "That goes for you two, Apollo and Artemis."

With that, the former God of War left the library, a deadly serious expression across his face. A light pitter-patter of rain began to fall complimenting his dark mood. He needed a way to find Zeus first, either him or Poseidon and Hades. If they were to ever even have a ghost of a chance, he needed them.

"Yeah he did," Alan said. It was kind of weird but it seemed not so out of the ordinary when he did. He got a eerily familiar feeling from the guy, like he was used to hearing him yell.

Sophie raised an eyebrow at the man's strange words. "I have no interest whatsoever," she said, but stuffed the card into her pocket. It was a crazy thought, but this guy might know something about her real parents...or be one of her real parents. Urgh. No. He seemed like he would be an older sibling or something...why did she keep thinking he was related to her?
She looked at the name on the card. Ares. Hmm. How did she ever guess that, unless some subconscious part of her recognized him? Well, it was entirely possible. She shrugged and went to go check out her book.

((Sophie thinks she's adopted, by the way...))

Alan thinks for a second, "Hey sis do you think this guy has a point I mean before today I never thought that much about mythology but now it seems like it's pretty much occuring all around me." Alan just coinsiders what he's said, Damn, maybe I'm losing my mind.