Finnigan
He was in a forest. It was a sunny day. Everyone seemed pretty relaxed at the moment, happy to soak up the rays.
Finnigan wasn't the kind of person who would spend the day lazing around in the sun. The idea was tempting though, no doubt about that. Plus, the boy would have loved to spend a few hours doing absolutely nothing productive, but there were other things to do. There were much bigger things in Finn's mind that he had to deal with rather than sitting in the shade watching the clouds float aimlessly in the sky.
Planning had to be done, strategies had to be formed, and attack plans? Had anyone even considered how they'd break in to the top notch fancy prison? People needed to be saved, and no one seemed to be taking things seriously lately. Was he really the only one out of the six who actually wanted to get the others free?
...Nah, of course not. Stop thinking like that. He chided himself, the others cared. After all, every one of them used to be stuck in that... place. They knew what it was like in there. Friendly at first, then bam! you're now an experiment. How sick.
Finn stared at the drawings he had made in the soft forest dirt a few hours ago. They were meant to be maps, but Finnigan only had a rough idea of the outline of the building that was keeping the remaining godlings from their freedom.
Godlings, that's what they had been called. Weird. Finn had never really thought of that second pestering voice inside his head as a god talking to him, but apparently that's what it was. Finnigan narrowed his eyes, he was getting sidetracked.
Stop it. He scolded, focusing back on the makeshift maps, Concentrate.
"You're still doing that?" The previously mentioned voice asked, "When was the last time you slept? You're not going to get anything done if you can barely stay awake."
It was bad enough that Finn could hear the others talking to their lovely god people, but another voice to listen to was definitely pushing it.
"Not now, Asclepius. I'm busy." Finnigan snapped, glaring at the markings in the dirt.
"Not now? You have an almighty being speaking to you and your choice of words is not now? You sound like Hermes. How disrespectful! I should have Zeus zap you with a lighting bolt to set you in line!"
Suddenly Maya's voice started up in the background, and Finnigan buried his face in his hands, "Oh my god." He mumbled, feeling a headache coming on. Everyone was either completely insane, or gods and goddesses really did exist. Whatever pick, the concept was hard to handle.
"That's gods to you, boy."
Finnigan looked away from his dirt maps and instead up at the sky. The relationship between he and Asclepius wasn't very complicated. Sometimes they would argue, sometimes they would be a little bit nicer, and sometimes they'd be buddies. However, apparently gods didn't like going unappreciated and spoken down upon like they were five year olds. Finnigan found that out the hard way. Stupid gods and their even stupider rules. Stupid everything. Scientists, experiments, gods and powers and all that weird stuff. Screw it all. Finn didn't want to be a part of it, but he had to.
There were people who needed him. Not necessarily him, that was thinking way too highly of himself and his 'power' sucked. 'Ooh, you can heal scratches, cuts, gashes and stuff, but after that you're basically useless because you'll be too tired to do anything! Have fun fighting, doctor!' Finn could easily imagine Asclepius saying the exact words.