"Greta. You know who your 'godly parent' is?"

Vicky drew a knife from her sheath and readied her stance, "I may not be a knight but I can hold my own Sir Leon." She mocked him, an evil smirk upon her face, "I warn you... When I fight, I prefer not to hold back." twisting her knife in hand, she pulled out a second knife and held it in her other hand. "Get ready, Sir Knight!"

(Astaroth)
I chuckled sheepishly. "Yeah, Hypnos. It's kinda funny, though. We - Leon, Vicky and I - were at the lake, and I suddenly fell asleep because I have narcolepsy, and then I got claimed." I giggled. "I kinda imagine Hypnos seeing me fall asleep and then he puts his hands on his hips and says 'that's my boy!'" I laughed at my own made up story. "It's really inconvenient, though. I fall asleep all the time, and that's bad, considering I like to spend my time climbing trees and running around!" I laughed again. "And you, Greta? Who's yours?"

"Hestia. The one Olympian goddess that nobody knows even though she's a chief goddess." She laughed

(Leon)
"I'll try not to hold back anything either." I said, with a bow. Then, we were ready. "Have at you!" I yelled, running up to her and swinging my sword with all of my might.

(Astaroth)
I grinned. "Hestia! That's so cool! Do you have any powers?" I asked curiously, sitting up and crossing my legs so that I was paying full attention to her.

"Architecture identification and problem solving. Powers that shake nations." She said sarcastically. "You?"

(Astaroth)
My eyes widened. "That's way cooler than mine! My power is basically napping." I burst out laughing, then explained. "I can basically mess with people's sleeping patterns, travel through dreams and make poppies grow. But they make people sleepy, so there's no point in giving them to anyone." I mumbled. "The only cool thing I can do is grow bird wings on my back, and I haven't even perfected that yet!" I grumbled. "It's so dumb. Once I got them working and started flying, but they poofed away and I fell onto the ground. I was lucky that I didn't break anything!" I exclaimed. "Problem solving and architectural identification are at least guaranteed to work, right? They're still great powers!"

"Yes, but bird wings could save your life. When would 'That's a midvictorian era' save a life?"

"Stop moving!" London patted the boy's face with her handkerchief. "Again, super sorry. I have great reflexes- maybe it comes from my dad." She realized she hadn't introduced herself. "London Nova, daughter of Apollo. Recently claimed."