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Keun Seung-min

the trickster.

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a character in “Camp Athens II”, as played by Korruption

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xxxS E U N G - M I N x K E U N
xxxxxxxxxxx 트 릭 스 터 xx t r i c k s t e r xx / t r i k s t ə r / x





"None loves the messenger who brings bad news."
- sophocles




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n i c k n a m e s x // x seung (sometimes, neutral), seung-minnie (friends, likes), haipeo-ssi/ah (korean-speaking friends, secretly likes but acts like he doesn't), oppa/hyung (korean people younger than him, adores because he's usually the younger one)

a g e x // xseventeen

g e n d e r x // xcismale

s e x u a l i t y x // xpansexual (slight preference for males)

o r i g i n x // xdaegu, south korea

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

p a r e n t a g e x // xhermes






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아 름 다 운; A L E U M D A U N


h e i g h t x // x5'9" (175 cm)

w e i g h t x // x133 lb (60 kg)

h a i r x // xReally, Seung-min dyes his hair more than a K-pop idol would; it's surprising that his roots haven't started crumbling into thin air. Seung-min's hair is never one definite color, although the style tends to stay the same. Saying that he loves experimenting with his hair is a total understatement. This is his current hairstyle.

e y e s x // xSeung-min has the typical deep brown eyes of an East Asian. They twinkle with a mischievousness that makes people think he's going to prank them (which, he probably is).

o d d i t i e s x // xSeung-min has a boxy, rectangular smile, along with two ear piercings. He can speak both Korean and English with complete fluency, Japanese with partial fluency, and he's trying to pick up German but is failing horribly at it.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xSeung-min has been described as the rare type of person who could pull off both sexy and cute perfectly. He has a tendency to convey his emotions through his appearance - Seung-min is an open book. If he's sad, it will be incredibly obvious in how he holds himself; Seung-min isn't skilled in the art of pretending.

One thing to note about Seung-min's style is that he's obsessed with Gucci. Now, he's never been a douchebag rich kid - in fact, he's never been rich at all. Nonetheless, Seung-min loves expensive, brand name clothing. He also constantly wears bandanas.






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기 질; G I J I L
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s h o r t xd i s t a n c e xt e l e p o r t a t i o nx // x Seung-min can teleport across short distances. This skill of his isn't as good as it could be.

c l o n i n g x // x Seung-min can form copies of himself or other objects. They aren't physical copies, only illusions, but the skill's helpful when you want to hide from your enemy in plain sight.

e i d e t i c xm e m o r y x // x Name a date, and Seung-min can recall the events with incredibly high precision, if not perfection. This, along with Seung-min's speed, are his strongest abilities by far. However, his eidetic memory is like a curse sometimes - remembering horrendous events exactly as they happened is rather painful.

s p e e d x // x Hermes children are the fastest demigods in camp.



힘; H I M
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e m p a t h e t i c x // x Seung-min is an empathetic person with the ability to relate to others on an emotional level.

c l e v e r x // x If Seung-min wanted to, he could become an legend in the criminal world, and that takes smarts. Seung-min isn't the most book-smart person you could find, but he's clever in a real-world sense.

c o m b a t x // x Seung-min isn't the strongest person, nor the best with weapons, but he knows how to apply his skills in the best possible way in combat.



약 점; Y A G J E O M
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k l e p t o m a n i a c x // x Seung-min literally can't control himself in this aspect.

h i s xp a s t x // x Seung-min is doing pretty well about it these days. However, if someone used his past as a weapon against it, Seung-min wouldn't be able to bear it. The littlest things in life still bring him pain; of course, it's only a small group of seemingly ordinary things, but the effect they have on Seung-min is immense. Such as birthdays - he hates them. He'd rather not talk about cancer, or suicide, or blood, or ropes. No candles, and nothing vanilla. If someone wants to truly stab at Seung-min's heart, his past is the ideal weapon.

h i s xl o v e d xo n e s x // x When it's said that Seung-min will do literally anything for those he truly loves, he will do literally. Anything. No joke, he would do things like selling his body, manslaughter, all of the above without hesitation if it could save his loved ones.



무 서 움; M U S E O U M
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c a n c e r x // x Sure, no one wants to get cancer, but even talking about the disease can make Seung-min's heart quicken. It's getting better, though.

l o s i n g xl o v e d xo n e s x // x Over 90% of the population probably fears losing their loved ones, but for Seung-min, it's a fear worth mentioning. He's a friendly person, but this fear of his tends to make him unwilling to let people in.

f i r e x // x Yes, Seung-min does have a "normal" fear that doesn't relate directly to his past. Not sure if being scared of fire is considered normal, but Seung-min gets slightly jumpy around controlled fires.





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성 격; S E O N G - G Y E O G
xxxxxx eccentric xx mischievous xx protective xx sincere x


Seung-min has never qualified as normal, not in any sense. He's a rather eccentric person; his mannerisms are strange and his personality is the type that you could never forget. He's a cheerful, social person who's absolutely shameless; dare him to pole dance against a tree in the middle of camp, and he'd do it with his head held high. Seung-min seems to have no inhibition; he's not afraid to be who he wants to be and doesn't care if society judges him.

You can't be Hermes' son without a little mischievousness. Seung-min is a prankster at heart; sure, he might joke around with some pick-up lines for a little fun, but Seung-min loves a true, full-blown prank, and appreciates someone who is playful enough to keep up with him. Despite this though, Seung-min is also aware of people's limits, and makes sure not to cross the line.

In general, Seung-min is a pretty light-hearted kid. He tends to be friendly and get along with just about anyone. Seung-min has many friendships, but he has only a small amount of friends who he's truly close with, and if Seung-min caught someone even looking at them the wrong way, then boy, they better be ready to go through the ringer. Seung-min is deeply protective of the people he truly holds near and dear to his heart. He lost the two people he adored the most in the past, and Seung-min won't let that happen with anyone else he grows close to.

Despite Seung-min's dominant cheerful, shameless side, there's also a deeper, more serious side to him that usually shows up through his sincerity. Seung-min is a pained soul, and despite his mischievous disposition and legitimately positive outlook on life, there is a melancholic part of his heart that has taken a permanent spot in his life after his two best friends left. Seung-min may be a trickster, but if you think that he's an inconsiderate, shallow person who doesn't know what pain's like, you couldn't possibly be more wrong.






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이 야 기; I Y A G I


Keun Seung-min (pronunciation: KUHN SUHNG-meen; hangul: 근승민; hanja: 斤蠅敏) had two best friends in his life who he absolutely adored beyond comprehension. One was Aloisia Leitzke, referred to as Lois, a sharp-eyed half German, half Korean girl who could roast Seung-min fluently in nine languages, and the other was Choi Yong-jun, a Korean boy from the other side of Seung-min's hometown who was exactly two days, seven hours, six minutes, and twenty-seven seconds younger than him, and the subject of his puppy love. Both were short, savage, and the strongest people Seung-min could name.

The Sehnsucht he feels for them is stronger than any other emotion in the world.

Seung-min had always been a rather hyperactive, eccentric child. He was the type who would fanboy shamelessly over his favorite K-pop group (read: Big Bang) one moment, and be daydreaming about American churros the next. Seung-min never stays on one topic. Nothing in Daegu had ever had ever held his lingering attention before Yong-jun and Lois. It was a week before his tenth birthday when he met the two of them; Yong-jun had just moved to Seung-min's neighborhood and his parents, conveniently, had adopted an orphaned Lois one month before. Seung-min walked up to them for a superficial reason: he thought Yong-jun was pretty. Lois was too, but she wasn't the one Seung-min developed a crush on. Sure, Lois' eyes were a captivating swirl of smoldering amber and forest green, but Yong-jun's rounder and more ethereal features won Seung-min over. The two were sitting in the corner of the classroom, not looking at each other but staying within a three foot proximity. They had introduced themselves quietly at the beginning of class - it turned out Lois had skipped a grade. After that, no one else paid them any heed, but Seung-min approached them brightly, inviting both of them to a small birthday party he was going to have at his grandparents' farm.

At first, their brutal rejection had pained Seung-min. He didn't let it show, but the two new kids made harsh words hurt more than they should've. Seung-min kept his boxy smile on his face, and told them they could come if they changed their minds.

"Seung-min, did you meet the new children? I believe their names are Yong-jun and Lois."

"Yeah, I invited them to my birthday party next week! The others don't like them, eomma, but they just seem like people who don't let others push them around. Don't worry, I'll be their friend!"

"... your father would be proud, Seung-min ah."

"... really?"


Yong-jun and Lois came to Seung-min's birthday party. They didn't immediately hit it off; their friendship was the type that snuck into their lives over time until one day, the three of them finally realized it was there.

Seung-min was friendly with everybody, but he rarely developed true friendships with anyone. Yong-jun's rare gummy smile and Lois' slightly perverted jokes she only reserved for those closest to her kept Seung-min by their side for six years.

Yong-jun and Lois were always there... until one day, they disappeared like they never existed. Yong-jun had leukemia; his parents grew neglectful over the years as their relationship weakened, and Yong-jun didn't get any help at all. He did a brilliant job of hiding it, but Seung-min and Lois knew something was wrong; the former couldn't pinpoint it.

It was Seung-min's sixteenth birthday; he was waiting for Yong-jun and Lois to come to his house like they always did for the last five years, but they never came. Seung-min gave them a day to redeem themselves. He was confused; they never skipped each other's birthdays. After that one day, on Yong-jun's birthday, Seung-min went to his house as usual. His parents let him in without a word. Seung-min didn't know what was going on, until he headed upstairs. There he found Lois and Yong-jun, sitting in the latter's bed as they stared blankly at a burning candle; vanilla essence, the scent Yong-jun had been so fond of. Yong-jun looked horrible, like the spirit of death itself. He could barely keep his eyes open as he muttered a German phrase to Lois. Yong-jun then turned to Seung-min, who was frozen in shock.

"I'm sorry. Goodbye."

Yong-jun died on his sixteenth birthday. Seung-min cried for three months, and then some. Lois just dipped her head in respect before moving on in life, like she was used to tragedy and pain. She was never the emotional type; Seung-min thought that she was always the strong one out of the three of them.

On Lois' fifteenth birthday, Seung-min trudged on over to her home. He was still grieving, but he refused to neglect his other best friend. When he got there, it was four in the morning; Lois liked to get up early, so Seung-min and Yong-jun did so to on her birthday, just to respect her preferences. Seung-min let himself in quietly, making sure not to wake up Lois' adoptive parents. As he walked upstairs, he received a series of texts from none other than Lois herself.

Life is hard, Seung-minnie. So please, tell me that I was brilliant. Tell me that I worked hard. Tell me that I was enough for you, for Yong-jun, for everybody.

I'm a cruel person, Seung-min oppa. So, so cruel. Please fulfill my one request: do not blame yourself. It was never your fault. It was mine for being weak. Do not lose heart, do not lose your soul, you are so much stronger than I am. Was.

You do not deserve what I'm about to do to you.

Goodbye, oppa.


Seung-min ran. He ran upstairs, he didn't care who he woke up. He screamed when he saw Lois' body, a rope tightened around her neck. He screamed when they took him away, he screamed when he was given a shock blanket. He screamed when he realized, it was November 26th, Lois had killed herself on her birthday, like how Yong-jun died from cancer on his.

