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Cherise Boyse

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

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"You can bring the people around you up, or you can bring them down."
- Cherise Boyse




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n i c k n a m e s x // x Cher , Cherry (Misreading of name)

a g e x // x20

g e n d e r x // xfemale

s e x u a l i t y x // xheterosexual

o r i g i n x // xcalifornia

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

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






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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x5' 6"

w e i g h t x // x137 lbs

h a i r x // xmidback length, dark chestnut waves. Typically just air dried and loose.

e y e s x // xdark brown

o d d i t i e s x // xterribly calloused palms, various scars - all minor.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xCherise, if she had to describe herself, would say she is classically beautiful with nasty calloused man-hands. There's nothing to really see there but some girl that grew up in California that did a lot of pointless things in life. However, when other people describe her, they talk about her smile, of which is wide and lights up a room. Her prettiest features are actually her eyes and teeth, both seeming to shine brilliantly when her soft coral lips break out into one of her endearing smiles. It's because she is always smiling that she is relatively easy on the eyes.

She loves to dress up, but keep it casual and playful at the same time. A little brightness never hurt anyone! Or a lot, in her case. Dark hues don't suit her much and kind of drown out her skin tone, and they don't fit her mood. She keeps her hair long and loose, allowing the air to dry it and for her waves to take their place. Overall, she prefers frilly dresses and adorable little outfits that make her happy to look at herself. She is womanly and soft with hints of musculature in her legs and arms reminiscent of hard labor and athleticism. She is not Ares child fit, but she definitely holds her physical self to high standards.






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I N G E N I U M
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h e a l i n g x // x While it is a bit on the tiring side, Cherise can heal minor injuries and up to even insignificant ailments like colds or the flu.

l i g h t x m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x She can cause a blinding flash or summon a powerful beam to use as a light attack. She is still exploring the depth of this ability.

m a r k s m a n x // x She just doesn't miss her target, and she is deadly with a bow and arrow in hand.



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n u r t u r e r x // x She has a maternal soul, she swears.

d e v o t e d x // x Once a friend, always a friend-- through thick and thin, in life and death.

c h a r i s m a t i c x // x Can you really say "no" to that smile?



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j e a l o u s y x // x She has been known to have issues with this, whether it is over a boy over material things.

k i n d n e s s x // x Kindness is just as much a crutch as it is a good thing.

d a y d r e a m e r x // x She can really get caught up in her own little world and tune everything else out.



M E T U M
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c o n f r o n t a t i o n x // x She's really sweet, so being confronted is not something she's eager for. As much as she likes to put on her brave face, she really just wants to be loved by everyone.

e n e m i e s x // x Enemies mean that she disappointed someone, and that scares her because it usually means she did something that she didn't mean to do. She probably doesn't even know she did it.

l o s s x // x She fears any kind of loss; herself, friends, loved ones - it doesn't matter. Everything and everyone in her life means something to her, and she'd like to keep it all.





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
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She is impossibly kind, and maybe even to the point of cloyingly so. There's nothing about life that she simply doesn't love, and she loves living it-- living it with others, too. She is always surrounded by people, whether they are friends or if she just started some random conversation somewhere with someone. She has a genuine desire to be liked by others, and to help others that can't always help themselves. Thus, her nurturing soul; maternal and warm to those in need, she is a caregiver of sorts in some instances. She has wonderful bedside manners in terms of healing, and utterly devoted to her friends regardless of what may transpire between them. She's hard to displease, but it is not impossible.

It isn't that other people can hurt her, it's simply that she draws up this entire daydream only for most of it to fall to pieces at her feet. She's so friendly that when others are not the same, it can be kind of disheartening. However, she tries not to get too upset by it. She can begin to feel jealous, though, and that is her biggest and heaviest negative emotion. Jealousy can sometimes drive her kindness if she is not careful, and it can also make her more sweet than usually - overly so, scarily so. It can be downright creepy and stalker-like. If jealousy is borne of material things, she will seek ways to obtain it. If it is borne of self-reflection, she will find a way to change it. If it is a man, she might stalk him. A friend, she might try to get in their way hoping that they will eventually befriend her. While this is all a rarity, when the green-eyed monster strikes, the outcome is always unfavorable.

Her protective nature stems from having to deal with her step-father, of whom was an abusive figure in her life. Cherise has always been scared of him, but she was forced to stand up to him often. She feels the same way when she is defending other: brave on the outside but trembling on the inside. Maybe it makes her stupid, she doesn't know. She believes that she has a duty to those that couldn't stand up for themselves; someone that she needed when she was younger and more vulnerable. She sees herself in others, and the urge to change it just takes over the fear of confrontation. Until she is alone - then she can worry about the latter.






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H I S T O R I A R U M


Being Reworked.





h e x c o d e x // x #fa8072 x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x Crystal Reed x // x c r e a t o r x // x * * * x // x c s x // x Scar.-

So begins...

Cherise Boyse's Story

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If Cherise had a theme song intro right at this very moment, it would be something akin to something irritatingly bouncy— maybe some bad Taylor Swift song about break-ups. And instead of heading into the freezer for a pint of ice-cream, she dumps some instant oatmeal and skim milk into a bowl for a semi-healthy girl emotional binge fest in the late afternoon. She has a figure to keep, ya know.

Anyway.

This is Cherise in a nutshell; a closet binge-eater (healthily, mind you) with some emotional frustration. This is the Apollo child that no one ever sees because it is unbelievable. This woman is the face and embodiment of jubilant life, but she had to get her moments in. She had to take a break from being so gods damned pleasant all the time. She loved it, yes. She really did. To be happy— to make others smile in a bleak world where all of the bad things seem to just fall into everyone's laps unwelcome. She treasured living vicariously through the happiness of others; to put on that smiling face every day, to fake it til she makes it. Apollo reminded her that she was genuinely happy once, and maybe she will find that again.

But for now, she brings a wrist up to her mouth to wipe away the remnants of milk, thick with the the starch from the oats, that threatens to dribble down her jawline and into her lazy t-shirt. When ten minutes of mind-numbing eating ends, she sticks everything into her sink and gets dressed.

Now, getting dressed is an art form. She had so many colors to choose from— so many ways to present herself and give off that first impression of cheery liveliness. Plucking several articles of clothing from the closet, she wiggles into it, gives her hair a quick brush, and finishes it all off with a bright red lips.

Last, but not least— for the most important part of her day is this— she stands in front of a tall mirror. "I am a good person. I am kind, and loyal, and I am happy. The past is the past, and I cannot change it," she tells herself, taking in a deep breath as the words of affirmation remind her that she isn't this broken child stuffing her face with oats like a slob. "Sometimes bad things happen to good people, and that's okay. Good things happen, too. I am here for a reason. I am a necessary cog in the machine. If I am unhappy, others will be unhappy." Cherise pops off her best toothy smile in her rehearsal, and nods once. She pivots sharply on her heels, slips out of her room, and ultimately out of the cabin.

The path to the beach is embraced with a casual pace that allowed her brown eyes to take in the scenery. She dips her thumbs into her belt, smiling quietly at the cabins that she passes on the way, the trees, and yes— she even embraces the rain in a way only a cloyingly joyful person could. Speaking of the rain, she didn't see any dark cloud on the way here earlier. It must be some strange fluke.

Eventually, she's actually at the beach— the treeline anyway, just to watch for right now. Cherise wasn't sure who was who, but she will. Right now, from the far off distance, she could see things unfolding. That was great! She hadn't seen a good drama series for some time, and she has the feeling that she will figure out who she needs to befriend, and who she will have to work harder at. Because, by the gods, she will make people like her.

That's not crazy at all.

Once again, she throws on her best smile, already tossed into the world of daydreaming the multiple scenarios that can transpire between herself and others. In all of this, she is approaching, and with the probability of running into someone with her head all up in the clouds as it is right now. The only question is: Who?

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Cayden Stelzner Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse
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Image "I know, and I'm sorry. You're right. I'll go and get it now and give it to him. After everything he's been through, he deserves something good to come out of all this mess that I've caused." Duke smiled warmly. No doubt it would benefit Wesley but it would benefit her conscience too.

"That's if I even make it out of there," she said in regards to her being the life of the party again. Duke felt for Alex but he didn't care for that sort of mentality especially when she was already rolling over and showing her belly opposed to trying. She'd let everyone else fight for her cause but not herself and it wasn't fair.

"Alex," he said before she exited the hall. "Try." Otherwise she wasn't worth fighting for.

Duke headed out to the beach giving Zeus and Iliana a nod in acknowledgement as he passed. Arriving at the beach, a problem became evident. There were more demigods than horses available. Did that mean some were going via a portal? Hopefully. "So I can't help but notice there's around 20 demigods going and 12 horses." He didn't want to make it sound like an issue in case there was a quick solution like having some demigods travelling with the gods, or more horses arriving but he did state it aloud for the Gods present to address.

No new horses flew in which meant most of them were stuck finding a pair. Duke headed straight to a horse and mounted it. He didn't know if Alex would want to ride with him or Ajax or take Pegasus instead. He didn't see himself refusing any company, as long as they were light otherwise they might have crushed the majestic creature. Duke couldn't say he was a frequent rider or flyer but he was a mighty fast learner so either way he was quite secure.

Once they were all settled in, the herd took off and accelerated into the sky. At least the creatures knew where to go automatically so it saved Duke from having to steer or struggle for control. Still, he did have some control issues; it was like being on a rollercoaster, the speed, the direction, it was out of control and it was hard for him to surrender it, even to such Godly creatures.

The structure of Olympus killed the wind as the herd lowered onto the grounds of Olympus with a chorus of clapping hooves. When stationary, Duke jumped off and checked everyone had made it in one piece. Actually he had a rather bizarre sensation, from being airborne and travelling faster than he probably even knew to having his feet on the ground again. It made him a bit lightheaded.



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Image Keith put in some earphones to avoid being confronted. He walked back and forth with his head down which always risked a safety hazard but he didn't have the energy or mood to lock eyes with anyone. He kicked some sand up and continued his mindless dawdling. He did a half-hearted cha-cha step to the music then resumed his casual walk up and down. In doing that, he bumped into a girl - nothing hard or disastrous but he had walked into her who was likely minding her own innocent business. Immediately, he plucked out his earphones and reached out to the brunette's arm apologetically, while his other arm automatically protected his stomach. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's like I can't even see in these things sometimes." He pulled his glasses off and gave them a quick wipe with his sleeve before replacing them on the bridge of his nose.

He expected to look at her and identify her as someone malicious or nice from last year but there was no bell. Maybe she was another new demigod that fitted in better than he could in his years of attending camp. "Are you going to the trial too?" Keith mentally facepalmed. Why else be on the beach with a pack of demigods gathering to go to Olympus? If he could ask a stupider question, that'd be impressive.

"Umm...coffee?" He conjured one without thinking too hard and offered it to the girl. He frowned at the hot content in the plastic cup that began to heat his hand. "It probably would have been smarter if I got the jacket with it," he confessed in a whisper. "And your order first." He hissed as the burning sensation finally won and he dropped the cup, shaking out his hand. "I've never been much of a barista, there's got to be like 1000 different forms and flavor of coffee."

The more he opened his mouth to this girl, the more foolish he felt so he looked for another subject change. Maybe he should introduce her to others to take some social pressure off him. He spotted the red hair and slim figure of no one other than "Evelyn," he mumbled. "Evelyn!" he said her name twice, one as an idea, one officially calling her. As he approached, he saw her figure was not a joke in that outfit and he let his eyes stray head to toe. She was like one of those Robert Palmer girls in his music clips. Keith snapped out of it and smiled. "Evelyn, this is..." somebody's who's name he didn't catch or bother to ask for. Keith looked at the brunette guiltily. "Somebody I have the urge to call Summer so I'm glad I didn't." Keith wasn't the kind to make names for people as he found it was kind of rude but she did radiate brightness and just look at how she dressed. Very Summer-y. Keith meant it with absolutely no disrespect besides it was a pretty name. He smiled at her.

"I'm Keith." He grinned. Can a meteor come now?

Rather than the meteor, there was the shameless admittance that there weren’t enough horses for them all to ride separately. Well that was awkward but strangely comforting as he didn't trust himself to stay balanced on a horse that shot into the sky.

He had asked too much of Evelyn already and he didn't want to become reliant on her so nervously he turned to the other girl. "Do you mind if we...?" he threw a finger back and forth between them. "We can yell our favorite hot beverages to each other." Given the transport method it was the only acceptable time to yell...it was going to be a windy and insane ride. But rejection was something he was as equally willing to accept, actually he was expecting it.



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Image Mason smiled seeing Andy in a cute little dress. "Well it is official, Mr. Hughson. You clean up far better than myself." Apparently Andy had similar thoughts to him, then helped adjust his tie making him smirk.

"Thank you," was all he replied with a smile.

"Oh, by the way," Andy moved beside him and showed the contents in her little bag. "Just in case."

Mason's eyes widened. "What the hell, And- " before he could finish, Evangeline had wormed her way between them.

Mason rolled his eyes and stepped away so as not to be against Evangeline. He was a man that liked his space even if it was a pretty blonde brushing up against him. A pretty blonde that could make people think, say and do crazy shit. “Wow, you really are a girl of many talents.” Mason reached for Andy's waist to pull her to him, but Evangeline had got her arm around Andy's first. Crap. “And you’re just as beautiful as I thought you’d be!”

"We're talking here," Mason told Evangeline. But of course she knew that and it didn't deter her, meanwhile Andy would probably think he was being his anti-social rude self. Especially to someone who just wanted to be friendly and conveyed such bubbly energetic vibes.

“Sorry, sorry. I'm Evangeline. Mason has just told me soooo much about you, that I feel like we’re already friends,” she carried on without missing a beat and Mason showed his displeasure. For a girl, that was a dick move. It was all coming back to bite him sooner than he expected and it showed in her smile. “Right babe?” Evangeline winked and placed a hand on his chest. Babe? And why did he get an urge to throw her a wink back.

Mason shifted out of reach slightly and crossed his arms over his chest, looking off. "Sure, princess." It was true he had spoken about Andy and her relationship, so he felt no need to deny that. And even if Evangeline wanted to let a few of his quotes slip, Andy knew how Mason felt about her and Ajax so it wasn't like it was new information, just unpleasant. But he definitely didn't want Andy to get the impression he had overshared about her.

He kept shifting his weight from foot to foot until he let his gaze get lost in the blue sea. Mason wanted to escape the situation, it was making him uncomfortable but he couldn't leave Andy with her. “And doesn’t he just look hot in the suit? You agree don’t you? Say it.” Mason whipped his head back to Evangeline and Andy. A slither of him wanted to know if Andy would actually say it, the other, protect her from those ugly situations.

Quickly pulling himself together, Mason shook his head. "Andy, you don't have to," he said softly. More suggesting her not to, particularly if it was the false influence of the daughter of Hera. He turned his blue eyes onto the blonde next. "I appreciate you thinking I'm hot but you don't have to get all the girls to confess it," he tried to downplay the situation. "Don't want you getting too jealous now." Since they were a couple or something of the sort.

Mason tried to smirk and pry the girls apart carefully. Better him than have Evangeline hang off Andy any longer. Somebody mentioned a new problem and that was the shortage of horses. Mason counted a few short himself. "So do you mind if I hitch a ride with Andy or would you rather go with me?" He glanced to the daughter of Hecate. "If that's alright with you?" Maybe she didn't even want to go with him and would rather go with Ajax or alone. One thing he couldn't do was let the girls ride together though.

Everything about the situation made him uncomfortable. He would rather jump on a horse alone, but it was the lesser evil to have one of the girls with him.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Cayden Stelzner Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse
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Image “I understand your love and loyalty for your sister, but how does she know it was cursed and the source? The beauty of curses is that the object is personified to punish and torment, and the origin, a ghost. If you want my help, I need the truth. Is there a chance, a minute chance, that Alex would do any of it of her own accord?”

She sounded like she was placing the blame on Alex, and accusing him of being a liar. He didn't look at all impressed. Though to be fair, Evelyn didn't know them well enough. Still, it was wrong to think that what Alex did, was how she was naturally. "No. I know her, and this isn't like her at all. She was kind, playful, caring. She said she suffered memory loss and everything that happened that night with our mother, and with Jennova, came back in small fragments of flashbacks."

"If you're so sure this is cursed by who you say, use it as evidence."

"I intend to." He took the item back and stuffed it into his pocket.

“The Gods should be able to identify one of their own, I can only confirm it is cursed.”

"And is it cursed?" he wanted to ask, but she had nodded and left the hall. He could have gone after her, but that would just be wasting time. She was right, though, the Gods would be his better option with this.

At least he had something... that was better than nothing.

Ajax left the hall, ignoring his father with Iliana as he headed back to his cabin to get ready. It didn't take him long to pick out an outfit that he deemed worthy for the day. Casual, but smart still. Without wasting any more time, he made sure he got the so-called cursed item from his other jacket pocket and placed it into the one he now had on, and quickly made his way down to the beach. There were so many there already, and by the looks of things, they were going to be making their way by horse.

Seeing as there weren't that many for all the campers, Ajax chose to fly beside them with Ares and Athena until they reached the great kingdom in the sky. It was much bigger than he had imagined.

Image Perfectly sculptured statues representing each God lined up alongside each other as they headed down the golden path between them. Their eyes seemed to follow the Son of Zeus, making them seem much more life-like. Of course, it was just trickery of the mind.


The path leads them to the large acropolis hall with the arena beneath their feet.

At the front of the hall were empty seats where the gods would normally sit, and a golden throne reserved for his father only. Magic oozed from it in the form of small golden specks that floated slowly away from the throne, before vanishing like a fires ember.


They were to wait until the gods could join them, to give them directions to where they were needed.

Image As the others stood in that very hall, Ajax wandered over to the balcony that over-looked the arena beneath them. Placing his hands down on the stone wall before him, he looked down. There was a strange pool of water in the center of that room, which glowed an ominous cyan color. If he wasn't mistaken, he could have sworn that whispers were coming from inside of that thing.

He frowned as he stared at it for a few seconds, then turned his attention to the large wall fountain that gathered into a large marble shaped bowl. Imagine this in marble

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse
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Wes followed after Liv. His pace was slow and she quickly got a fair distance ahead of him, but in the end it meant he didn't have to wait as long for her to finish getting ready in her cabin. Not that he minded. For the first time, Wes wasn't overly excited to join the rest of the campers. Even though Olympus would be a glorious sight, at the current moment, he didn't care.

When Liv exited her cabin, Wes nodded his head giving her his best smile. "You look nice," was all he said. There was no point acting like a scolded puppy. He started following after her, trying his best to put his own troubled thoughts to the back of his mind. It wasn't working, but he still tried to repress them as much as possible. He arrived at the beach with Liv and he could already feel Trinity's gaze drilling holes into the back of his head. Instead of humoring it, or addressing it, he just stood there with his back to her, fighting every urge to look over his shoulder.

"Oh, I am glad to be back!" Wes looked over at Liv, curiously. It didn't seem like she was talking to him. He briefly saw her kick the sand, covering something up quickly.

"I don't think anyone would judge you for talking to animals... Isn't that what Poseidon kids do? Talk to sea creatures or whatever?" He quirked a brow toward her. "I talk to animals all the time... But they don't know what I'm saying." He actually managed a weak chuckle. Wes probably did look like an idiot talking to animals like they actually understood him.

