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mjolnir Designer & member of RPG for 9 years

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[ Notice ] I am no longer joining any new RPs on RPG. With the decline of the site and less than satisfactory management I've decided to migrate to a new RP site. While I still log onto RPG daily for an RP I'm currently in, you're welcome to contact me through discord or find me on the other site. Link is below.

[ Formerly Scar.- ] I've been around on RPG for quite awhile. I love RP writing and being able to escape into collaborative stories with fellow writers.

[ Disclaimer ] Anyone is welcome to use my CS templates, as long as I am credited for the coding at the bottom of the page. But any and all coding for RP intros, bios & universes is not open for people to take or adapt. If you are inspired or want to use something I've already created, please reach out to me first. I'm very flexible and understanding. I'd be willing to work with you or even help. But please ask.

Happy writing!
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11 posts per roleplay.
175 average days in a roleplay.
58 universes joined.
19.75 INK received in tips.

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Username:
mjolnir
Age:
30
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Began Role Playing:
18 Sep 2007
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Yes
Favorite Setting:
fantasy, sci fi

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The Descendants
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Camp Athens Completed

A kind of Summer Camp where demigods train in battle and test their powers and skills to the max, readying them for whatever will threaten their lives.

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The Sibling Project

To control the population, families can only have one child... But what about the siblings? — 1x1 mjolnir & barnes

Lazarus

1x1 : Scar.- & purpletorment

Guardians of Hell

Nearly a year has passed since the Harbinger of Hell opened the Gates to Hell. Now roaming the world, nine demons lay in wait for their hosts to sign their names in the book of the beast. [ OPEN ROLES ]

Camp Athens: The Second Year

A camp for the demigod children of Greek Paragons to train as they become soldiers for Olympus, learning to hone their abilities and become heroes. ( Closed )

Reign of the Usurper

Nobles from every corner of the realm journey to the King's keep for a chance to marry their children and claim the throne. Old feuds rekindle, scandals ensue and betrayal is around every corner. [ CLOSED ]

Sand Castle

Storage — Sandbox — Fun Look but don't touch ;p

Tales From Courtmoor

Private RP between BrokenInk, CaptainHooligan & Scar.-

Mirrored Perception

A sandbox for Scar.- & juliebarnes to further explore our characters.

Dark Extinction

When the world is dying, and turning against them... The darkest beings from the corners of the world are forced to come together to save their species. But will they work together or kill each other in the process?

Camp Half-Blood : The Wrath of Ouranos

The rising of a long forgotten God brings 8 Demigods on a deadly quest to save Olympus and the world! ( PRIVATE )

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The nightmare had ended. Andy was grateful for being alive. She was even thankful for the pieces of herself that managed to remain intact. But the tears still welled in her eyes. She was exhausted, the adrenalin was wearing off, and she had yet to see her brother, Trinity or Mason since the chaos vanished. Gods damn Mason for not staying put. She'd kill that stubborn ox when he shows back up if he isn't already dead. Still, deep down, she prayed that he'd show up and save her one last time.

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, stilling herself to find the strength to get up. Somewhere not far off she heard a gasp and the strange sporadic sound of something getting closer. Andy's eyes snapped open, startled, when Iliana dropped on the ground beside her. "Andy? Is there anything I can get you? I am not well versed in handling injuries, but I want to help."

Andy slowly, and sorely, sat up. "You should be helping yourself and your friend," she replied, nodding towards Nelly. "I'm just tired." While she didn't wish anyone at camp any ill will, she still harbored some sourness toward the daughter of Hermes. She was fully aware her private life was no secret, but hearing someone gossip about it still rubbed her the wrong way.

Luckily, Rae's arrival sidetracked the conversation so Andy didn't have to think of an excuse to refuse help. Ok, that's a lie. She had some injuries that definitely needed addressing, but her focus was on getting to the arena to get everyone what they needed, and finding her friends.

Rae knelt down on the ground beside her. "Andy? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just having a small mental breakdown," Andy answered with a halfhearted chuckle. "Normal things." She was thankful for an excuse to put back up her sarcastic facade. Now wasn't the time to be feeling sorry for herself. She could cry about it later.

"Stupid question, I know. None of us are okay, but at least we are alive." That was the truth of it. Rae smiled as she stood up and offered Andy a hand. "Up, up, Wonder Woman."

Andy nodded her head, before taking Rae's proffered hand and got to her feet, if a bit wobbly. "Thanks," she muttered softly.

Before Rae wandered off toward to take a seat in the stands, she looked back over her shoulder at Andy. "Thanks for the armor, by the way. Good looking out!"

The brunette smiled weakly and nodded her head. "No problem."

At that point campers had started flooding into the colosseum, some sat in the stands, others congregated in small groups, or even laid defeated and exhausted on the ground. With a deep breath and all the focus she could muster, Andy waved her hands at the center of the arena. Over a dozen tents flickered into existence around the perimeter like an old TV coming to life. Each structure had canvas walls and curtain doors that could be closed for privacy. Inside every tent was a pair of cots with a fresh pair of pajamas resting on the pillow, and a stocked first aid cart.

Her gaze drifted over to Iliana and Nelly, whom still remained on the ground. Andy didn't have it in her to help them to their feet, if anything she'd just fall back over under their weight. With the last ounce of power she had in her, she waved her hand at the girls. They levitated off the ground, floated into the first tent and were set gently upon the cots.