Lois was so, so cruel, but Seung-min could never hate her.

All he could do was continue, do as she asked. He did not lose heart, because she told him not to. Seung-min followed Lois' last instructions to a tee. The pain never lessened, but over time, Seung-min grew stronger.

One day, the pain came back, and Seung-min could not take it. He had the pills, no one was around. He raised his hand to his mouth when a man suddenly appeared out of nowhere and grabbed his wrist. The man was Hermes, Seung-min was later told. His father.

Hermes told him that if Seung-min didn't kill himself, that if he bore through the pain like he had for over half a year, he would be happy when he saw Yong-jun and Lois in the Underworld. Seung-min was almost there, Hermes told him. Seung-min had almost healed. Just a little further, and then the pain would be a burden that Seung-min wouldn't be hindered by no longer.

Hermes sent Seung-min to Camp Athens. He thrived there, because despite what Seung-min went through and what he could possibly go through in the future, he was still a cheerful, bright kid deep down. He escaped depression, and he was going to live life to the fullest. For Lois, his best friend. For Yong-jun, the love he was never able to confess to.




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So begins...

Keun Seung-min's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Greer Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson Character Portrait: Stanley Foster Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Adrianna Lockwood Character Portrait: Dominic Costas Character Portrait: Nikolaos King Character Portrait: Annie Lee Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Rodger Williams Character Portrait: Dimitri Costas Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Lise Moulin Character Portrait: Finley Nguyen Character Portrait: Mateo Lopez Character Portrait: Areum Moon Character Portrait: Elias Stratos Character Portrait: Raven Ackerman Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters

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тнey нave ligtning ιn тнeιr souls.
thunder ιn тнeιr нearтѕ.
And chaos ιn тнeιr вoneѕ. - ทιĸιтα gιℓℓ

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Image Alex had never been to one single party before she came to Camp Athens. Their mother never allowed her to leave the house. Last years had been a blast, but this year was going to be different. Alex sat quietly as her brother took the chair across from her. "Are you okay?" He watched her as she managed to turn her attention to him. "..don't tell me it's nothing. When some of the campers left for the year, others stayed here. You didn't. You left me. Where did you go?"

Alex shook her head. "I'm fine. This isn't about when I left. Then, I just needed to be by myself."

"You know it's dangerous out there. Especially by yourself. Has Mason said something to you again? is that why you left?"
"No."
"Okay, so what's wrong now? Did someone else say something to you?"
"No!" she snapped.
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Image "Just leave it alone, okay? Don't ask me any more questions." she stood up angrily. "Please." she added. It wasn't like her to shut him off without talking to him. He nodded once, his eyes looking down as he did. She gave him a glare before walking silently passed him. Maybe she shouldn't have come back to camp this year since everyone already thought she was a murderer. No one would possibly miss her, would they? Everything in her life had already turned upside down because of a stupid feud between two Gods. They just couldn't let things stay in the past.

Image He looked up, watching her head into her room. Hopefully, the party would make her feel better. Being around Duke and Wes always brought a smile to her face. Especially Duke. Oh, Ajax had noticed the way his little sister looked at his best friend. Was she acting like this because of him? Duke had recently found out about his little sister, and Alex had seen them together a couple of times without knowing who she is. Was she jealous? the corners of Ajax's lips began to lift upwards, forming a large smile as he looked away and hung his head. Laughing. He had never known her to be jealous, not even once, or she just managed to hide it well. Daniel had a new girl around him before he passed, but Alex didn't seem to batter an eye. He could go in there and tell her about Duke's sister, but maybe it would be way more entertaining for her to find out from Duke himself.

Ajax headed out the second he was dressed, but first grabbing his rucksack which sat near the front door. He decided to wear something casual: Party Outfit. As promised, he arrived a bit early with the music he had downloaded the night before on his computer. It was all taking place down near the beach again where a large campfire was sitting in the middle ready to be lit. Around it at a good safe distance sat four large log benches for everyone to chill out around the flames. The staff members were the ones hosting it all, so they were cooking on the BBQ tonight. They had containers filled with ice where the beer bottles chilled, and quite the buffet on a long table so people could help themselves to sandwiches, pizza, sausage rolls and every other party food displayed. The BBQ would be serving burgers and hot dogs with or without onions. A large variety for everyone to say the least.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Greer Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin

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In an oddly relaxed manner that evening, Emery was lounging on her bed, reading a book - one of the volumes of old fairytales some great-aunt or other had gifted to her when she was much younger. Shouts and laughter drifted in through the window that she'd opened just a crack, indicators that the party had already begun to swing into gear. Emery figured she'd finish this chapter, get dressed, and head down to join the rest.

Ten minutes later, she slipped a bookmark between the pages and left the tome sitting on her nightstand, pulling out clothes from her wardrobe. She lingered briefly on a dress, then shoved it aside - too many layers, that close to the fire she'd sweat through it and ruin the entire thing. She could almost hear Grandma tutting in the back of her mind.

Emery eventually settled on a sweater, picking a skirt to match it. A slight breeze slipped into the room while she was dressing, dancing around her legs and making gooseflesh prickle, so she pulled a pair of socks on just for good measure.

A loud whistle sounded right outside the cabin, evidently meant to draw her attention. Emery pushed the window open, leaning out of it to call to Theo. "I'll be right down! Don't finish it without me." Grandma's voice resurfaced again, this time a warning about drinking too much, but Emery shrugged it off. She could handle her alcohol.

She slipped her feet into a pair of worn oxfords and hurried out of her cabin, following the path down to the fire. Most of the students were milling around already, talking to each other. Emery spotted Gwendolyn and raised a hand, waving at her - the unspoken promise of I'll come talk to you later - and turned her attention to the food, filling her plate with a little bit of everything that looked interesting. To her surprise, by the time she reached the other end of the tables Theo was there, talking to Ajax.

"Ajax, hi. Theo, I believe you promised me alcohol?"


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"Should I bother going to the party?" Ji-hyun mumbled, staring into his mug at the strong tea he'd just brewed. Taking a deep breath, he tilted his head back and downed the warm drink, then swirled the remaining liquid and leaves at the bottom and drained the mug, turning it this way and that to try to make sense of the leaves inside.

Turned this way, it could be a fire, which would probably mean yes. But turned the other way...it looked like a mountain, which meant no. "Can you please give me a straight answer?"

As if on cue, his phone lit up and began buzzing wildly, the alarm that he'd set earlier to remind himself to get ready going off. He supposed that could be a sign of its own. Which meant yes, he should go.

Sighing, Ji-hyun set the mug down and got to his feet, glancing around as if the clothes he was going to wear would magically fly out of his closet. No such luck. "Hey, will anyone mind if I turn up in sweatpants?" he turned back to the mug and posed another question. The leaves' arrangement didn't change, but someone outside laughed, high and shrill, and he resigned himself to his fate. He would have to change.

Having gotten dressed, Ji-hyun left the cabin and wandered towards the other cabins. It would be a sad party if he had to go alone. "Seung-min! Are you coming?"

Ji-hyun wasn't unfit by any means, but by the time he reached the cabin the uphill climb had him breathing a little heavily. He knocked on the door. "Why the hell are your cabins so far away? And you can teleport!" he recalled, a little indignantly. "Shouldn't you be faster than I am? And they say I'm lazy? Get your butt out here!"

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McKenna frowned at the mess of metal before her. She was merely bored and decided to forge something without any idea in mind... it turns out that doesn't work for the blonde.

McKenna sighed, tossing the metal into the scrap bucket - a place she threw all of her deformed pieces where she would either: one, melt into one piece of metal and a later time or two, attempt to do some weird chemical processes to those horrendous things and actually separate the metals. It works, McKenna told herself firmly with full confidence. What it worked with? Now, that was the temperamental factor.

McKenna was about to leave for her cabin when she stopped in her tracks, realizing that she hasn't labeled what compounds were in the metal potpourri she had just created. She grabbed her sharpie, scrawling a quick "18" on the deformed shape before referring to the notebook she associated with all her blacksmith matters.

Potassium, McKenna began her list with the alkali metal she had used. She had desperately wanted to work with stuff like caesium, francium, or perhaps rubidium, but their melting points were too low, and francium was truly quite rare. Strontium, beryllium, indium, iron, tantalum, tungsten. Typical blacksmiths perhaps restricted themselves to wrought iron and steel, but not the daughter of Hephaestus.

After she finished her list, McKenna slammed her notebook shut, walking back to her cabin to change. She originally wasn't going to the bonfire, but she had reached a creative block with her metals (instead of writer's block, it was blacksmith's block). McKenna really didn't care if she was late, though, so there was no rush in her step.

Once she got back to her cabin, McKenna pulled on her much-loved Serbian sweatshirt, jeans, and tattered sneakers. The blonde sauntered out of the cabin without much thought.

McKenna arrived at the bonfire, eyeing the socializing campers with distaste. Not her thing. McKenna wasn't the shy type, but she was introverted, preferring to stay with her metals and fire rather than "hang out with friends." No, thanks.
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Seung-min pouted as he stared into his full length floor mirror, his outfit choices on either side of him. While Seung-min wasn't as concerned with his glamorous beauty as maybe the Hera or Aphrodite kids were, when he didn't randomly throw on a set of clothes 95%, he tended to have a really hard time choosing outfits.

Finally, Seung-min just decided to go for it and chose his outfit for the party. Now that he thought of it, it wasn't really worth it to wear his opening ceremony shirt to the bonfire.

Seung-min grinned at himself proudly through the mirror. His moment was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "Why the hell are your cabins so far away? And you can teleport!" Seung-min gulped as he remembered the time and his precious little hyung (okay, sure, Ji-hyun definitely wasn't the little one out of the two of them). Eidetic memory didn't necessarily mean, "aware of surroundings."

"Shouldn't you be faster than I am?" Ji-hyun continued. "And they say I'm lazy? Get your butt out here!" Seung-min grabbed his shoes, shoving them on his feet as he dashed towards the door. However, his running and teleportation didn't necessarily coordinate when Seung-min didn't concentrate and really just wanted to get somewhere. A few feet before he reached the door, Seung-min teleported outside without much thought, accidentally slamming into his (favorite) hyung.

"Sorry, hyung!" Seung-min chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "You know me, I'm like that. I can't believe you came all the way here little ol' me!" Seung-min grinned brightly. Personally, he considered the older boy a close friend, although he wasn't sure if that was really the case in Ji-hyun's opinion. "Anyway, let's go!"

The two began walking down to the bonfire, although Seung-min had significantly more bounce in his step than Ji-hyun (hell, he was practically skipping). "Why are you going to the party, hyung? Doesn't really seem like your scene, if I'm honest. Is there going to be alcohol? Wait, of course there's going to be alcohol... hopefully. I was obedient back in Daegu, following the law and whatnot, but you know I'm just not a goody-two shoes, hyung! I was actually going to snatch my parents' alcohol once when I was fifteen, but my friend said I probably wouldn't act much different if I was drunk, except for being much crazier, and you know, I don't want to put the burden of taking care of a drunk me on anyone." Seung-min, admittedly, had faltered a bit when he mentioned his friend - but he could slip them into his everyday conversation now. I'm doing better, he thought to himself, slightly proud.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Greer Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Nikolaos King Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin

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Emery, Theo, and Ajax were joined by a few people pretty quickly, first Alex, then Andy. Emery looked around while waiting, chewing slowly on a puff pastry, letting herself ease into the festive atmosphere. Camp Athens certainly knew how to party.

