Snippet #2347843

Mason sat on top of the Athena Cabin, his legs crossed. His kopis, a curved kopesh-like blade, and long flat shield which one wore lengthwise down the arm laid in his lap. His right hand gauntlet rested on top of the shield, next to his sword, the worn leather and celestial bronze warm from the sunlight. There was no left handed one, that's what the shield was for. He liked to go up there whenever he felt down. When you were up high, all the silly things that made your life seem so complicated were so simple, so easy to decypher.

Mason was troubled. He'd been here for a few days, avoiding Olivia who'd arrived a long while ago. How was he supposed to know she was a daughter of Zeus? Further, how could he just tell her that he was the son of a goddess. Even though Eric had explained it all, Mason still felt uneasy. He thought about what he should have done. SHould he have told everyone? He shook his head. "Not likely..." He whispered to himself. "Oh hey, it's me. Your childhood friend, wouldn't ya know it we're all half-bloods. Neat huh?" Mason only shook his head. It sounded stupid and he was the one who thought it up. Mason sighed, jumping down from the roof and landing deftly on his feet. I guess the best thing to do would be to just come clean with it. Mason slung his kopis and shield over his shoulder and pulled on his gauntlets. If he knew Liv, he would really need them.

Mason jogged over to the place he thought Olivia would be, the Zeus cabin. It made the most sense, but it seemed so lonely. Mason walked up to the door and knocked hard. "Liv!" He called into the cabin. "It's me, Mason! You in there?" There was no response, but Mason knew better than to go into another God's cabin without being offered to be let in first. He shook his head. "Perhaps breakfast? It is mealtime." Mason pondered to himself. At that Mason wandered over to the mess hall, pulling off his right handed gauntlet and sliding it onto the pommel of his sword. Better to appear like he wasn't expecting to be struck. Once he made it to the mess hall, Mason gulped hard, hesitating for a brief moment. There she was. He'd recognize that golden flowing hair anywhere. It was her, and she was talking to... Amelia? Whoa... this was gonna get all kinds of weird and it was gonna be bad enough just explaining himself to Liv. Specially since he'd been avoiding her.

"Umm... hey guys." Mason said, walking up to his friends. "Nice day, eh?" Mason hoped that by talking about something mundane he could hide the fact that he had his weapons with him or the fact that he was wearing the trademark orange t-shirt.