Hermes paced up and down on a concrete girder than lay on the ground as he waited, hoping at least one of the others had seen the message he'd sent them on the Immortal Pages. Of course in addition he'd also sent text messages to those who's phone numbers he had, but he hadn't heard anything back from anyone. For all he knew, Selket, Loki and Anubis had got to them and persuaded them that returning to their former glory was a bad idea. No, that was ridiculous. Athena for sure, would never miss the chance to go home, and he was pretty sure Ares would be just as adamant. Nike and Aphrodite had both openly declared their allegiances to him and he thought them unlikely to change their minds.

No, all he had to do was wait, he told himself. Be patient and they will come.

He continued his pacing as he looked around the half built stadium. It seemed fitting that in a meeting for which he'd only contacted deities from his own pantheon, that they should meet at an Olympic stadium, even if it wasn't finished yet. In a way, it was as close as they could get to going home without actually leaving the country.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Hermes turned and smiled gratefully. "Thanks for coming."

Perhaps this time he'd actually get a chance to tell his fellow gods what he'd seen, rather than being shot down and accused of not considering how the others might feel.

Nike couldn't say she blamed Hermes for wanting to avoid a repeat performance of the last attempt at a meeting. She, for one, had made up her own mind a long time ago. If there was a chance to return things to how they were, then she was 100% behind it. She was still curious as to just what it was they were going to do, and if they were going to discover just who was responsible for their current situation, but she would help where she could.

She had been somewhat surprised by his choice of meeting place, but in a way, it was rather fitting. And, hopefully, they wouldn't have to worry about being overheard here. She just hoped that this would all be worth it. That there was a way to have things back to how they had been. She was sick and tired of hiding after so long.

She stopped when he turned, and gave a smile in response, glad he seemed just as keen to have things back to the old ways also, and that he really was making such an effort, for the sake of them all. "Hey. Sorry about how last time went... but it's good to know others want the same thing."

"Not your fault," Hermes replied with a shrug as she apologised for last time. "How could any of us seen that coming?" Honestly, he was still shocked that the meeting had gone as badly as it had. How could so many of them be so happy with the way things were?

Stepping forward, he pecked her cheek quickly and stood back. It was good to see Nike again, and even better now that he knew she was on his side.

"Sorry we didn't really get much chance to talk the other night. I hope you're alright?

Nike smiled at that, glad it seemed like, with recent events, she wasn't quite so alone as she had first thought. She nodded. "I'm doing alright. Though it certainly isn't the most ideal situation for any of us. Well, most of us." She corrected herself. "What about you?" She asked, still curious as to just what it is that he had to tell them all. The disruption at the last attempt seemed un-needed to her. Why get in the way of those that wished to return things to how they had been if they had no intention of doing the same?

She also wondered just how many of the others were going to show up. It had seemed like there had been others who also supported Hermes, though she didn't know if they were enough on their own. They'd surely have to gain the help of other pantheons sooner or later.

Curiousity stayed in Aphrodite's mind ever since the first meeting. Knowing that Hermes might have had a possible way of getting back home made her want to help him all the more.

Everyday she was stuck among mortals, the more she missed home. Sure, most would just learn to deal with it, but she didn't want to deal with it anymore. She was immortal and that's all she wanted to be.

And that is why she was at the stadium.

Hermes shrugged. "I've been.... frustrated," is probably the best way of putting it, he told Nike, with only the slightest hint of a grin on his face. It wasn't really a laughing matter, but that didn't mean he was going to take things out on the ones who did actually want to hear what he had to say.

Looking up as Aphrodite approached, he gave his partial smile again. "Hey Aff, thanks for coming... again."

He smirked a little and looked between the two goddesses in front of him. "This feels kind of familiar," he told them both with narrowed eyes. "I hope this meeting doesn't turn out like the last one that started off with the three of us."

"You and I both want the same thing so how could I not come?" Yes, the first minute was a disaster. She could have seen that from billions of miles away when Loki entered the room. He had a way of ruining things.

"I'm sure it won't. Right, Nike?" She turned to the goddess beside her.

To tell the truth, Apollo had mixed thoughts when he left his number for Hermes. Sure, he would love to go home, to be what he was once before. But living with mortals over the years gave him a different look on life in general. Being worshipped again just didn't seem as important as it once was.

But he wanted to see what Hermes had to say or what he had planned. When it was heard, then Apollo would decide what he would do.