"So.. what do you think of Camp Athens so far? It's okay, you can be honest. If you find it shit? You can tell me." Ajax's voice caught her attention, and she swiveled back to give him her attention. "I honestly didn't like this place at first, I mean... it's a gorgeous place, but, it wasn't home. That changed. Now it feels like home."

"Oh, I wouldn't go so far as to call it home...yet," Emery mused. She'd never really thought about it before. She did have friends, and family here, but sometimes she still felt foreign and strange, uprooted as she had been time and again. "It's certainly welcoming, and a fair bit more interesting to be than most of the places I've been, though. Maybe in time this'll be a place I'm proud to call home." Maybe. If she stayed, and she never stayed anywhere for longer than a few years.

She stifled a laugh at Andy's antics, waving at her to acknowledge her presence. The faces the other girl was pulling were phenomenal.

Maybe Camp could be a place where she had friends to keep.

Theo returned with drinks, passing Emery a cup, and she pushed her thoughts away, determined to have fun even if it was just for one night. Taking a sip of her drink, she turned towards Theo as he leaned in close to whisper. "Hey, have fun. Just don't forget you have to formally introduce me to your cute redheaded friend."

He shot a meaningful look in Gwen's direction, and Emery scoffed, faking outrage. "Why, Theo. Not forward enough to make your first move, I see. Never fear - Miss St. John will find a way to make it happen."

While she was talking to Theo, some activity was happening over by the fire. A group of people gathered, and as Emery watched, Kalani jumped up to place a kiss on someone else in the circle...Emery's eyes drifted to the centre of the circle, where a bottle lay, and it clicked. This could be fun.

Still clutching her drink, Emery left Theo with Sylas, and made her way over to the circle. "Hey...I'm a little late to the beginning, hope you don't mind an extra player," she called to the group, moving to sit beside Gwen. The other campers obligingly made a space for her, and she squeezed in gratefully.

"Are we having fun tonight, Gwen? Hi, Nik," she leaned over to greet Nikolaos sitting on Gwen's other side. She turned back to Gwen, pitching her voice low. "If you had to choose someone here to kiss, who would it be?"


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Something large and warm fell into Ji-hyun's arms, and he staggered backward. It wasn't until he'd helped the something upright that he realised it was Seung-min, having basically teleported right on top of Ji-hyun.

"Sorry, hyung! You know me, I'm like that. I can't believe you came all the way here little ol' me!"

Ji-hyun scoffed, reaching over to ruffle a hand through his friend's hair affectionately in response to his bright smile. "You little rascal. Of course I had to come get you. Couldn't risk you teleporting straight into the fire." He cared more for the kid than he showed, though, and the real reason was because he didn't want Seung-min going down alone. As calming as it was for Ji-hyun himself to be alone, he didn't want Seung-min feeling like there wasn't anyone at camp who cared enough to seek him out for activities. That was what Ji-hyun did - he made people feel good about themselves. No Hypnos-inherited ability there, just the goodness of his heart.

They started down the hill together, Ji-hyun strolling, Seung-min hopping. Ji-hyun let the other boy prattle on for a moment, then collected his thoughts to find a response. "My tea leaves said I should go. Well, actually my phone said I should go, but it was a sign from the universe that I ought to be at the campfire tonight. Besides, there's food, and that means I don't have to worry about dinner tonight." Okay, there was food every day, courtesy of the camp staff, but tonight's spread would probably be more interesting than normal. And Ji-hyun liked food and the warmth that the fire would no doubt bring. Maybe he could even find some marshmallows to burn to a crisp and eat anyway.

"Wait, what? No. You are not drinking. You're a child. Ohmigosh, you're seventeen. How can I let you drink? How can I answer to your parents?" Ji-hyun tried to make his voice stern, but in reality he was just trying to hold back laughter. While it wasn't exactly responsible of him to let a minor drink, he wasn't Seung-min's guardian, just his friend. As long as he kept an eye out for him...why not? Let the boy have his fun.

They reached the campfire, the other kids already milling around, and Ji-hyun made a beeline for the food table, grabbing some food and piling it on a plate. He offered it to Seung-min, taking a chip for himself. "Here. Eat some food first, then later when you drink, drink as much water as alcohol so your headache won't be as bad. I'm not going to bring you soup and biscuits in the morning, I'm too lazy, so don't regret your decisions." Well, maybe he might feel compelled to do something nice for a hungover child, but never let it be said that Ji-hyun does not do his duty as Seung-min's hyung.

"Go forth and have fun, but I'll be watching you." Ji-hyun turned his attention to the fire, where people were playing spin the bottle, and stuffed a sausage bun into his mouth, chewing as he watched. Not his scene, but fun nonetheless.

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“Not at the present time,” Evelyn replied easily - too easily. McKenna raised an eyebrow, but really, what else was to be expected from a daughter of Nemesis?

“I just thought to introduce myself formally," the redhead continued, “but if you were busy, and my presence is a nuisance I apologize for misreading the circumstances.”

Evelyn held McKenna's gaze confidently, unmoving. There was no way in hell she was going to leave - Evelyn knew McKenna wasn't busy, and that she hadn't misread the circumstances (although her presence was definitely a nuisance).

McKenna anticipated the questions, but that didn't mean she was looking forward to them. Dear, God... McKenna's eyebrows furrowed.

“Do people often come to you for a favor?” Evelyn started firing away. “Do you agree to them?” Evelyn had a slight smile on her face - yep, she was getting to the juicy bits. “Do I look like somebody that wants or expects something from you?” Evelyn made no move to hide her blatant searching in McKenna's eyes, gauging her response. McKenna raised an eyebrow, unfazed and unimpressed. She wasn't intimidated in the slightest, but McKenna being McKenna, she was going to give the redhead the truth nonetheless.

“Can I get you a drink?” Evelyn raised an eyebrow, reaching into the cooler that contained mainly beer. “Maybe something from home?”

It was at this point when Duke decided to step in, turning to McKenna. "Call me if you need anything," he said, letting her fend for herself. McKenna liked that about her half-brother.

McKenna kept a neutral expression on her face as she began to answer the redhead's questions. "Usually, people don't come to me at all," McKenna stated dryly. "I don't have friends, so if anyone were to approach me, they would probably want something. Like you; you want to know how I would respond to your really forward advances, and maybe you might find me abnormal and wonder, 'who the fuck is this person?'" McKenna eyed the daughter of Nemesis skeptically. "If you wanted to know, I do indeed find you nosy."

McKenna paused for a moment, assessing the drinks cooler, before continuing. "I highly doubt that you have any rakija in there," she said, leaving it at that.

Of course, McKenna only being fifteen years old with most of her Serbian life stuck in an orphanage, it was safe to say that she never had regular exposure to alcohol. But she has had rakija before (once, she thought), although it definitely wasn't the authentic, homemade type.
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"Wait, what? No. You are not drinking. You're a child. Ohmigosh, you're seventeen. How can I let you drink? How can I answer to your parents?" Seung-min pouted at his friend, although he could clearly hear the barely held back laughter behind his stern facade.

"Everybody drinks before they're legal these days," Seung-min said dismissively (hey, it was true). He dramatically stroked his chin with a finger. "In fact, I can't believe I, at seventeen years old, haven't gotten drunk yet!"

Once they reached the campfire, Ji-hyun immediately headed towards the food, Seung-min following suit. The elder offered a plate of food to the auburn-haired Korean boy, who eyed it eagerly. "Here. Eat some food first, then later when you drink, drink as much water as alcohol so your headache won't be as bad. I'm not going to bring you soup and biscuits in the morning, I'm too lazy, so don't regret your decisions." Seung-min nodded robotically as Ji-hyun finished his spiel.

"Okay, hyung!" Seung-min beamed - it may have seemed like he wasn't paying attention, but Ji-hyun was fully aware of his eidetic memory anyway.

"Go forth and have fun, but I'll be watching you." Seung-min followed Ji-hyun's gaze, catching sight of the spin the bottle game currently taking place.

Seung-min chewed his lip slightly, tapping Ji-hyun on the shoulder. "Hyung...? I'm kinda being inconstant again, so I might go play spin the bottle instead of drinking." Seung-min grinned. "I'm really grateful for your educational speech on taking care of myself, but I might revert to kissing people instead of intaking alcohol." Seung-min stood on his toes to hug his friend from the back, before blowing him an exaggerated kiss as he headed to the spin the bottle game.

Seung-min arrived at the group with a grin, turning to Kalani, who seemed to be the ringleader. "Hey, guys!" he said brightly. "You don't mind if I join in a bit late, right?"

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Greer Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin

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It wasn't a satisfactory answer, but Emery decided to let it slide for now. A little disappointing that Gwen didn't immediately answer with Theo, but it would make trying to get them together all the more fun. Besides, that wasn't Gwen's style, to be so forward.

Good question, though. Who would you pick? The easy solution was, whoever was interested in Emery herself. Not to get all sob story about it, but Emery never really had much time to get close to any interesting people - regardless of gender - and pining for anyone was, quite frankly, dangerous. So instead of saying anything she shrugged and made a noncommittal noise. "I'm not all that enthusiastic about anyone, no offence. Happy to accept whoever I get," she returned.

The game went on while Emery watched. No one landed on her, nor did she get a chance to spin, but it was fun watching all the same. Between the excitement and the drinking, her energy level depleted faster than expected, and before she knew it people had started leaving one by one. First Theo left, then Gwen, leaving Emery sitting sitting there, more if less alone. Seeing Theo help Alex back, she felt slightly guilty - she'd promised him she would try to help him and Gwen along and she hadn't even brought his name up in conversation yet. Maybe if there was an opportunity tomorrow...

A proffered hand entered her line of sight, and Emery looked up to meet Mason's eyes. She accepted his hand, letting him pull her to her feet while she called a goodbye to Kalani's departing back. "Are you in need of an escort to your cabin?"

Emery pretended to shiver, crossing her arms in front of her. "My knight in shining armour. I'd be so terrified of what lurks in the dark forest if you weren't here." She dropped her arms, giggling. Okay, maybe she was a little tipsy after all. Happens to the best of them. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but a walk up the hill together would be nice." Without waiting for his response, she gathered her trash and started up the path towards the hill.

"I was wondering too... I didn't really expect to see you there, so who'd you join for?" Emery shrugged again, tossing her now-empty cutlery into a nearby trash can. "I didn't really have anyone in mind," she admitted. "Just joined for a bit of fun. Although if you know anyone that's interested in me you should let me know, I could have a little fun while I'm here at camp."

The path back to her cabin was shorter than she remembered, or maybe she'd just been bouncing along in alcohol-induced bliss, because the pair of them reached her cabin pretty quickly. Emery turned back at the door, leaning against the frame to face Mason. "Thanks for protecting me from lions, tigers, and bears, oh my," she teased, reaching forward to place a hand on Mason's shoulder. "You're a good egg." Patting his shoulder clumsily, she opened the cabin door and all but stumbled inside. "Goodnight!" Oh yeah, she'd had a bit to drink, alright. But it wasn't nothing a demigod couldn't handle with a good night's sleep.