Andy's legs felt like jello, drained of whatever energy she had left. Her hand reached out and braced herself against the first thing she could find, which happened to be Nick's shoulder. She blinked a few times before realizing who it was and what she did. "Sorry," she mumbled as she wiped away the blood that began to fall from her nose. "Just give me a moment," she pleaded under her breath for only him to hear.

Once the dizziness had subsided, Andy released her hold on Nick's shoulder with an apologetic smile. "Thanks." She gave his arm a gentle pat, then slowly made her way along the line of tents. Her eyes searched the crowd as she walked, but there still was no sight of Daniel, Trinity or Mason. She continued past several empty tents before finally entering one before she passed out in front of everyone. She'd just have to hope that they would show up, or at least try to get some rest before running out to find them.

Her legs buckled as she lowered herself onto the cot, her muscles unable to support her weight any longer. Finally alone, she let her gaze fall to her left arm. She stared at the blood stained bandages for a long moment, scared to see the state of her arm beneath them. With clenched teeth, she slowly and carefully began unwinding the cloth and peeling it away from her skin. Now that she had the time to look at the wound properly, she counted herself lucky that she still had use of her left hand. Everything below the elbow looked as though it was shoved through a meat grinder.

There was a part of her that wanted to ask for help, but the more stubborn, hard headed, part of her wanted to address it before Mason showed up and chastised her. Andy took a rag from the cart and put in her mouth to bite down on. Then, before she could talk herself out of it, she popped the cap of a bottle of peroxide, and dumped its contents over her tattered arm. The intense stinging made her jaw clench tight as she groaned into the rag.


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"It's fine," Evelyn spoke up after he took a step back. "It's hardly the worst feeling of today." She wasn't wrong. He had seen her wounds, not to mention the ones he had himself... But he still said nothing, drowning in his own thoughts but voicing none of them.

"But Sylas..." She began, attempting to look up into his eyes. Fortunately a voice rang out over the speakers throughout camp, cutting off whatever she might have had to say.

Once the announcement shut off, Evelyn sighed, ready to resume the conversation. "You don't owe me an apology." Sylas's brow quirked slightly, but he didn't shift his gaze from the ground. It was easier to be mad at her when he didn't look at her. Everything about her challenged who he thought he was and how he acted... And at that moment he wanted his anger to win, rather than letting himself give in to her wiles... again.

"I left you. I—" Yes, you did. His jaw clenched slightly, but he didn't move and remained silent. "I'm the one that should be sorry, and I am. I truly am. I made a poor and costly judgement. I shouldn't have left you. I should have stayed by your side instead, I did you a great misdeed."

That was a new experience that Sylas wasn't accustomed to. He couldn't recall the last time someone had apologized to him and genuinely meant it. Generally, people were simply sorry to have ever involved themselves in his life, or perhaps sorry for crossing him. But there was a pleading in those apologies, not necessarily for his forgiveness but for him to take pity on them. This... This was different. Sylas did something he never does and put himself on the line for someone else, and after promising to keep her safe she spurned him. That was a wound that was new to him.

Sylas wasn't sure how to react to her words. On one hand there was humility in apologizing and admitting she was wrong. But since when had he cared about humility? He fought a gladiator, held back its blade with his bare hands, and yet she ran off at the next sight of danger. He was angry, betrayed, and perhaps even the faintest piece of him had a tiny inclination to understand what he did to others. There was a reason why he never opened himself up to others, or showed anyone who he really was. People were disappointing and deceitful. But for some reason it stung more when it was Evelyn.

While he expected Evelyn to want to make her way to the arena, she didn't move in that direction. Rather, she took a few steps toward him. With the first step Sylas didn't react, but as she got closer he couldn't help but glance up at her from beneath his brow. Her body language said she wanted to be closer and there was a subconscious part of him that yearned to pull her close. There was something about her that melted his rough edges. He hated it.

Before she could say or do anything else that could soften his resolve, Sylas cleared his throat as his hands slipped into his pockets. "We should get to the arena so you can get that looked at." He vaguely nodded toward her abdomen, before turning and heading in the direct of the arena.

He said nothing for the entirety of the walk. Sylas's body language never showed any hint of concern if she joined him or not. And while he might not have looked over his shoulder to make sure she followed, he was constantly on alert listening for Evelyn's footsteps trailing behind.

When they arrived, it looked like the majority of camp had already made their way to the colosseum. Sylas didn't stop, or look around for anyone to check on or socialize with. He doubted any of them cared if was alive, aside from Liv, perhaps. But he could speak with her later.

Sylas made his way toward one of the empty tents and for a brief moment he lingered in the entrance. He wanted to look back over his shoulder and see where Evelyn went, or perhaps catch a glimpse of her facial expression. His head even twitched, threatening to take a look. But he caught himself before he slipped and went inside the tent.

He sighed softly, looking over the medical cart. Honestly, Sylas didn't know much about first aid, but he was also far too stubborn to ask for help. He unzipped his track jacket and peeled the wet fabric off. Several bruises were already forming on his torso making him look like a sickly dalmatian. The cut across his abdomen didn't appear to be too terribly bad. It had stopped bleeding, and while it might need some stitches, Sylas wasn't dumb enough to attempt that. He did his best to clean it, put some kind of ointment on it and a bandage. Good enough.

