"Thank you ladies and here is an extra one for each of you. You brought us here five seconds early. You guys are really starting to out do yourselves." He smiled and hopped from the cab, his foot barely out the door before they ripped off again. Looking down, Styx helped Lydia up.
"You do realize, you fall on your arse quite often?" he said with a questioning look. "Well, I would thank Hermes since he is the god of travel. It's only respectable to thank the right god. But then again, you could always say thank the Gods. That works too." He started heading up the giant grassy hill. "Come on now."

Lydia was only glad she had put on her seatbelt. At this speed she took one look out the window and was almost sick, it was inhuman. But of course she had just leaned that she wasn't all human to begin with.
Then something hit her, metephorically that is. How were then not hitting anything... She pushed the thought out of her mind as far as it would go. She tried to count to thirty, he said thiry seconds, so maybe he was not kidding. Once she muttered the number twenty-five they came to a screaching hault by a hill that seemed pretty normal and out of the way... How did they get through all that traffic with out dieing...
While Styx was handing over the strange golden coins, Lydia got out of the cab as fast as half-bloodly possible and fell on her ass, "Thank... who am I supposed to thank, you? Well, thank one of you gods that, that is over."

Up in the front there sat three ladies that were bickering.
"Ladies ladies. If you can get us to Camp-Half Blood in under thirty seconds, I'll pay you twice the normal fee, do you think you can do that?" He questioned, flashing the dramchas.
The one with the eye turned, a wicked smiling come across her face.
"Anything for you Lord styx." The three of them cackled before taking off. It was almost as if the cab was going light speed down the streets. Everything was a blur and every little shift in lanes was like a giant lurch within the cab.

Styx talked like it was obvious where she was going, but she still didn't know where that was... oh well, she supposed, though his other coment brought a bit of color to her face, Lydia only looked at the ground a moment before she tried to speed up to his pace and to the car the car that had stoppe convieniently for then.
Climbing into the cab she sat and buckled, knowing her luck she would die in an accident before she could get to this camp half-blood place. Her eyes scanned over everything in the car to see if there was anything unususal. she noticed nothing.

"Camp Half-Blood of course. It's where all you silly little demi-gods. Go. Perhaps if you do things right, you just might make a good hero. You could always try for paradise in the Underworld too. I wouldn't mind seeing a pretty girl there." He flashed a smile as he raised an arm for a taxi.
"I still can't believe everyone is lagging. I bet dad will kill me for this, but oh well. I can't be killed." He laughed some, a yellow taxi stopping at the curb.
"Come on then. No lagging."

That was the best idea Lydia had heard in about her whole life. "That sounds better then this..." her mind popped over to The idea of a placed where she was not going to be killed, maimed or eaten was looking pretty marvolous at that point.
"So where exactly am I following you to?" This place was a completely forein in her mind, Her hands moving to her pockets as she walked along following Styx. her mind was preoccipied enough with thoughts of a nicer place to be to be concerned with the sigh he had released. She gave him a droopy eyed smile as she came back into reality and waited on an answer to her question.

"What do I rule over?" He questioned with a slight chuckle. "Well, the changing seasons basically. I am Jack Frost, the Harvest Fox. I have many names. I bring life and death to nature. I thank both my parents and my grandmother for these abilities, though I wish my powers revolved more around actual death, Like Nico's..." He glared at the ground, wishing he could burn his half brother, though he did love the kid from time to time.
"Now come, we need to get out of here before any more disatrous monsters decide to come and eat you." He sighed slightly, as if the girl was burdening him.

ooc: I need to make a picture for him >.< )

A male with longish emerald black and golden blonde hair appeared in the shadows of central park, seemingly out of no where. He pushed his bangs back, forest green eyes looking around his surroundings. He knew the demi-god he was searching for was somewhere around here. Sighing, the male headed forward, keeping a close eye out for any mosters, or anything else of suspicion.

A girl ran down the street wondering how she always gets caught in situations like this. Bad things always happen to her, and it was almost never her fault. This time, what appeared to her as a bum, was chasing her with a broken snapple bottle, and beleive me he was menacing. Thinking ahead she set corse for the park. 'I might be able to out manuver him there,' so she scurryed her way down towards centeral park in hopes she could lose him in the structures.

As is Zuess were shining down on him, chyaa... like that would ever happen, the demi-god he was looking for rounded the corner, a very angry looking bum on her tail. But of course it wasn't, anyone who actually cared to look, only saw what the mist showed them. In FACT IT WAS A DRACANE, A RATHER SHARP OBJECT IN ONE OF HER SNAKE LIKE HANDS. iT ACTUALLY CONFUSED HIM SLIGHTLY. lIKE, HOW WAS SHE ABLE TO HOLD IT? bUT HE LET THE THOUGHT SLIP PAST HIS MIND AS HE RAN AFTER THE GIRL, EASILY KEEPING PACE WITH HER.
(sorry fot the caps)

When the second person began to follow her the girl could only wonder why people were so keen on getting her. Thinking this would be the day she finally just died already she called out to the less intimidating of the two following her as she dashed behind a large tree and climbed quickly into its branches, "Why won't you all just leave me be?"

Styx easily jumped into the tree, glaring at the snake-like lady below them. "Humph, I thought the gods were supposed to be claiming their children." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Look, I'll deal with Ms. Ugly down there. You stay up here and once I'm done I can explain everything to you, since it's obvious a Satyr hasn't come by you yet."
Styx new it was wrong to intefere with a demi-goda life. But he was a son of Hades, he didn't have to listen to anyone.
Smiling, the boy snapped his fingers anmd a decent sized fissure opened up in the ground, swallowing the dracane.

She gave the boy a confused look, what could he possibly have to talk to her about let alone explain. Her expression changed to one of shock ass the person was eaten by the openning in the ground. "W... What was That!!!!" she was beginning to be a bit overwelmed by whatever that was.

The male looked up to the tree and flashed a perfect smile. "Alright, so are you going to stay up there? Or are you going to come down?" He didn't wait for an answer, just continued on with talking.
"Well, you do know what you are right? Most likely not. You see, you are a demi-god. Exciting, yes? Well anyways, I am a god. A son of Hades and Persephone to be exact. And well, you know all these crazy things that have been happening to you? It's all because one of your parents is a god or goddess!" He grinned happily.
"Now come with me, so we can fullfill your destiny and blah blah blah."

She stared at him blankly for a moment then said, "You know what I think either I hit my head or you are just all sorts of crazy." Thinking about what he said, it might make sense but she didn't want to believe tha the Greek myths were anything more. Then she began to ponder weither or not to get out or the tree and go see mr. crazy. Deciding to just climb down before she fell or worse he came up she swung down and out of the tree.
Patting the dirt and bark from her clothing she looked up to the so called god that was paying her a visit. "So... if you were a god, what do you rule over?" she asked with a doubting look.