"'lo ladies. Hermes."

Nike gave a nod of agreement in response to Aphrodite, hoping that since the only ones present were going to be those that also wanted to return to their former glory. "I hope not." She agreed. The other gods to do what they liked, it didn't matter to Nike, just so long as they didn't attempt to keep those who wanted to return from doing so.

She looked over when Apollo also arrived, feeling a little more hopeful just now. Though she knew, even if all who had supported Hermes first time round came here, they would still probably need others.

Artemis didn't know what to expect from this meeting, the last one had ended in slight disaster so hopefully those invited to this one could be more productive. She wasn't sure where she stood, but she believed she was leaning more towards going back. It certainly couldn't hurt to hear what Hermes had to say, especially if she wanted to go back. It all depended upon what her brother wanted. She was not ready to lose his presence just yet.

When she arrived Hermes, Aphrodite, Nike and her brother were already there. "Hello." She said to everyone as a greeting. She walked over to stand beside her brother once more, just like she did at the last meeting and slipped her hand into his. It was comforting knowing that he was right there beside her and when she could touch him Artemis felt reassured and didn't always have to look over at him to make sure he was still there. This way she could just feel it.

The evening was only just beginning, and around him he could see the numerous inhabitants of the night beginning to stir and rouse themselves into their nocturnal lifestyle of neon lights and thigh-high boots, uncomfortable heels and body paints of infinite colours and patterns. Ares watched them, his hands busy spinning a javelin made of bronze which he quite happily twirled around his hands and through his fingers, his fingers becoming accustomed to the unbalanced blade faster than he'd expected to after not using one for so long. Possibly the regular training with animals was keeping him fit and well capable of managing himself, but he figured it more likely that he just didn't forget things as some might. The bronze was a circular blur of golden flash which encircled his body, swapping hands easily. He was showing off, obviously, and he was aware some were watching him, but they likely saw him as an entertainer of some sort.

He stopped a street or so before approaching the unfinished Olympic stadium. The Olympics. Oh, he was such a fan of those back when it had been true sports to determine the greatest of men. This was no longer the case. These participants were not the greatest of men any longer. They were men who could run or throw, but little else. Training their entire lives just to be good at this one category and then unable to put themselves through anything else because of their linear training. Jumping one of the fences with a sign stating the place was still under construction, he easily navigated past the numerous holes and work equipment, entering a concrete tunnel which led into the stadium. He figured the others would be gathered in the central area, and he followed his instincts to lead him there.

He emerged in the stands, somewhere halfway up, and was quick to spot the congregation over by the middle of the arena, hanging around a montage of other work equipment which was clearly not supposed to be there. The Olympic Games were in 2 years, and this place looked like it had been sacked. Fingering the shaft of the javelin, he considered his entrance - something he was rather obsessed with being good at. A fine entrance often set the tone for a conversation, and the distance was easily something he could manage. Probably without hitting anyone but still making his 'point' of entry made, probably somewhere in the concrete underlay where the green grass usually was. With a rather easy throw he sent the imperfect javelin screaming through the air, hips twisting for more power, and he watched the end of the shaft quickly disappear into the air towards the group.

And with his hands free, he began making his way towards them, bounding from the stands and against the ground with a leap down, and his footsteps were those of one sauntering towards a group of friends as though casual and priorly uninvolved. His javelin had landed safely, an easy 50 feet from where he had thrown from, and as he arrived nearby he got the words out before he was bombarded by abuse about health and safety. "I'm glad we're meeting without the interference of the Halloween Gods." He nodded to each in turn. All here on his good side, so far. Two in particular on his very good side, and he propped himself against the slightly swaying end of his projectile. "So, how are things?"

Hermes nodded his welcomes to Apollo and Artemis, glad that the two of them had made it, even thought he wasn't entirely sure of their intentions. His hope was mainly to talk the two of them around, and plus, he wasn't sure he would have been able to cope with meeting just with Ares, Athena and Aphrodite. With all of them being immortal, he couldn't exactly say one of them might have been dead by the end of the evening, but he was positive someone might have a good go and proving that theory wrong.

As the javelin came soaring through the air, Hermes jumped at first, but instantly recognised source.

"Hey Ares," he greeted his half brother, even if the two had never been as close as brothers. He smirked at the javelin. "What, no horse drawn chariot?" he joked.

Glancing around at the others, he nodded. "Yeah, I figured we'd try this again without the negative nancies throwing their oars in."