Wes felt the presence of someone behind him, just before he felt their hand on his collar. "Sorry, you're shirt tag is hanging out, and I just hate that." He instantly tensed, glancing over his shoulder slightly toward the culprit, seeing the blonde from earlier. Something in his gut knotted in her presence, like a sign that something was wrong, although he couldn't put his finger on it. While her fingers brushed his neck, something like cold tingles crawled its way up his spin from her touch. Then, it halted at the base of his skull, almost like maybe his own control over emotions acted as a firewall. He could feel what she wanted him to do, like a suggestion in the back of his mind.. That brunette next to you is gorgeous.

He quickly pivoted on his heels, reaching out to take a hold of the girl's wrist. Wes looked down at her with furrowed brows and a skeptical expression. They stood there in silence for a long moment as he studied the blonde. "I don't know what kind of game you're trying to play, but leave me and Trinity out of it." He spoke sternly with more authority in his voice than he was used to. Wes released her wrist and let her walk away. Then raised his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it to try to get the tingling sensation to leave.

"Damn it," Wes cursed under his breath at the revelation of few horses and the fact that they'd all have to double up. Who in the hell could he even ride with? Alex was already joining Duke. Andy might have been an option, probably the only female Trinity wouldn't have chewed his head off for riding with. Instead of causing problems, Wes simply walked over to the nearest unaccompanied Pegasus. "How am I supposed to do this?" He said more to himself. It took him some amount of effort to wrangle himself onto its back. It involved a little jump so his body was draped over it. Then using the horse's mane to steady himself, he slowly spun around and sat up. Smooth.

He patiently waited until someone wished to join him. At this point, the best he could do is just focus on himself and deal with whatever came his way. Wes didn't know who would actually want to ride with him, a one armed man isn't much support on a flying animal. But he had faith the Gods wouldn't let him fall to his death, hopefully.

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Wes slipped off the Pegasus about as poised as he manage to climb on top of it. He gave the animal a good couple pets, wishing he could conjure up an apple or something, but he had no such powers. He followed the group toward the Acropolis, not really paying much attention to the splendor around them, barely even focusing on where he walked.

Luckily he paid enough attention to see Alex step before him to get his attention. "Wes..." He raised his head, coming out of his daze to look toward her. Wes could already feel the worry that weighed on his face, making him look tired with dark circles under his eyes. "Can I... have a word with you for a moment, please?"

"Oh yeah... Sure," he answered, making his way over toward her.




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Sylas waited on the beach patiently, letting his hands slip into his pockets as he leaned against a near by tree. He was content to wait for his sister to show up. After all, they hadn't finished their conversation from earlier. But he quickly became distracted by the events that began to unfold. He couldn't help but be curious about this Evangeline that Evelyn wished for him to tame. No doubt a woman after his own heart, and just watching her work from a bystanders point of view was an interesting site. He observed as she moved from Wes to Andy with a breeze, changing acts like someone would change clothes. Fascinating.

At the discovery of insufficient horses to escort them all to Olympus, Sylas perked up. So many prospects before him. The easy option would be to wait for his sister. There was no way she could evade him then, when they were hundreds of feet up in the air. But that did not sate his interest. He took a deep breath and scanned the campers who had yet to climb up onto one of the winged beasts. He could swoop in and take Andy before Mason got the chance, but she'd rather break his arm then share a pegasus. Plus, there was no sense in making an enemy out of Hughson. Not yet anyway.

He could go with one of the more obvious choices, like this... Evangeline. Pick her mind, see if she tries to wrap him around her finger like she has been with everyone. There also was an unfamiliar brunette near the one armed sap on the other end of the beach. And, of course, the trio the never separates. He almost felt like none of them were worth the effort, not at the moment.

Sylas had nearly made his choice when he heard a voice call out, "Evelyn!" He didn't pay attention to the boy who called for her, instead focusing his attention on the redhead who was dressed to kill. He couldn't help but smirk to himself as he pushed off the tree and slowly made his way toward the group that surrounded the fiery headed phoenix.

"Do you mind if we...?" The boy, Keith was it, asked the brunette stranger, and something else ridiculous about caffeinated drinks. How rude to beckon Evelyn to their little gathering only to not offer her a ride. But, it was lucky enough for Sylas.

He slowly approached with a friendly smile and a nod to Keith, while his left hand gently rested upon Evelyn's back as to not surprise her of his presence. "I'll make sure Miss Masters arrives to the Golden City in one piece." Sylas didn't ask for permission, not from Evelyn and Keith's approval was not wanted nor required. He looked back to the redhead, motioning his free hand toward the collection of horses.

Sylas walked alongside his escort toward an unencumbered Pegasus. He hadn't thought about her wearing a pencil skirt being an issue until that moment, or maybe he subconsciously did. Either way, he was still a gentleman. "Here, let me," he offered, this time his expression showing he wouldn't aid her if she didn't want it. But considering there was no boarding station to assist, it'd be easier than her trying on her own. Sylas then gently scooped her up into his arms and placed her upon the back of the horse.

Once she was on, Sylas carefully mounted the Pegasus in front of her, being sure not to off balance her. He glanced over his shoulder toward Evelyn to make sure she was settled before their ride took off up into the sky. He could have spoken mid flight, continued their conversation from earlier. But silence was just as powerful as a conversation, especially with such an adept opponent. This also gave Sylas the ability to focus on remaining on the horse... Gods he hated this. He was thankful when the hoofs found their place on the solid ground of Olympus. He was thankful he wasn't a descendant of Zeus in that moment. He wanted to be nothing like the Valises, and his desire to not fly was just a cherry on the screw Zeus cake.

Sylas ran a hand back through his hair, trying to smooth back into some form of order before he slid off the horse's back. On his own two feet, he adjusted his shirt before turning to face Evelyn, offering her his hand. "Would you like my help down?" Getting down was far simpler than getting up in a tight skirt, he'd imagine. And if her pride refused herself to need the aid to get down, then he'd politely step aside. But if she needed the help, well he was there and willing.




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"What the hell, And- " She was, no doubt, about to get an earful from Mason when a whistle behind them cut him off. Andy quickly snapped the clutch shut, turning around to see whomever so rudely joined them.

“Wow, you really are a girl of many talents.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mason reach to take her waist but the blonde was faster, locking her arm with Andy's. “And you’re just as beautiful as I thought you’d be!”

Andy just, stood there frozen like a deer in headlights, her face slightly scrunched in confusion. "Uh...thanks?" What in the hell is going on? She had half of a mind to pull her arm free from the stranger's grasp, but she had never really be thrust into such a situation. People she didn't know never just came up to her and grabbed a hold of her arm... It was perplexing.

"We're talking here," Mason brought words to only some of things that ran through Andy's mind. She looked over at him briefly, long enough to make eye contact and quirk a confused brow before looking back to the blonde.

“Sorry, sorry. I'm Evangeline. Mason has just told me soooo much about you, that I feel like we’re already friends.” Andy's gaze snapped over to Mason once again, her brows furrowing slightly. She parted her lips to add a sarcastic quip, no doubt. But Eve spoke up first. “Right babe?”

Andy coughed, taken by surprise at the concluding comment. Her eyes were wide as she looked between them skeptically. She stood their silent, with a queasy feeling in her gut. She swallowed hard, watching as the siren winked at Mason and even placed her hand upon his chest. Andy had to fight ever urge to yank the tart away and knock her in the sand... Maybe throw her in the ocean. She could have improvised. But instead she remained silent and tried to keep her best game face on.

"Sure, princess," Mason replied as he took a step back so the blonde was out of reach and crossed his arms over his chest.

“And doesn’t he just look hot in the suit? You agree don’t you? Say it,” Eve whispered to her like stupid school girls blatantly flirting with some dumb jock, speaking loud enough for Mason could hear it.

Why did this sound like it was straight out of Mean Girls. Tell him he looks sexy with his hair pushed back. Andy had to fight the impulse to physically gag at all the school girl, passive aggressive bullshit. The worst part was she felt a strong urge to answer the question, like something in her head was screaming at her to say it, say he was hot and like it'd antagonize her until she did.

"Andy, you don't have to," Mason said softly to her. "I appreciate you thinking I'm hot but you don't have to get all the girls to confess it. Don't want you getting too jealous now."

Andy nearly snorted at his final comment. Gods this was torture. The thought continued to wiggle around inside her like a snake trying to break free. Andy just wanted to be like Of course, what's your point? But that wasn't enough. Whatever it was, wanted to pull it out of her. Usually she could keep her thoughts and words in check, but it seemed whatever flood gate she had was taken down and filled with the strong urge to share the truth.

"I don't like the word 'hot'. Only vain or shallow people use that to describe someone," Andy said with a sharpness in her voice as she side eyed Eve. Nope, that wasn't enough. She had to say it. "Yes. I've always found him very attractive." Then, like a snap the feeling was gone. Andy stood their, slightly wide eyed that she just admitted that, face flushed. Well, there was no sweeping that under the rug now.

Before Andy could rip her arm free, probably more aggressively than what would have been necessary, Mason pulled the two of them apart. Thank the Gods. But in that moment, she wasn't all that thrilled for him to be touching her either. "So do you mind if I hitch a ride with Andy or would you rather go with me?" Her jaw nearly dropped, ready to make the most annoyed and dumbfounded expression, but she kept herself composed as best she could. "If that's alright with you?"

"Who the hell are you asking?" Well that just slipped out. Andy quickly plastered on a fake smile as she took Mason's arm and stepped backwards toward the horses. "I'm sure Princess here is fine with sharing. Obviously, she's above being jealous if she wants every girl to admit how hot you are."

Andy had nothing else to say, she spun around and headed toward the horses with Mason in tow. Gods... was she jealous? Was this how Mason felt whenever he saw her with Ajax. The thought instantly made her feel horrible. She had zero right to be jealous, but she couldn't fight the thoughts that rattled in her head... Those and worse. Thank the Gods none of those slipped out. Andy should let him go back and ride with Eve. But her foot was in her mouth now and this was one moment where she refused to swallow her pride, not for that girl.

Andy groaned, kicking at the sand when they reached the horses. Worst day to wear a dress. Well, it looked like some of her pride had to be swallowed if she liked it or not. She reluctantly turn to Mason, looking at the ground and sighing before meeting his gaze. "Can you help me up... Please?" Once she was seat upon its back, she slid her shoes back on and waited for Mason to join her. She hesitantly slid her arms around his waist, using him as an anchor to keep her on the flying creature, with no choice but to sit side saddle.

While in flight, her mind raced through whatever the hell it was that just transpired. "Babe?" she whispered under her breath trying to come to some sort of conclusion. "Babe!?" This time Andy said it louder, the question directed at Mason. Gods she was confused.




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"Pete." Well he was about as talkative as Sloane was. She tried to remain as polite as possible as he made quick work of the hand shake. And his smile was more pathetic than her own. You'd think she'd be relieved to have run into someone who seemed similar to herself. But in reality it just made for awkward silence. “You’ve ruined your dress.”

Sloane's brows furrowed in confusion. Well, that was an interesting conversation starter... If it could be called that. She glanced down at her clothing then back up at him. "It's water... It will dry." Did men really know so little about clothes? Regardless if Pete did or did not, it seemed to be his poor exit clause into what could barely be considered a conversation.

“Later then.” He turned in his direction and Sloane in hers with an awkward head nod. She didn't look back or give the awkward encounter a second thought as she continued on her path toward her cabin to change. But, then all of a sudden as if out of no where his voice was beside her. “That guy from in there.”

Sloane stopped dead in her tracks for a brief moment, double taking, confusion evident on her face. Not only by his question but by the fact that he was all of a sudden at her side. His gesture directed her gaze at the main hall. Pete continued to walk in stride with her, following her to her cabin. Apparently he didn't care about the destination, but was more focused on getting his answers. “Is he a friend of yours? What’s his deal? Tell me.”

She could feel his magic, tickling along the surface of her skin like electricity. It felt a lot like when her brother tried to manipulate her, to no avail. For some reason it never seemed to work on each other, maybe it was because they both had the ability to persuade others... No different to this Pete. Sloane headed up the steps to her cabin, stopping when she reached the top. She glanced over her shoulder at him. "Please can get better results than demands or magic," Sloane said in a matter of fact way.

Without another word, she disappeared into her cabin to quickly change her clothes. It didn't take her long, only a couple minutes and when Sloane stepped back outside, Pete was still there. She sighed softly before descending the stairs and heading in the direction of the beach. Assuming he was still walking alongside her, Sloane glanced over at him briefly. "Sylas?... He's my brother," she finally answered the first part of his questioning. "And his... deal? I don't know what you mean."

Playing coy never worked well for Sloane, but she couldn't very well divulge that her brother was a sociopath who got his kicks by watching the world burn. Plus, if she said anything remotely negative about him to someone else it'd get back to her. It always did. And the last time that happened, Sylas nearly put her in the hospital. So, she searched for some kind of concrete answer that wouldn't be some insult or secret. Just before they stepped out of the tree line onto the beach, she looked back toward Pete. "Our mother is Eris... If that is sufficient enough of an answer."

Sloane slipped out of her heels, scooping them up in her right hand before she continued forward. As she approached, numerous Pegasus took into flight leaving one remaining on the beach. She nearly looked over her shoulder toward Pete, but he didn't seem like an idiot. So, she was certain he could connect the dots for himself. Luckily for Sloane, she grew up in a rich household with numerous horses. She was able to mount the horse with ease, even while wearing a skirt.

Once she sat upon it, she finally let herself look back toward Pete as she sat high above him, side saddle. "Front or back?" Sloane asked, offering him her hand.

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“I was trying to channel my own inner animal,” she mumbled, like a child being scolded, not really able to let their imaginary scenario go.

Then he gave her a strange confirmation that she could ride whatever she wanted. If she wasn't so nervous about the hole she dug herself she would have agreed it was obvious. Try stop a daughter of Ares from doing what they wanted. And it was soon followed by a confirmation that she had a date...with a wolf.

The biggest answer she waited on, took a moment for Theo to answer. “Of course, you know I can't say no to that.”

She smiled, too grateful to counter that: one, she didn't know that and two, he absolutely could say no. It was in everybody's vocabulary. “Thanks,” she said.

Theo mounted the creature with ease and Trinity would have turned it into a mini-competition and forced herself in front of him for control if the circumstances weren't so heavy. If there wasn't a whole trial waiting on the other side of the clouds.

“Come on.” She took his hand and sprang off one foot to mount the creature behind him. She glanced around her to see how other buddies were holding onto each other and mimicked it, wrapping her arms around Theo.


In the air, Trinity looked down, imagining if one demigod had lost balance and plummeted to their death. How long would they be falling before making a bone-crushing impact? “Do you turn into other animals?” she inquired, frowning. Trinity didn't want to see a whole wild-life show of Theo, she was only curious if he could take to the skies as an eagle or something because being in the open air like this was surreal. There was no other feeling like it.

Trinity dismounted when they reached Olympus and smiled and pat the steed that gave them such a ride. As she observed the glorious surroundings, she spotted Ajax on his own. Even from the back, she could tell he was being crushed by the weight of the trial. Trinity bit her lip glancing to Theo then to Ajax hesitantly. She didn't know how she could assure him or comfort him, she wasn't the type to soothe people. Thankfully, the need to approach him lifted when a red-headed male approached the son of Zeus.

Everyone started to wander in their own direction and even Trinity drifted a few steps away. “Wanna go walkabouts?” She smiled to Theo. Regardless of his decision, Trinity began to wander off slowly taking in her surroundings.



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She was strangely enjoying the odd feeling of sand seeping between her toes. It was quite grounding right up until Keith called for her. She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled. He seemed in better spirits with a dark-haired girl in tow. “Evelyn, this is...” Evelyn’s smile slowly faded as Keith’s sentence stuck in the air. “Somebody I have the urge to call Summer so I’m glad I didn’t.”

Evelyn smiled uncertainly. While that was half cute, she might have stuck to the girl’s real name. She extended a hand. “Well, as he kindly called across the whole beach, I’m Evelyn, and that is my true name so thank you for that.”

“I’m Keith,” he quipped, in an untimely awkward way only he could achieve. He was lucky he had something endearing about him.

There wasn’t much time for a grand meet and greet as the Gods and demigods were ready to leave on pairing Pegasuses. “Do you mind if we...?” Keith addressed the brunette. “We can yell our favorite hot beverages to each other.”

Another smile tugged at Evelyn’s lips. He needed help but she also thought they were going to get along just fine.

A hand touched her back, announcing their presence and it shot a cold thrill down her spine. “I’ll make sure Miss Masters arrives to the Golden City in one piece.” Sylas. She glanced to him as he motioned towards the creatures. She could tell it wasn’t a choice, more of a telling everyone and Evelyn let herself be led slowly.

Evelyn paid a quick glance over her shoulder to the pair she left behind. “Nice meeting you,” she added. “I think,” she muttered. She didn’t really know if she could class that as the most productive or kind meeting. Besides, she had a shift in priority now. Why did the devil choose her for a flying partner? Not that she wasn’t somehow and in someway grateful. She had been aching to know more about Sylas, not that he’d give any of his cards away.

Standing before a horse, she sighed gently. To get on this magnificent creature without tearing her skirt was going to be her own trial. “Here, let me,” Sylas offered. For a moment, she was suspicious but disregarded it and nodded to him, granting him permission to help. He scooped her up with surprising grace before he placed her upon the horse.

When he climbed on, Evelyn smiled and finally let one comment go. “Sweet Sylas,” she mocked. He had tact and was a gentleman, but his heart and mind didn’t radiate sweetness, they both knew that.

Evelyn tried to find a good grip on him without hugging him, but she valued her life more than her unsettled desire not to come in close contact with him again. She wound her arms around his mid-section, absolutely needing the balance this time and as they took off, she hid her face in his back and tightened her arms around him. Once they had gained altitude and were flying steady, Evelyn slowly emerged from her hiding and peered down to the long drop below them then all around. What a sight and liberating sensation. Evelyn turned her attention to Sylas. He couldn’t flick up a smile when he was literally at the top of the world and didn’t even want to talk. Not a word. Pity. She rested her chin on his shoulder complacently and for a moment, considered enhancing his senses as her fingers splayed across his torso. But since he hadn’t used his powers on her yet, she repaid the favor and left him be.

Once grounded, she realized how ruffled Sylas was and though she used him as a wind blocker for some of the journey, she imagined her hair hadn’t made it in a pristine condition either. “Would you like my help down?” he offered.

“If you’d please,” Evelyn responded and reached out for him, her hands planted on his shoulders as a brace to slip down. Once she was officially grounded and smaller than him again, she smiled. “For a man with no strings, your etiquette is amazing.”

As she raked her fingers through her own hair, she finally paid mind to his fine attire. The number of people he must have fooled. Everything about Sylas was an absolute trap; he weaved a meticulous web, and suddenly she found herself as curious as a cat to know how many people he had captured in it and what the worse thing he caused was. Of all places, Sylas would likely be less inclined to answer her in Mount Olympus, so she dismissed it temporarily.

