Post #2142621 in Champions of the Olympians, a roleplay on RPG

A chilling breeze whipped at his cheeks as he sat cross legged in the grass. After taking note of his surroundings, Cam has situated himself in an ideal spot – within the line of sight of those around him but further enough away so that he wouldn’t be caught in the chaos that was bound to erupt when they all regained consciousness. His amber eyes were now scanning the pixelated screen of his cell phone as he searched for any indication of a signal. The male had been staring at the pocket sized device since arriving in the field, blatantly ignoring the others who only now seemed to stir beside him. Cam was hoping that if he stared at the technology long enough, he would somehow receive a signal – no matter how weak the signal could possibly be. He just needed a damn signal; however, after ten minutes of anxiously watching the digital clock, he was still out of luck. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he held his phone up toward the sky. Maybe if I get on higher ground. Cam was pondering this when several screams erupted from somewhere behind him.

Turning his body ever so slightly to pinpoint the source, his eyes focused on a frantic youth that raged on about nonsense. He had no intention of consoling him. Instead, Cam found himself attempting to reign in the sudden urge to throw a rock at him – or his now useless cell phone, that would work too. As he calculated the amount of force required for an object to hit the nameless screamer directly where the sun didn’t shine, a yell interrupted his train of thought and he nearly jumped in surprise. Cam hadn’t expected a voice to hold so much power – so much authority – and he tried to process why he had reacted in such a way. He had always been someone who held his ground in the face of supervisors and those that believed they held power over him. Why was this so different?

He shook his head and tried to dispel all thoughts of unease that seemed to be increasing as the minutes passed on. Cam was not at all pleased with the situation. He momentarily contemplated running off but thought better of it. It wouldn’t do him any good to be lost in an unfamiliar place, especially without any means of contact. He grumbled his discontent and crossed his arms almost childishly. A light hearted chuckle reached his ears and he raised an eyebrow – trying to mask the surprise he was feeling. When did he get in front of me? The angelic young boy gave him a smile but Cam didn’t return the sentiment. He found himself glaring at the golden haired youth, very much annoyed that someone had snuck up on him without him realizing. “You seemed much fonder of me in your past life, Hermes.” His glare stayed put. What game was this kid playing?

After a momentary silence, Ganymede – so he did have a name – started to explain just what circumstances led him, as well as the others, to this very point in time. His mind had only just begun to process the information when Ganymede spoke again about Hades’ champion. Cam could only nod his head in brief acknowledgement as his words began to sink in. Wait, no. They couldn’t sink in. This was highly impossible; even despite all that had happened hours earlier. What he had been told was pure fiction – tales strung together in books that were read for enjoyment only. This doesn’t happen in real life. So why was there a voice in the back of his mind insisting it was true?

Cam’s internal struggle was bound to give him an inevitable headache. As he ran his fingers through his tousled hair, he let out a sigh and watched quietly as a white haired teenager stepped between a bickering couple. “And if we don’t?” Cam questioned as he moved forward and stood beside the three. Holding out his arm with the intention of helping the raven haired girl stand, he looked between the two males and frowned. “Look around. No one is exactly the picture of calm and collected.”

Snippet #2142621

located in The Olympian Universe, a part of Champions of the Olympians, one of the many universes on RPG.

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