He removed the javelin from the ground with ease, a thick hole evident in the ground where it had landed and split the black concrete asunder, not dissimilar to an earthquake. Inspecting the tip, he found it minutely scratched and dirty, but his hands soon returned it to its sharp bronze sheen, and he blow across it, impressed by the durability. If it could manage this much, he was certain he'd like the rest of the ones he had, and with a step backwards he contributed to the circle of deities, hands idly throwing the projectile between them in a 'hot potato'-style motion, faultless in their catches and throws, and easily doing so at a rather impressive speed. His eyes were fixed on Hermes for the moment, and he gave a gracious nod to his half-brother.

"Unfortunately they don't breed immortal stallions like they used to. I had to take the bus." He shrugged, kind of wishing he still had those brilliant beasts and that chariot. Maybe not the chariot so much, but the horses had been loyal and fearless, and he certainly had missed them for the time he'd been down here. The thing about the immortal steeds, though, was that they were probably around somewhere, and as the case would stand he'd have his old self back rather quickly once they got back up there. He couldn't help but agree with Hermes concerning the other Gods. "I wish I'd thrown a punch or two. I can't say I'd miss the attendees of that meeting. Present company excepted, of course." He breathed in the evening air, though there was the distinct taste of granite on his tongue from it. He didn't like this stadium. Not one bit. "So what's the plan?"

Aphrodite ignored the God of War's entrance. Flashy, like always. She gave a smile and a nod to the twins that had joined, though. They didn't need a stick with a point at the end to announce their entrance.

"So you really have an idea how to get us back home? Not just for a little while, but forever?" She wanted to believe it was true. That they could be possibly months away from going back to the mountain. For an immortal, months could pass by like the blink of an eye.

Hermes smirked. Ares's entrance had been a lot more impressive before he'd told them he had to take the bus. That had definitely put a downer on the image the war god was clearly trying to put across.

"Well we're just waiting for Athena," Hermes confirmed, fully bracing himself for the others to be less than happy about Athena's impending presence. Looking back to the javelin, Hermes let out a short laugh.

"You might want to keep that away from her when she gets here. Or at the very least, don't piss her off or she'll stab you... again," Hermes added to Ares. He knew it probably wasn't a good idea to wind Ares up, but he was counting on his half-brother's desire to know more about going home to keep his temper in check.

Looking at Aphrodite, he nodded. "It's gonna take a lot of work, and there are still a few things to work out, but yes. I know there is a way home."

Nike couldn't help but roll her eyes at Ares' enterance, wondering what was wrong with just walking up normally as everyone else had. She stayed silent for now, however, not really having much else to say but wait and listen to see what Hermes had to tell them once Athena arrived. She felt a little put out, if she was being honest, that Ares didn't really pay much attention to her, but then again, she wasn't really expecting him too. But it would still be nice to be proven wrong once in a while.

After a moment, she turned her attention to Hermes, deciding to voice her concerns. "Are we still going to try and get in contact with the others that want to return also?" She asked him.

Hermes looked from Aphrodite to Nike and nodded. "Yes, most definitely," he confirmed. "If I'm right, we're going to need as many gods on our side as possible. It took an army of them to get us here, it's going to take an army of us to get back."

Glancing around the stadium to see if Athena was close, he frowned in annoyance to see that she wasn't. Why did she insist on being late to these things? They were discussing the most important thing possible in the last two thousand years, and she was probably still at home painting her nails. Would she ever get over Aphrodite being given that damn apple?

"After the mockery that the last meeting became, I wanted to discuss this with family properly before branching out to the other pantheons."

Athena walked as fast as she could along the pavement towards the entrance to the building site that was the Olympic Stadium to be. Glancing up at the imposing grey clouds, the goddess pulled her jacket closer around her body as her heels clicked rhythmically against the ground beneath her.

Ignoring a wolf whistle from a builder who had probably just finished work for the day, Athena turned into the building site and began looking for Hermes and whoever else he'd invited along. With any luck it would be a more select group than the mass who'd turned up last time. All those bloody idiots had done was delay their return to power.

"Hi," she breathed as she caught up with the group. "Sorry I'm late, but work ran over. Couldn't you have given us either a little more notice or a more practical meeting time?" she asked Hermes, though wasn't expecting a reply.

Completely ignoring Ares and Aphrodite, Athena nodded hello and smiled at Apollo, Artemis and Nike.