She placed her heels back on, laying a palm on the horse for balance as she bent down. She would have used Sylas again but even she felt that might have been pushing her luck. “I hope I didn’t offend you earlier,” she said in regards to their conversation in the hall, inferring he was a puppet, as she lifted her eyes to him. Again, Evelyn didn’t believe for a moment Sylas was the type to be offended, he was more: “a fool’s thought is my advantage.”

Evelyn finally straightened to full height again. “Tell me a secret.” Evelyn predicted he’d lie or refuse to answer, but his responses were indulging. Besides, it was he who didn’t want sweet words anymore so she may have well gone blunt. “What do you wish to see at this trial?” The fact that he was in attendance said there was some favor he was hoping to witness. Unfortunately for him, some actions were louder than words.

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Here she was, minding her own business, head up in the clouds without a worry in the world. Then it happened - she collides with him. Gods only know who is genuinely at fault. His hand grasps her arm, and her own fingers are pressed upon his chest to keep the impact from going any further. For a quiet moment, which is likely more nerve-wracking for him than her, her head tilts back and her eyes seek his in brief shock. Ultimately, when all of that silence melts away, she gives him her kindest and warmest, deeply dimpled smile as if to reassure that all is well.

As was bound to happen, the duo begins to actually apologize at the same time! "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's like I can't even see in these things sometimes," he blurts, and she gets to her own string of sharing blame, "Oh, gods, I am such a klutz. Sometimes I don’t even know what’s up or down when I get into my own head."

As her gaze travels over him, as is only natural when encountering a new person, she notes the way he automatically protects himself from some ill-thing that has yet to happen. A flicker of concern crosses over her typically cheery features, but she's swift to put that smile right back on. After she removes her hand from his chest, she tries to adjust the collar of his shirt. Just because - she’s helpful like that, and it wasn’t patted down all the way.

"Are you going to the trial too?" He had asked her, but as she began to part her lips so that she could actually answer him, he had long since moved on to the next question in this spazz-tastic barrage of inquiries. "Umm...coffee?" This one came with a summoned cup of coffee, of which she knits her brows in confusion but is otherwise allowing him to bumble through without so much an expression of malice. "It probably would have been smarter if I got the jacket with it. And your order first. I've never been much of a barista, there's got to be like 1000 different forms and flavor of coffee." She gathers that anyone else might swat him away, but she’s finding this awkward encounter anything but - it’s kind of cute. Just when she went to grab it from him - because she would never say no to caffeine - he dropped it.

Not a problem - she can feel his nerves like they are her own. He’s speaking a million miles a minute, and she is formulating the correct way to respond to him in the meantime.

The conversation - if one could call it that at this point - takes another sharp turn into a new direction, and she hasn’t responded to anything yet. Aside from apologizing, and perhaps every so often a nod of her head and the sweet smile that stays stretched calmly across her lips. She’s waiting for that chance to slip in and speak, but for now… she allows him to lead their topic astray as she reckons he is finding familiarity in the Evelyn girl in an otherwise uncertain situation knowing that he is typically bound for some negative outcome.

"Evelyn. Evelyn!" Cherise observes the way his eyes drink the figure of the woman they were now near, and he is not blameless for that. Even she looked! "Evelyn, this is… Somebody I have the urge to call Summer so I'm glad I didn't.

The redhead stuck a hand out for Cherise to take, “Well, as he kindly called across the whole beach, I’m Evelyn, and that is my true name so thank you for that.”

”Cherise, and it's a pleasure. Pretty name,” she'd respond in kind, noting that Evelyn's attention is quick to flee elsewhere. Goodness, she's pretty, and her own self caught herself looking down at the unflattering ensemble she, herself, decided to wear. Not that she's jealous already.

Back to her would be barista, "I'm Keith." And there it was, the beginning of calm as he finally remembered that neither of them had the chance to introduce one to the other. Of course, she highly doubts that he was waiting for it.

Do you mind if we...?" he threw a finger back and forth between them. "We can yell our favorite hot beverages to each other."

”I’d love to ride with you,” she gets in those few words. As the pair make their way to the winged beast, ”I also would have loved any cup of coffee, if I am to be honest. I’m a bit of a caffeine freak.” When they finally locate their Pegasus, she allows him to get on first and offers him a small hand. She was going to give him a chance to be chivalrous with her; it’s a small move that she pulls with certain types of men to make them feel - well, maybe like strong able men. She finds it works wonders to settle their nerves. Maybe it wouldn’t work; who knows, but she attempts to pull off all of her How to Make Friends and Keep Them moves.

She settles behind him, slithering her arms around his waist for support - of course. Since she’s so close, she offers whispered words, ”Cherise, and you owe me a cup of coffee later.” Withdrawing just enough for her sultry breath to no longer stroke across his ear and neck, she steals an earbud from him to listen in one whatever tunes he is playing while on their wild ride to Olympus. She's trying to hold herself back from clinging to him for dear life, but she will... eventually, and she has a death grip, too.





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Poseidon's daughter observed quietly from the sidelines as Eve attempts to weave her insidious craving for ceaseless drama into Wes’ thoughts. At least, Liv gleaned as much when an unusually stern voice is bearing the weight of Wes’ irritation onto the girl. From afar, it looked like some kind of way, but up close his frustrations with this is easy to see. His words were weary of the games, and his cabin is disarray had spoken more about his state of mind that the man himself did.

Of course, she allowed this strange transaction to take place without any interference. Liv wasn't really as much of the confrontational type as she wished she was, and Aphrodite's spawn seems to have everything under control. As Eve slithers away to go latch on to her next victim, dark verdant eyes chase after her - albeit briefly before returning to her present company.

As the blood borne beasts slowly begin to dwindle in number, she realizes that she'll likely have the one-armed man as company in the fight. It's no problem, of course, and she allows him to laboriously climb upon it in a way that made even Liv tired just to watch. For the sake of not emasculating him, and because she is so patient, she's doesn't feel bad for letting him do it himself. Yet, she offers him a hand so that he can help her up because she is tiny and this creature is more massive that normal horses. Eventually, she's up there behind him, her thighs clamping tightly in the sinewy equine so that she doesn't have to rely on Wes completely for the ride.

The entire flight would take place in silence, mostly so that she could allow her mind to process things.

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Once they landed, Liv had made up her mind. Was she confident that she'd come out of it unscathed? No, she was not. Messing with what an Ares' child wanted, even if it was borne of emotion and likely spiraled out of some untruth, it was still like telling a small child "no" at the age of two. It just wasn't smart, but the brunette didn't have much to lose these days. She gives the Pegasus a quick pat along the neck shortly after Wes, mumbled something to it, and the riding duo drift off their separate ways.

One of those paths lead Liv straight to her target. She wrinkles her nose a time or two noting that Theo is nearby. You see, she's Team Wes and Trinity. Well, is any female at camp actually in that club? Probably not, but a decent friend is naturally Team Wes, which makes her very anti-Theo by default.

Now that's some real drama shit. But who is she kidding? There was no way to weasel her way quietly out of it, so she just boldly inserts herself right there in the thick of it. Maybe not so boldly because the thought of having to talk to the Ares child about such a sensitive subject in front of her reserve guy actually makes her sick to her stomach. The thought that she might have to rearrange her face later? Terrifying because she'd probably go find a corner in Olympus to go weep.

Does Olympus have many corners? She wondered, but realizes that she's slowly drifting off-topic in order to avoid the inevitable, and that is her pace quickening - a step or two to the right, and then a sharp pivot to face them when the time is right.

Welp, no turning back now!

She crosses her arms over her chest, attempting to shield at least some part of her - or at least mentally distance herself from the words that were about to spill from her lips. The woman's features retain a visibly neutral stance, and she opted for a tone to mimic the emotion dripping from her physical self. That was none. There's only fear bubbling at the surface of her skin, but she can pretend like it's not there for now.


”Trinity,” she addresses her first, leaving Theo only with a swift up and down glance before all attention is placed on the source of her approach. ”As a neutral party in this...” she trails off in a hissing sound whilst trying to conjure up a kinder name for this recent string of events, but found nothing. ”... drama series, starring one Wesley, possibly a devilish blonde woman, and then you, I feel that I should leave you with a thought. The tempestuous nature of an Ares' child emotional state is prime pickings for many Demigods here. How one can expect to uphold any stable relationship in this place is beyond me, but that's a theory I can delve in on another day. Today, however, as we venture into the realm of...” she looks at Theo again, this time her eyes stay locked on him as her next words are uttered, ”... bad choices." It's back to Trinity, "Possibly ones that you may not be able to take back, I find myself wondering if there is a way for a neutral party, like myself, to get you to be reasonable.”

Her tone soon becomes pointed, shying away from beating around the bush to offer a semblance of hard truth at the expense of her beautiful face, "Unlike women, men don't like games. Their man emotions can't handle them. They will pack up and move on from them in no time.” Yes, man emotions are a thing. They are right now, at least. "You catch Wes' eyes, and only you. Despite the fact that you embarrassed him in front of more than half the camp, I believe that you have a shot at redemption. I believe that, should you be interested in taking that shot, you should do so tonight and utilize the hot mess that has become his cabin as an opportunity to sort through your problems. I find cleaning therapeutic myself. If not, maybe it's time to let him go. I'd hate to see a tame child of Aphrodite go from kind to, well - you know. You are at a fork in the road, and unless you choose one path or the other, no one is going to be able to feel settled. Gods know what is in store for us in the future, but blurred emotions can be rather costly, no?”

There, that was her speech - delivered at the quick pace of fear. It was actually longer than she had imagined, like some sort of mindless rambling because her stupid mouth didn't know what to close itself. It's just happy to hold the shovel and dig, dig, dig. Then she just stand there - like an idiot waiting for something, but she expected the absolute worse. She'd shield herself already if she knew where the strike would take place, but with an Ares child you never know what you might get.

"Oh - and this blond girl: she's up to no good. I could hear the irritation in his voice,"” she adds because that's all she was supposed to say the first time around.

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Image "I don't like the word 'hot'. Only vain or shallow people use that to describe someone. Yes. I've always found him very attractive," Andy had said, causing Mason to mirror her expression. He thought she might have fought Eve's powers for a split second, but instead she just rephrased to something more comfortable.

Mason hoped his light scolding towards Eve would play it all off and everyone could march on with their life but that wasn't allowed to be the case. "Who the hell are you asking?" Again, Mason turned wide eyed. Andy grew an attitude awful quick and he didn't hear Eve whisper anything about turning into a snappy gremlin. Then she smiled and took his arm and that was more frightening.

“Of course, I’d never presume to tell you what to do.” Evangeline replied as calm as ever. She went onto her tip toes and before he could register what she was after, she had snatched a quick peck on his lips and withdrawn.

Mason glared at her before Andy started to pull his arm. "I'm sure Princess here is fine with sharing. Obviously, she's above being jealous if she wants every girl to admit how hot you are."

When they had turned their backs, Eve seized the final word. “Have fun you two.”

There was a whole mood around Andy so the ride wouldn't be the 'most fun' one. He opted for silence like her. Andy approached a horse and rather than jump onto the creature's back, she stopped and turned to him. "Can you help me up... Please?" Mason grabbed her waist and hoisted her up. He wanted to adjust her dress too, making sure no one saw more of Andy than they had to but that wasn't his place. She could straighten herself out. He climbed aboard and Andy's hands slid around his waist, almost reluctantly.

"I don't have cooties, Andy." If she was worried about Hades germs than she should have gone with someone else but as long as she held on.

Silence had seemed to fill the beginning of the flight so he thought that would be the case for the whole journey. He was wrong. "Babe!?" She suddenly demanded out loud. Mason jumped a little.

"Christ, Andy what's the problem?" he demanded back. Mason tried to glance over his shoulder at her. "What the hell is it to you? I mean is it so impossible that I could have found someone?" Rather than deny going out with Eve or even being a fling he found himself being defensive over it. The shit he had to endure when Ajax and Andy were in five feet of each other, when they were at the fire... and Eve had called him babe and pecked him and she wanted to question it.

Arriving on Olympus, Mason couldn't even take in the sight. And this was probably the first and last time he'd be granted on Olympus. He climbed off the horse right away and helped Andy down despite his mood with her. He held her arm tightly so she didn't dare storm off on him. "I don't need to ask your permission to find a girl. Especially after what you did," he whispered furiously. Giving herself to Ajax who screwed two girls and only gave a shit about himself was worse than Eve's antics, she had no right to get involved in his love/lust life. "I can kiss, date and fuck whoever I want, however I want, wherever I want. Maybe at the next little party we have, I'll show you that." Mason wasn't above revenge or putting people back in their place so she could bet that was a promise.

He released her. "Maybe you'll finally get some proper attention from your own boyfriend when Alex dies."



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Image ”I’d love to ride with you,” Keith found himself grinning when she had agreed to jump on the horse with him. He almost wanted to ask her to repeat if there wasn't such a risk of being deemed incompetent. And the first thing he had done casually all day was walk with her to their transport. ”I also would have loved any cup of coffee, if I am to be honest. I’m a bit of a caffeine freak.”

Keith nodded. "We all have a little demon in us," he agreed. Keith hung back in case his company had a preference of seating or any expert tips on how to mount a pegasus, but she hung back too and Keith got the cue to clamber on first. She held her hand out and he took her soft palm, trying to help her on.

She slid her arms around him and Keith stiffened slightly, not that it was a problem, he just wasn't one blessed with womanly contact often. Or at all. But he eased into it. ”Cherise, and you owe me a cup of coffee later.”

Keith chuckled to himself. "Sounds fair," he said before she nipped one of his earbuds. Gods knew what she'd be stuck listening to with the variety he had on his device ranging from the stuff mortal parents crank up to a 90s party, to the smooth melodies and the newest stuff. He only hoped it appeased her. The last thing he needed was criticism on his music taste. He found himself replacing the spare in his own ear and the song that was playing almost conveyed his feelings: MJ's 'The Way You Make Me Feel.' Keith cursed himself but remembered the assumption of others wasn't always to see things so pointedly. It was an iPod on shuffle after all.

The boy wasn't a comfortable flyer, but the presence of Cherise was distracting. Even more so when her grip would tighten dangerously around him, he had to become more focused on breathing and hoping she wouldn't press too hard on his wound dressing. Reaching Mount Olympus in one piece was a relief and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding - or forced to hold thanks to certain arms constricting him. He plucked his earbud back gently from her with a smile and jumped down the horse then offered her a hand down. "Congratulations, we made it." It probably wasn't much of an achievement to her who was beauty and grace, but he put his hand up awaiting a celebratory high-five.

"Sooo since I'm learning more about you and you had a brief preview of my song collection," he wiggled his music device before tucking it away in his pocket. "Do you have a favorite genre or song?" He awaited her answer eagerly. Music didn't define a person in whole but it did say a bit about them. "Just don't let it be techno, I have faith in you."

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She, in all likelihood, did not mind the music that played through the lone earbud. In fact, she seemed quite happy to have had anything to listen to at all whilst mounted on this abnormally large equine beast. It was terrifying, and it was all she could do to keep from burying her face in Keith’s back or something. After all, she was supposed to have on her best brave face. Not that he was going out of his way to look back at her or anything, but her eyes were totally shut the entire time.

She hadn’t noticed his wound dressing, of course. Then again, he hadn’t told her - unless she missed it somewhere in the midst of their introduction.

When they arrived at the majestic dwelling place of the gods, and it took her a minute or two to unhook herself from him. Rather, he probably had to carefully pry her fingers apart to get her to unlatch before he, himself, could properly dismount. Then she placed her hand in his, attempting to put on a smiling face when the slight tremble of her fingers betrayed her.

"Congratulations, we made it," he tells her, a hand in the air awaiting that high-five, of which he would receive, even if it was really pathetic. A nervous chuckle proceeds that gesture, and she uses those fingers to push some stray hair behind an ear. "Sooo since I'm learning more about you and you had a brief preview of my song collection, do you have a favorite genre or song? Just don't let it be techno, I have faith in you.” There it was, no more mile a second questions, just actual conversation with the expectation that she’d finally be allowed to participate.

Naturally, with her being fairly new and all, and him not so much, she allows Keith to lead them to their destination. She just assumes he’s been here before without actually asking. During that time, she'd walk by his side, fingers locked together at the small of her back, as her dark eyes witness the awe of this place that was once just a place of myth to her not too long ago. It was surreal - like being in a dream or something. It takes her a little longer to reply to him, but at least she had gone from a gentle tremble to relative calm, a smile settling on her easy features just as it should be.

"If I say techno, would you still take me out for coffee?" She inquires, looking at him sidelong with that same smile devoid of any sly intention or coyness. It was uncertain if she was playing with him or if she was genuinely asking him. Only for a minute, though - enough time to make him sweat a little, or not. It didn't matter to her. She just liked the lightheartedness of a stupid jest. Even if it wasn't a good one.

"Techno has its uses," she continues, perhaps implying that she had been messing around with him after all. "But would I go out of my way to tune into it? Probably not. I like lively music - that 'Happy' song... 'Super Freak'...Right Said Fred 'Too Sexy'..." the Apollo girl trails off, knowing that she could probably list a lot more than that, but these ones spring to her mind first. She does realize the last song was just bad timing because it just so happens that it was the end of that list when she finally looked at him again. It could have been worse - it could have been MJ's 'The Way You Make Me Feel'. She attempts to recover from it by digging herself much further into a hole than climbing out of it. "Not that I think you -," No, that’s not right. "Not that I think I..." wasn't either. She just sighs, "It’s just a happy song, okay?"

"I guess you can say that I enjoy anything that doesn't make me feel like the world is ending. Depressing music is a huge downer for me." She juts a finger into the air, and at the expense of sounded like a massive nerd, "I love musicals: Singing In the Rain, Grease..." Cherise shrugs at that, moving on to more pressing questions. One of them coming swiftly after ending her last sentence.

"Why are we here? I wasn't in the hall, but my father made sure to let me know that I needed to be at the beach. Is it important? Is the earth about to be destroyed by some Titan that seeks vengeance for... one of the many cliche reasons why anyone would want to destroy the world in pretty much every book or movie or television show..." she keeps going, and now it was apparently her turn to talk, talk, talk without slowing down.



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In the movies, when one was hit suddenly and without warning in the face, the victim seems to just bounce back.

Unfortunately, this was not a movie, and Liv was not terribly resilient.

Regardless, Liv had been rather calm and rational (or so she thought), but her lack of social awareness really lands her in one of those inappropriate timing scenarios. Could she have waited? Yeah, sure, but the sooner the Ares girl stops tugging the strings of these two boys, the sooner the drama surrounding her ends. And what could she say: she’s team Wes, and he looked worse for wear because of what Trinity had sprung upon him in Athens.

“Liv, don't you think it's kinda none of your business. At all?” The blonde inquires, passive for now, but probably beginning to seeth on the inside. Liv tilts her head, locking eyes momentarily with her and tried not to insult her. She so badly wanted to insult her, but that would be a slippery slope into making more enemies than friends. Not that she had many of the latter anyway.

”Oh, Trinity - if you didn’t want it to be everyone else’s business, you probably shouldn’t have made everyone listen to it,” she states pointedly after some time. To be fair, she had already gone through every violent scenario in her head, so for the woman to reel that ugly violent side - it was not surprising.