The worst part was his hands. Sylas hadn't realized he had been subconsciously avoiding looking at them. While the adrenalin had helped him ignore the pain to survive, now that everything had calmed down he struggled to use them. Both palms had deep gashes from the gladiator's blade. He couldn't tell by looking at them, but whenever he flexed his fingers it felt like something, a muscle or ligament was torn and straining. The skin up to his elbows was red, covered in blisters and splintering scorch marks. And even the tips of his fingers were singed black.

It seemed now that Sylas focused on them the less he could use them. He attempted to bandage them several times only to drop whatever he was holding shortly after he started. "Fuck!" he cursed under his breath and kicked the roll of bandages under the other cot in frustration.



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Of course Trinity couldn't have done what Wes said for once in her life. Stubborn ass woman. She came back to him, ducking under his arm so he could rest it across her shoulders. "I'd rather you beside me right now. Plus, we've watched enough horrors to know the rules." He wanted to argue with her, but if he died he imagined she would raze the Underworld to get him back. He didn't want her leading a suicidal crusade on his behalf. And while he wanted her to go get medical help, he had to try and understand that she wanted the same for him... As much as he wanted her to save herself.

"I had a feeling you'd say that," Wes joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Make sure you tell me if you need to rest." He nodded his head, but said nothing. He was already out of breath and struggling to keep up. He knew if he tried to say something that Trinity would see right through his facade. He had to be strong... for her. Wes remembered what her trial did to her, he wouldn't do that to her if he could help it.

Someone shouted not far off into the woods. His head turned to see Lochlan being chased by a snake, and for the first time at camp Wes didn't feel the urge to blindly run in there and help. While the demigod could die, he also flirted with Trinity, so would camp really be worse off without him? That may have been a bit much, but Wes was also in no shape to be helping anyone, let alone some asshole that stirred shit for fun.

Wes thought that was the end of it and they'd both continue on, then Trinity brought them to a halt. "All right, we’re pulling over."

"What?!" Wes scolded as she leaned him against a tree.

"I'll be right back, I promise." Trinity gave him a quick kiss then ran off after the snake.

"Trinity, he's not worth it!" Wes shouted after her. He pushed off the tree and tried to limp towards the cabin she disappeared into. He only made it a few steps before his leg buckled and he crumpled to the ground with a painful groan. "Gods damn it!" He slammed his fist on the ground in frustration.

Wes took a couple deep breaths mustering up the strength to try and get back to his feet. He cursed himself for chucking his mechanical arm. He only crippled himself further. He clenched his jaw and pushed off the ground, but instead of his body rising, his hand slowly began to sink into the ground. "What the—" Pulling with all his might, he managed to pry his hand free. But during the struggle his knees were enveloped by the earth beneath them.

Quicksand? "Is this Indiana Jones?" He huffed to himself as his gaze scanned the surrounding area trying to find anything he could use to get himself free. He tried reaching for a branch with his mechanical arm, only to then remember it was discarded somewhere in the woods. "Shit!"

He reached out for the branch again. Wes's entire torso tensed and trembled as he used all his core strength to lean forward without falling into the quicksand. He barely managed to grab the branch, nearly falling face first into the muck. Luckily, a vine hung from another nearby tree. It took several swipes of the branch before he could get it free and pulled towards him. But by the time he got his hand on the vine, he was already waist deep and sinking faster.

Wes wrapped his arm up in the vine, getting as tight of a grip as he could. He pulled with all his might, only managing to lift himself up by an inch or two. He didn't have time to brace himself or try something else. He took a deep breath and tried again. This time he got a bit farther... then the vine snapped. The loss in support caused him to fall over, his entire right side landing in the quicksand. Desperate, his hand tried to dig himself free but it only made him sink faster. Wes took in one final deep breath before his entire body was swallowed.

It was cold, wet and dark. Wes imagined that was what it felt like to be buried in concrete. He couldn't move. He felt weightless like he was suspended in a vast void. He held his breath for as long as he could, hoping and praying that somehow Trinity would find him and think of a way to get him out. But it was getting harder not to try and gasp for air. When he couldn't fight it any longer, the ground regurgitated him, spitting him out like a rotten piece of food. Wes was tossed a few feet above the ground, then landed on the solid earth with a thud. He gasped and coughed for air, rolling over onto his side.

Everything in the camp seemed to grow silent before a static filled the air and Andy's voice rung throughout camp. "Uh... Hey everyone, it's Andy. It looks like whatever was going on has stopped. Most of camp seems to be in ruins and I know a lot of us need medical attention. The arena appears to be mostly intact. We should regroup there to rest and get a head count. After some much needed rest, my brother and I will work on repairing cabins and cleaning up camp. Uh... Bye? Over?" Thank the Gods it was over.

Not a moment later, Trinity returned, wrapping him in her arms. Her face nuzzled into him like she was scared that she'd lose him if she didn't hold tight enough. "I don't know what I was doing."

Wes hadn't thought much about it, but he couldn't help but wonder if there was someone else at camp like Eve... Someone who could manipulate those around them. "Yeah... I was content letting him get eaten," he admitted with a weak laugh as he tried his best to return the hug.