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Emery's eyes popped open, same way they always did every morning, about ten seconds before her alarm rang. The first thing she was aware of was that her mouth was dry, a searing desert that extended all the way down her throat. The next thing she realised was that she was hungover. "Fuck," she tried to say, instead managing little more than a strangled wheeze.

Rolling out of bed, she strode over to the tap, filling a glass and emptying it down her throat. She had to drink twice more before her throat felt like anything resembling its state before the party last night, but at least it didn't hurt so much anymore.

Thankful that she'd at least had the sense to change out of her clothes before crashing, she washed up and changed, pulling a thin sweater over her shoulders before heading out the door to the dining area. Not many people were around yet, and those who were looked like they might still be managing last night's effects, so Emery found herself some toast and a cup of coffee, and slid into a seat in a corner, choosing instead to go through social media on her phone instead. Later would be action enough, what with the planned activity, but for now she would take all the quiet she could get.


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Inconstant, my ass. Seung-min was a bloody metronome - but Ji-hyun wasn't complaining. At least they were both having a good time. Still cradling the plate of food he'd scored, he opted to stand and watch instead of inserting himself into anything.

The time passed fairly quickly, and, convinced that the younger boy didn't need watching, Ji-hyun had walked a few circuits around the entire area, downing more food and approximately three bottles of cider in the meantime. Eventually, people started heading back, and Ji-hyun figured that was his cue. He hadn't made any significant contact with any of the other campers - except for maybe Seung-min - and while that in itself was disappointing, it wasn't stressful at all.

Before he left, he snagged another bottle of alcohol, holding its cool neck gently between his pale fingers. Humming quietly to himself, he began the trek back to his cabin, where he planned to lie in bed and read, maybe catch a few hours of sleep. It'd been a good evening.

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The morning dawned bright and early to find Ji-hyun curled up in bed, reading. This particular novel was pretty heavy, almost a tome by Ji-hyun's reckoning, so he was lying on his side, unmoving save for occasionally turning a page. He'd been reading most of the night, sleeping for maybe a few hours before getting up again to read some more. Having nothing better to do, when he first came to camp he'd brought his tiny book collection, just so he'd have something to entertain himself with instead of turning to - shudder - physical activity. What a nightmare.

It was still early, though. He could relax a while longer before going down to breakfast. He wasn't much inclined to run around looking for a flag just yet.

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"I do have a habit of testing people," Evelyn openly admitted, causing McKenna to raise an eyebrow, "but I wasn't testing you. I was merely interested in why you are the way you are so I chose to ask questions, but in future I'll walk on eggshells around you. I didn't think sweet, kind smiles and words would do much for you." At least she had common sense. "I wanted answers and I got them."

"I'd do that too, if I were you," McKenna commented indifferently, avoiding the alcohol. She had to admit that she and her company were similar in that sense.

Evelyn lifted her bottle to her lips, taking a sip. "I have a great deal of respect for the children of Hephaestus. Engineers and smiths have a role on camp and the world. They're smart. My advice would be to make some friends. You'll need someone in your corner. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but some day. And don't worry, I don't expect it to be me,” the redhead stated, almost reading McKenna's mind. McKenna would never admit it, but she was mildly impressed. Evelyn knew just how to act around her and did just that. It wasn't everyday that something like that happened.

"I'll keep that in mind," McKenna replied neutrally. "I'm going back to the cabins; parties aren't my thing." McKenna started to saunter off to the Hephaestus cabin, before pausing and offering a "bye," - rather out of character, but McKenna supposed she could try out pleasantries.
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McKenna quietly walked towards her blacksmithing workshop, squinting as she attempted to actually see which way she was going. This was a regular thing for her; it wasn't even dawn, but metalworking was arduous work, and McKenna wanted to get a head start every morning.

Usually, McKenna's morning hours were occupied with sorting through her scrap pile and figuring out what the heck she could do with the stuff she threw in there. Today was no different. After all, she wanted to be productive, but at the same time, it was too early for intensive projects.

McKenna sat down at her desk, turning on the light so she could actually see her hands. She sighed, reaching into her scrap pile and picking up the massive and utterly deformed chuck of metal with a large number four labeled on it. McKenna always went in chronological order from the oldest fuckup to the newest; once a piece of metal was figured out, she would reuse the numbers, but that didn't mean she would go in number order.

McKenna flipped through her notebook, eyes scanning the clearly rushed but surprisingly neat Serbian scrawl. At last, she found the correct page, peering at the extensive list she at made.

Sterling silver (92.5% silver, 7.5% copper), McKenna began reciting in her mind, titanium, cast iron (4% carbon), zinc, cobalt, tungsten. The metals McKenna used in this particular piece were rather common and relatively easy to work with, especially in comparison to some other metals she had tried to put to good use. The metals weren't fully combined yet; she could still salvage some of the pure tungsten, along with the titanium and a bit of cobalt.

As the sun rose, McKenna melted a line between the salvageable metals and the swirled mess she couldn't identify. She successfully separated a large chuck of tungsten, melting it into one of her molds to later examine for its purity before saving it for later. She did the same to her titanium and cobalt, continuing the process with some of her other failed projects, throwing the metal chunks back into her scrap pile after the easy-to-extract pure metals were removed and melted.

Finally, McKenna took a deep breath, already used to the bad air of her workshop. She glanced at the clock in the corner of the room - she'd best be heading over to the mess hall by now.

By the time McKenna headed over for breakfast, most of the campers were already up and socializing with each other. She grabbed a plate, stacking on a slice of bread along with butter and jam, eggs, and sausages. She definitely wasn't looking forward to capture-the-flag; sure, McKenna knew that as a daughter of Hephaestus, her strength was something to be admired despite her small stature, but nonetheless, McKenna wasn't all too well-versed in combat. She preferred to work behind the scenes, using her inventions and wit to win her battles instead of physical combat.
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Seung-min woke up to Exo's "Monster" - the Chinese version, not the Korean one - blaring through his ears. He himself was a bigger fan of Big Bang, if Seung-min were to be completely honest, but Exo wasn't bad at all. Besides, "Monster" (specifically the Chinese version) was the one song he and Lois consistently played during their few months of brooding.

Seung-min groaned, wildly slapping his hand around in attempt to stop the alarm. He constantly tried to get up earlier, but it was easier said than done. Seung-min really admired those people who could get up before dawn and be able to work; unfortunately, he was not one of them.

Seung-min yawned; he had finally managed to stop his alarm, but by that point, he spent so much time flailing that he had woken himself up too much to fall back asleep again. He muttered under his breath, attempting to get out of bed, only to have his legs tangled in the sheets and he tumbled to the ground.

"Ow..." he groaned, slamming a hand against his forehead. Seung-min attempted to wriggle out of his blankets, but only managed to get himself more tangled up. Damn. Seung-min was probably the only person on Earth who had so much trouble with his sheets.

To make things easier for himself, Seung-min teleported himself out of the tangled mess, grabbing his blanket and tossing it back on the bed. He paused for a few moments, before fixing up the blanket to make it neater before skipping towards his closet. He selected a casual outfit, finishing it off with one of his beloved bandanas.

Seung-min headed to the mess hall, piling on food on his plate, wolfing some of it down in the process. He made sure to grab an Cappuccino. Seung-min looked around the mess hall, before his eyes finally landed on a petite redhead. With his typical bright smile, he approached the woman and the table she was sitting at.

"Hey!" he greeted amicably, offering his boxy grin. "Mind if I join you?"

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”Hey! Mind if I join you?” The sound of a rather loud greeting just above her caused her to stare up at the newcomer with a somewhat perplexed expression and a mouthful of food. ”Um, sure?” Her voice was muffled as she did her best to talk around the remains of a slice of a bacon before swallowing it down with a hastily gulpped swig of tea.

Now that she wasn't impaired she was much better positioned to welcome her fellow table occupier ”Hey, I'm Isobel. Kinda new and pretty lost round here. What's your name? I heard people talking about there being some sorta team-building thing-a-ma-jig today?” Her accent tinged each word causing the R's and O's to elongate a little as if they were being sung rather than spoken. While she waited for a response she decided to take a slightly more dignified sip of tea and contemplated going back for a refill.

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"Um, sure?" the redhead's perplexed tone was slightly muddled by the food in her mouth. Seung-min grinned as she took a swig of her tea, sliding into the seat across from the redhead.

"Hey, I'm Isobel," the redhead introduced, now that she wasn't busy eating. Seung-min nodded in acknowledgement, giving Isobel his full attention. "Kinda new and pretty lost round here. What's your name? I heard people talking about there being some sorta team-building thing-a-ma-jig today?”

"Hey, Isobel!" Seung-min greeted cheerfully. "Mind if I call you Izzy? If you don't like nicknames, that's totally fine, but I always give my friends nicknames - 'cause full names can be a bit formal, you know? Anyway, I'm Seung-min Keun, and as of now, I'm seventeen!" Seung-min took a swig of his coffee before continuing. "If you'd like, you can call be Seung, but I'm not terribly fond of that nickname. Sometimes, people call me Seung-minnie 'cause they think it's cute - to be honest, though, it kinda is. I'm from South Korea, by the way - Daegu, to be exact. I think my English is pretty good, but sometimes I can have a Korean accent. Speaking of accents, yours is really cool! Where are you from?" Seung-min quickly swallowed a piece of bacon, putting a pause in his long spiel. "I can be a bit talkative, I admit, but I'm really interested about new people! But answering your question about the team building thing, I'm not completely sure, but I think it's something about capture-the-flag? Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be a blast!" The Korean boy sipped at his coffee, chewing some of his bacon before speaking up once more. "Oh, I almost forgot!" Seung-min stuffed a bit more food in his mouth, making sure to swallow before he continued once again. "I'm Hermes' kid! Who's your godly parent?"

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Greer Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Adrianna Lockwood Character Portrait: Nikolaos King Character Portrait: Annie Lee Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Dimitri Costas Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Lise Moulin Character Portrait: Finley Nguyen Character Portrait: Mateo Lopez Character Portrait: Areum Moon Character Portrait: Elias Stratos Character Portrait: Raven Ackerman Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Atticus Cohen Character Portrait: Isobel Logan

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STAFF ANNOUNCEMENT - ALARIC HART

ImageHe headed to the hall with a large bag over his shoulder prompting the camp attendees outside to follow him as he passed so he could make the announcement. Other staff patrolled the camp rounding the strays up or those that chose to slumber in their cabins.

Once he was burrowed in towards the back of the hall, he begun. "Excuse me." He cleared his throat. "Excuse me." Having little success to gain their focus that way, he whistled loudly, its sound easily carrying through the hall.
"Great. Now, it has come to my attention that the camp has been making ill on its promises to help harness and flourish your powers and provide exciting activity. So today, we play an extreme capture the flag. And yes it's mandatory that you participate. As elementary as that may sound, you need it. Welcome to camp. The teams will be split up in two.."

He cleared his throat and read from his list. "The Red Spartans: Alexandria, Andromeda, Dominick, McKenna, Ji-hyun, Sloane, Theo, Harleen, Finley, Atticus, Adrianna, Kalani, Elias, Nikoloas, Lise, Mason."

He looked up from his list expecting the groans to roll in but protesting would get them nowhere.