It didn’t mean that there wasn't a shock because there was. Liv was not used to physical aggression being carried out against her by a Demigod, that so happens to be a violently disturbed child of Ares. It took every ounce of willpower in her to not cry right away - her back crashed against the stone, a strong arm pressed at her neck, and she was soon at the mercy of Trinity’s assault.

But Liv was not a helpless little girl - she exchanged her own series of blows, even some of that girly nonsense like hair pulling, pinching, and probably biting. Zeus said no powers, so she’s pretty screwed. Yet, at the same time, Trinity held an unfair advantage against her because physical superiority was just inherent whereas Liv’s abilities were primarily all manipulative. Unless you count talking to horses and fish, but what use would they be to her now?

From the moment they were on the floor trying to fight for control over one or the other, with Trinity destined to be the "victor" of this near one-sided fight, to that second when Liv is trying to shield her face from the incoming blow - she was in a lot of pain. She's bleeding in places that were fragile where fists likely would have connected - the face, nose - bruising, contorting. She was glad when someone had reached for the vicious beast senselessly beating the life out of her, because she could scramble to her feet. Barely - resting her back against one of those stone pillars for some support.

Blood puddled in her mouth, and she spit it on the floor at Trinity's feet, ”That's your problem. You're always reacting instead of thinking, stupid bitch,” she cursed at her, and Liv was not typically one to use expletives. ”I was trying to help. But you know what? You deserve whatever comes your way. I'm just sorry that you'll have to drag other people down with you.”

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Liv had sulked off to a quiet place. Her eyes are kind of teary because she is not one of those gals that could take a hit and then wear that brave face. That was just not Liv, and she was okay with that. In one of Olympus' watery nooks, she disrobed to avoid saturated clothing, and sunk herself into a pool of water, closes her eyes, and pretended that she was drowning. But she wasn't.

Time would tick by - one minute, two… and drags off into the realm of unknown as the water embraced her wounded body; cradling, nurturing, mending. She knew that she shouldn’t have approached Trinity, and she wasn’t quite sure what she had hoped would happen.

That was her fault. Or was it actually her burden to bear? She thought a little bit about Wes and Eve, and that maybe this was exactly what certain children hoped would happen. None of it mattered - she just should have left well enough alone.

She shouldn’t really care about anyone or anything. That’s the problem in Camp Athens - the moment you show a flicker of concern is the moment that something corrosive latches on and makes everything go awry.

She’d not have gotten out of the pool until it was near the time for the Trial, opting to be alone for a good while. She’d eventually wiggle herself back into her clothing, of which was riddled with blood stains now, and make her way to the location of the trial.



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He had spent some time watching the events of two women fighting unfold. Not for the thrill of it, but to see if maybe some of Liv’s clothes will come off in the process.

Not his sister’s clothes, though, he’d puke in his own mouth, stop the fight, and then beat the shit out of anyone that saw it nearby. Because that's what big brothers do - even the half-ones. Liam grants Trinity all of the freedom she needs, but he also lurks just around the corner just waiting for an opportunity to put a fist through someone. Let's just say that, for as much of a demon as he seems to be to anyone else, he had a special place in his heart (yes, he does have one) for his own blood. The two of them were worse off alone, and they were both probably the only ones that understood each other and could keep their vicious natures somewhat subdued.

He'd allow it to take place without interference, but as no clothing came off, he soon became disinterested. Until someone plucked Trinity off of Liv and towed her off someplace, then he was on the move. As Liv stormed off to go do that Poseidon healing thing, she shoulder-checked him angrily. It was more likely that she hadn't been attentive to him being nearby, but he let it go. He wasn't about to deck a woman in the mouth unless he really needed to, and the pathetic thing was already beat up enough. It was probably her fault anyway.

Wandering down this path or that, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, he ultimately reaches his destination - the vicinity of his sister, Trinity. It was enraging to see her caged up like that - she wasn't a beast, she was a young woman with serious Ares genes, and that was not exactly her fault. His father, Ares, was also there and he unlocked the cage to release her.

He'd wait for the explanation, turning away to lean up against the wall outside of the doorway and out of sight. He didn't need to know what happened or whose fault it was, he just needed to know who to fuck up later. He hoped to the gods that it was a man behind all of this. Liam was going to establish his presence as the Alpha male one way or the other while he is in Athens, and if that meant making sure his little sister's issues get curb-stomped, then that's what would happen. It couldn't have just been Liv alone - she was this meager creature that didn't seem overly aggressive or capable of swatting a fly, let alone a child of Ares. It had to be someone else. When two women are brawling in the middle of Mount Olympus, you can bet it's because of a guy or something akin to being jealous about something.

It’s crazy how the demigods have the same exact issues as their parents, almost with or against the same lineage.

Liam wasn’t ready to greet his sperm donor with open arms yet. Especially after his step-father, of whom had been the only father he had ever known, met such a senselessly tragic death. Liam still missed his dad, and that would play a lot into how he denies his true parentage. However, he would wait for Trinity to leave and walk side-by-side with her to the Arena when that time came.

Big brother is here now, and that’s going to be bad news for some of the folks giving his sister grief.

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Image "If I say techno, would you still take me out for coffee?" Keith cringed before he could help it. He didn't want to blow his chances by throwing techno under the bus but it couldn't be anyone's actual favorite....right? He had been too quick to assume.

"I mean..I won't not take you out for coffee," he stammered out trying to backtrack.

"Techno has its uses," she finally added mercifully. "But would I go out of my way to tune into it? Probably not. I like lively music - that 'Happy' song... 'Super Freak'...Right Said Fred 'Too Sexy'..." Keith nodded along approvingly with a grin. They were all catchy and the last two, particularly suggestive songs. Not that he thought Cherise was a nun or anything but, he didn't think she'd confess it so openly. "Not that I think you - Not that I think I...It’s just a happy song, okay?"

Keith raised his hands in surrender smiling, not in a malicious or teasing way, but a genuine smile. "They're all very happy songs," he agreed and chuckled. "Particularly a song about finding yourself sexy." It certainly didn't suit a person sitting alone with a tub of ice cream sobbing to themselves.

"I guess you can say that I enjoy anything that doesn't make me feel like the world is ending. Depressing music is a huge downer for me."

He tilted his head. "Like the Fray's song, 'How To Save a Life'? Or is that an exception because it's still catchy? You know there's like a club mix of it but the words are still the same. Which begs the question..is depressing music in the lyrics or tune." Keith raised his brows as if giving her something to deep to think on. Illuminati.

A finger of hers poked into the air. "I love musicals: Singing In the Rain, Grease..."

Keith gasped and pat his own chest. "Me too." A woman after my own heart.

He could have talked on and on about music with such a recipient, but Cherise had changed subjects. "Why are we here? I wasn't in the hall, but my father made sure to let me know that I needed to be at the beach. Is it important? Is the earth about to be destroyed by some Titan that seeks vengeance for... one of the many cliche reasons why anyone would want to destroy the world in pretty much every book or movie or television show..."

Did she breathe? He smiled seeing their parallels. This is what it was like to talk to him when his mind was off and racing. But quickly he realized he was the problem, he had been the one to invite her on a horse without explanation and she had been trusting enough to just tag along. "We are here for um..." Keith glanced around him, making sure they were a decent gap away from other demigods. Especially the emotionally inclined. "Alex's trial." Keith nodded in the daughter of Zeus's direction quickly then looked down. "So if you watch Judge Judgy or CSI, I guess it will be more like that." He smiled briefly trying a joke. Since it did involve a fellow demigod however his smile vanished. "She murdered another demigod and we can't run around lawless so...here we are. In this beautiful place to witness a trial."

Keith led her slowly into the Acropolis. In truth he had never been fortunate enough to experience Mount Olympus beforehand so he was a sheep that trailed after others. "I don't even know what to think," he added. "If she had any justification or what happened." He really couldn't figure out if she was guilty or not. The obvious answer was yes but there was something that told him there had to be something more. Or maybe he just hoped there was for Alex's sake.

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“Oh, I think she was lookin’ for someone else and I scared the lass away.” Made sense. Liam wasn't the most approachable guy.

“Well, you are a little intimidating. Just a bit,” Andy said, speaking her mind. Trinity smiled and drew her own gap using her arms.

“Let's get our asses to the Trial, aye?”

Yeah, it wasn't actually much of a choice now was it, she wanted to grumble but refrained.

“What was her name, by the way?”

Even if Liam hadn't stopped, his inquiry brought Trinity to a halt in itself. Then she met Andy's look and it seemed they were on level with each other again. “Sloane... I honestly don't know her lastname... Or her parentage. I've been... preoccupied.”

She mentally self-fived for getting a reserved demigod's name right. She kinda lived in her violent bubble but she picked up on names pretty quickly, particularly when it came to teams and Trinity wanted to anticipate who was friend and foe in a game like capture the flag. Still, she knew jack all about Sloane beyond her first name. Another factor Andy and Trinity had in common was going through their own rough patches: being preoccupied as Andy put it, and Andy's was hella lot busier than her.

Trinity followed blindly and let herself be led by an anxious Andy, feeling her grip tighten now and then on her arm that already had claw marks and bruises. Trinty put her free hand over Andy's and would have given her strength if it was the kind she needed. “If your father smites me for accidentally laughing in his face, you'd mourn me... right?”

“So badly. Especially when there are so many others to smite first.” It wasn't nice or joking enough to lighten the atmosphere. “Like...bad drivers,” she added. Man, did they piss the world off. Probably just as well Trinity didn't have the power of the Gods.

They drew closer and closer and Andy's grip tightened more on her arm. It didn't hurt, but it still drew a frown in confusion from Trinity. She wasn't a mind reader to know why Andy was so worked up about it. “Andy, you're not the one on trial, you know that right?”

Then finally before they entered the arena, she snapped out of her little anxious spell. “Sorry... If you don't want to stay, I won't stop you. You could slip out without anyone noticing... I have to stay. I don't know if I would forgive myself if I didn't speak... the truth.”

Trinity nodded and smiled at her friend. Andy slipped forward while Trinity hung back, mulling it over in her mind. She glanced to Liam. Would the same apply to him? Would he let her head back? It wasn't a life or death choice but Trinity acted as though it was, really weighing the pros and cons. At the current time, she was living a pretty good philosophy, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything. She wasn't sure that would hold in the trial though.

“Err, I have to watch.” She knew if she didn't, she'd feel guilty later on for not supporting her friend. Or even regret witnessing the grim outcome of the trial. As much as she craved her space, this was more important. “Maybe you should sit next to me so I can look like an angel and folks can remember what a real threat looks like,” she said. Plus, he was the perfect 'don't come near me' barrier. She started to walk again even if it was reluctant.

“Of course,” she spun on her heels to face her brother, “you don't have to.” He probably knew that but in case there was any obligation cause family loyalty and all that fun stuff. “If you'd rather sit with a certain brunette that's like, this high and this shape,” Trinity drew some rough measurements with her arms and chuckled, “I won't blame you.” Though Sloane appeared quiet to Trinity, she was probably better in the terms of company.

The time for jokes had quickly disappeared as the trial had begun and Trinity fell into a seat near Andy. She didn't quite reach beside her friend, but she was around, a couple of rows back. Then the test began for Trinity to keep her mouth closed, or at least until she could figure out how to say what she wanted. Wes spoke up. Quick to kiss Alex's a- his arm! Trinity almost smiled for him. He wasn't disadvantaged anymore. Daily chores would be easier and it looked wicked. Then she remembered they were hardly on speaking terms and he scored himself a date with another blonde.

Trinity gave it a little more of a brew for a couple seconds then spoke, “Look,” Trinity rose then rolled her eyes getting the formalities out of the way, “- Trinity Wallace, Daughter of Ares. I don't know much about the actual events except word of mouth. Mason, Theo and myself were absent on a mission. I know Alex killed Jennova, but that doesn't make her a murderer. She doesn't have murderous tendencies, trust me I know. If anything, after she killed Jennova, was when she became a little unhinged. But I'm a strong believer of an eye for an eye, and I'm not sure who started it. So either payback is due and she should face some form of punishment in the eyes of the Gods, or Alex ended the cycle with Jennova.” That was more inserting her two cents in the suggestion box than speaking for or against Alex. Personally, given how it all happened, she thought Alex should have faced some punishment regardless.

Not long after Trinity had sat, Andy spoke. solidifying Alex in the wrong. “That's rough, killing someone unarmed with their sibling out of town,” she mumbled. Even Liam and Trinity gave the opponent a chance. Then again, part of Alex's unhingement was her rambling on about getting proof and finding herself so maybe there wasn't fair play all around. And maybe Trinity was just in the mood for others to have pain inflicted upon them.

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"Like the Fray's song, 'How To Save a Life'? Or is that an exception because it's still catchy? You know there's like a club mix of it but the words are still the same. Which begs the question..is depressing music in the lyrics or tune,” Keith asked, her eyes focused intently on the expectant expression of his raised eyebrows. In silence, her mind paced through the lyrics of the song, and she went through her own range of emotion as they walked; looking away and around their surroundings. It played across her face in a variety ways; a small smile, a gentle look of sadness. The typically outgoing girl actually skipped right over his inquiry, perhaps even going so far as to pretend that she didn’t hear the question.

"Me too," he states, and she perked up once again as he gasped and acknowledged a rare commonality between two people that just met. Not everyone actually likes musicals, and can probably only name ”Grease”. She turned to face his side, kind shifting from walking sideways to look at him and then forward facing at the same time like a really awkward or excited girl that just discovered her new best friend.

Seriously - Keith was going to be her new best friend.

“That’s great!” She chimes with unbridled enthusiasm, her eyes twinkling at the endless possibilities running through her head right now. Late nights watching ‘Grease’, the smell of popcorn, coffee… and then everything sort of ventures off into more surly territory. Just a split second before her cheeks threaten to redden, the thought of the Trial hit her. Soon he was responding.

"We are here for um… Alex's trial. So if you watch Judge Judgy or CSI, I guess it will be more like that. She murdered another demigod and we can't run around lawless so...here we are. In this beautiful place to witness a trial." The observant woman surveyed the emotions that passed through his features, and she realized that she accidentally killed the mood. He’s not smiling anymore, but that didn’t mean that she had to give up her own. Apollo’s daughter has a smile wide and bright enough for all the Demigods walking around here in their continuous grumpy pants. Still, she listened to him and nodded every so often, quietly implying that she was offering him the bulk of her attention. "I don't even know what to think, If she had any justification or what happened.” As he led her to the Acropolis, her eyes sought out this daughter of Zeus.

Looking down at her feet now, she sort of just quietly tried to give him some kind of support, “I’m sorry. If it’s any consolation, I am sure that you are not the only one that is confused. The world isn’t black or white, and neither are people and their actions - especially us. I’d say just… go with your gut, Keith. You’ll find that it’s usually always right. Albert Einstein once said: ‘The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.’” She took a second to look at him, then shrugs slowly, “I mean, he was kind of a smart guy, so…”

Then she stopped before they could find themselves a seat, stepping ahead of him and then turning around to face Keith. Her hands grasp both of his wrists, and she looks like she nearly forgot that she had something important to do. She gives him that signature Cherise smile, all dimpled with pearly white teeth, “Save me a seat or two? I forgot that I needed to go and find someone. A girl name Ilianna. It slipped my mind as soon as you bumped into me! I can’t believe it. I never forget anything!” That is a total lie. She tilts her head at him, ultimately releasing her hold and walking backwards. “You don’t have to save me a seat, of course. I just thought - well...” She is still trying to talk as she slowly creates more and more distance between them. Only the gods know what she is saying now, but her back turns and she eventually scampers off to go seek the child of Demeter out.

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Cherise bumps into everyone, and that is just her. She’s a bit clumsy like that. So, of course it’s no real surprise that she bumped into Demeter. “Oh, shoot - I am sorry! Today is just not my day. Well - I don’t know, I guess it’s all from a point of view. In some ways my inattentiveness was a gift.” She brushes off her blouse, and in the distance she probably looked like a klutz to Keith and he probably felt not as terrible for bumping into her earlier. Maybe even that it had genuinely been her fault after all! She’s sure that Demeter is just staring down at this girl, of whom is blathering on about bumping into her, and something about being a bad day and then maybe not. It was all very confusing.

When she finally looks down, she notes Ilianna next to the god and smiles, “Hi! You look like Ilianna. I’m Apollo’s daughter, and my father wanted me to sit with you during the Trial. I actually meant to catch you before we got to Olympus, but a really cute boy sidetracked me. Has that ever happened to you?” Cherise is talking quite a bit, and she realizes that she hasn’t even introduced herself. She is really jacked up right now, and she’s totally going to blame Keith for all of it.

“My name’s Cherise, and I’ve got a spot saved for us. At least, I think I do,” She glanced over her shoulder at Keith to make sure that he did save space for them. Whether he did or not, she’d try to tow Ilianna away from her mother’s side, hoping that her familial ties to Apollo would make her feel comfortable with her.

That and it’s just impossible to feel sad or worried around Cherise. Maybe a bit annoyed, but she radiates a certain aura of comfort in her easy-going demeanor and all-around softness.



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As the pair attempt to put a name to the woman, and give him that questioning look of which he knows they are giggling on the inside at him, he’s just looking at them with flat eyes. True, maybe he was a bit of a man-whore, and yes - maybe he was interested a little, but can’t a guy ask for a gal’s name?! "Sloane... I honestly don't know her last name… Or her parentage. I've been... preoccupied." Andy finally replies, and he just nods at that.

The son of Ares tucks Sloane’s name in his mind for later, even though he was probably going to forget it anyway. He’s not overly concerned with her parentage because, well, he didn’t know much about the gods and their children. Only that he was unfortunate enough to be an Ares child, and he wasn’t quite sure what that meant, and he didn’t really care.

He had all but ignored Andy’s remarks regarding something about her dying or mourning someone - he didn’t know. His mind was elsewhere, and it’s certainly not on her. Not that there was anything wrong with her or anything. Something just felt slightly… off, and he couldn’t put his finger on it, and he’s not sure that he likes it. He chalks it up to being near his true father, Ares, and how much it throws him off guard. How much it makes him think of his step-father, of whom he always called “Dad” regardless of his origin. He had been lost in that for most of the trip from the dungeons. Not everyone needed to be cozy with their godly parents, and to be honest, he wasn’t about to give a flying fuck about some guy on some mountain that was never involved in his life. The thought of him just pisses Liam off. The close proximity to him pisses him off. Athens pisses him off.

But, as they end up at the destination of the Trial, he is glad that the gods at least gave him a bunch of pretty faces to look at. There was a really hot redhead, some blonde that fluttered from one guy to the next (he puts her face in his mind for later for obviously lecherous reasons), a battered brunette (something about a woman with blood on her dress like she just came out of a warzone), and others. Then there was the daughter of Zeus down there being scrutinized for something under the eyes of the gods and her peers. That looked like it sucked.

“Err, I have to watch. Maybe you should sit next to me so I can look like an angel and folks can remember what a real threat looks like. Of course, you don't have to. If you'd rather sit with a certain brunette that's like, this high and this shape - I won't blame you.” Trinity left him with a choice of whom he’d sit next to, but he opted for her in the end. Sloane had given him some information that can be used later, he had enough tact to make sure that she’s relatively safe from the spying eyes of the two children she had warned him about. It felt like conspiracy, really, but until he knew their faces, he’d keep his distance from his source - even if he was tempted to sit next to her. As silly as it would look.