With Trinity there to help, Wes accepted her help to try and get to his feet. But as he sat up, his head started to spin. Between the quicksand and the blood loss, he was lightheaded. Sparkles and spots started dancing in his vision. "Son of a—" He mumbled. His eyes rolled back in his head as he fell over like a domino.


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Entering King's Cross sent an excited, yet saddening wave over Victoire as she walked in step with her brother. Only one other time would she be where she is today, and that was when she'd leave Hogwarts for good. Thinking about it made her stomach turn in knots. Not only to no longer be part of the one place that really helped her figure out who she was, but the thought that once school was over... It might be the first time her and Louis are forced to go separate ways. She sighed and quickly suppressed the thought.

They were nearly to the platform when she saw a lost duckling in newly bought robes without any house colors, staring blankly at their ticket in confusion. She left her trolly with her brother, before making her way to the raven haired girl. Victoire squatted down to be at eye level with the girl. "Hello darling, having trouble reaching finding the platform?"

The girl didn't say anything, simply nodded her head. Victoire moved around beside her, placing a tender hand on the girl's back and pointed toward her brother with the other. "Watch." Moments later Louis disappeared through the brick column with his trolly, causing the girl to gasp in shock.

If anything, it seemed to intimidate the poor girl more, who clung to Victoire's Slytherin robes. She smiled placing a hand on her shoulder. "Want me to go with you?" She nodded her head. Thankfully her father stepped up beside her, placing a kiss on her cheek as he took Victoire's trolly so she could help the girl.

Once on the platform, whatever fears the little one had quickly washed away. She gave Victoire a hug and a sheepish, "Thank you." Before scurrying off toward the other first years.

Gods she'd miss this place.

In no time, Scorpius found his way toward them and pulled Louis away like an obedient victim. Victoire sighed and placated their parents as her brother disappeared into the train. She assured them that he loved them in his own weird way and listened to her parents' yearly 'be good' speech. It always sounded like the same nonsense parents always told their kids. But for the two of them it was different. It really meant, 'Keep Louis out of trouble.' And 'Louis, make sure you take care of your sister.' Oh, and of course, 'Victoire, stay in control.' All stuff she heard before, at length, before they headed for King's Cross.

She finally found her way onto the train after her parents smothered her with more hugs that necessary. Separated from their parents, Dominique quickly left Victoire to her own devices, choosing to never be alone with her after the incident those years back. She sighed once alone and found her way onto the train and to her brother's cabin. As what was expected, Scorpius and Victoire exchanged uncomfortable, bordering on disgusted glances as she took the seat across from them.

"Down Malfoy, I come in peace," she said without even looking toward the ill-tempered boy as she dug out her book, Secrets of the Darkest Arts, enchanted to look like Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them. Victoire moved her feet up onto the bench beside her and quickly slunk down into her seat, as she read her book drowning out anything Scorpius was doing.

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Once the opening ceremonies were finished, Victoire didn't find herself rushing off to dormitories like the others. No one had to say anything, she could feel it in the air... Their excitement at sneaking out to the shrieking shack to partake in the kick off party of the year. Another year of being the resident party pooper. She chuckled to herself at the thought of it and sighed as she slowly trudged her way down to the Slytherin common room.

In the past, Victoire would go but keep to herself, often reading a book in the corner or sitting on the porch of the shack with Nox as the parties roared inside. But this was her last year at Hogwarts. The last year to make memories that would last her a life time. She toiled over it all as she weaved her way through first years and congregated Slytherins who whispered about the party in hush tones. And as she reached her bed, Victoire decided that unlike before... This year, she'd try to make the most of it, including trying to enjoy the party.

The whole time she got ready her mind kept replaying, 'It's your last year, make it count.' Victoire didn't rush getting ready, because unlike everyone else, she wasn't itching to get their the second it all started. Baby steps. For her first step, dressing for a party. Victoire dug in her trunk, going back and forth between multiple outfits until she finally settled on one and forced herself into it before she could change her mind and wear something more typical.

As she prepared to leave the dorms far later than the others, she heard approaching steps and a disapproving grunt. "Where might you be going?"

Victoire pivoted on her heels, turning around to be met by Rebecca Abernathy. Syltherin's resident snob and gossip. One of the many reasons she never got an invitation. "I don't have time for this," she whispered to herself. Her hands grabbed the hem of her skirt, hiking it up slightly before she slide her right hand into the top of her boot.

"Woah, what in the bloody hell are you doing, Weasley?" Rebecca asked taking a step back, looking very confused.

Victoire rolled her eyes. What did the dumb girl think? She was going to try and seduce her? She withdrew her wand from within her boot and waved it toward the nosey gossip. "Petrificus totalus." Rebecca went rigid, then fell backward on the ground in the center of the common room like a domino. She slid her wand back into her boot and fixed her skirt. "Mind your own damn business," Victoire said as she stepped over the paralyzed girl and exited the commons.

It didn't take her long to get to a window that didn't show the depths of the Great Lake. She made her way over to it and pushed it open. Victoire checked the halls for any other students before climbing up onto the ledge and then letting herself fall. Once in the air like she had done so many times before, she shifted into animagus form. Black wings appeared where her arms once were and she cawed out happily as she flew toward the Shrieking Shack.