"The Blue Trojans: Ajax, Gwendolyn, Trinity, Wesley, Sylas, Annie, Seung-min, Emery, Dimitri, Duke, Keith, Isobel, Mateo, Areum, Raven and Evelyn."

"You die, you lose. You tap out, you lose. You get your color taken from you, you lose and come back to the hall and watch."
He dropped his bag with a grunt on a nearby table with a clatter. "Your colors are at your base. These are your weapons. You do not have to use a weapon, they will not be given to you. You can use your powers." He smirked a little. "Welcome to the Hunger Games." The reference to the gripping YA book probably went over at least half the camp attendants heads. Most didn't give reading the time of day, and those that did read probably didn't concern themselves with something so modernized, their noses either stuck in the air or buried in work of literature and ancient tales instead.
Alaric was mostly referring to the cornucopia aspect. The weapons would be scattered among the woods and there’s for the taking, most of which were right at the center of the woods, gleaming and beckoning to be taken in the crossfire.
The camp attendees could figure out for themselves that the pain they could experience would be no more than a phantom pain via the weapons, traps and beasts that the very gods themselves, and some demigods designed and helped set up.

It would be best to see them treat it as real as possible.

"Do not go for fatal blows on each other," he warned as the final and only rule. A demigod turning on another demigod that way was vicious and cruel, and Alaric as well as other staff had no tolerance for it. It had no place in their camp.
"There are currently some hostile beasts prowling the woods," he assured in case anyone was disheartened by the idea of no-fatality experience. However, their very jaws and beings were enchanted so when they clamped down on a demigod fatally, they'd be warped straight to the hall. "You have two minutes to get to the woods, get your colors on, hide your flag within these perimeters," he pointed to the map's red and blue colored area on opposite ends of each other -AKA their bases, "devise a plan and create a universal safe word if you have to."

"I hope you're all awake, because time starts now."

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Image "No offense taken. But with similar respect, the same could be said of a Hades child."
It was refreshing to come across someone so wise and Mason nodded with the statement to show, likewise, no offense was taken. "But, you can rest assured when I give someone my word, I follow through," Sylas added taking another grape from his bowl. "And I don't scare easily. I'm not frightened of a little bit of lightening."
Mason found himself nodding again and shrugging. Many would claim so. Jenn wasn't scared of lightening but the psycho bitch cut her head off. If you weren't scared of lightening and submissive to the spawns of Zeus they were particularly hostile because you didn't spoon-feed their massive egos.

"I think allies would be a more appropriate term. Friends aren't really in my wheel house. And no, I don't expect you to just trust me. Trust and friendship is earned... Not freely given."
"That it is."
Giving Sylas another look over Mason guessed they wouldn't evolve to such a stage. Keeping things business or as strictly allies would fit them both best. Worry of each other likely wouldn't come into the picture until after the Valises were gone. But who knew what the future held.

"Well, I mean we could simply just corner one of them... Stab stab. Job's done." Thankfully his lack of enthusiasm demonstrated that was among the most plain ideas and not a real one. "That lacks... Creativity, for lack of a better term. Sure, death is the end goal but we don't want it to be swift and merciful. It's more satisfying destroying someone, breaking them down and ruining them, root and stem."
What did he think Mason was doing? In addition to waiting for the right moment to present itself, he was trying some behind the scenes works.But he liked that Sylas liked the slower route. It was a bit more of a gamble but if it was a job done right, it would be most rewarding.
"I don't know how devious you are... But, I liked the idea of turning everyone they love against them."
Mason actually threw his hands up in the air and gestured to the hall. "Thank you! Finally someone gets it! I know I'm pretty but I haven't been spending my time doing my hair and flossing my teeth and solely thinking of ways to kill them." Mason hadn't exactly been targeting people they love to turn against them either, for the sheer fact that he couldn't even stand to be in radius of a Valis worshiper and they were harder to convert.
Actually, Mason was doing little in truth. He was just being a bit more social and charming and Alex already did the murdering. Mason did have one good asset though, however that was more an ace up the sleeve for him.

After a long moment in thought with his tongue pressed to his cheek, he spoke again. "I wouldn't mind dying to make a point. Providing old Pops brings me back." The camp needed to see the monsters under the surface. That it wasn't a one off thing. Like Sylas he wanted to ruin and bury their reputations and ruin the trust fellow demigods mistakenly placed in them. And sure, just to make it really burn, make their world collapse, turn the people they love against them.

Then, a staff member paced through the hall capturing Mason's attention. As he could have guessed, he was on a mission. Once he gathered everybody's attention, he laid out the task ahead.

It was in moments like so where Mason really had to reflect on his life choices, or certainly the choice of returning to camp and not killing Zeus's kids. Now he was teamed up with the one he despised most of all. At first he was consumed in hatred and distaste but eventually it evolved to a glimpse of opportunity. Extreme capture the flag meant full contact. In this case, it meant letting the demigods run wild like animals. Mason glanced back to Sylas. "Is the boy next door facade still staying on in the heat of competition?" He smirked and got up. Now was the time to see what those twins were made of that so easily slipped under the radar.

His legs carried him there automatically and he was in another head space entirely, even as he wrapped the band around his arm. Except when he had to tune in on the team speech, Mason supposed that might have been important. Important to feign attention in anyway as winning or losing didn't really matter to him. How many rematches could happen down the track, and what did winning really prove? That you had a good team and the right players? That they were lucky? Mason crossed his arms and waited for any outgoing brains to take initiative.



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ImageTwo minutes!? Duke paced off to what was temporarily known as the Blue Trojan's base. He wasn't going to hide the flag, leaving that duty instead to the likes of Ajax or better, Seung-min. He pulled a blue bandanna and wrapped it around his forearm.

Duke pressed his tongue to his cheek on his little over-eager team. The hype was good, but they needed a strategy implemented, especially when the opposing team had the likes of Lise and McKenna. "We need defenders, attackers and maybe a mid-field. We also need to consider our biggest threats. Harleen, she's quick, she's deft, you dont want your band taken off you without knowing you've even been touched. Likewise, Andy, military brat and witch, she'll be more confrontational and physical, keep your wits about you. Kalani can seduce you, stay focused. Adrianna, I've never seen her competitive side but I can guess she has one, and not to underestimate her."
He gestured to Mateo because the very same applied to him. Then again who wasn't a threat? He gave up. "Take out the Spartans brains, healers and manipulators first, then deal with the brutes. They probably think we're a confrontational side too, that we're going in with guns blazing, but let's try to be a little more subtle. Travel in pairs if you can. Not attached at the hip though."
If there was an ambush, he’d prefer one teammate to go down and not a collective of them.
"Wes, Raven, Dimitri, Isobel cover the middle, please." Together the four made a disarming pair, and a protective one too if they accessed the right emotions and triggers, and powers of course.
"Emery, Seung-min, Sylas and Evelyn, you're our secret weapons. Aim for the Spartan's flag. Avoid the heat of the battle if you can, use evasive or defensive techniques." The four could get creative. Their gifts and applications were always a surprise and they weren't the type that urged an immediate threat. "Ajax, Trinity; they'll be expecting us. Let's not disappoint." They were probably the renowned biggest war-heads. Without them near the front line of battle, the opposition would get suspicious about their presence.
"Daniel -uh, Keith, stay as a line of defense. Gwendolyn, I think you'd make a strong offense but it depends where you want to go, you'd know where you're best kept. Annie, I think we need you to press forward too. Look after our assault team and stun some opponents. If that makes you uncomfortable, stay back with Keith."
Duke looked between the remainder of Areum and Mateo. The demigods whose attitude he most struggled to grasp. Daniel needed some help in defense, but he felt their usefulness could be better spent elsewhere. In the middle as both offensive and defensive forces.

Then he caught himself, swept up in heat of the moment. "That's my suggestion anyway," he said so the more sensitive didn't kick up a fuss about him taking lead on a strategy or 'ordering them around'. After all, he was no child of Athena or son of Zeus. "Anybody else got an idea?"



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ImageKeith tried not to be so evaluating and calculating of the new state of camp. It seemed to bustle with a few more energetic bodies than last year and definitely a few more brooding faces and vibes. He felt his heart sink in the knowledge that it'd be hard to make friends. There seemed so little room for the socially awkward and everybody else already had established their "clique".

Sometimes the camp could be exceptionally boring and dull, but that was something he simply had to endure like everyone else and hope the next day would be more rewarding. His degree of boredom would just be more though. His lips pressed in a line and he plucked out his earphones and shuffled through his phone for a tune that could ignite his soul. Keith smiled slightly when he found it. Some would argue it was a little too swaggerish for him but part of him really liked it and had a guilty pleasure listening to JT.

The son of Hecate traveled through camp territory for another year of learning and fighting evil, having to suppress the urge to walk in rhythmic bounces and pull some Michael Jackson move. He made his way to hall, typically the central congregation point of people, new and regular. That, plus some staff waved him over to and pointed to it.

Some larger species of male had bumped him. "Daniel," they said casually, but he was bowing to the ground to retrieve his glasses that were knocked down on impact. He carefully placed them back on the bridge of his nose, surprised to see the brute had actually taken to stop and staring. For a round two, he prayed not.
Keith slowly rose and for some time it seemed they just stared at each other. "I'm sorry," Keith said finally and spun on his heel to take an extended detour. It wasn't worth getting his teeth knocked out and he didn't want to cause any trouble. Keith had spent some time in the gym on his holidays and become a bit more solid in build, but it was nothing that girls would second look or enough to engage in a fist-fight confidently. The hall would still be there too. He wasn't missing anything.

When he slid into the hall an announcement was happening, and he shrunk into the wall then nestled into a corner and slowly pulled out his earplugs. An extreme mandatory capture the flag...what could go wrong. Inside, Keith wanted to die there and then or dissolve into a puddle. It was like high school P.E class and the untalented still had to participate even when no one really wanted them on the team, and they didn't really want to participate, and the teachers were the only ones that thought it was a good idea in the entire universe. He sighed out and was the first to exit the hall and make his way to blue base.

Duke started rattling off a plan, and while he was smart and confident and that was semi-contagious when it came to his plan, Keith was super insecure about being the last line of defense by guarding the base especially by his lonesome. That was enough pressure for him to develop a twitch and have a nervous breakdown. But externally, there was no more displayed than light levels of anxiety.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Dimitri Costas Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Mateo Lopez Character Portrait: Areum Moon Character Portrait: Elias Stratos Character Portrait: Raven Ackerman Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Isobel Logan

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"You know, it's not like we're attached at the hip," Andy remarked quite sassily. And while they weren't, they did look to be having certain fun last night so she just especially figured..."It's complicated. I'll tell you about it after training."

Uh-oh. Trinity nodded understandingly.

"Sorry to interrupt. I've just got a quick question for you Trinity. You up for a run tomorrow morning? We're both here, and well just doesn't seem right to not know anything about my half sister, ya know?"

Part of her was compelled to jump right out of her seat and stand to attention for her half-brother but that might have been weird. “Hundred per cent,” Trinity assured with a nod and just as she was about to gesture for him to sit, a staff member strode into the Hall.

The more Alaric spoke, the more she was enthused. In days like so, Trinity admired camp for its lively and challenging nature. It had been what felt like forever since there was some ultimate challenge. And a team one at that. Something that tested them physically and mentally.