”I’d tell you what they say about why tall guys like short women, but I bet her parent is around and I don’t feel like being on trial for a sexist joke,” he tells her, since she’s going to poke fun at him for having asked for Sloane’s name.

Then the Trial began, and he sat next to Any, leaving Trinity to sit on the other side of her. He crossed his arms and listens and watches the proceedings. He didn’t have anything to contribute, but he could learn the names of some of his peers in the meantime - see who was on whose side.

"I'm Wesley Preston... Not that that matters, Alex is my best friend. She is a good and kind person, who would sooner fall on her blade for someone else rather than be the one to take a life. There is no way that she did this without being under the influence of someone else. I would stake my life on her innocence. She's not a murderer." Did he catch Trinity almost smiling at him? Oh, he was going to keep an eye on that one.

Speaking of Trinity; Liam watches as she rises to give her own testimony, keeping look out for anyone that might be making those subtle hostile movements that indicate there could be backlash later.

“Trinity Wallace, Daughter of Ares. I don't know much about the actual events except word of mouth. Mason, Theo and myself were absent on a mission. I know Alex killed Jennova, but that doesn't make her a murderer. She doesn't have murderous tendencies, trust me I know. If anything, after she killed Jennova, was when she became a little unhinged. But I'm a strong believer of an eye for an eye, and I'm not sure who started it. So either payback is due and she should face some form of punishment in the eyes of the Gods, or Alex ended the cycle with Jennova.”

"I uh... I'm Andromeda Bolton. I was the first person at the scene... I thought it might be beneficial to recount what I witnessed. I remember it started to rain... blood. There was no visibility, like walking through a blizzard. I somehow wondered my way to Jennova's cabin where I found her... them. Alex stood on the porch to Jennova's cabin. And Jennova... She was on the ground, decapitated. I then went and got Ajax. When I returned... I buried her. Jennova was unarmed. It looked like a murder... in cold blood."

His gaze flicks to the woman as she trembled, likely afraid for the reactions that would follow her account of all that had transpired. With the Ares siblings on either side of her, it would probably be very unwise to threaten or counter with anything other than calm debate and/or questions.

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Image Cherise, obviously seeing his disturbance offered some advice. “I’m sorry. If it’s any consolation, I am sure that you are not the only one that is confused. The world isn’t black or white, and neither are people and their actions - especially us. I’d say just… go with your gut, Keith. You’ll find that it’s usually always right. Albert Einstein once said: ‘The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.’ I mean, he was kind of a smart guy, so…”

Keith smiled and nodded, particularly approving of her words. "I like that," he said.

His eyes scanned the newer environment before Cherise disrupted the view, stepping in front of him suddenly and taking his wrists. He didn't like this. “Save me a seat or two? I forgot that I needed to go and find someone.” Admittedly it wasn't as bad as he thought but still bad because if it was like a boyfriend or something...he wouldn't do too well in that kind of environment. “I forgot that I needed to go and find someone. A girl name Ilianna. It slipped my mind as soon as you bumped into me! I can’t believe it. I never forget anything!” Keith's shoulders visibly relaxed at the news. Although it wasn't to say this Iliana couldn't be the brunette's partner. It hadn't even crossed his mind until now that men might not even be Cherise's preference. “You don’t have to save me a seat, of course. I just thought - well...” When he next looked up she was as good as gone and Keith fluctuated between a nod and shake of his head. He didn't know the right response but the one he meant was he'd try to save them a seat.

Now how to do that....sprawl across several seats? Kick a leg up, tell the others to find somewhere else. People weren't dying to sit next to him so it wasn't much of an ask. Besides, he quickly became preoccupied on the trial that began. His peers were all over the place with not finding her guilty, then a few individuals spoke against Alex, including Andromeda and a couple neutral comments. But Mason's words struck a nerve. "I wish I was a son of Hecate for a day, " Keith frowned paying attention to what his new angle was, "so I could show you all what it's like to come back to camp and hear your sibling is dead, the one time you left them unprotected. So you could see their heads disconnected from their bodies." Then Mason looked right at him. Keith wanted to shrink down into his seat and disappear, but he was curious to see what more would be said. "But even the son of Hecate's dead because the children of Zeus only care about themselves and their emotions."

That was harsh and this was supposed to be about Alex and the son of Hades, not him. He didn't need to be pulled into it and he was here. But...plenty of demigods had been strange around him and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with him. That's what filled his head through the majority of the trial. Strange images flooded to the mind of him on that cliff again with Mason, standing over a grave, only this time, he got a glance inside the grave to see Jennova. Keith was trying to mend the head back to the body...

He saw Alex kill her mother but it didn't process right and he didn't snap back into reality until some other girl added her own useless neutral know it all say. Because she was a god right? She could say when the trial went and when it stopped. Keith scoffed. "Sorry, we forgot to bring Jenn's head to appease you," he commented, like an out-of-body experience. He slammed right back down into his body as soon after the words left him, stunned. He didn't know Jennova well enough to call her Jenn and there was no "we" when it came to Mason and himself. Or anyone. Also, the comment was plain rude.

This was working out to be a strange day. All the experienced Demigods threw in their say and suddenly he was the odd one out. He didn't have anything productive to contribute and didn't want the spotlight either. But that magical tool that Alex stepped into to reveal her memories...now that caught his eye.

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Sloane watched as the proceedings of the trial began to get underway. She half paid attention, but another part of her didn't see the significance in her being there. Perhaps a third party point of view was needed? Some neutral view like Switzerland that wouldn't be bias to the Valises holier than thou aura or the dark pull of the son of Hades. But in her mind, she couldn't care less of the outcome. It seemed no matter how many unbiased parties were present, the verdict would still be decided upon with a swayed heart.

Movement out of the corner of her eye brought Sloane out of her own head. She slowly looked over in time to see Pete making his way straight toward her, even taking a seat beside her. "Well," she said to him without looking away from the trial as she crossed her right leg over her left. "You aren't very smart, are you?" A rhetorical question asked quietly, so only he could hear, in regards to her previous comment in their earlier conversation.

Her right foot gently bounced as she continued to watch as, one after another, people spoke up in favor or against. When Trinity spoke up, Sloane noticed Pete shift beside her finally deciding to speak to her. “Reckon she did it?” he asked quietly, showing some respect for the proceedings at hand.

Sloane slowly leaned back in her seat, she was about to give her own opinion when Andy spoke up. The words the nervous girl said got her undivided attention. That perspective definitely seemed to change her view on many things. Up until that point everyone spoke on feelings and emotions, rather unimportant things when it comes to facts and witness accounts. But this... this was real evidence, or something to actually go off to say the least.

She waited through the rest of the pomp and circumstance, even through Alex's memories being put on display for the rest of them. Then finally it seemed the girl couldn't handle much more and a recess had been called. With that Sloane let herself relax back into her seat and looked over at Pete. "Well I agree with Liv, that evidence is needed to some extent. But from where I'm sitting, the question isn't whether or not Alex killed this Jennova, but if the intentions were her own."

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Wes sat back down. He had no idea if what he said was going to be helpful or not. The court in Olympus seemed different than what he was used to seeing when he saw his father work back home. His fingers mindlessly ran across the surface of his new arm as he watched Duke move to his feet. "I'm Duke Loycen, son of Hephaestus. I've known Alex for a couple of years, enough to say I know her well. Commonly, there's signs of a killer being born or a sociopath and she displayed and even now displays none of that. She's not a murderer or a monster. I know that hurting Jennova weighs on her conscience, so I don't think it was deliberate and I don't think it was premeditated. Killing isn't in her or her instinct. Something must have pushed her, whether circumstances or a person."

“Look.” Wes's heart nearly skipped a beat when he heard her speak. He slowly spun around in his seat, looking toward Trinity as she addressed the crowd. “- Trinity Wallace, Daughter of Ares. I don't know much about the actual events except word of mouth. Mason, Theo and myself were absent on a mission. I know Alex killed Jennova, but that doesn't make her a murderer. She doesn't have murderous tendencies, trust me I know. If anything, after she killed Jennova, was when she became a little unhinged. But I'm a strong believer of an eye for an eye, and I'm not sure who started it. So either payback is due and she should face some form of punishment in the eyes of the Gods, or Alex ended the cycle with Jennova.”

Her words were true, not that he necessarily agreed with her perspective but he couldn't deny some of what she said. The truth of the matter was... Well no one knew the truth and how could they? Either way, he knew Alex was not a murderer, and if she took Jennova's life with her own hands then it wasn't on her decision, something else was at play. He could only hope that this trial got to the bottom of it.

It then seemed that the opinions went from positive to negative as Andy stood up and spoke of her account with finding the crime. Wes never thought to ask her what she witnessed and it seemed that her honesty opened the flood gates for the more negative opinions, in particular Mason's. He shifted in his seat as he spoke his peace that he was entitled to. Wes felt sorry for him, for losing a sister. He had no idea what that felt like, similar to the argument he made when he addressed everyone. But he also felt that clouded Mason's judgement. If the son of Hades had a say in anything, Alex would be long dead as fair payment.

Wes sat upright in his seat, watching as Alex was guided to a pool of water. He winced and looked away as the memory showed Alex stabbing her own mother. When she begged to end it, to take a break, Wes nearly stood up and pleaded with her for them to give her a break. But thankfully, they finally listened to her cries and allowed for a break. He sighed, slouching back into his seat, raising his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. He hated all of this. It wasn't like watching the numerous court hearings his father worked at, this time he had a stake in it... this time the life of his closest friend was on the line and it took everything in him to not speak out of turn or yell at someone who called her a murderer.




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“God, Look at you both. Standing there so self-serious. You make something that is supposed to fun, tedious and boring. Speaking with big words and double meanings rather than actually doing anything.” Eve went defensive, like a caged animal, brushing everything off as good humor or what have you. It was to be expected from someone who could wrap most people around her finger. It was almost like a silent reminder to not let himself get that way. But unlike this impulsive woman before him, Sylas never did anything without a plan, and even then, he always had back ups for his back ups. After all, it couldn't hurt to be prepared.

“We're sorry you feel that way,” Evelyn responded.

Sylas couldn't help but smirk at the comments. "I can speak plainly for you, if you'd prefer. But I doubt you'd like it. Might upset your delicate nature."

“And you," Evangeline added looking toward him. Sylas even faked surprise, pointing to himself like she could have been referring to someone else in the surrounding area. "You fancy yourself a little mastermind of some imaginary game you’re playing?” She smirked and leaned in to whisper to him, although his present company could no doubt hear it as well. “I prefer playing games in the real world.”

"I'm not the one with one foot in the grave, love," Sylas replied. This time there was no smirk or hint of witty banter that crossed his face. Instead his expression was serious, perhaps even frightening. This child had no idea what she was playing at nor the stakes. Sylas did not care for the games she was playing at nor the outcome it meant for her. But he refused to let her sloppiness drag him down with her. "You're making enemies quick, and not the good ones. If you keep at it like a child, then it'll only be a matter of time before we're here for the trial of your murder."

The blonde strode away like she didn't have a care in the world, but Sylas wasn't an amateur. Every word shared between himself and Evelyn dug under her skin. He didn't care if she wished to play the game along side him, he liked competition. But she was sloppy and lacked tact. Her actions were gathering speed and soon enough the downward spiral would take anyone close along with it. If one person at the camp was discovered to be manipulating the others, who's to say that wouldn't also implicate himself or Sloane. His job was chaos, after all. And he couldn't do that from behind bars or in the grave. Silly child.

“You try to help a girl and she thinks you're playing 'riddle me this'. If I didn't know better, I'd say you upset her.”

"She could have said please and I would have enlightened her," he mused.

Sylas walked alongside Evelyn toward the arena, watching the other campers congregate together. Those of like minds huddled together hoping to build strength off one another. They took their seats among the crowd, not particular with a group or saddled up to anyone but among them. He couldn't very well hear everything nor learn anything from a distance, unlike his sister who seemed complacent to be as far removed as possible.

Evelyn found her spot beside him, and Sylas couldn't help but notice her staring. She wasn't subtle. He looked over at her from the corner of his eyes, a slight smirk working its way at the corner of his lip, waiting for her to speak whatever was on her mind. “You have much explaining to do.”

He let out a chuckle and a slight nod. "As you wish."

Then everything began. Sylas had to hide his excitement or intrigue at the unfolding of events. But it wasn't what interested most people that got his attention. The endless chatter for Alex was mind-numbingly boring. In his mind, she had already made her bed and now it was time to lie in it. Just from his brief encounter with the girl she was unhinged. And what was wrong with that? If she wants to be a murderer so be it. But falsifying this sense of a good person under the manipulation of another was tiring. He felt it in her, her darkness. Anyone else who claimed not to see it was just fooling themselves.

Instead he focused on the second meanings behind words, and whispered comments for only friends' ears. A comment from the daughter of Ares about the unjustness of attacking an unarmed person. Mason's own words in regards to a dead son of Hecate... Another topic of interest he'd make note to talk about later. Or better yet, the comment from Mr. Camp himself, shit talking his own girlfriend. Sylas had to refrain from smiling at that nugget of knowledge. What could the daughter of Hecate have down to stir such outright disgust from him... In front of everyone? Sylas hadn't even laid the ground work for that part of the plan he promised Mason, but it had seemed as though things didn't need his help. Not that it meant he wouldn't nudge it along.

Sylas's attention did turn back to the proceedings at hand when the daughter of Zeus was lead to a basin of water, her memories laid bare for all of them to see. He watched as she plunged a blade into her own mother. Then the hysterics began, similar to what he saw earlier in the day when he only gave her a small nudge. Gods she was a ticking time bomb. Part of him wanted her to be spared just so he could push her over the edge at a later date and see the chaos she could cause when her madness overflows. But, if anything she seemed like a rabid animal in need of putting down. Either way, innocent or guilty, camp would not survive the verdict. They were all tip toeing on the edge of a civil war. It was only a matter of time.

“Entertained so far?” Evelyn asked as she looked back over at him.

"Immensely," Sylas replied with a single word. Oh, he could go on and share the things he was learning. But he liked leaving a bit of mystery, and enjoyed even more watching her try to figure him out. It was all in the thrill of the chase.

“Also, I am terribly curious to see what you think of my matchmaking skills.” Evelyn motioned toward Eve who was preying on some other unfortunate idiot. “But I'm most curious to know why you interfered with Eve. That hand intercept of yours could almost be seen as a preserving move. Now, a man's intentions can remain his own, but if you don't tell me I'll just assume you have a secret soft spot for me.”

"I can see why you came to your conclusion," Sylas answered as he looked in Eve's direction. "But she isn't quite my type. I like my women mature, calculating... unpredictable." He smirked slightly as he looked back to his present company. "Qualities she does not possess."

Sylas than ran the tips of his middle and index fingers across his bottom lip as he contemplated her second question. "Hmmm," he hummed as he looked Evelyn over. "Perhaps I don't like the idea of someone else playing with my toys. Maybe I'm selfish?" He quirked his head to the side. "Or I worry that her sloppiness could back fire onto me and I don't want to be in the line of fire for her impulsive and tactless nature?" Sylas then leaned in toward her slightly, lowering his voice to a whisper while holding her gaze. "Or maybe, I do have a soft spot for you."

He slowly leaned away from her, sitting back upright as he looked around toward the other campers, gauging their reactions to the events of the trial. "You wouldn't like being her puppet," he added with a sideways glance toward the red head. "She wouldn't be as fun as I am."




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"Trust you to take lover-boy's side," Ajax said glaring straight at Andy.

She wanted to get up and just leave. She spoke her peace, only spoke truth to what she witnessed. That was it. Andy had no further obligations to anyone in the arena. Maybe she could just get up and walk out. Get back to Olympus before the others and shut herself in her cabin. If they weren't surrounded by their parents, the Gods or the other campers Andy would have defended herself... Maybe slapped Ajax too. Gods knew she was tired of this back and forth, pick a side bullshit between Mason and Ajax. She was done.

Then she heard Mason's voice as he addressed the crowd, saying things she had heard from him numerous times before. Things that Andy couldn't deny she partly agreed with. She could hear the sadness in his voice, she didn't have to see him to know that tears were filling his eyes. Her jaw clenched as she fought the urge to look at him. She sat there silent, clenching her hands together making her knuckles white as he spoke.

"...I wish I was a son of Hecate for a day." The words instantly made her spin around where she sat to look at him. What was he doing? "So I could show you all what it's like to come back to camp and hear your sibling is dead, the one time you left them unprotected. So you could see their heads disconnected from their bodies... But even the son of Hecate's dead because the children of Zeus only care about themselves and their emotions."

Andy sunk into her seat at his words, slowly turning forward as she stared blankly ahead. Why did Mason have to bring him up now? She couldn't remember much of the battle. All of it was a blur aside from Daniel... Watching him fall to the ground, trying to save him and sending him away with her mother who let him die. She didn't want to think about it. For so long she's been suppressing the memories, keeping them at bay... But even here it seems that they were destined to resurface. Was this over yet?

And then it was Ajax's turn to speak, of course he would. Andy didn't dare look at him, she didn't know if she could handle his judgemental gaze. "Ajax Valis. Son of Zeus. You all forget, that it was Alex who did her best to keep everyone safe last year. She held the biggest threat back with me and our father, placing her own life at risk for everyone else to stand a chance. She held them back so the others could take out the lesser threats. Alex has been nothing but kind, and for a sudden change of personality, surely people should know that isn't right. No one can suddenly change overnight, especially when she's been such a lovely person her entire life. She was a rebel during her teen years before attending Camp Athens, but that doesn't mean she is a murderer. We all have a past.. every single one of us. Does that determine who we are, and who we choose to be now?"

Wrong. Someone can change overnight. Andy has changed, maybe not over night but she is not the same person she once was. With enough motivation a person can go from a saint to a murderer in the blink of an eye. The death of her mother would have been enough to send Alex over the edge. She has never seemed the most stable in Andy's eyes. Maybe that was her own dislike of Alex, but in her own opinion, the girl makes bad choices and it only seemed to drag Ajax down with her. Andy couldn't remember the last time Alex did anything for the camp that was selfless that deserved this blind loyalty Ajax sought from them.

Andy wanted to pull her eyes away from the scene of Alex's memories being played before them, but she couldn't. So she not only killed Jennova but her mother as well? What did this have to do with Jennova's death? Wasn't that what this trial was for? Her mind raced with questions and few answers. Alex couldn't seem to handle the replaying of her memories so the Gods allowed for a brief break. And in that break Liv spoke up. A voice Andy did not expect to have anything to say. She looked to the girl and listened as she mentioned lack of evidence, comparing emotional stakes to the truth.

But Andy's attention wasn't undivided until she heard her own name. "How do you know that Andy saw what she saw because she did say that there was limited visibility. One can't be convicted guilt of hearsay." Liv then proceeded all but tell the Gods that trial was irrelevant with out circumstantial evidence. She understood that the girl was just trying to give a neutral unbiased opinion but it seemed the more she spoke the more annoyed Andy became.