Victoire wasn't flying for long but a whole summer without magic made her itching to shift so that she could spread her wings. It was a free feeling, flying high above the world. Like she was untouchable. She could have stayed up there all night, but soon enough the shack came into view. Victoire flew down toward it and once she was a few feet above the ground, she shifted back into her natural form and landed gracefully on her feet.

She hesitated outside way longer than she should have, checking the protection and cloaking charms she put on the shack years past. And once she could not daly any further, Victoire stepped through the barrier. She was instantly hit with the overwhelming scent of moondew, sweat and alcohol. The thumping of the music sounded like it threatened to knock down the whole shack.

Victoire slowly climbed the steps up to the porch and with a deep sigh, she pushed open before she could turn back. Flashing lights colored everyone in shades of red, blue, yellow, then purple as countless sweaty bodies pressed against each other sharing in laughs, dancing or substances. Even with heels, Victoire's height worked against her. She couldn't scan the crowd for familiar faces. So, with a deep breath and her bravest smile, she started to weave her way through the crowd.


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To say that the taxi didn't drop them off nearly close enough was an understatement. Blair had no idea how deep into the woods this ridiculous camp was, but it was already putting her in a sour mood. She wore the wrong shoes, had way too many bags and the only time she liked being outside was if it involved the beach or a pool. So far, she saw neither of those. And if one more mosquito got anywhere near her, she might flip.

There wasn't a path... Or if it was a path, Blair couldn't tell. She was stepping over fallen branches and ducking under low hanging trees. She trusted Lochlan to lead them deeper because her sense of direction was abysmal. "Whose idea was it to come here again?" She groaned as her heels sunk into the dirt again for about the millionth time. "No one goes to camp after they turn 12 anyway. Why couldn't it be 'Athens Resort'?" She stopped momentarily, having a realization. "We're not sleeping in tents are we?"

Trudging only a couple of feet ahead of his sister ready to lend a hand or shoulder of support if she twisted her ankle in those heels, Lochlan was equally as unsatisfied with their temporary placement. Every whinge coming from his sister, though adding to his own irritation, was right. Why were they here, at a camp, when they were adults that could be in a hundred other places? More to the point, why didn't he tell their father to shove it? "I didn't give your dad the pamphlet for this place." He knew Blair wasn't to blame. Besides, when she had an idea she was usually the type to own it shamelessly and with pride, especially with her gifts of smarts. But somebody had to tip the guy off. Beyond that, he tried not to add to his half-sister's complaints and focused on getting out of this damned jungle.

"He's your sperm donor too," she scoffed as she yanked her rolling suitcase over a rock. Blair was a little bit spoiled... Just a little. She didn't always get everything she asked for. But she was never sent to summer camps or expected to go fishing. If she wanted to spend her days inside shopping or watching movies, then no one told her otherwise. She wasn't an outdoorsy type of person. Hell, she didn't even know if she owned a pair of jeans and hiking boots to survive life at camp. Obviously, she was being forced to broaden her horizons, regardless if she liked it or not.

He sighed out hating to look the part of a confused tourist, but dug in his pocket to consult a scrunched up map he was sure he didn't need. He pursed his lips. "So there's a main hall thing annnnd cabins." Lochlan discarded the map messily again into his pocket and glanced back at Blair. "Wanna shop around for our new home?" Because personally, Lochlan would rather unload all his bags before trying to eat some disgusting cheap food.

"I am a little hungry," she confessed while brushing loose curls out of her face. That was more physical exertion than she had done in the past year... Excluding certain recreational activities. The mile, or however long trek into camp was enough to build up an appetite.

But as it turned out Lochlan wasn’t really asking, because he pushed on in the direction of cabins to browse what would best be suitable for their standards. And the perk was, if he saw something they liked and it was preoccupied, he could just tell them to move.

Whether or not Blair was up for more trudging about the camp, she didn't have a choice. Not unless she was wanting to misplace her brother and get stuck mingling with others on her own. Not likely. She groaned as she pivoted to follow after Lochlan, her stomach growling in protest. Every few steps her bag would get caught on a rock, or branch, or slam into the back of her heels. Her ankles were going to be bruised at that rate.

Soon enough, they found something outwardly sufficing. Lochlan unlocked the door and nudged it open since Blair was over encumbered with excessive luggage. "Home, sweet home," he said without any hint of amusement. He dumped his bags to the side and took some of Blair's from her, treating them a bit more delicately since he could imagine the scolding he'd get for throwing them around.

Blair didn't argue as her brother took her bags. She made her way over to the ancient sofa and collapsed onto the lumpy cushions with a sigh. Once her feet were off the ground, resting on the armrest, she kicked off her heels and tried to relax best she could.

No matter how he worked or set up, the big question was eating at him. That's why he spun to Blair abruptly, "So why are we here? You're the smart one," he said, the irritation evident in his voice. She may have been undeserving of it, but it wouldn't be the first time their attitudes collided. And she was the one deemed intelligent by birth.

She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Yes, because me in my infinite wisdom could have convinced Daddy to change his mind... I thought manipulation was your power." Blair scoffed as she picked the dirt out from under her nails. Sure, she had the stronger pull when it came to their dad. He always resented Lochlan's existence because of Hera's meddling, but that didn't mean he did whatever she wanted. If he did, they wouldn't be there.

