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[poetry_hero]

[CRASH. After the debris and dust settles, the poor paper-mache horse standing proudly in the center of the outdoor mall has been shredded to bits. One skateboard's awkwardly lying next to it, and beside them? Is one guilty-looking teenager getting up and inspecting himself (and by extension, the mess

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[chaosforyou]

[A woman appears in a cloud of blue, just far enough ahead that the teenager has enough time to skid to a halt -- but if he tries to dodge around her, she'll reach out and hold him in place.]

Vandalism, dear cousin? And here I thought you were above such petty things.

[poetry_hero]

[Oh dear god, this was the last person he expected. Apollo winces, staring up at her.]

Seriously? It was an accident.

[chaosforyou]

That's what they all say.

[poetry_hero]

But it really was this time! That horse didn't see me coming.

[totallynotaspaz]

...wow. Didn't think skateboards could do so much damage.

[poetry_hero]

You're telling me. [whistles, quickly picking up the instrument of murder the skateboard] But that thing was also made of paper-mache, so maybe it's even.

[totallynotaspaz]

That's true. Makes you wonder why they built it out of paper-mache in the first place when there are so many deadly skateboards around.

[poetry_hero]

Don't ask me, man. I'm just the unlucky soul who ran into it.

[UNLUCKY IS RIGHT, that one was made in honor of Artemis for... something. Apollo suspects he'll face his sister's wrath eventually.]