With a sigh, Andy stood up once again. She didn't want to speak again, but looked as though she had no choice. "I would not have stood up and given a testimony that was going to make half of the people here hate me if it was just hearsay... Or if I wasn't certain of what I witnessed," she said at first speaking toward Liv personally. Andy might have been coming off defensive, but it was the truth. She would not have given some half baked excuse for truth if she wasn't certain. "If the Gods wish to see for themselves, I will gladly walk down to that pool and show you all." She pointed to the water that, just a moment earlier, Alex's own memories were presented for the crowd. "As for evidence, what do you want? Her corpse? I buried her out of respect for the dead and her loved ones. And I won't exhume her body for spectacle."

Her gaze drifted over to Ajax, who, no doubt, was probably staring daggers at her that very minute. Her voice lowered a bit, this time not speaking as much to the crowd, but to him. "I'm over this petty feud bullshit. I'm over it. I'm on 'the side'," she made air quotes with her fingers showing that she used his words. "Of the dead. Of truth and justice. It's not right to be murdered in your home, in a place you're supposed to feel safe. She deserved a heroes death like the rest of us. And if it was to be at Alex's hands, then a fair fight. But it wasn't."

Andy held his gaze in silence. Her face was serious, but also sad and frustrated. "So, if what I saw... My memories, can bring peace for the dead then I'll happily give them," she concluded loud enough for the Gods to all know that they could take what they wish from her. "I am done being a pawn for the two of you to use against one another."

With nothing else to say, Andy didn't return to her seat, instead ascending up the stairs and out of the arena. Once away from the crowd she felt like she was finally able to breath. Her hands grasped at her sides as she paced outside the entrance to the Acropolis. For the first time in... longer than she could remember, Andy felt like some of her burdens were finally off her back. The constant fighting and tug-of-war between Ajax and Mason. The emotional rollercoaster they put her through. The weight of Jennova's death preying at the back of her mind... All washed clean in a matter of minutes. All that remained was the overwhelming guilt of being unable to save her brother and she was left with Keith. Whoever or whatever the hell he was.

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Demeter and Iliana sat together just before the trial started. Ethan and Heath sat near them too. Just before the trial started though, someone suddenly appeared and bumped right into Demeter.

“Oh, shoot - I am sorry! Today is just not my day. Well - I don’t know, I guess it’s all from a point of view. In some ways my inattentiveness was a gift.”

"It's no problem dearie. It could have happened to anyone. Is there something I can help you with?" Demeter asked.

Instead of answering her, the dark haired young woman turned to Iliana.

“Hi! You look like Iliana. I’m Apollo’s daughter, and my father wanted me to sit with you during the Trial. I actually meant to catch you before we got to Olympus, but a really cute boy sidetracked me. Has that ever happened to you?”

The girl's enthusiasm really caught Iliana. She never met anyone with overactive energy too. She did know Apollo. He'd been her primary caretaker when she had been taken care of at Olympus after her ordeal. Those memories were foggy though since she had been fighting for her own life. Her kidnapping had been horrendous and during her healing in Olympus, she had been kept under. Even Hypnos got involved when constant nightmares caused her to thrash about in her sleep, delaying the healing process. Not wanting to remember that time though, Iliana continued to listen to Apollo's daughter.

“My name’s Cherise, and I’ve got a spot saved for us. At least, I think I do,”

She saw the girl turn towards a guy with glasses. She honestly didn't know what to do either. She looked at her mother first.

Demeter smiled and replied, "Go on ahead Iliana. I am not leaving.

Iliana turned to Ethan and Heath next and they smiled back too. Cherise seemed like a nice enough person and if Demeter was fine with it, they would be also. Iliana turned back to Cherise and nodded before standing up. Before the two could leave though, Demeter said something.

"Oh Cherise, I don't know how much your father told you about Iliana, but we are trying to keep what happened to her a bit private since it's up to Iliana if she wants to talk about it. Only gods who know about Iliana are Zeus, Athena, your father, Hypnos, Hermes, Hestia, and myself. Also my daughter cannot speak at the moment so she communicates through her notebook. Have fun you two."

Iliana nodded and went ahead and sat with Cherise and the other guy with glasses.

As the trial started and people started speaking up, both Ethan and Heath played close attention. Ethan was reading the emotions behind the words while Heath was looking for possible lies. So far he couldn't detect none. One thing was obvious though, they really weren't making a lot of headway. It was almost like a "He said, she said" situation. Finally a daughter of Poseidon spoke up, basically asking for physical proof. Both Ethan and Heath agreed with her. These words though seemed to set Hecate's daughter off. It was pretty obvious too that she had been through a lot, especially when it was mentioned she lost her own brother. When Andy left, it was Ethan who stood up next since he recalled something Ajax said to him.

"Hi, I am Ethan, Hestia's son. I have a question for Ajax. Didn't you mention something about a bracelet that belonged to Alex and you believed it to be curse and the cause of her actions toward Jennova. Do you still have it? If this bracelet is cursed it could provide some answers and physical proof."

After that he sat back down and then Alex was brought to a pensive. The images scene caused her to fall apart again and this had a major effect on Iliana for her pain was overwhelming. Seeing her daughter in distress, Demeter rushed over to her and wrapped her in her arms, with Ethan not far behind. He started using his serenity inducement on her while Demeter cooed to her softly. In the meantime, Hestia rushed forward to Alex and had Athena give the girl to her.

"Come back to us Alexandria. Remember the good times with your loved ones. Breath, don't let your emotions take you." she told her, using her own Serenity inducement.

Being a goddess, her Serenity Inducement would not only affect Alex, but anyone else in distress, which included Iliana. Soon the blond calmed down. Seeing her daughter was alright, Demeter let her go while Ethan returned to his seat.

Heath was relieved to see his sister okay, but seeing Alex break down reminded him of that time when she almost unleashed her powers. He knew she had been provoked then and was a loose cannon. If she had indeed been mentally unstable when she killed Jennova, it would definitely helped her case. Wanting to find out more about the day of Jennova's murder, Heath stood up.

"My name is Heath and I am Athena's son. I have several questions regarding the day of Jennova's death and well as the actions of both the victim and defendant. Who was the last last one to see Jennova alive? Did she and Alex ever have any prior conflicts? Also, who was the last person to see Alex before the incident? How were both girls acting that day before the incident?" he asked.

Iliana listened to her brother ask questions, but her eyes stayed glue on Alex, feeling so bad for her because she could relate to her pain. Iliana herself was still in a fragile state of mind. If it wasn't for her mother, Ethan, and Heath, she could have easily turned out like Alex.

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Being attacked by the emotionally vulnerable was an inevitable byproduct of trying to remain as unbiased as possible whilst also attempting to reach the same goal: an end to the trial and the doubt once and for all. First it was Keith with his side comment, ”Sorry, we forgot to bring Jenn’s head to appease you.”. That came as expected, and she allowed it to roll off of her shoulder. Clearly her entire argument was dismissed immediately for bitterness.

Then there was Andromeda, of whom was understandably on the defense. Only a few words struck Poseidon’s daughter as particularly so, and she realizes that perhaps it was she who made an err in speech. Either that, or no one chose to listen to her - just like in Trinity’s case. Instead of listening, everyone just jumps to conclusions. It was impossible to help anyone here, honestly. ”As for evidence, what do you want? Her corpse? I buried her out of respect for the dead and her loved ones. And I won't exhume her body for spectacle."

Literally no one offered anything of value that would draw the trial to an end. Instead, emotions and pleas to her friendliness or tempered manner were being brought up - as if any of that had to do with anything. After all, some of the most notorious serial killers had families and were folks of charismatic persuasion. Friendliness meant nothing to those that were not capable of being emotional, or even worse, those that simply knew how to act without betraying the fact that they were psychopaths. All of their points were moot. The memory pool, something reminiscent of a past that may or may not have actually been (because everyone assumes all Demigods come here with knowledge of all of these things), is interesting - but it’s not proof of this murder.

“Sanity is an issue when we are talking about the capabilities of manipulations. Also, no one was asking for proof of a murder or that the girl is, indeed, dead. Rather, proof that it was an act committed by Alex alone and of her own volition. No one listens here. But please do carry on with your emotional ramblings so that we can be here forever for something that can be solved, irrefutably, with proof. But if you guys are fine just taking jabs at each other and taking sides without actually knowing the truth, well... Who the fuck cares? It's only a trial.” She would leave it there, crossing her arms over her chest and flinging her feet on the back of the seat in front of her (if that was possible). Alex was not her friend, and this whole trial had nothing to do with her. But if this was going to be how trials work and how illogical and ready her peers are to attack each other based on how they feel, then gods help any of them that land themselves in Alex’s spot in the future. Maybe they will be lucky to have another rational being up here, like Liv, trying to figure out the actual happenings instead of allowing them to be slaughtered by their personality.

Finally, voices of reason and logic break through all thr bullshit. This interested Liv. Her eyes swivel toward Ethan and Heath, head tilted. When their questions are addressed, it seemed half-assed. Jennova's brother had no interest in the truth; only in convicting Alex. A shame that all the logical bystanders were being quietly or vocally admonished while the emotional headaches were so heroic.

Since there was no one really listening, and everyone is so angry about trying to find truth and justice in a logical and rational manner, she closes her eyes, leans back, and pops some earbuds into her ears. There was honestly no one here worth the trouble, and daddy-dearest was doing gods knows what.



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"Oh Cherise, I don't know how much your father told you about Iliana, but we are trying to keep what happened to her a bit private since it's up to Iliana if she wants to talk about it. Only gods who know about Iliana are Zeus, Athena, your father, Hypnos, Hermes, Hestia, and myself. Also my daughter can not speak at the moment so she communicates through her notebook. Have fun you two." She smiles at that, giving Demeter a rather goofy two-fingered salute. At least, from a distance she probably looked silly. Probably up close, too. ”Not a problem! The secret is safe with me,” she chimes, bouncing on her heels whilst rendering the famous gesture of zipping her mouth shut. Then she’d grab the girl gently by the wrist, if she was allowed to do so, and they’d be off! She hopes that her rather innocent and eccentric demeanor might give off a good vibe. Someone that does both the two-fingered salute and the zippy mouth is certainly not hostile!

Cherise guides Iliana to a chosen seat; ensuring that she settled down and was reassured before she, herself, sat. She offered her a quick pat on the thigh; a platonic gesture that further implies that she’s well within reach just in case anything should arise. Not that Apollo’s daughter was particularly strong or capable of certain things, but she was an amiable presence in the midst of all of this… chaos.

Next was Keith, as he also required something of a kind presence beside him. While Cherise did not know the depths in which Keith was dragged into during the events of the last year, there was an inkling of a feeling that the trial would be harsh on everyone. There were the bereaved, the bitter, those uncertain, and others that were friends to the accused. It was a motley of emotions all in one place and at once, and she knows a thing or two about demigod temperaments. She had done some homework regarding this place called Athens, in which she’d be forced to mingle for gods only know how long.

For a moment Evelyn looked back at him, and even for the timing of a half-heartbeat, as the redhead averts her gaze back to her present company, Cherise locks eyes with her. It’s not long at all. Fleeting. Curiosity lending her the desire to look to her side and gaze at Keith - to wonder if something was up. Though, the way he had looked at Evelyn earlier, it was probable that maybe the two of them had a thing for one another. She isn’t jealous, but she isn’t sure what to make of it. Then again, she’s new. If anyone looked at her, they’d notice her shrug at seemingly nothing - just a passing thought.

Fingers drum along her knees as she had witnessed the trial; and she found herself gently clawing and grasping at her skirt at the memory of Alex’s mother. Her nose wriggles back and forth, but she’s relatively calm. There wasn’t much that could be expected from her - input or otherwise.

”Sorry, we forgot to bring Jenn’s head to appease you,” pulls her out of the spell of just staring at a now crystal clear pool of water. Recess was called, and folks seemed to venture off and do their own thing. Cherise just kind of… stayed where she was; stuck in her own la-la land of thoughts.



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The trial was not of much interest to him, to be honest. There were too many emotions for any of it to make sense, and he didn’t see a good ending for it anytime soon. His eyes roll as certain people spoke - even Liv because she’s so damned long-winded and punch-able. No wonder Trinity fucked her up.

“Would you be able to hurt your mum with Ares rage?” Trinity inquired, looking at him for something. His gut told him that maybe she was looking for some words of comfort - that he would tell her “no” and that they could control themselves like that. Even with the people they loved. Liam was the honest type of guy, and he wasn’t going to color some unicorn fantasy world where everything was cotton candy or puffy. Or whatever girls liked.

“Yes,” he replied tersely, and after waiting for her expression - and perhaps even a word or two, he sighs and turns to face her, “We can hurt even those we love and care about. But I think that…as long as you are aware of that, you can figure out how to calm your father’s curse down before it gets to that point. But Trinity,” he pauses, looking from her to the trial floor where Alex had been observed, “Don’t you ever forget the feeling that all this rage gives you. Don’t forget that rage makes us blind. If you forget it or you think you’re above it, that’s when you’re going to do it. Trust me on that.” There - one brotherly duty done for the day; sage words of advice from a meathead. It would probably not come again anytime soon.

He turned away and leaned back into his chair, “Dirtbag,” Trinity scoffs, and that causes Liam to look back at Theo and Eve. Oh, the busty blonde - that would give him a perfect in. Especially upon seeing that Sloane was otherwise occupied with another guy.

Not that there was jealousy, of course. She’s pretty, but if he went over there and shoved him aside, she’d probably not like that very much. He had the feeling that he’d probably just make her shrivel in her seat, and not in a good way either. There was a good way to do that, he thought idly.

When Trinity departs, he looks over at Andy and gives her a thumb’s up before she turns around and leaves. After all, the woman stood up and told it like it was, and it did look like she had been a bit scared of it.

Liam, himself, pushes his lumbering form from his seat and makes his way to Eve and Theo. Of course he sat himself next to the blonde, body turned to her and elbow propped on the back of the chair. He makes a little show of flexing his biceps - getting his arms in that perfect position so that they’d wrinkle his shirt in that muscular way. Whatever way that was because women loved muscles. He honestly didn’t have much else going for him.

Liam was good looking, obviously athletic, and had a lot of hidden intelligence that was more intuitive than book smart. He was a likeable guy, but he has one itsy bitsy fault, and it spills out of his mouth unabashedly. “I couldn’t help but notice that you have nice tits.”

There - there was the pig that all women hated to wake up beside in the morning. It was really appalling, but his inability to appropriately compliment a woman probably has a lot to do with the fact that it meant that they wouldn’t get too attached. “You’re blonde, too, which is even better.”

When she’d turn to look at him, which she certainly will anytime now - even if it was to deliver a justified slap to the face, Liam would drink her figure in like a glutton eyeing the baking aisle of a grocery store. It’s a bad metaphor, but Liam was full of them.

“I am Liam, the-” he paused, trying to get out the word son, but he couldn’t do it. The thought made him sick to his stomach. “I am Trinity’s half-brother.” That was better. So much better. Trinity, for all of her faults, was better than having to align himself with his father by calling himself his son.

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Image"Hi, I am Ethan, Hestia's son. I have a question for Ajax." Ajax turns his head to look at him. "Didn't you mention something about a bracelet that belonged to Alex and you believed it to be cursed and the cause of her actions toward Jennova. Do you still have it? If this bracelet is cursed it could provide some answers and physical proof." Ajax turns his head again, this time in his father's direction who was looking straight at him, waiting for his son to answer the question.

Ajax nods. "I had Hecate look at it before the trial began. It was cursed, but it's not cursed anymore. We left it too late to find out who left the mark." he said. His eyes land on Hades. He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that it was him, since part from his son, Hades was the one who had a deep dislike towards his father. At least, they were the only two he knew about without any doubts lingering in the back of his head. He could bet his life on it.

Liv gave a long speech, and even though she did have a point, it was clear that no one was patient enough to find out what would come next. His sister had just managed to grab herself a break, and already everyone grew restless. He didn't blame them, but a trial wasn't supposed to be fun. Ajax's gaze moves to his hands as he clasps them together, rubbing at the skin on the back of his hand as he stares at his feet with his mind absent as he waits for his sister to continue with the memories that Ajax didn't like seeing, but if it's all that can prove Alex's innocence... then so be it.




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Image "I had Hecate look at it before the trial began. It was cursed, but it's not cursed anymore. We left it too late to find out who left the mark." If only that cursed object had still been intact. The trial would have ended so much sooner. "No matter. Everything will be brought to light soon enough."

As his son's eyes travel to where Hades and Mason sat, Zeus also looked in their direction. It was easy to point the finger without hard evidence, which is why Zeus did not act. So many enemies lurked the very corners of Tartarus, their souls forever wailing in the depths of despair, unable to escape their torment for the gates to the underworld remained guarded by Hade's loyal beast. Cerberus. Though it was not Hades who had placed them there, not all of them at least.

So many of them still want their revenge on the King of Mount Olympus, and so many still prefer Hades as the king instead.

Hades no doubt had plans conjuring inside of that head of his, but Zeus's only concerns, for now, were on his daughter.

With his weight baring down into his hands on the arms of the throne, he straightens himself up to stand. A couple of the Demigods had left already, and he wasn't about to stop the others if they no longer wished to sit during a drawn-out trial. But every second counted for Alex. "Thank you, Miss Pfeiffer, but we are aware of what needs to be done. We will not allow my daughter's trial to be decided on emotions alone, hence why the method I am using is in progress."

He knew that she meant well, so he hoped that he wasn't too harsh. Gods didn't have much to them when it came to emotions, they lacked in areas which human's did not. But this didn't mean they felt nothing... their emotions just weren't as intense, which is why it was so easy for Zeus to leave Susanna after choosing to return to his realm. Still, he knew what love was and how much he did love her. Still loves her.

he looks down at his daughter and the goddess who is stood next to her. "Are you ready to continue?"




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Image Alex sat on the sidelines, gathering the strength she'd need for round two of reliving the memories she wanted to remain forgotten. "Are you ready to continue?" her father asks.

Alex looks down for a second before looking back up and giving him the answer they all wanted. "Yes." as the Goddess who had stepped forward to help moves her back to the pensieve, Alex was regretting every second of ever coming in the first place. But it needed to be done to clear her name once and for all. "I am so tired, and I just... I want it to be done with. I'm ready." she stepped back into the cool liquid and closed her eyes.

The Pensieve lunged into action once more, throwing Alex into a much deeper memory this time. The night of Jennova's death.

Alex remembered it well now. Jenn's face was stoic and emotionless while she took a drink of her water before leaning her right shoulder against the door frame. "What do you want?" she said, right before Alex unsheathed the sword that was attached to her back. "What the hell do you think you're doing with that?" Jennova took a step back. "Ah... well, if you think you can scare me then you're wro--" THUMP, a severed head hit the ground. She hadn't given Jennova a chance to finish.

It was Andy and Wes who had found her, and Even back then, with what was right there before them... Wes still never judged Alex. He gave her a chance to explain. "We should get you to--" Wes cut off. He hadn't noticed that Andy had run off to get Alex's brother, but there Ajax was. He had arrived and was yelling so loud that the entire camp could have heard him.

"What have you done! what the hell were you thinking?" He looked at the headless body.

"He's going to kill me... Mason's going to kill me."

"I won't let anyone kill you" Wes promised.