"Looks like I'll be seeing you all on the battle field."

"Yeah, she's stuck with me. Hell of a trade."

Trinity bumped her elbow into him and smiled. Then Andy snapped her fingers and was in battle gear. "Oh, shoot... You guys don't have armor. That sucks. Good luck guys. I hope, for your sakes, I don't come across you all on the battlefield."

Once she was out of sight and ear range, Trinity scowled. “Bloody witches.” Then her gaze flickered back to Elias. “Hope you bring your A game, champ. I honestly look forward to seeing what you can do.” Maybe Elias could mirror her own potential.

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Trinity was so immersed in the plan of action by Duke, she felt his logic made sense providing you drew the lines and reasoning together for yourself. Granted, half of it probably would be improvised.

"Looks like I won't be your burden today Blondie. You're on offense... And I'm... Whatever the middle is." He gave her a nudge and chuckled.

She rolled her eyes playfully and bumped him back. “I'm bait, Wesley Preston and the middle is good.” Trinity spoke Duke's language. The middle could be offensive and defensive forces.

Also due to being immersed in all things war and winning, Daniel’s existence didn’t hit her radar until Wes appeared in her ear. "Uhhh... When did this happen? Does Andy know?"

Trinity looked around then saw the source and cocked her head. How subdued he was, the glasses…but that face! She couldn’t help but frown and stare. “He would have mentioned something if he had a twin, right?” Trinity glanced up to Wes questioningly then back to this Keith.

Slowly she tore her eyes away from him and back to the group as Sylas piped up. That's why he wants you behind the scenes, she rebutted in her head with a scowl. Then Ajax with the most disarming of statements. "I'll hang back, just in case any stragglers get through."

She waited for his change of heart but it didn't come. Trinity's eyes darted back to Duke, almost feeling guilty to announce her views now. “I'm happy to push forward as my primary role, and I will do it, but I'd also like to be a spare. Go where I'm needed you know.” Trinity gestured towards Wes with her head and grinned, immediately patting him on the back.

“Also, as a bit of a forewarning, some of the reds are equipped with light armor but even through armor there's weakness,” she assured her team. “And I know from experience a few of them like to take vantage points so it should go without saying but be mindful where you are.”

Trinity wrapped her color around her like a buckle then held another blue out for Wes. “Where do you want it?” As she tied it around him, Trinity spoke. “Seriously though, Wes, use your powers and be an ass because people won't give you the same mercy.” Trinity felt defeated even telling him that. He could be a stubborn one even when his moral code had no place on the battlefield. “If they're in red, they're the enemy,” she muttered aloud her own logic that probably did nothing to likes of Wes. She grabbed his chin. “Don't make me have to give you rage,” she teased. She just wanted him to look after himself to the best of his ability.

Before Trinity headed her separate ways from the team, Trinity grabbed Ajax’s shoulder but looked beyond him, painting the picture that they were talking no more than battle strategy or casual. “You okay, you seem kind of out of it?”
She asked lowly.

Evidently something was the matter but it just came down to whether he wanted to share or not. Trinity looked longingly to her calling of the vast vegetation that she had to travel to get to the Spartans base. “I got to go but...stand strong.”
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An announcement had never filled her with such joy. Normally they were long winded, boring, or on the topic of an incident or welcoming speech but it was capture the flag along with the teams and guidelines.

“See ya on the flip side.”
She saluted to Mateo beaming, and without losing a beat headed to the Spartans base.

Once there, it was Theo that took the reins when she expected a plan to come from Alex or Lise. But the Son of Artemis..it was a nice curveball especially when he spoke such strategy and edge. Harley saluted when he gave her her role. She could definitely make heads spin. Now she was just itching to put that plan in effect alongside her teammates.

When they were all on the same page, Harley didn't waste time darting off and neither did Alex which she assumed would be her complementing pair. Harley had lost the brunette regrettably but no matter, Harley was quite capable of being an independent scout and she could always speed back and forth to tell their defensive line how things were looking or if she found that blue flag. Just then her foot landed on something and before the rope could seize her by the ankle she skipped out of it just in time.

Handsome director Alaric neglected to mention there were traps laying about. But Harley found it all the more exciting. She grinned wickedly and sped off to see what else she could find.



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After smugly enjoying her specially made breakfast, a higher member of camp entered the hall and took over the show. Unfortunately a dreadful announcement came from such a handsome face. However, it did spike her intrigue.

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Any feeling of content, peace, even the mundane and boredom was erased in seconds as she lay eyes on a particular male with glasses. Evelyn felt like time stopped around her, there was no air, no space, everything seemed to drop, including her heart. It wasn't because he was good looking, though he was a fine specimen, but it was her instincts that plummeted and knotted at the same time.

Evelyn restrained herself from approaching him however, it was too hard to identify what her instincts were alerting her to. It wasn't bad like when she locked eyes with Eris's son and Hades child, but it was unsettling. Evelyn would remain at distance to observe him some more for now, who he mingled with or who approached him and gain more of a sense from there. She wasn't dumb enough to walk into the void of the unknowing. Besides, the game required her attention and Duke wanted her as a secret weapon. To become and serve as a shadow player. So that is what she would do.

Only after she voiced her own idea for an edge. “Can we join hands for a moment or touch? It’s not to pray, I promise you.”

Evelyn touched the closest team members on their upper arms. Those that did link up were so rewarded with heightened senses aside from touch and taste. She found when those senses were manipulated it made people paranoid or in a state of awe, it served as only a distraction and presently they needed focus. With their hearing, sight and smell peaked they could be more attuned to danger. Building on what Trinity informed them to - the armor and vantage points, it seemed they could use it.

“I don’t know much about war strategy but I think we have a strong team to use misdirection to our advantage.” Evelyn wasn't exactly sure what she could do yet, but in the moment, she had a feeling she'd know how to tip the scales in the blues favor.

Once the meeting of sorts was adjourned she trudged her way out wide.

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Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Greer Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Areum Moon Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters

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Emery had no idea why Theo had needed her to act as go-between. It was clear that Gwen found him cute, and they seemed to be getting along well, if a little nervous. She let Theo slap her on the back without any complaint, then busied herself finishing the rest of her breakfast, tuning out from their conversation.

A piercing whistle pulled her from her own thoughts, and she raised her head, fixing her attention on Alaric as he announced the teams for capture the flag. Emery grinned brightly when the list of the Trojans was read out, holding her hand up to Gwen for a high five. "I hope you're all awake, because time starts now."

"Sweet! Sorry you're not with us, Theo." She turned to her brother, turning her deer-in-the-headlights look up to ten. "Take it easy on us, okay? Then we can kick your ass faster." Just as quickly, the wide-eyed look disappeared, replaced by a wicked grin. "Come on, Gwen!"

After depositing her used cutlery at the collection point, Emery joined the rest of the Trojans at their base, grabbing a blue bandanna and tying it around her wrist as she listened to Duke plan a strategy. "Emery, Seung-min, Sylas, and Evelyn, you're our secret weapons. Aim for the Spartans' flag. Avoid of the heat of the battle if you can, use evasive or defensive techniques."

She had no complaint with that - it was a fairly sound strategy, given what they were working with. Looking around at the other three, she thought they'd be pretty good at their assigned roles. Maybe she could ask Sylas if he wanted to pair up, they could have each other's back - "I believe I belong on the front lines with you, Trinity and Ajax." Well, there went her plans. Emery frowned to herself. Given his abilities, maybe he wouldn't be the best at the front - he didn't seem as physically able as either of the frontliners.

But that was his choice, she supposed. Turning to Gwen, she touched her friend lightly on the arm to get her attention. "Hey. Guess I'll be seeing you later. Hopefully when we're standing victorious over the Spartans' slain and defeated number.." Smiling to show she was only joking, Emery moved to stand near Evelyn, just as the redhead spoke up requesting physical contact. Figuring it couldn't hurt, Emery reached out to hold Evelyn's hand, making note of how everything seemed a little brighter and clearer.

Then Evelyn left on her own, which meant only Emery and Seung-min remained. Come to think of it, a Hermes kid could be helpful to her too.

"Do you want to pair up? If you can transport people we could move fairly quickly - and I'm good with a weapon so I could cover you. Provided we find any weapons." She paused. Her fingers itched to curl around a knife or bow. She'd even settle for a makeshift spear. And therein lay her weakness - while still adept at physical combat, she wouldn't really be working at her best without a weapon. "Well. Even if I can't get one, I can heal and I'm good at tracking. It might not be hard to find their flag if we can look at how they're defending and find the center. And be fast, of course."

She began heading towards the woods, walking backwards so she was still facing Seung-min. "So what say you and I get out of this place and go defeat some demigods?"


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Some hours later Ji-hyun finally deigned it time to roll out of bed and swap his clothes out for a much more practical outfit, reluctantly folding his overlarge sweater and leaving it at the foot of his bed. It was so soft, and so warm. The woods would be awful.

Just as he'd pulled his shirt over his head, a light tap came at the door. He reached out and opened it, tugging his shirt down over his stomach.

"Areum! Good morning."

It was weird, having a sister. Ji-hyun's experiences with siblings were formed with his brother, all teasing jibes and throwing things at each other's head. Usually they were rougher with each other - looking at Areum all dainty, Ji-hyun supposed she probably wasn't expecting any of the same treatment.

Upon remembering his brother, a small stab of pain shot through his chest. Ji-ha would have loved having a sister, another sibling to love and take care of.

Ji-hyun put that thought away carefully. It wouldn't help to dwell on the past, and anyway here Areum was, right now.

"Are you going down to breakfast? Thanks for coming to get me." He shut the door behind him, stepping out into the sunlight. Already it was irritating, too warm and too dry outside, and he could imagine it would only get worse as the day progressed.

He didn't say much as they walked down to the dining hall, trying to let Areum have the space to talk. Once they'd reached the hall, he pulled out a chair for her. "I'll grab some food for us, what do you want to eat?" he offered. His breakfast was simple, the same thing he ate almost every morning since arriving at camp - an omelette, a croissant, and a strong cup of tea.

Placing the food gently on the table, he slid in opposite Areum. "So how are you finding camp so far? I'd wager we don't experience it the same way, say, Ares or Zeus kids do. All this running around and mock battling." He rolled his eyes, exaggerating the expression. It wasn't really a complaint. He wasn't suffering, and if some physical activity was what he had to do to find people like him... it was a trade he didn't mind so much.

And speaking of people like him... "What are the odds we're both Korean, huh? Come this far, join a camp of people with different godly heritage - and it turns out there's a whole handful of us from the same home country." He chuckled dryly. The difference was, she was a rich kid from the city, and he was just an orphan from the countryside, barely able to care for his remaining relative. "Do you miss home?"

Having finished his breakfast as he listened to Areum, he tilted the almost-empty teacup this way and that, offering it to his sister. "Shall I read your fortune? It's a little party trick I've been practicing."

Before he could follow through with the offer, though, a camp facilitator entered and began rattling off a list of teams and rules. Ji-hyun groaned quietly, smiling as he set the cup down. "They've set us on different teams, huh? Well. I hope we don't have to engage each other in combat anytime soon. Have fun." So saying, he reached out to touch the back of Areum's hand gently, then left to join his team.

