Artemis woke up from his deep slumber, whilst Isaac and Apollo had been already awakened thoroughly, having brushed their teeth, and making fixes towards their awoken attire. On the other hand, Artemis groggily looked up from where he was laying, “So what’s the schedule again, Apollo?” Apollo smiled a small smile upon her brother, “We’re getting dressed to attend an altar for the goddess, Isaac mentioned this before we slept don’t you recall?” Artemis rubbed his eyes gently, “Yeah I somewhat recall him making mention of something along those lines”. Proceeded after that comment, Artemis let out an ugly yawn, “Where’s the altar located around the area exactly?” “All I remember spotting, well…is the one where we got a bit in trouble in”. Apollo sighed, “Yeah that’s the one we’re attending the service for, the only one near driving or walking distance from us”. An upset Artemis rubbed his neck, before replying, “You think we’ll be permitted into the building?” “He’s probably still mad, probably not wanting to see either of our faces”. “Something I can agree with on him, I don’t want to see his face either”. Apollo chuckled, “You think I didn’t think about that?” “We’ll just apologize to him, we don’t really need to mean it”. “Just for Isaac’s sake, he really seems interested in attending a service for the goddess”. Isaac buttoned up his rather bright white collar shirt. “I did also have a bad encounter with him, but I have a gut feeling”. He looked into the bathroom mirror to fix up the strands of his hair. “I feel he can be easily sucked up to, so he won’t bring us any trouble”. Apollo tied her darker brown hair into a bun, “Artemis you’re still laying down, get up and get dressed for the service”. Artemis nodded, and brought out his old thrash metal band shirts, and applied his eyeliner. Once they had all gotten into their ideal styles, the three of them started walking hastily towards the shrine.