The memories went on a little further until there was indeed evidence of the bracelet getting to Alex by Jennova's hand. All to please her father.




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Image Ares let out a frustrated sigh as he watched the memories unfold. They were only going to point towards the God they had always suspected from the very beginning. As much as Hera still disliked Zeus, she had too much to lose and had been promised her Queen status on condition of keeping her claws out of the children. So it couldn't have been her.

"We have all witnessed that Hades manipulated his daughter to carry out his work against Miss Valis, so, with permission from Zeus himself, the Gods of mount Olympus hereby sentence Hades, ruler of the underworld... banished. To Tartarus." of course he wasn't going to stay there forever, no doubt he'd find his way out one way or another. The Olympian guards took hold of Hades, and escorted him out of the Acropolis. Thank god the trial was over. Ares still believed that it was pointless for everyone to have come. They could have easily found everything out without them having to see the young girls memories, but maybe it's because Zeus wanted them to know and see for themselves that his daughter wasn't the monster that many so believed. There was no bringing back Jennova, but at least all of them could move on in time, knowing that it was all done by the hands of Hades. again.




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Heath lectured on about the definition of monster according to google that he must have memorised. Did he really want an answer? No. Did he deserve one explaining how he came off as another blind worshipper of the Valises who would lick their boots if they asked, and it was a fact to Mason that she was a monster, yes. But the trial concluding held more importance to him so he let it be.

Ajax piped up again going on that there was some cursed item involved then Alex's second vision began. He inhaled sharply then closed his eyes as he heard the awful thump of his sister's head falling from her body. For some time, he kept his gaze averted to the ground until another God spoke. "We have all witnessed that Hades manipulated his daughter to carry out his work against Miss Valis, so, with permission from Zeus himself, the Gods of mount Olympus hereby sentence Hades, ruler of the underworld... banished. To Tartarus."

Mason looked to Hades accusingly, and rather than vanish in black smoke, Hades let himself be grabbed and taken away. Mason let it happen too, no retaliation or final goodbyes from either of them. Mason lowered his forehead on his fist. So Alex was innocent and Hades guilty according to her memories. Now he was as good as fatherless. Now there was no family to appease. Just more murderous thoughts. But he didn't want to brood about it in Olympus. As he got to his feet, somebody approached with a Goddess in tow and turned a notepad around to face him. What the hell?

~Um, hello, my name is Iliana and I am Demeter's daughter. I can't speak at the moment so this is how I communicate with people. Anyway, I just wanted to say I am sorry for your loss. I saw my . . own father get killed by a human . . when I was 5 and I still have nightmares. Momma told me to remember the good times though and that has helped. So maybe you can try to remember the good times. So I guess what I am trying to say is I know how feels to loss someone dear. I remember being very angry for a long time too and I withdrew from the world. I hope you have someone to lean on. That's really what I wanted to say.~

Was she a mute or what? Nonetheless, Mason sighed, preparing himself to be as civil as he could be. "Me too." At the moment it really was him against the world. "Do you know what happened to your father's killer? Did they walk away freely too?" Because they didn't so much as slap Alex on the wrist for her crime. Mason's eyes moved pass Iliana to Demeter. Gods were normally vengeful beings but he didn't think Demeter or Iliana had it in them to make the human pay. Unlike him.

"No disrespect, but if you hold me up, we're gonna have to ride together and you probably don't really want that. I'll see you back at camp." He shifted past her, patting the small thing's head gently and left the Acropolis. Then another dread struck him. The Underworld. Without somebody to keep it in check, many souls would cling to the hope of life, to try climb out of the place when they didn't belong anymore. "Fucking Gods!" He growled. It wasn't like the Underworld was a nice place full of fun and delight. That was already Hades' punishment.

He didn't have any gods or peers to catch up with. There was no reason for him to stick around. Looked like it was back to being a Hermit for a while. Or back and forth trips in the Underworld. A girl with dark hair and pale complexion was already saddled up and ready to go and as he got closer he knew the face. She was quiet and wouldn't bother him with idle chatter or as he recently discovered, writing. Perfect. "Hope you're not reserving a seat," he said and climbed on behind the girl. "Because you're my best bet."

Mason wasn't much for hugging strangers usually but he wanted to go and that took priority at the moment. He held her slim waist gently. "Sorry," he said in case she was uncomfortable. She'd have to deal with it though because he wasn't falling to his death today. He might have been more sympathetic and aware on other days, but today as she probably witnessed, wasn't his day.


Once at camp again, Mason dismounted and offered her a hand down. "Thanks. For tolerating me." Not that he had been much in the way of conversation, but a brooding presence holding onto her. Mason went to walk away but for some damn forsaken reason he couldn't just leave her casually. "Do you want to get food or something? Can I walk you to your cabin?" Even in his state, he couldn't just leave her without something to offer after flying with her. Besides a day or two earlier he was interested in getting to know what she was about.



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Image Duke remained a silent and composed observer throughout the remainder of the trial. There were a few demigods tried to strip emotion from the equation, but it was an emotional case, to expect anything else was unlikely. He hurt for Alex seeing her stab her mother then decapitate Jennova. Neither action was truly hers and it was important people saw that, so though it hurt to live through again, it was vital peers saw the truth: that there was an extraneous variable in play, that no murder would be on the table if it weren't for the curse to begin with.

He was relieved when Ares said the final verdict. Apparently Wes shared the relief and enthusiasm giving him a pat on the back. Duke smiled in return. It was over. It was finally over. Part of him wanted to leap down the wall and hug Alex but brothers first. If Duke and Wes were relieved, imagine Ajax's flood of emotions.

So instead, he headed to another demigod. His counterpart in a way, if they were to address their power of elements. "You raised some good points in trial. You should probably just work on execution, might get more respect that way." Liv possessed a real don't give a shit attitude, like an angsty teen so maybe his words meant nothing to her. And judging by the blood on her dress, she had already picked the wrong person to give that attitude to. Maybe she didn't give much of a crap about being respected but what was the point of talking if no one was going to listen? In the end, it all came down to execution.

"Are you ready to head out or what?" He gestured out of the Acropolis, arm out for the taking or decline. Either option was one he could live with. Duke was ready to return to his warehouse/cabin. It had felt like an extensively long day.



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Image He just couldn't find a comfortable way to sit, tossing and turning, folding one leg over the other, upright, slouched. Gods, to settle was impossible. When Alex had recovered, she was right back into the pensieive this time to reveal the night of Jennova's death. Keith frowned, upset to find Alex had murdered another in a fit of rage but somehow, as the memories were explored, they found Jennova and Hades had collaborated on a curse on her bracelet.

To Keith it still brought about a debate whether it was right or wrong. Sure, there were other options like a duel or holding Jennova on trial but if he had to fit his feet in Alex's shoes he wouldn't have had the most rational mind either. Nonetheless, the Gods dismissed it finding the villain behind it all and Keith let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

He turned his attention to the pretty brunette and shifted over to her. "So what did we think of that episode?" Despite the bad timing, Keith had to make light of a hefty situation otherwise he'd just crumble. Although it was arguably hyper insensitive. But Cherise didn't seem super PC. "There's so much drama and emotion present, it's actually a pretty accurate capturing of the atmosphere in camp. Are you and your sunshine and blossom up to the task?"

He sat up and looked all around the Acropolis, meerkat like. "Your friend didn't stay long." Self-consciously he thought he might have been the problem again, and almost asked if it was due to him but stopped himself. Keith had recently moved past the whole nervous rambling phase with Cherise and he didn't want to backtrack. He had learned by now the girl didn't bite.

"Did you um...maybe want to catch a ride together on the way back to Camp or...wait around here." Since he had taken so much of the girl's time he didn't see her talk to any God. He didn't even know which one was her parental figure. He'd be happy to wait around because there wasn't much back at camp for him so he was in no rush to return to his loner status.

In fact, a fraction of him saw an opportunity in the scenario of people leaving the Acropolis, either returning to camp or bonding with their parents. Maybe he could have a look at the magic pool himself. The more he toyed with the idea, the more it sung to him like a siren song. Keith had to know what had hurt him and he was attached to the idea that that water held a solution. It had accessed Alex's repressed memories.

Privacy or no privacy Keith edged towards the front row.

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Keith almost tipped over the edge of the Acropolis hearing his mother's voice. "Huh? I wasn't -"

"You've changed so much. It's no wonder Andromeda is upset with me," she said looking Keith up and down. "My poor boy, I do hope you can forgive me." She stepped by his side. "I cannot undo what's been done and consulting the Pensieve will merge memories and warp your mind. But if you bury deep...if you surround yourself with support and those who were there last year, I believe you'll get your answers." Hecate hugged him briefly and left with a smile.

What she really left him with was more turmoil. But at least she gave him hints on how to fill in the blanks. Keith still felt her eyes on him, however, was more preoccupied on who to approach for answers and who he could class as support. When he had enough wondering, he headed to the horses waiting for a partner to appear.

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"So what did we think of that episode?" Keith so suddenly inquired, and by this time she was clutching the gentle fabrics of her dress as though she might implode from something unknown to others stewing in her head. She wondered quietly to herself while, Alex faced the waters - and then long after the pause and up until the very moment, Keith speaks to her - if she might have done the same to her step-father. She didn’t answer him because truthfully, she had no thoughts that fell outside of her what-if scenario. Her stepfather is dead, thankfully, and she didn’t have to do it. But still, how much more would it have taken?

"There's so much drama and emotion present, it's a pretty accurate capturing of the atmosphere in the camp. Are you and your sunshine and blossom up to the task?" She smiles at him, patting him on his thigh in a platonic manner. It never occurred to ask for permission to touch him, and she just so happens to be quite physical to one's dismay, or even to their delight. “My father told me that my timing of arrival was quite specific. So, I’d like to think that maybe my sunshine and blossom is exactly what someone here needs.” The smile she gives off is not a knowing one, nor does it imply that it is, in fact, him that she hopes to reach. It’s just something to match the glimmer of hope in her eyes that maybe, just maybe, she could find a way to live her life again. She wasn’t as happy as her brilliant aura implied. She’s miserable. She misses things - her mother, for one. Let’s not pretend that she still isn’t sickly attached to her ex-boyfriend despite the years in the past it had been since she last was with him. Her father ruined her life quite successfully, and ever since, she’s felt… empty. Unfulfilled. Like she never had a choice in what parts of her life came and went. Part of her needed to get that back somehow - her freedom of having control over her life. But for now, she thought that other people’s happiness would somehow make everything fall right into place. That, and well, she’s just a natural charmer — just pure goodness with a little darkness in her past.

"Your friend didn’t stay long." She shrugs gently at that, “I know it’s going to sound silly to you,” she begins, facing him and brushing some hair behind her right ear, “I just needed her to know who I was and that I was here. That’s all. I’m sure she has better things to do than hang around with me. Not everyone is easy to warm up to, no matter how nice you are.”

Just as those last words leave her lips, he’s asking if he’d ride with her. She would have answered if it were not for something about him going adrift. It would seem that right at that same moment he was pulling away from her to the source of his newfound attention, her father walks up behind her.

“Be careful, Cherise, you might burn a hole through the back of his skull if you stare at him any harder,” Apollo seems to laugh at her. She turns bright red for a second, pivoting to face him with a huffing breath of small but very unconvincing defiance of his implication. “I just met him. Goodness!”

Image“I have something for you,” he indicated with a lighthearted chuckle. In his right hand is a compound crossbow - the one she thought that had broken long ago. He lifts it and waits for her to take it, and of course, she does. “Cherise,” the normally cheerful tones drop to notes more serious, and he places a hand on her shoulder and looks her dead in the eyes. “You remember why I brought you here?” Cherise nods, her gaze moving off toward Iliana’s direction, and then flickers briefly to Keith the moment his mother embraces him, “It might come sooner than hoped. Choosing the right side will be confusing, but I believe that you will always do the right thing. It’s also okay to not choose any side. But you’re a protector, and that is why you are here. Remember what it felt like to be manipulated, weak, hurt - don’t let that become someone else.” His speech was terribly cliche, like off of some bad movie about the underdog that went through a tragedy and had great aspirations to be a superhero. Except, Cherise was terrified of the thought of Apollo’s suggestions.

She slung her crossbow over a shoulder and located Keith, maybe even right at that moment when he was thinking about who he could rely on for support. She was a new face, sure - but an honest soul. Maybe he wasn’t sure of it now, but who knows?

She waved and smiled at him. She catches herself in a light jog toward him and speaks now that they are in chatting distance, “I call front this time, and maybe a nice upbeat tune. Unless you're waiting on someone, then, well - I can just hop on a flying horse with someone else. I don't want to seem like I am just clinging to the first cute face I see.”

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse
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God of the Skies & Justice / King of the gods || Hex: #00457a


Image With the trial now dealt with, and with Hades completely out of his sight, Zeus could finally grab a moment with his children before they'd have to leave him again for Camp. "I would like a word with both of my children."
Zeus said, causing the other Gods to leave the room and the arena. "My children... I have never doubted either of you of being good people, and once Camp Athens is over for the both of you, I want you to decide on something."

he held his hands together in front of him as he stood there before them, looking between them with a gentle smile. "It is your choice alone, so whatever you decide, I will be happy. You can either come and live here with me, or you can remain on Earth with your step-father." he knew it could be a possible hard choice for them, but he hadn't done it on purpose to get them away from their step-father. Zeus knew as plain as day, what that mortal man had done for both Alex and Ajax. Raised them as his own, loved Susanna when Zeus could not. He honored the man, but he wanted to remain close to his children, to get to know them better than he thought. "You do not have to decide right away." he assured them. "There is plenty of time." he promised.

Just after hugging both of his children, and before he was about to head out, someone else had joined them. First, it was Iliana. The adorable young lady from earlier. It was nice of her to apologize to his son, though Zeus did know or understand what she was being sorry for. Next, was Heath. Still polite as ever.

"Pardon me Lord Zeus, but my mother and I have a private manner we wish to discuss with you?"

"Of course. Follow me." He leads them both to a separate room. "We will not be disturbed here. How can I help?"





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ImageHe couldn't contain himself. The second Alex was proven innocent, he vaulted over the wall and landed in the arena before he rushed over to her. He pulled her into his chest with his arms wrapped around her, and almost squeezed the air out of her. He chuckled as she wheezed for air. He let her go.

"You scared me."

"I know. I'm sorry. she said, her brows furrowed.

"Don't be. I'm just glad you're still with us." Mason wouldn't have agreed of course, neither would his own girlfriend, or anyone else behind them... but it didn't matter. None of it mattered anymore. Of course, Jennova was still robbed of life, but no-one could blame Alex for wanting to avenge her mother. So many would have wanted to do the same. Just as Ajax gave his little sister one more hug, their father had joined them.

Ajax stood there staring at him as Zeus announced his proposal to make a choice on where they'd both want to be, and honestly... Ajax was torn. He was already on the path towards Mount Olympus as future king, and Earth would be that home he'd miss once it was gone. Unable to step foot there, again. Unable to see the faces he cared and loved, again.

He knew his father was telling the truth. He had no reason to play manipulation with his children.

Ajax turned his head to look at Iliana with her mother. She was writing on that notepad of hers again. As soon as she was done, she turned it around for him to read it: ~I am sorry about my behavior before the trial when I gave you those flowers. I just felt your anger and it scared me. I am . . . able to feel the emotions of others and it directly affects me to the point where I can't control my actions or powers. So I left before I could hurt you and Ethan.~

He nodded. "Um.. okay..." He was confused as to why she needed to explain herself, but it was clear that she was more sensitive than the other girls, which was fine. Everyone is different after all."I honestly do appreciate it, but you, or your... brothers?" he couldn't remember if they were related or not. "Don't need to keep apologizing for what you believe to be wrong. What I'm trying to say is... it's fine. Just be yourself." He shrugged. "I should be sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, so... as an apology, how about I ride with you back to camp, huh? you can tell me a little more about yourself."





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Image It felt good to finally be free, and she couldn't wait to get back to camp to be with her friends, her brother, and Duke. It felt good to have that monster inside of her head finally die, knowing that what she did, was not by her own impulse, but a cursed and manipulated one.

She looked up into the crowd, and even though some had left, and some that showed no sign of relief for her innocence... Alex smiled. Wes, Duke, and Ajax were still there, at least. For a little while. Her smile faded.

"Are you ready to head out or what?" She caught Duke say, his arm waiting for someone to hook their arm around it. It was the girl who had made such a long speech earlier. Clearly, she had impressed him for him to give her the time of day, and no doubt a ride back to camp. Alex watched, and expected even Wes to come to her... but neither of them did. Just her brother.

He ran to her and hugged her half to death, right before their father asked them to decide on something that Alex was more than happy to hear come from him. For years, she had wanted to meet him, and dreamt so many times of life beside him where she would get to see him every single day. But now that it was offered to her... she didn't know what to say. She had so much to leave behind.

She hugged her father. "We'll think about it." she answered for herself and Ajax before her father left to speak with Heath and Athena. It sounded important, but Alex wasn't about to eavesdrop. She wanted to be back at camp, so she headed out and made her way to the winged horses where Daniel stood alone.

It seemed he was waiting for someone, but the second some brunette girl arrived, Alex smiled. It was nice to see him moving on. She didn't know the girl, but Alex felt as though she was maybe what he needed to distract him. He had been through so much.

With everyone else partnering up, Alex climbed up onto the free horse, adjusting herself on its back. Maybe riding alone was a good idea. A chance to be by herself with her thoughts.




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Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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With the trial concluded, the daughter of Poseidon felt, well, probably as her father did - in between two really pathetic gods still fighting for this or that. She wrinkled her nose, her darkened eyes veered down toward Alex and then shifted to Hades as he was being banished. Or whatever it is that the gods do, Liv didn't really know. She crossed her arms over her chest; the earbuds in her ears hardly vanquished the conundrum of the trial's aftermath. Soon enough, everyone was departing.

Liv sat there for a little longer. Maybe she was hoping for a showing from her father, much like everyone else's godly parents. Yet, he does not come. Her lips did that thing where they kind of pouted, and then they thinned out with disappointment. Maybe he was also tired of being caught between the plague that is the eternal battle of Zeus and Hades.

For a quiet moment with some somber tune with the timbre of a grown-up celebrity that caters to every teenager's angsty side, she watched as demigods paired up. She couldn't shake this feeling that nothing good will come of this, even with the verdict. How could anyone know what is real? Liv wasn't so sure about everyone else, but the more she thought about it -- her gaze traveling from one god to another, flitting to the demigods one by one. It was a calculatory gaze, similar to that of Liam's, but without the combat expertise.

She looked at the more passive voices; the children of the more peaceful and friendly gods: Cherise, Ethan, Iliana, Heath - and wondered where they might stand.

"You raised some good points in the trial. You should probably just work on execution, might get more respect that way. Are you ready to head out or what?" A much closer voice crawled through her earbuds as the song died down, just during that pause before the next one might chime in. She pulled the both of them out and looked at him pointedly, standing quietly. For the moment she hooked her arm into his but was otherwise very quiet.