Blair exhaled deeply as she swung her legs off the armrest and turned to face him. "Look. I tried to convince him to let us stay home, but he wouldn't listen. Athena got it in his head that this was the best place for us... me," she corrected. "And he knew I wouldn't go anywhere without you. So, blame me all you want, little brother, but I wasn't going to suffer this hell hole alone."

Lochlan rose a brow but honestly wasn't surprised in Athena's part or his sister dragging him through the mud with her. "I guess I should have manipulated him. Spared us all. Don't think that'd sit well with the goddess though." Even then, a part of him wouldn't want Blair off in some camp alone and he wanted to get away from home.

With that, she pushed off the couch, moving to her feet. "I'm going to go claim the biggest bedroom and maybe I have something in these bags more suited for camp... maybe." Blair took her bags and dragged them into the larger of the two bedrooms. She threw them down on the bed and began sifting through their contents. One thing was for certain, Blair didn't think camp was going to be so... campy. She didn't pack for camp, more for a cruise or long vacation.

He hated being in the dark so while his sister claimed the biggest room of course, Lochlan was left trying to clue it all together for himself. What was with the timing and this camp in general? Apparently it was warranted special for them but what the hell did that actually mean. Their father was crap on the whole debriefing unless Blair got the extended version.

Eventually, she found something suitable and put it on, before rejoining Lochlan. "Will you take me to go find something to eat or did you plan on staying here all day and sulking?" Blair gave him a playful smirk as she took a pair of sunglasses from her purse and put them on. "Don't make me suffer this alone."

He rolled his eyes and offered an arm before his own smirk finally showed. "We'll own this place in minutes." Lochlan walked his sister out and along the way, there were a couple of real neighbor-y scenes. Some dramatic and some far too cozy and warm like they jumped out of happyville. Lochlan smirked more thinking such a place would be a treat for him. But he kept dragging Blair along until they could meet the right people to get a foot in the door. Or at least, until they reached the hall.

As they made their way to the main hall Blair noticed the passing campers. The girls didn't catch her attention, but boy oh boy did the guys. They passed one with short hair and tan skin. He looked about as interesting as a saltine cracker, but cute. He might have been boring and untouched like new play-doh, but that just meant she could work him into whatever she wanted. If she wanted. But whatever attention was on him was sidetracked at the sight of a very tall and handsome man. He had long brunette hair. Gods did she love long hair. And that little cleft in his chin could make her weak in the knees.

Seamlessly, like she had done so many times before, Blair slipped her arm from Lochlan's and gave him a little shove forward so they didn't look like they were together. Luckily Fabio's attention seemed focused elsewhere, so he didn't notice her approach. Just as she was about to pass him Blair just so happened to trip. Oh dear, how clumsy. She stumbled into him in such a way that it would be impossible for him not to catch her. She grabbed hold of his arms to steady herself... And my were his biceps large.

Blair regained her footing, standing chest to chest with her savior. She smiled coyly looking up at him. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry." Then she giggled in a flirty way as she brushed her raven hair out of her face, pushing her sunglasses up to rest on top of her head. "The outdoors and I aren't really simpatico. But I wouldn't mind being on a first name basis with you." She smirked, quirking a brow as she extended her right hand toward him. "I'm Blair."


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"Yeah." Mason's voice was quiet. He didn't want to admit it anymore than Andy did. "Daniel okay?" He changed the subject, which she didn't know if she was happy about or not.

She never got the chance to respond regardless. Mason's name was called next and subconsciously her hand gripped tighter to his. He unhooked his fingers from hers as he stood. Andy let him, but only to avoid further wrath from the Gods. She didn't want him to go. She saw what it was doing to everyone and she wanted to keep him, Trinity and even herself from experiencing it. But they had no choice.

"It's going to be okay." A lie. No one was ok when they came back out.

Andy curled in on herself as her anxiety only seemed to rise. She crossed one leg over the other. Her left held her abdomen while she chewed on her right thumbnail. With every step Mason took closer to the arch her leg bounced furiously. Somehow she was more scared of what he'd see in there than her inevitable trial. Andy and Mason's relationship was rocky at best. It finally seemed like they had reached stable ground. She was terrified whatever would happen in there could undo everything.

She was silent, almost holding her breath as Mason entered the illusion. Andy's brows furrowed as a vision of herself came to life in his trial. But then there was Ajax... And a child. Her heart sank as her gaze fell back to Mason. He couldn't bear to look at it. She just sat there and watched him, watched his sadness and pain. Gods she hated this. What was worse? Being stuck in your own worst nightmares? Or the people you care about in their nightmares as you watch helplessly? This was all its own new breed of hell.

Then the crash of lightning made her flinch. For a moment Andy could have swore she felt the pain all over again. It was hard for her to watch, each bolt sent a chill down her back. But the fight ended as quickly as it began leaving Mason on his knees with a sword at his neck. She knew he wasn't going to die. She saw enough of the other demigods face their own demise within the illusions. That didn't stop her from wanting to jump up from her seat and go after Alex. But she was frozen in place. There was nothing she could do. Andy turned her head away, flinching as the sword swung down. She waited a long moment as a single tear rolled down her cheek before looking back toward the arena, finding Mason unharmed... Or, alive at least.