"What did I miss?"

Few words were exchanged, though there was a feeling of coldness about the situation. Nike and Aphrodite, Artemis and Apollo... they all seemed distant from him, and it seemed only Hermes even made the effort to talk to him regarding his arrival. All were anxious, he knew, and wanted to find out this method Hermes had discovered of returning to Olympus. He just wasn't sure he'd like the answer, but then if it was an army the Messenger God wanted, then Ares would happily oblige. If it was war, then he'd be only too happy to provide his services and get things going. After all, with Nike and Eris, and Deimos, and then Artemis and Apollo, he could say that half of his war party was already assembled, and it was just a matter of finding the remainders - Phobos, Enyo, and the likes. They were all up for a good fight most of the time, and his fingers itched just thinking about it.

And then he caught that familiar sense on the breeze, and the javelin in his hand suddenly felt very hostile to the touch. He sensed his half-sister coming before she interrupted conversation with them, and though she didn't make an effort to show she recognized him, he was certainly knowing of her presence. The fist pressed the weapon into the ground, and continued with the forced pressure, not daring to let himself ease off on the pressure. He imagined it was impaling the sprawled body of Athena, laying across the ground beneath his blade tip, and though he continued to observe her with hateful eyes, it deterred his hand from swinging the weapon in an attempt to turn his dreams into a reality. He owed her back. Twice, now. And he'd give her a third as a payment of two millennia of interest.

"Late again." he growled from behind thick jaws. The urges to call her any number of other things, or point out other remarks, was incredibly difficult to ignore. Her lack of discipline was obvious, and her complaining was that he'd typically associate with someone more feminine than another supposed God of War. Strategy, but that didn't seem to be the case when she couldn't even organise herself into getting from A to B without being late. He'd never viewed her as wise, bur more just annoying and full of herself. Turning to the rest of the group, he determinedly removed her from vision - both direct and peripheral - and regarded the rest of the group. Why they seemed so distant, he could not fathom, but if they had anything he'd rather they said something before he took the initiative himself. And he'd not be nice about it. "So let's hear it Hermes. Maybe now that the Goddess of Whining has arrived we can start progressing."

Athena rolled her eyes at Ares's bitching. It was only because she knew what an important topic they were here to discuss that kept her from turning on him in a more forceful matter. They wouldn't get anything done if it deteriorated again like the last meeting.

Unfortunately though, her ability to keep completely quiet wasn't quite up to what it should have been.

"Nice spear," she hissed at him with a smile dancing across her lips. "Watch your mouth or I'll be only too happy to make the two of you more closely acquainted."

Bitching aside though, Athena figured she and Ares might actually agree on one thing. Turning her focus back to Hermes, she nodded. "So come on then, spill. What's the big secret to getting off of this dump called Earth?"

Hermes looked between Ares and Athena with his eyebrows raised partly in surprise, and partly in annoyance.

"Guys, its been well over two thousand years. Can't you give it a rest? Please? At least until we get back home?" He continued to look between the two of them, wondering if either would fight back. If they were going to carry on like this, it was certainly going to be an interesting trip.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at the members of his pantheon, grateful that the ones he'd called upon had come to hear what he had to say.

"Alright, here it is," he began slowly. He could hardly believe that after all this time, he was finally getting his chance to tell what he'd remembered, and without the likes of Loki or Selket telling him to consider everyone else's feelings.

"I went back to Olympus the other day for the first time, and had a look around. The place is a wreck, and yes, I mean literally. If you haven't been there since the war, you're in for a shock. The place is just a series of fallen rocks."

He looked at the others again, suddenly aware that they probably weren't bothered about the state of their old home. They wanted to know what he knew.

"Anyway, while I was there, well, I kinda fell asleep. I don't know if you remember, but I don't exactly sleep very often. But this was weird... it was like I didn't have any choice in the matter. All of a sudden, while I was still there, I was completely and utterly exhausted and... yeah, I fell asleep."

Hermes continued to watch their faces, waiting for some flicker that would tell him whether or not they believed him, or if they thought he was crazy.

"I had... what can only be described as a series of dreams while I was sleeping. Only, they weren't dreams. They were memories, I'm sure of it. I remembered the battle, and other stuff."

Hermes paused again and swallowed a nervous lump in his throat. He knew he could waffle on and on, and it probably wouldn't make any sense, or he could forget the waffling and just jump to the facts. Yes, that would make more sense.