Listening to strategies being shared around, he began to get an idea of what he had to do. Defense wasn't such a bad position, and he could use his abilities that way too. "I might have some trouble holding my own against Ajax or Trinity, but I could suggest that they take it easy on us, if they get too close. And the beasts can't harm us if they're asleep." He held up a hand and wiggled his fingers, surprising himself by grinning wickedly. "Kalani, I think I could help you with that."

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McKenna raised an eyebrow when the names of the people on her team were listed off, but didn't comment on it. The blonde sighed softly, standing up and heading to where the rest of the so-called "Spartans" were grouping up.

A man with dirty blonde hair took charge, speaking up as soon as the team were outside of the other team's earshot. "Okay, so here is what I am thinking. We have the shore on our side. Finley, you know that rock formation out by the cabin with the crevice surrounded by the taller rocks? I think we could hide the flag there. You could pull the tide out the the formation to make it even more complicated to search around there. After the flag is hidden, we need attackers and defenders. . . . Andy, Alex, McKenna, Harleen, Elias, Mason, Lise, and myself would probably be best as attackers. I think we should probably go in pairs too. Think about who could complement you well. Elias, I think I'd like to pair with you. I can go from high place to high place covering your back as you control things in close range on the ground. We should all spread out and canvas the area, looking for the flag, and trying to knock out their defenders."

McKenna herself didn't care too much for teamwork, or this game in general, but she supposed she could make some effort and not act like a useless piece of jello. At first thought, McKenna decided to go solo; however, she wasn't exactly the best combatant, despite her fire powers.

"Hey," she called out to Lise insouciantly. "Wanna pair up?"
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Before the redhead could respond, the bustling conversations were interrupted by a loud whistle. After the announcement, Seung-min turned back to Isobel, grinning sheepishly.

"Guess we gotta go do this capture-the-flag thing," he said cheerfully, getting up from his seat. "C'mon, let's go."

Seung-min, with the typical bounce to his step, approached where the other Trojans were gathering as Duke began to speak. "We need defenders, attackers and maybe a mid-field. We also need to consider our biggest threats . . . Take out the Spartans brains, healers and manipulators first, then deal with the brutes. They probably think we're a confrontational side too, that we're going in with guns blazing, but let's try to be a little more subtle. Travel in pairs if you can. Not attached at the hip though . . . Emery, Seung-min, Sylas and Evelyn, you're our secret weapons. Aim for the Spartan's flag. Avoid the heat of the battle if you can, use evasive or defensive techniques."

Seung-min grinned; he saw no problem with the plan, and his role would definitely play to his strengths. Sylas and Evelyn left on their own, leaving behind the Korean boy and Emery behind. "Do you want to pair up?" the brunette proposed, taking the words right out of Seung-min's mouth. "If you can transport people we could move fairly quickly - and I'm good with a weapon so I could cover you. Provided we find any weapons. Well. Even if I can't get one, I can heal and I'm good at tracking. It might not be hard to find their flag if we can look at how they're defending and find the center. And be fast, of course."

She began heading towards the woods, walking backwards so she was still facing Seung-min. "So what say you and I get out of this place and go defeat some demigods?"

Seung-min grinned his usual boxy grin. "You got it," he cheered, following his partner. "Let's go kick some Spartan ass."

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When Seung-min began following her, Emery knew she had the partnership she wanted. The younger boy's enthusiasm was infectious, and she felt herself mirroring his smile as she led him further into the woods.

"So what I'm thinking is, can you take us closer to the other side? If we can let them see us in different places almost at once -" and here she jabbed the air in front of her, demonstrating how the spread out members of the opposite team would all see the pair at almost the same time "- they might panic. Then, either they'll leave the flag less guarded to deal with the intruders, and we can do a quick search of the area, or more likely, they'll back up towards the flag, and we can follow them to find the flag. If we're quick we might not have to engage too many hostiles."

As she spoke, Emery reached the edge of Trojan territory, entering a small clearing. Tucked into the low crook of a tree, barely visible, was a simple recurve bow and a set of arrows in a quiver. Not very many, but she could make do. "Hold on a moment," she directed Seung-min, pulling herself up into the crook to retrieve the weapons. Slipping the strap of the quiver over her shoulders, she found that it fit nicely, and the bow, though basic, was sturdy.

She turned to jump back down, and froze. Barely out of the shadows on the far side, one of the beasts was entering the clearing. "Seung-min, I need you to stay still," she murmured, lowering herself so she was almost squatting, still perched in the crook of the tree. "I can take it. But I don't want to waste what I have."


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"Neither one of us are... fighters."

Ji-hyun turned to face the source of the voice, meeting Sloane's unsettlingly large eyes. "You can say that again." He rolled his shoulders, scrunching his face up as he stifled a yawn. "The other team would snap me like a twig in two minutes, and then the Spartans would be down a genius." He tapped his temple, rolling his eyes heavenward with a 'what-can-anyone-do-about-it' sort of half-smile.

He listened attentively as Sloane outlined her plan, then nodded. Positioning himself at the base of the tree, he diligently kept lookout - all relatively peaceful, for now.

Turning his attention back to her when he heard her land on the ground beside him, he leaned back slightly until he was resting against the trunk, crossing his arms. "So... If either you can make them sleep, or I can manipulate their perceived reality... Hopefully that should buy us enough time until someone else grabs their flag. Right?"

"Right." Ji-hyun looked around, assessing their surroundings. "I think I can take anyone that gets too close, as long as they don't snap me, as I said before. How far can your, ah, illusions reach? Because, if you could plant a few flags around the area, or even a few of those beasts to keep any approaching Trojan occupied for a little while, it could buy us more time. Or you could just mask our flag from their sight. Is that cheating?" He gestured at the flag above their heads, the only splash of red fairly visible amongst the green.

Having contributed his bit to strategy, he slipped back into casual Ji-hyun again, his smile returning. "Sorry. I might be accused of not pulling my weight if I didn't try to make this a little harder for the Trojans. So now that's out of the way - how are you? I don't see you socialising much around camp - can't say the same for your brother." He peered at her face for a moment, then shrugged. "But I have little to complain about, I could say the same for myself. How are you adjusting?"

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters

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Although Wes was heading toward the opponents flag, he wasn't going fast. He constantly kept looking from side to side, hoping not to get hit by any long range weapons. Sure, he was on a beast which you'd think would deter a decent amount of people, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be hard to knock him off with an arrow or spear. But at the same time, it wasn't like he particularly had a plan of action once he got close to the flag. It all depended on who was defending... If they were shit fighters, like himself, he potentially stood a chance. If it was Andy, well he was a goner.

Wes heard what he thought was struggling in the distance. He gently tugged on the beast's main, causing it to slow down and come to a halt. He sat more upright, looking around at the woods that surrounded him. Before his mount could begin to growling, he sent soothing feelings through his hand and into her, not enough so that she wouldn't protect him but enough so that she wouldn't give away their location.

While he was scanning the forest in one direction, he didn't hear someone quickly approaching from the other way. It wasn't brought to his attention until his beast quickly spun around, going into a prone position. Her nails dug deep into the dirt as a terrible growl rumble in her chest. Wes' hand went for his spear, but he froze when he saw the all too familiar blonde standing before him. He quickly lowered his hand to the beast, his touch caressing her while sending caring, protective emotions for Trinity into the hound. "It's ok, girl. She's a friend."

“God,” Trinity said with relief. Wes didn't know what she was expecting, but by the look of it, she was proud it was him. She stood their, taking a breather but it didn't last long before another growl was heard near by. Wes' hound quickly shifted into a protective stance, preparing to attack. But his beast nor himself were needed as he sat there in awe watching as Trinity made quick work of the another animal.

“Okay,” she sighed and moved to her feet, while Wes sat there with his jaw dropped. He had seen her spar, and glimpses of her in action. But it seemed everyday she still surprised him, in the best ways. “Let's get this over with.”

Wes was still silent until his gaze fell to the bleeding wound on her arm. He gave his beast a pat before he slid off her back. "Hold on Wonder Woman." He pulled the empty right sleeve that was tucked into his shirt and ripped it off at the seam. Wes held the fabric between his teeth as he took her hand and raised her arm to inspect the wound. He took the sleeve and wrapped it around her arm, then using his hand and teeth he carefully tied it as a makeshift tourniquet. "Better?" he asked while still holding her hand.

Once she was ready, Wes climbed back onto his beast. When he was securely mounted, he held himself in place by gripping the hound's sides with his legs. Wes then extended his hand out toward Trinity, "Let's go get a flag."

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Sylas' eyes widened when Andy threw him into the path of the charging beast. Before he could prepared himself, the large creature slammed into him and tossed him into a tree. With a groan, he moved to his hands and knees, coughing as he tried to regain his breath. He looked over to the side, seeing the beast regain itself quickly and charge toward him once again. There was no time for him to get up and run away. Sylas shut his eyes tightly, turning his head away from the approaching beast. But then there was nothing.

He opened his eyes to find the beast curling in on itself as if being controlled by someone else. Sylas stumbled to his feet, using the tree for support. “Now would be the time to use any nifty skills,” a voice called out to him from beyond the beast.

Sylas didn't waste his time trying to figure out who was helping him or what they were. He quickly limped over to the bushes where Andy tossed his sword. With weapon in hand, a grin graced his lips as he raised it into the air. Then in a single swift moment, he plummeted the blade down into the skull of the beast. When the tip hit the dirt, he groaned, twisting it within the creature until it stopped fighting and the last breath was drawn from it.

He took a deep breath before pulling his sword from the beast, wiping the blade off with his sleeve. Sylas slowly limped around the corpse, coming to find the redhead who had helped him. "You're the last person I expected to show up." He slowly walked over to her. "Have any Spartans crossed your path yet?" He wasn't one for making small talk, nor did he particularly care. But, he needed a moment to regain himself before rushing into anything else. And he wasn't keen on crossing paths with Andy again at the current moment, because he had a feeling that she'd be holding a vendetta toward him for quite some time.




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"Just let it be a death bed, Ajax and we'll move on." Mason spoke toward Ajax. Then he directed his words toward Alex. "And you, I didn't even tell the whole camp you're a murderous psycho bitch who slaughtered my sister which is the truth." He moved toward Alex, in front of Andy as she stood there silent just watching. "And I haven't lied to anyone. I never claim to be a saint. Never claim to be a victim."

Andy met Mason's gaze when he looked back toward her. "You two can't save anyone. Where's your exes, Ajax?..." The rest of what he said faded off as Andy focused on those words. As much as she didn't want to admit it, have they saved anyone aside from each other? Mason had saved her countless times. He helped her with the minotaur, went back to the underworld for her, used his wish on her... Had Ajax ever saved her?

Her attention was brought back to the present when she saw Alex walk off. She half expect the girl to lash out at Andy after what she said, but instead she just left. Part of her felt bad but not as much as she was tired of this feud and people thinking Mason is a monster for a rational reaction to his sister being murdered. But what happened next, she didn't expect. Ajax looked right at her and said two simple words, "Shut up."

Just those two words made her jaw drop slightly as she stared at him. Everything Ajax began to say toward Mason was white noise in her ears. Andy was over this... all of it. As they were both distracted, she waved her hand before her making herself become invisible. As she faded from sight her colors fell to the ground where she stood. No longer seen, Andy trudged off toward the main hall. She should of gone to the medical hut but she knew who'd be there and wasn't in the mood to deal with her either.