Andy's gaze didn't leave him as he returned to the stands. Mason didn't sit beside her though. It seemed he sat almost as far away as possible. For only a brief second he looked toward her. She wanted to beckon him closer, or perhaps go join him. But his gaze fell and he didn't move closer. Neither did she.

Then, as if to add insult to injury, Trinity was called next. Andy tried her best to give her friend a brave smile but it was sympathetic more than anything. At first it was a blood bath, but at Trinity's own hands. She had a bloodlust that made Andy thankful to not be on the opposing side of the blonde. It was an interesting trial, but so far nothing that seemed overly scarring. That was until Theo and Wes emerged. First the pair fought each other until Trin got their attention.

"What are you doing?" Andy whispered under her breath. Trinity should have let the men fight, but now she had no choice but to take them on herself. First she handled Theo, pinning him to the ground with an arrow or two, but that left Wes. Andy's stomach twisted as she watched the lovers fight. She already knew how it'd end before it did and opted not to watch.

When Trinity returned to her seat, Andy did the only thing she could think of. Without a word or a sideways glance, she reached out and took her friend's hand in hers. They sat there in silence, stoic like statues as the next trial commenced. In the blink of an eye her attention drifted as all the possibilities of what she could face inside flashed through her mind. Trinity was one of the strongest people she knew and seeing her broken only frightened Andy more. They were getting to the end which only seemed to make her nerves worse.

Andy only managed to look up when she heard her own voice. No matter how many times she saw herself in these illusions it didn't make it any easier. Theo's trial felt like a strange deja vu, but not. This time everyone relied on him for guidance. Then one by one they died. Her hand tightened around Trinity's as Wes died before their eyes for a third time that day. Suicide, his lover's blade and monsters. She could only imagine how hard that was to watch.

"Andromeda Bolton."

Her heart skipped a beat. Andy looked around at the demigods scattered throughout the arena like her name being called was an accident. But it wasn't. It was only herself and Liam left. She took a deep breath and gave Trinity's hand one final squeeze before moving to her feet. She found herself looking back towards Daniel and Mason for some amount of reassurance although nothing would help. Rather than hesitate, when Andy reached the archway her pace quickened and she entered it head first. The sooner in, the sooner out.

It was dark, nearly pitch black, aside from a feint glow emitting from the far end of the corridor. She was in a cavern of some sort, not man made but not quite natural either. The deeper Andy wondered the more her heart raced. Like a breeze, voices no louder than whispers swept past her, inaudible but pleading. It all felt familiar, but sickeningly so. She wanted to turn back, but the path behind her seemed darker and more daunting. She escaped the Underworld before, she could do it again. Just follow the light.

The cave slowly began to widen. Andy's pace quickened until she was running towards the light. The corridor opened to reveal a large room that still managed to feel claustrophobic. There was barely enough light to see the surrounding walls. And unmoving in the center, like an ominous demon, stood Hades, cloaked in black with a sick grin. "Miss Bolton, good to see you."

"No..." Andy shook her head before she turned around and tried to exit the way she came. But behind her was no path, just another rock wall like those around the room. She groaned out of aggravation and punched the wall. "No. No. No." Her voice pleaded like she was trying to wake herself up from a cruel nightmare.

"What's the rush? You only just arrived." Hades slowly approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

The brief contact of their skin made memories of her last time in the Underworld flash before her eyes. The cold, dark and damp. The torture at the God's own hands. It plagued her nightmares every night, but this wasn't a dream. She couldn't wake herself. Andy slipped from his grasp and shoved Hades backwards. "Don't touch me!"

"Come now? Can't we be civilized?" He held out his hand in a slight surrendering gesture.

Andy backed away until she was butt up against the wall with no where to go. "What do you want?"

Hades sighed, giving up the game of trying to remain polite and cordial. "We have a score to settle," he said nonchalantly as he cupped his hands behind his back.

Her brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

The God diverted towards her, stopping a foot away from her, pointing an index finger. "Don't play coy with me. A deal was struck. Your life in exchange for that pathetic Valis boy."

"I..." Andy searched for the words but came up blank. She had no argument. It was a fair trade. And she would have remained there if it wasn't for...

Hades cut her off her train of thought as he took a hold of her jaw and pressed her head back into the wall. "I didn't have you for a day before my stupid son stuck his nose where it didn't belong. He's soft. Like his mother." He released her face with a shove, nearly knocking her to the ground. He began to pace angrily. His steps echoed off the walls masking the whispers of the lost souls. "You owe me a debt and I demand payment." He turned to face Andy and pointed toward the ground. "Now!"

With the boom of his voice, torches appeared illuminating the room. The flames grew as two gallows materialized in the center of the chamber behind Hades. Two nooses swung free absent a hangman. "A life for a life? That was the original bargain, was it not?" He approached her and took hold of the back of her neck, forcefully leading her to the center of the room.

"Let go of me!" Andy fought against his hold, but Hades's grasp was tight. Each time she squirmed his fingers constricted.

"You will choose!" He shoved her forward, causing Andy to stumble and fall to her knees. When she looked up the nooses that were once empty were then occupied. On the gallows to the right stood Ajax and on the left, Mason. The rope was tight around their throats with their hands tied behind their backs. Both mumbled through their gags and fount their restraints as they locked eyes with Andy.