"I didn't remember everything. Just enough to make me know there's a way back. Here's the long and the short of it. We were in a battle against the other pantheons, yeah? Well, that was because we were tricked. One of the gods tricked us into all fighting with each other. And he had an army helping him. Except I don't think they were an army of gods. They were... something else.

"I remember that we captured one of them, and she told us that one of our own had betrayed us."

Hermes was very aware that there were so many holes in his story, and it would only be a matter of time before the others present would start asking questions, trying to fill in the gaps. He knew though that now he'd started, he wanted to keep talking, and tell them everything.

"With so many of the pantheons homeless, it was decided that we would hide on Earth for a short while to regroup. When we had a better idea of what had happened, and how this army had managed to get the upper hand, we would take them on again. The problem was, when we chose to come down here, they did something to us to stop us from going back."

Nike was pleased to see Athena once again, though wasn't particularly keen on the squabbling with Ares. She liked both of them, and had never really chosen a side, exactly. She instead decided to stay out of it for the most part, intead turning her attention to Hermes, listening carefully.

She had to admit, the story did sound a little far-fetched, but she knew Hermes well enough to know that he wouldn't lie about something like this. Not since he seemed to want to get home as much as anyone. She gave a slow nod once he was finished. "What do you propose we do?" She asked, since he, for now anyway, knew what was going on better thyan anyone, and was therefore the one to follow.

Hermes looked to Nike, relieved that she hadn't laughed in his face. Even if she didn't believe him, she was hearing him out and that was worth more than any of them would probably know.

"Well, I propose two things," he told her with a cautious glance at the others as if he was expecting someone to object at any moment. He was the messenger god. This sort of thing was way out of his comfort zone.

"The first is that we need to get as many gods on our side as possible. I meant what I said about needing an army, and if Loki and Selket really don't want this to happen, they've probably already started convincing everyone that we're better off on Earth. It's going to be our task to turn them back and make them want to go home."

Apollo looked at Hermes, a bit confused. One of them had betrayed them all? What would even be the purpose of that? To make everyone live on earth? Could it have been this God everyone had started to worship? He just didn't seem like the type that would do that. He was all about perfect love and not killing or stealing and big on the marriage thing. That God seemed too good to create war.

Times had changed drastically. With it, humans and their tools for war. Get them mixed up in this and it could be the end of the world for all of them. "I don't know about this..."

Hermes frowned and clenched his jaw. Looking down at the ground, he folded his arms across his chest and concentrated on his breathing. Apollo hadn't even heard the rest of what he had to say, and already he was backing out? Perhaps he should have gone with gut instinct and just invited Athena and Ares to this meeting. Sure, they would have bickered no end, but he was positive they were both on his side. Apparently Apollo was a risk he'd incorrectly calculated.

"Not sure about what?" Hermes asked through gritted teeth, still not looking up from the ground. "I haven't even finished explaining what I plan to do, and already you're doing the Loki dance."

Finally looking up, he glared at his other half brother. He didn't have the time or patience to be dealing with more naysayers.

Apollo held up his hands in front of him. He didn't want to start anything. Honestly. "I"m thinking way too much ahead. I'm just...concerned about possible outcomes. I think I've been with mortals way too long now, that I think I'm actually starting to think like them." He dropped his hands to his sides. He didn't want to be the kill joy. Apollo wanted to go home, he really did. He just wanted to look out for the well being of civilians that might get in the way.

"And no. There is no way in hell I would join up with that fuck nut."

Athena wasn't surprised Hermes looked at Apollo the way he did. What possible reason would Apollo have for objecting so early on? Hermes hadn't even finished talking yet, and already he was saying he wasn't sure. It made no sense.

"I'd say that's a perfect reason to want to go ahead with whatever Hermes has in mind," Athena replied haughtily. "We shouldn't be thinking like them. We're Gods for crying out loud! We should be in our rightful places on high, not pretending to be like them!"

Instinctively balling her hands into fists to stem the sparks, Athena shook her head. "You're either with us, or with the fuck nut," she added adamantly. "You either want to go home, or you don't. There's no inbetween areas. So what's it going to be?"

Apollo opened his mouth to explain more but quickly shut it once he saw Athena's fist ball. He didn't want to get in an argument with the Goddess of War any more then he didn't want to get in a fight with the God of War.

But she was right. They weren't supposed to be thinking like them. They were supposed to rule over them. It might be better now. They had their time to actually see up close how they lived. They could rule them better now.

