Achilles
For a warrior like Achilles, having a pleasant, dreamless night was comparable to winning first place in a local lottery. Usually, people like him would be plagued by dreams and visions mostly of disturbing themes such as the horrors of war or being engaged in hopeless combat against a fearsome monster. He slept like a baby that night, peacefully with not a single hint of a pleasant dream nor a dreadful nightmare. No ominous visions visited him in his sleep either and that fact made him more nervous than relieved when he woke up. It was like the Fates telling him that this was the calm before the storm.
After groggily waking up, he made sure to make his bed before washing his face and freshening up. He found the modern bed to be quite comfortable despite its appearance to the point that he was looking forward to return to bed already. But alas, the day demands a lot from him and he must deliver lest he wants Zeus to hurl a lightning bolt at him or Dionysus to make him mad, or Poseidon to drown him in the shower.
"Damn... drowning in the lavatory... that's gotta be the most embarrassing way a renowned hero could go. Ugh... I'll make sure to offer a specially decent amount to Poseidon." He muttered.
His name would be virtually ruined if that horrific scenario happens and word gets out that the great hero, Achilles "died after drowning in the bathroom".
After arriving in the mess hall, he noted that a few of the other heroes have already gathered and are indulging themselves in the breakfast prepared for them. It seems that the organization was considerate enough to cater to everyone's individual tastes since the foods were labeled with tags on who they are for. Achilles found his to be quite homely as what lay before him was a plate filled with bread made out of barley, an assortment of meats ranging from beef and sheep to rabbit and wild boar and a wide assortment of fruits and vegetables. There were also honey, cheese and milk present, and of course there would be wine. No warrior's meal did not have wine with it. Although it seemed much, due to variety alone, the portions were quite limited. Yet Achilles didn't mind, and seemed to prefer it as overindulging himself with food would only end up as a deterrent to his body's condition and combat prowess.
"Heh, I feel like I'm back in Greece already. I wish I could dine with the other's too... but there's no use in dwelling in the past. It'd spoil the good food laid out before me."
Before digging in, he separated a decent portion of his food and walked to a fireplace at the far end of the room. He then threw the food he had partitioned into the flame and said a silent prayer to the gods thanking them for the blessings they had bestowed on him and asking for their guidance. He wasn't dumb enough, like some of the other heroes, to get the gods on their bad side. If anything, he wanted the full support and approval of the gods for the upcoming battles and struggles that lie in wait before him. Afterwards, he returned to his seat and for the first time, he noticed that he was seated next to the sorceress Merlin who, herself, was seated across Lugh.
He managed to catch the last thing the blonde spearman had said to her, and upon close inspection, he could understand the cause of his concern. Merlin seemed a bit exhausted judging from her expression alone but at least she was eating heartily. In fact, Achilles found this sudden change of character to be quite cute and amusing.
"I understand your enthusiasm in eating, Merlin, specially when such scrumptious food is prepared for us. Though, I suggest taking it easy. The food isn't going anywhere, after all." Achilles suggested with a wry smile on his face.
"That said, it has been a few thousand years since I ate. I've only been drinking the fiery waters of the Phlegeton back in the underworld so I can't restrain myself any longer. *Sigh*... Maybe I should follow your example then."
After saying that, Achilles began eating like Merlin, albeit in a much slower pace than her. Drowning in the shower is bad but dying after choking on one's food is equally embarrassing.