The panic instantly set in. Tears fell from her eyes. Andy's chest constricted as she gasped for air, unable to breathe. She turned towards Hades, groveling on her hands and knees. "No. P-please," she begged through struggled breaths. "Kill me! Take me! I'll do whatever you want. I won't leave! I won't fight!" She held her hands up above her head, wrists together in surrender.

Hades slowly crouched down to meet her eye to eye. "You already promised me your life in exchange for one of their's and you broke that promise. Your life is not worth two. I want you to suffer for crossing me. You will live. And a day won't go by where you don't think about the life you ended because of your misdeeds." He stood back upright, pushing off his knees. "So... Who will it be? The man you sacrificed yourself for? Or the man who saved you?"

Andy nearly doubled over as she began to sob. "Please..." She sounded defeated. Her voice barely louder than a whisper.

"You will choose... Or I shall kill them both!" The God raised his hand, motioning his fingers towards the gallows.

The sound of struggling and thrashing made Andy whip her head around. Before her eyes the ropes tightened around Mason's and Ajax's throats, and began to lift them off the ground. "No!" she screamed as she scrambled to her feet and ran towards the wooden platforms.

Hades snapped and the two men landed back on their feet. "Then choose!"

Andy remained frozen where she stood. Her chest heaved with every breath on the edge of hyperventilating. Her eyes shifted back and forth between the two. Ajax's own gaze was soft. There was no begging or fear. It was like he already knew she would pick him and he was trying to sooth her through a single glance. But Mason... He didn't dare look at her at all. His eyes were fixed on his father. A death glare. He looked as though he had accepted his fate and was ready to die, his only regret being he couldn't take Hades with him.

She had to choose. There was no other way. She was in Hades's domain... And so were they. Andy was out powered and out matched. It wasn't fair, none of it. While the time that passed might have only felt like a few minutes, to her it was an eternity. A lifetime of memories passed before her eyes. Memories of Ajax and memories of Mason, the good and the bad. All of it, every moment. She tried to weigh the two choices, to come to a decision logically. But no matter how many times she went over it, her heart over ruled her head. She knew from the moment they appeared before her. There was one she instinctually wanted to run to and save. It was there all along. Her head fell as she let out a sob in defeat.

Hades slowly walked up behind her and spoke quietly. "You've chosen?"

Under her breath, not even loud enough to be a whisper, Andy said the name. That doomed name of someone she cared about, destined to die. She dared not say it louder, nor would she watch it happen. It was done. She chose. That was the end of it.

"By your lead," Hades motioned his hands towards the gallows, signaling that she would be the one to do the deed.

It was like a punch to the gut. She felt like the wind was knocked out of her. "Please..." Andy begged once more, this time looking into the God's eyes. But there was no remorse, no pity. Just anger.

"If I have to repeat myself once more... I'll kill your brother too."

"Fuck!" She cried out in defeat and anger, before burying her face in her hands.

Somehow, Andy forced herself to move, before Hades could threaten anyone else in her life. She ascended the wooden stairs of the scaffold in a haze. With every step she tried to think of a way out of it, but in the end nothing would work. He was a God. She couldn't beat that no matter how hard she tried. It'd only get more people killed. A trembling hand reached out to grab the lever and she froze. She took a deep breath and looked over at her victim. "I'm sorry, Ajax." She prayed Zeus would show up in the nick of time.

Andy closed her eyes and turned her head away as she pulled the lever. Then there was the sound of a trap door opening and thrashing. She looked over to find Ajax still standing beside her, but in the distance Mason dangled from the rope, writhing like a fish out of water. "No!" She screamed as she leapt from the platform and stumbled into her landing. She scrambled to her feet and sprinted towards Mason. She tried to support his weight best she could, but couldn't hold him and remove the noose. She conjured a knife and quickly hacked at the rope until it snapped.

Mason's limp body collapsed to the ground, taking Andy down with it. He was already dead. Anyone else would have seen it. But Andy was in a furious haze. She quickly moved to his side and pulled the noose from around his neck. "Mason?!" Her voice cracked as she said his name. She leaned down to listen for a heart beat and started giving him chest compressions. But when she finally looked back at him, blank eyes glazed over stared up at the ceiling.

Hades chuckled as he disappeared in a puff of smoke. Andy tried to pull Mason into her lap, but as she reached for him her hands passed straight through him. He vanished right before her eyes. "No. No. NO!" She let out a blood curdling scream as she frantically dug at the dirt trying to bring him back.

Andy kept digging, covering herself in dirt, the dust clinging to the tear trails on her cheeks. She didn't stop, not until a gentle hand reached out and touched her shoulder. "...Andromeda."

She pulled away quickly, looking over her shoulder to find her Hecate looking down at her with, what almost looked like, concern in her eyes. Andy quickly moved to her feet when reality set back in. Her gaze quickly searched the crown until she saw Mason sitting there. Then, and only then, was she able to finally breathe, taking in a sharp breath like she had nearly been suffocating. She looked back at her mother with a sad and angry gaze that said everything she didn't need to. She wasted no time finding her way to the stands, taking a seat that was closest to the exit. She wanted nothing more than to be out of there as soon as possible.


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