"I want to go home."

"Well now, aren't we just so happy here. And I thought I'd have to go somewhere amongst mortals, or those of different opinions if I wanted strife." A glance to his side, and he regarded Athena with a brief look before returning his gaze between the three of them. Hermes was being over-protective, and Apollo was being over-cautious. Neither were traits too familiar or fondly-held by Ares, and he intended tog et them out of this shitty conversational rut immediately. "I'd blame it on Athena, because she seems the source of most of my angst, but even she's not the main problem here." Whether that was a compliment or not was ambiguous, but he wasn't in the mood to clarify. They were acting scared. Apollo, who was once a revered God of the Trojans. Hermes, who could travel around the world in a blink. They were acting as though their time on Earth had been spent undergoing castrations.

"I don't know what you two have a problem with. No, I don't want to just jump into a fight with whatever force it was that sent us here, but I sure as hell don't want to stay here any longer. I haven't had a good war in centuries, and I'll be dead before I miss this one. I want to hear what Hermes has said, I want to go and kick the ass of whatever it was that got us here, and then I'm going back to Olympus." And in that precise order. Ares was not going to put up with being held down by this any longer, and some part of him told him that Athena would be in agreement with him on some degree. Aphrodite wasn't to happy here, and Nike was having a hell of a time obscuring her form from the humans and trying to manage herself without going crazy. He'd figured that if he'd been unable to live even a normal life by human standards, he'd be pretty pissed off and want to go home too.

"I can appreciate you're scared, but man the fuck up." he said bluntly, not bothering to sugar-coat his words. He wasn't going to do anything but talk straight from this point on. He'd spend two thousand years just getting by and trying to do so without bringing too much attention to himself. Working under assumed names and traveling where he could manage to avoid drawing suspicion to himself. He wasn't a human, and neither was anyone else still there. They were Gods, and if he had to drag them up their by their eyebrows he'd see them all back in the skies with him. And if he had to kill them on the way to do it, he would. Artemis and Apollo, Aph, Hermes, Athena, Nike... they'd better shape up or else he'd be stepping in for Zeus and kicking down the rejects to make room for the new order.

Hermes nodded as Ares spoke, glad that he didn't appear to be the only one on this mission. There were still gods as passionate as him about going home. Now all they had to do was find the rest of them, and work out who'd got them stranded here.

"Well, now you're on board, I have a few suggestions," he said clearly once Apollo had finally made up his mind. He knew they wouldn't need to worry about Artemis now either, at least, not if the twins were still as close as they'd once been. She wouldn't stay behind if Apollo chose to go, he was sure of it.

"I've remembered enough to get us started, but there are so many holes still to fill. I think we should all go back to Olympus and see if any of you have any memories to help out."

Looking around the small gathered group, his attention settled on Aphrodite. "What do you think Aff?" he asked, cocking his eyebrow slightly. "You've been very quiet for quite a while now."

"I think you know exactly what I think. Or do you need me to tell you again how much I hate being among mortals?" Aphrodite cocked an eyebrow to mirror Hermes look and smirked at him. "I was merely being a good little girl and letting you speak." She wanted to hear what he had to say, what his plans were, if he had any.

"If you think we should visit Olympus to see if we have the same experience then you, then I'm all for it. The only question is, when do we leave to do it?"

Hermes didn't know why, but his instincts told him that all going there together in a group like this wasn't the best idea.

"Soon," he replied to Aphrodite, but at least relieved that she'd openly expressed her allegiance again. It was one less god to have to worry about. "But I don't think too many of us should go at once. Perhaps you could even go on your own like I did? Maybe the less distractions there are, the more you will remember?"

Hermes wasn't sure how accurate this idea would be. It had worked for him like that, but it didn't mean it would work for everyone. Perhaps other gods would need company to job their memories even more. He didn't know. Well, he figured they could try it that way and if nothing happened, they could have company for the next visit?

"And like I said, we really need to work on getting as many gods on our side."

"I'm sure I could persuade a few of our fellow deities. Or, if anything, find out what they really think." Aphrodite didn't know if the later would help things any. But what she did know is that she would do anything to get back home, and she was hoping the other gods here felt the same.

She took a look around, her eyes falling on Apollo. He would be the one to watch though. Even though he had said he wanted to go home, his previous thoughts said that he may not be on the same page as the rest of them were. As for Artemis... Where her brother went, she went.