Once Andy reached the main hall, she walked through the doors and went into the kitchen. She grabbed a kitchen towel and made her way over to the fridge. She took a handful of ice and wrapped it in the towel. With a sigh, she made her way back out onto the porch and took a seat with her feet on the step below her. Andy carefully and slowly raised the ice to her nose, wincing at first from the pressure but allowed the cool to numb the pain.

She shifted so that her elbows rested on her knees while she still held the ice to her nose. Andy stared at her feet as everything began to sink in. How could everything at camp go from fine to hell in the matter of 24 hours? She was never the type of person to lash out or get overly emotional... But then here she was, mad at Ajax for things he did and didn't do in the past, regretting her night with him, furious that a single day can't go by where Ajax and Mason don't try to kill each other... And mad at herself. She was a shit girlfriend and a shit friend. Andy could barely stomach to look at her boyfriend's sister for the past year and Mason has done more for her than anyone at camp.

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Now it was just a waiting game. Sloane perched herself atop a bolder near the base of the tree where the flag resided. She crossed her legs underneath her frame, resting her hands in her lap. She glanced over toward Ji-Hyun as he leaned against a tree and crossed his arms. "Right," he responded to her comment, glancing around at their surroundings. "I think I can take anyone that gets too close, as long as they don't snap me, as I said before. How far can your, ah, illusions reach? Because, if you could plant a few flags around the area, or even a few of those beasts to keep any approaching Trojan occupied for a little while, it could buy us more time. Or you could just mask our flag from their sight. Is that cheating?"

Sloane glanced down at her hands. "Umm... it's stronger the closer I am to someone. If I could sneak up behind them I could give them the illusion of being robbed of their senses, or an invisible beast or something. If they're too far away... I'll just make them get angry and fight their own teammates." She then looked up at the flag, then back down at him with a slight smile. "And yes, I do believe that would be cheating."

Her gaze fell to her twiddling fingers as Ji-Hyun spoke again. "Sorry. I might be accused of not pulling my weight if I didn't try to make this a little harder for the Trojans. So now that's out of the way - how are you? I don't see you socialising much around camp - can't say the same for your brother." Sloane raised her gaze to meet his as he shrugged. "But I have little to complain about, I could say the same for myself. How are you adjusting?"

"How am I?"' Sloane wasn't used to be asked questions like that. Usually no cared. "My brother and I... Are very different," she concluded from his statement, although it wasn't like that was new information. "But, I'm fine. Camp is... different," she admitted to him. "I'll adjust soon enough." Sloane gave a weak attempt at a smile as her fingers twiddled in her lap.

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"So what I'm thinking is," Emery started to speak as the younger of the pair listened intently, "can you take us closer to the other side? If we can let them see us in different places almost at once, they might panic. Then, either they'll leave the flag less guarded to deal with the intruders, and we can do a quick search of the area, or more likely, they'll back up towards the flag, and we can follow them to find the flag. If we're quick we might not have to engage too many hostiles."

Seung-min nodded along to Emery's words. "That's pretty smart," he commented. He rubbed the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed. "I'm a bit embarrassed to say that my teleportation skills aren't the best, but I should be able to take us there. Other than that, I can't teleport repeatedly for a semi-long stretch of time, even if it's in a smaller range. But I can create illusions of myself! Then people at different angles and different areas will be able to see me at the same time - just like you said - and they won't be able to tell the different between illusion me and the real me. Cool, right? I can't create illusions of other people though, so there'll only be one of you. But if you find a weapon or something, my clones can be the ones confusing everyone while you're in the shadows, taking everybody down like an assassin from one of those overdramatic Japanese movies. That sounds super badass, though!"

As the two of them discussed their plan, they reached the border of Trojan territory where a small clearing was. "Hold on a moment," Emery told Seung-min, who obeyed as Emery pulled herself into a tree, pulling out a bow and a quiver of arrows from what looked to be out of nowhere - at least it did from Seung-min's angle.

"Wow, you did find a weapon!" Seung-min said brightly, a grin on his face.

Emery turned to jump down from the tree, but froze abruptly. Seung-min furrowed a brow, confused. "Seung-min, I need you to stay still," Emery murmured, lowering her body. Seung-min could sense a beast somewhere behind him as Emery continued to talk. "I can take it. But I don't want to waste what I have."

"I can teleport away, or create a clone, if that makes things easier," Seung-min said in a low voice, just loud enough for his partner to hear. His frame was slightly tense as he stood there, frozen. "Or I can just . . . stand here and shut up."

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"Or I can just... stand here and shut up."

Emery hardly heard Seung-min, so intent was she on the beast. She wanted to see how well it worked - call it a trial she could afford, but if she could speak to and command the beasts their situation would improve considerably.

"Hi," she whispered, reaching a tentative hand out, wiggling her fingers slightly. With the other hand supporting her, she swung her legs down and onto the forest floor, her eyes fixed on the beast. "Oh, don't mind him, he's just a friend. Like you and me, right?" She kept her tone encouraging, and in response it growled lowly and moved a little closer, ignoring Seung-min. "That's right... I know it's your job, but couldn't you make us an exception? I doubt anyone else speaks your language the way I do, plus we're friends now."

She was rewarded with a low purr, and it bumped her hand with its forehead, nuzzling against her fingertips. "Awesome. It was great meeting you - I've got my own job to do, but we can talk later, okay?" Another growl, another bump against her fingers, and the beast turned and bounded back into the trees.

Emery straightened up, smiling at Seung-min. She'd had confidence it would work, but actually being able to exercise her abilities was exciting every time. "Always better to make a new friend, don't you think? Anyway - let's keep moving." Holding her newfound weapon loosely by her side, she headed back into the trees.

"And, Seung-min? That does sound pretty badass."


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Different was an understatement, in Ji-hyun's view, but he thought it summed up camp nicely. As for Sloane and her brother...

"You do know you're allowed to create experiences apart from your brother?" he said gently. "You're allowed to be your own person, even while you're with him. Especially when you're with him." He paused for a moment, concerned he'd overstepped his boundaries. "Anyway, I'm just speaking from personal experience. I have an older brother - for the first decade of my life I wanted to be just like him, wanted to do everything he did, until I got down to figuring out who I was when he wasn't around. I know a little about getting your identity mixed up with your sibling's." He fell silent again.

Maybe it should have been had. Could Ji-hyun still be a younger brother if his brother was dead? But he didn't know for sure. After all those years, he was by all means an only child. And yet, he still thought himself a younger brother, defined by the existence of someone older, someone perhaps dead.

Identities were weird. Ji-hyun shook himself hard, trying to focus for once. He managed a smile.

"Just my two cents."

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Seung-min watched Emery in awe as the latter managed to tame the animal. Wow, Artemis kids can do some pretty awesome things, he thought to himself. Seung-min was always fascinated by animals since as long as he could remember, so Artemis had always intrigued him more than a god like Hermes, for instance (no offense, Dad). Of course, Seung-min was content with his own powers; he couldn't imagine life without his speed.

Emery straightened up, flashing a smile in Seung-min's direction. "Always better to make a new friend, don't you think? Anyway - let's keep moving." Seung-min nodded in agreement at both of Emery's statements, following his fellow demigod through the undergrowth.

"And, Seung-min? That does sound pretty badass."

Seung-min grinned at Emery's statement. A surprisingly small amount of people truly appreciated those Chinese assassin movies, or Japanese ninja movies. "I know, right? Granted, I grew up in South Korea, and that kind of media is super popular there, but I think this could actually work, given our powers. Anyway, let's move onwards!"

The two continued to trek forwards, a comfortable silence between them. However, Seung-min quickly got bored; his natural curiosity wanted him to know more about Emery, even though having a get-to-know-you conversation in the middle of such a game wasn't particularly ideal.

"So . . ." Seung-min began to speak nonetheless. "I know you're a pretty chill person, but other than that, I don't know too much about you. Like, where are you from? I'm from Daegu, which is a pretty big city over in Korea. I can tell you're American, but beyond that, I'm really bad at figuring out accents. I'd like to think that my English is pretty good, but I'm not a native speaker, you know?"

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They advanced through the forest together, Emery taking delight in feeling the occasional dead leaf crunch under her running shoes. Despite her shorts, no bugs bothered Emery, for which she was grateful. She didn't really feel like having to deal with mosquitoes in their death throes. She noted Seung-min's uncharacteristic silence with some interest. She didn't think that he was the kind capable of quashing the urge to carry a conversation at any one time.

"So..."

Emery smiled to herself. There it was.

"I know you're a pretty chill person, but other than that, I don't know too much about you. Like, where are you from?" The question caught her off guard. Where she was from... that was a hard question. Thurmont, where she was born? Or Gautier, where she was raised? Or Harahan, Lake City, Aurora, any of the places she'd been shunted to before she'd finally come to camp? Nowhere seemed right. If anything, maybe she could be grateful that the St Johns were many, that at least she'd always had somewhere to stay.

"...I'm from many different places," she finally said, aware that Seung-min was waiting for an answer. "From many different states, raised by many different people... My grandma tried to teach me a Southern accent, but it didn't really stick, not completely." She was suddenly conscious of how different her English was from Seung-min, his smooth and polite, hers drawn out and roiling. Having learned the accent from her grandmother aside, she'd had the habit of trying to incorporate other accents into her speech, in an attempt to fit in, except that it only contributed to the amalgation of identities that she defined herself by.

A breeze swept through the trees, ruffling Emery's hair. She looked up, just in time to see dark clouds rolling in. Lightning flashed once, a clap of thunder, and a fat drop of rain hit her cheek, rolling down her neck, leaving a freezing trail in its wake. Despite herself, she shivered. Probably just bad luck... or one of the Zeus kids duking it out? She turned to Seung-min. "Don't know about you, but I'd rather not let the rain slow us down. Shall we zip up ahead, speed this game up?"


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t e a m x // x Spartans

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"I don't want to be anything like my brother."

Whatever response Ji-hyun hoped his little pep talk (if being melancholy about one's possibly-dead brother could count as a pep talk) would elicit, this was not it. Sloane's outburst caught him by surprise, and he blinked, stared at her, wondered what he had said to elicit such a show of emotion. Okay, well, emotion was good, even if it was what seemed to be fear and annnoyance - but in the next instant she'd dropped her gaze and backed off. "...Sorry."

She sounded like she had something more to say, so Ji-hyun kept quiet, continuing to watch her. But all she had to offer was "It's complicated... But I'm not like my brother." He nodded in response, tilting his chin at her.

"That's exactly my point, Sloane. I know you're not." His tone made it clear that they would have to talk further on the subject if she didn't want to, and to make it easier on her he turned away, pretending to be scanning their surroundings for approaching Trojans.

Thunder caught his attention, and he turned his face skywards, eyeing the heavy clouds warily. He would not put it past Ajax to utilise his powers to obscure his teammates from view as they stole their flag. Well, two could play at that game - though it meant that he'd have to get his butt in gear.

Ji-hyun took a step towards his partner, hand outstretched. "Well, pains me to say this, but we've got work to do. May I enhance your perception a little? And I don't suppose you know your way around a weapon?"