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dionysus,
triton

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Characters: Triton, Dionysus
Date/Time: Beginning Monday, December 26, 2011
Location: Mackinac Island, MI mostly
Rating: Probably nothing too bad... PG-13 at worst?
Warnings: Possibly language
Summary: Triton is following the next clue to finding his father's trident... oh, and his cousin is coming along for the ride.

Triton was quick to arrive in Michigan. He'd made all the necessary reservations, even had a car in his name. Perhaps his family hadn't been exactly delighted by his need to leave New York so quickly after Christmas, but he did not want to delay this any more than necessary.

His cousin Dionysus was supposed to be meeting him here somewhere. So far, the sea prince didn't see the wine god. Well, no matter. He could do this perfectly well without his drunken cousin along if he needed to.

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"This is my father's trident we're speaking of. I doubt you have the same vested personal interest," Triton said flatly.

"I need you to not get us kicked out. Beyond that, I don't care, so long as you don't interfere. I'm not sure if the Trident is actually on the island or not. I don't sense it, but being human now, that's not a big surprise," he continued with a shrug, "But, one doesn't get results by going soft on the troops. Discipline at all times--now that's the Greek way to get things done."

"Last I checked, we're not in Greece. And, so I'm a 'troop' now, huh?" he asked, amused. "Does that mean I get one of those big helmets with the fuzzy crest on it like in 300?"
He settled down lower in his seat as the Michigan forest sped by outside. "I may know war-- but if you wanted discipline, boy, did you ever come to the wrong guy," he said. He took a closer look at Triton next to him. "Something's bothering you, I can tell-- and it's not just me getting on your nerves, but something deeper. What gives?"

"We may not be in Greece, but that is no reason to abandon the traditions we were born to, Cousin," Triton said crisply, "I have every intention in keeping my skills sharp so as to command my father's armies once more. Discipline, duty, leadership, respect--these are the measure of a man in the kingdoms of the sea. Clearly, things are different for you shore-dwellers."

Triton shrugged.
"You're hardly a soldier. Still, I suppose you're the best I have at the present moment. Follow my commands, and it you really want a crested helmet, I'm sure I can find one for you somewhere."

The sea prince frowned at Dionysus's question.
"I'm not sure what you mean, Cousin. I am not bothered by anything. I am focused on the goal of carrying out this duty that I have taken as assignment."

"Hardly a soldier? Ha. No. I'm not a soldier at all," he said. "There's a difference between being a soldier and just whupping some ass that needs it. Still, the helmet is badass, and you can't tell me you don't want one too," Dionysus grinned.

"Duty," he mused. "I've heard it well-spoken of. Me, I'll have no truck with it-- what gives me meaning is right here," he said, and nudged the bottle-filled pack with his foot.

"Man, I'm thirsty, though. How much longer?"

Triton just shook his head ever so slightly when he heard the bottles clink inside Dionysus's bag.

"We board the ferry here," he announced, parking the car. "I hope you're in shape for walking. No motor vehicles are permitted on the island." He gave his cousin a disdainful once-over. "And you'll probably not be permitted onto the grounds at the Grand Hotel. Not unless you have something less... scruffy in which to present yourself."

"Your faith in me is truly heartening, dear cousin," he quipped, getting out of the car and hoisting his bag onto his shoulder. "Don't worry, I've got better clothes. And if it's a dress code you're worried about, I've got experience getting around those."

"I would prefer you exercise a shred of decorum rather than "get around" the dress code," Triton said crisply as he prepared to board the ferry.

"And I would prefer to have a pony made of Everclear. It is unfortunate that fate does not always grant our wishes," Dionysus muttered under his breath as he followed his cousin aboard.

Triton shot his cousin a look to warn him that his patience, though longer than his father's, was not infinite.
"Just do as I tell you, and we should be fine," he said as soon as they disembarked.

Triton looked up the hill.
"We're here to find a weapon. I suggest the fort."

Dionysus turned slowly, his face fixed in a look of intensity that he hadn't worn yet on this trip. After completing a full circle on his heel, he relaxed and faced Triton. "You may be right; I get the sense that there's something in that direction at least."

"Then let's not waste any time." Triton marched right up the hill to the fort, and began to look around, keeping an eye on anyone watching them too closely.

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