They make way to the beastly, white-winged creatures and her arm untangled from Duke's own. She walked to the front, whispering something under her breath. It was enough for the horse's neck to lower so that she could give it a quick pat and some simple instructions. "I need to visit daddy dearest, so I am going to need you to get as close to the ocean as possible. Be careful with the other rider and make sure he doesn't fall off. Hmm?" Of course, speaking to equine creatures is on her list of capabilities, especially since Poseidon practically invented them. She smiles at it, and there was seemingly some acknowledgment of instruction there.

Without further adieu, she hopped on - likely with his assistance and behind him. Only then would she address his earlier comments, leaning in toward him and setting her chin on his shoulder so that her mouth might reach his ear. It wasn't anything other than the Pegasus was so fast, and the wind was incredibly loud - it was otherwise impossible to get a word in without screaming at him. ”It’s not about respect. It's about… being caught up in this millennia-old game that our parents have been playing with each other. It's about not being used. Maybe even about not falling into the same traps. If I were down there, I wouldn't want to be judged because of my godly parent." She pulled away and then gave him a tap on the side, "Hold on tight."

That said, she swung an awkward leg over and edged close to falling off of the horse. She took in a deep breath, and then - just as its hooves skim the ocean’s surface, she dove right in. The execution was flawless, and she hardly made a splash as she cut through the water.

Time to find her father and maybe figure out how to deal with all of this.



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"I’d call you repulsive, but I wouldn’t want to turn you on." Oh, but Liam was smart. He is just ill-mannered - thought he could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. There were no boundaries with him. He was like an Aphrodite child on steroids and with a dash of violence. For a mama's boy, he sure was pretty vile to the fairer sex. So, when she called him “repulsive” in that sly ‘she didn’t really want to but was thinking it’ manner, he didn’t hold it against her. In fact, he just grinned wide and cocked his head from side to side, as if thinking about that comment jokingly in the recesses of his own distorted cranium.

He leaned in close, likely as soon as she did herself, and let his eyes travel to her own, "I know I am repulsive. It doesn't turn me on, but I'm thinking that you're enjoying the attention. It's okay, though, you can pretend that you're not."

"I'm Eve. Sister of no one important," she informs him while squeezing his thigh like the conniving vixen she probably is. Not that he minded, naturally. She's a woman. He's a man. There wasn't going to be much that she could do to him otherwise. It's a sexist thought, but he wasn't exactly an upstanding gentleman rooting for the efforts of women to shed their physically inferior stereotypes. He wasn't as acutely aware that there are other ways to cause a lot of harm to someone.

Then she stood, and he just sat there. Right as he practically broke his neck from unnatural extension when he observes her rear end, she caught him. "If you want to rub against me on one of those beasts, you better help me up first." With that invitation, he all but jumps out of his seat and is well on his way toward her in a light jog, slowing as he caught him.

Not the invitation to rub on her. That was borderline sexual assault, and he knew better, but the one in which they would actually ride those Pegasus'. Now, those were some scary-ass beasts - diving and swooping in that kind of way that has even a hardass like Liam clenching his buttcheeks. Which they do notice, by the way - the horses. They know when the cheeks clench, and they seem to have taken it as a personal invitation to make the flight even more terrifying on his way to Olympus.

After all, now he has a lady that will ride with him, and he can't be seen clenching his buttcheeks.

After she approached one of the horses, his large hands grab her on either side of the waist and plop her right onto it. As for himself, he just clamors on like a hot mess. The Pegasus dreaded the weight of a man over two-hundred bounds, and with Eve joining him, this horse was going to need a godly chiropractor. He placed himself behind her so that she could be secure - a small glimmer of protective instinct flickering in an otherwise abrasive and surly guy. One of his hands grasp its white mane, the other arm snaking around her waist and ensuring that Eve was properly pressed up against him. Once he felt that all were secure, and his buttcheeks were relaxed, the beast took off.

Within moments they were on the beach, and as he had helped her up, he reaches up to assist her in dismount. Once she is settled onto the ground, he releases and then starts to walk. "What the fuck to demigods do here anyway? I mean, is it all underworld versus Olympus versus ocean, or is there some purpose?" Now that there was a conversation at hand that was not about Eve's body, he maybe looks a little less repugnant. At the same time, he's genuinely curious about the grand purpose of this place. He didn't want to be part of his father's home or his world, and he certainly did not enjoy the thought of being around a bunch of high school drama kids.

Not that he was any better. Truly.

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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Image As he escourted Liv to a pegasus in silence, she broke off and seemed to be whispering something to the horse. Strange behaviour had to be somewhat expected in a camp full of demigods so he waited back as if it were a privvy conversation. Once it concluded with Liv and the horse straightening, Duke lifted Liv on the back and climbed on, shuffling forward to assure plenty of room for the daughter of Poseidon.

She placed her chin on his shoulder and spoke to him during flight. ”It’s not about respect. It's about… being caught up in this millennia-old game that our parents have been playing with each other. It's about not being used. Maybe even about not falling into the same traps. If I were down there, I wouldn't want to be judged because of my godly parent."

Duke turned to face her as she pulled away. "I don't think they see it like that."

He didn't get the chance to explain further as she said to hold on tight and the horse lowered down by the ocean. Shit. Automatically Duke's grip tightened on the mane, ready to redirect the horse. Liv was moving around behind him and he paid a confused glance or two over his shoulder before she dove in. For a moment he looked at her diving space expecting her to surface and flag him down but he reminded himself she was a daughter of the sea and willingly dived.

He landed without a passenger which probably wasn't a good look to anyone that saw him pair with Liv. He climbed off with a huff patting the creature once, grateful that it hadn't thrown him overboard or diverted course. He walked to his cabin briskly. Duke had earned some rest and sleep.



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Image Apparently the girl wasn't used to being a first to anyone and if he cared a little more, he would have assured her she had her perks.

"You say that as if your presence is usually intolerable."

Mason smiled a little. "I'm top three of most intolerable in camp." Because even when he was approached by the odd camper or two, he had an attitude that chased them away. It's just the way he was. He couldn't help but let the coldness in his heart show.

"You don't have to be so polite," she said. She stood like a statue for some time and Mason thought her preference clear. "I just wish to avoid Sylas for as long as possible. And if you want to be alone, I understand," she answered finally.

In honesty it probably was for the best that he headed his way and she heads her own. "If you say so," he shrugged and nodded. Just as he got a step or two away, she spoke again.

"Aren't the two of you... a thing?" Mason frowned, prepared to ask for context but when he saw the big guy and Eve, he drew the lines.

Mason narrowed his eyes on small brunette. Eve and he didn't play discreet but he didn't think they particularly drew attention to themselves either. He glanced between the pair on the horse and her, tongue pressed to his cheek. "Sloane, right?" He wanted to be sure that was her name since they'd never officially met and gone through all those formalities. "How long have you been playing fly on the wall?" Mason didn't really care for her answer or retaliation so he waved it off. "Let's say it's complicated."

"I can go take Liam off her hands, if you wish to talk with her. I doubt my presence with you would make her jealous. I'm not the type of person that other women are jealous of," she said.

Mason rose a brow and looked her over. Sure her dress looked like it belonged on a fashionable older woman but Sloane wasn't ugly. Actually she could have snuck in as one of his top 4. He appreciated the offer too, more so if he actually cared about Eve. "Don't undersell yourself. But if you want to take Liam off her hands for the sake of it," Mason nodded in their direction. "I'm not really the jealous type when it comes to our relationship." And the lack of jealousy was exclusive to their relationship.

"Goodnight, Sloane." He headed off. He was in two minds, one to see Andy and another to go direct to his cabin. The latter won. Andy needed some time to cool down and so did he.

Mason pulled his tie off glad to get rid of the foresaken thing. He should have checked the underworld but he didn't want to deal with another problem for the day. Jacket and shirt came off, then he kicked his shoes off.



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Hecate| HEX: #8b9068 | Smart/Casual


Image He had a ready smile for Cherise, but it dropped when he saw the weapon she was now equipped with. A crossbow. Well it looked like it would be a nervous flight inbound and outbound. Keith rose his hands in surrender hesitantly.

“I call front this time, and maybe a nice upbeat tune. Unless you're waiting on someone, then, well - I can just hop on a flying horse with someone else. I don't want to seem like I am just clinging to the first cute face I see.”

"If you want the front and to pick the music, you can just shotgun you know?" He lowered his hands back on the horse. Then he picked up on some other certain words she said. "Cute face? Thank...thank you." Keith wanted to say her face was cute too but he wasn't good at the whole compliment business. Especially as the timing would have made it sound forced. Okay snap out of it. She probably meant nothing of it.

Keith hovered his hands out to lift her. "May I?" When Cherise was on, Keith clambered on behind her. He couldn't hug her as tight as he wanted on the rollercoaster with the crossbow in the way, so it was indeed bound to be a nervous flight back to camp as well. Before they took off, Keith brushed aside her hair softly to expose an ear and gently placed the earbud in, then handed her his music to pick a song and readied an earbud in his own ear.

He was relying heavily on company and music to distract him from the fear of falling and on uncertain angles, he would tighten his grip around her. Despite nerves etc, he did believe they made it to Camp in one piece. Being too eager to dismount, he stumbled a little, but other than that, they were dandy. "Made it again, woo." He went for the high five again before realizing he hadn't helped her down yet. "Sorry." He grinned and held out a hand for her.

"I think I'm developing a phobia of crossbows," he confessed uneasily. "You're not gonna live with that thing attached to your back, right?" That might have caused some friction in their developing relationship. A lovely girl with a crossbow was a real mixed message. The camp was already loaded with nasty, feisty and fighting demigods, she didn't have to add to those numbers.

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Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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"God, you're ever so charming. I'm sure you'll find something fun to do." she tells him, and he takes this as a compliment. There was this smug little grin on his lips because this gal was stroking his ego - and he has a relatively large ego that required daily care. No innuendo intended unless you wanted to think of it that way. Eve effortlessly dipped back into being flirtatious, and he wasn't about to be that guy that was going to not drink it all up. In fact, those blue-green eyes were pinned to the obviously plump flesh she chose to flaunt so selflessly for all of his observational needs.

He could have put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer, but something was telling him not to. Something was telling him that there needed to be some kind of distance maintained. Something - this shadow hovering in the back of his mind, was begging him to set his testosterone aside and get a grip of himself. So he does not touch her, but he does look. She was offering!

Then there was the laughter that tore away the facade of the vixen and placed her in a different persona for a moment. This one was slightly less interested and a touch goofier, which made all that blood rushing to unmentionable places retreat. Or did it? Maybe not, but it was undoubtedly confusing on both the hormonal and emotional level. "I mean, there's swimming, horse riding, nature hikes, making friendship bracelets. You're going to have a great time here," she responds to his inquiries in what he is sure is in jest.

Though Liam making friendship bracelets would be a hilarious sight.

"Being serious for a moment, you should really check on Trin. I mean, after what Theo said Wes did…"

His brows furrowed; that gaze crawling over her expectantly. He didn't know Trinity that well, but she is family to him. Just as his mind began to race with all the possibilities of what can be done to physically harm this Wes, Sloane's words whisper softly to him. Not that he can hear them in as much as they were this ephemeral thing that crawled from the recess of his mind and tamed those blindly violent thoughts to being open to reason. For a lack of a better phrase, his mind heard them. As he stared at Eve, confusion settled into his features, a hand reached up, and fingers scratched at the stubble along his jaw.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, lass, I will take care of this Wes guy. Thanks for the warning," he said finally, and before he could say anything else, the blond began to scurry away. He leaned a bit to the right to watch her rear-end, as she no doubts expected of him.

He found himself shouting, "Hey, wait! Don't you want to come to my cabin and -" He did this thing where his fingers tensed up like claws right under his chin, and he sort of growled. Why are women so fucking confusing? One minute they are flirting, the next they are leaving - it's a horrible game to play with a man as brutally honest about what he wants.

By the time Eve departed, he looked to the side and - SHIT there was a Sloane in hearing range. She must have heard everything! The man stammered because, for some reason, this dainty little thing unmanned him, "I was going to say - to make friendship bracelets." Of course, without all of the other context, it was just an out of place comment. He points in the general direction that Eve had bounced off to, but it was the wrong way.

This was all going wrong.

"I mean, we can make friendship bracelets, too. I would make friendship bracelets with anyone. Even a guy! I mean, we could have a bracelet making party in my cabin." Oh gods, he was never going to shut up, was he? What was wrong with him? Women were of no problem to Liam. He had always been confident. He didn't know how to stutter or stumble over his words because he just knew he was wanted. But now that he is staring down at her, it is like he left his body and he's having this ethereal experience of looking down at a dweeb trying to talk to a woman. He is that dweeb.

His eyes fix, not her body, but her eyes. They were like dark liquid; secretive and kind of ominous if one really delved into them. Brown eyes were kind of like that, Liam found. They were married with complementary hues - yellow, gold. He wasn't sure what to make of them. If he weren't a manly man, maybe he'd confess to finding them as disturbing as they are enthralling.

In that moment of silence, which probably looked like awkward gawking to her, he had forgotten that he meant to ask for the two names from earlier. Instead, he cleared his throat and spoke. This time, it wasn't just a bunch of vomit spewing from his addled brain and out his stupid mouth, "Can I walk you to your cabin?" After all, the day was beginning to settle down. From what little he saw during the trial, demigods were a hair away from turning against one another.



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Before the Pegasus took off, Cherise perused his music collection with a series of hmms and oh's. She would have moved her crossbow for him, of course, as to not cause him much injury. However, the thing was a tad bulky even if it was of a slender build. By the time she had settled on the song, she hadn't been able to shuffle to it in time before the winged horse takes off. That caused her to grip the device for dear life, thus the song playing ending up being "New Rules' by Dua Lipa," which she would totally sing the lyrics as they flew and maybe even bounce around a bit in that sort of dance one does in a car.

She's just that kind of gal - the one that dances in a car, or in this case, on a flying horse. Cherise seemed like a genuinely happy person, but it was maybe too comfortable on her that it could make anyone question what it was about life that was so joyous.

The ride was over in a short time, and she took his hand and slid off. Reaching for the earbud in her ear, she plucked it out and offered it to him. "I think I'm developing a phobia of crossbows," he confessing, moving on to question her. "You're not gonna live with that thing attached to your back, right?"

Once he has his earbud, she retracts her hand, and the smile faded from her lips. Her eyes averted to the sand that her heels sunk into. She just sort of stared at it all for a second. Since the moment he bumped into her, or she into him, it seemed he had been waiting for something horrible to happen. Even worse, for her to do something terrible to him. Something that she never gave him any reason to believe. Something someone else gave him a reason to believe. It wasn't that she faulted him, but it still felt awkward that he's implying that the weapon was in the hands of someone that shouldn't have it. That only the bad guys could have them.

One of her hands rub at her arms, and after she gives things a moment or two to come into clear thought, she takes in a deep breath, looks up and him, and smiles gently. Her tone is soft and warm, as though trying her best to be reassuring and soothing. At the same time, she couldn't tell him lies. She wasn't going to paint the picture of this sweetly smiling girl that didn't have a bone in her body dedicated to survival.

"I - um, I think you and I have some kind of chemistry. Whether it's friendly, or..." she opens, letting that trail off into the unknown. "We just met, but I like you, Keith. I want to be friends, but that means you have to be friends with more than just my sunshine." A sigh fell from her lips, her gaze venturing over her shoulder at the calm waters behind them. Other Pegasuses were dropping off their passengers, demigods were walking this way and that way. "I'm a daughter of Apollo, and I've studied and practiced archery all my life. I don't know why, but rich people love archery. I'm really good at it. If I were going to use it to kill someone, I would have done that a long time ago to someone that really hurt me badly. I didn't because that's not the kind of person I am."

She tilted her head to the side, making sure that he was listening to her - looking for signs that he understood her. "I'm a healer, first and foremost. I have some other manipulation, but I don't even know where to start with that one. When my father told me I would be coming here, I decided to bring my bows with me. I'm a good person that knows the worst things happen to the most vulnerable people. I guess I just want to be able to be that person that I wish I had to help me when I was vulnerable to someone else. Sometimes that means that the good guys have to have the big guns. Or in this case, the big bows."

She paused so that he could get a word or two in if he needed to, or not. She'd continue anyway, "I think, Keith, that you need to trust someone. You can't spend your whole life believing that everyone you meet is going to attack you. There are good people. We are never going to truly know anyone, but you can take the risk - compact bow and all, and get to know me. Maybe I can even teach you some archery." By this time, she's walking backward toward the woods and the cabins.

"I'll see you later," she waves at him, turning away to head to her cabin.

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse
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Hades | HEX: #05105E | Outfit

Image She went on about a pillow fight which she should have saved for a lesbian lover , and seven minutes in heaven which would probably come soon enough in camp. His physical reaction was a roll of his eyes.

“You know, I admire your restraint.” That surprised him. “Pete’s been a major tosser lately, but if someone hurt him, I’d ripping their fucking head off. Well- I’d make someone else do it cause I’m not some hot-headed idiot. And we both know people like me and you wouldn’t get some bullshit trial like Alex.”

Mason nodded along. "Who would you get to do your dirty work then?" She probably didn't think about it beyond just getting someone else to do it. Unless she was talking literally ripping their head off, then that deducted it to one of Ares's kids.

There was hardly time for him to care about her answer. “Now, are you planning on putting a top on?” she said, placing her hands on his thighs and kissing his jaw. He smirked a little to himself. “Or is that just one less thing to take off later?”

Mason drew her in, cupping the back of her head and kissing her, prying her lips open with his own. He then pulled her on top of him, helping her straddle his lap. "You're not a virgin are you, princess?" he taunted and slipped his hand under her clothes, before grabbing the hem of the material and peeling it all away. Mason laid a kiss or two on her exposed body then returned to her mouth. He gradually shifted on top of her. Poor girl would have to deal with couch sex.


As much of a bitch she was, the girl had a great body. He knew that with her clothes on but naked was much better. During sex it was easy to relish in. Plus, she wasn't nutty or clingy, expecting a commitment from him. Mason caught his breath. "Alright, time for you to leave." There were no nice ways to say it to a girl you just screwed. But Mason gave her the full brief in the beginning, "no sleepovers". He got up, pulling on some boxers and helped her collect her items of clothing, but any more compliments or generosity for the day and he'd make himself sick, even if it was in order to get her out faster. Mason escorted her right to the door, giving her a last look over. "See you." Feeling satisfied for the night, thanks to a little fix of blonde minx, he blew her a kiss and closed the door after her. If he weren't tired he'd a suggest a round two, but he waited a while before dosing off to sleep.



Mason yawned and stretched out to face another crappy day. He didn't get out of bed right away seeing as the day promised nothing but a shit storm. He reluctantly got changed in order to try beat peak hour at the hall and eat his substance before it was littered with demigods. Still, his mind was in another space, trying to imagine what he'd do if a Valis came in first or what happened last night at the trial. Stupid. And what if he saw Andy? He felt dirty again, not even able to touch more than a mouthful of food.



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Hecate| HEX: #8b9068 | Next Day


Image Cherise looked slightly uncomfortable before a gentle smile finally graced her features and she began talking again. "I - um, I think you and I have some kind of chemistry. Whether it's friendly, or..." Keith frowned, unsure of where she was going or what it had to do with her beloved crossbow. "We just met, but I like you, Keith. I want to be friends, but that means you have to be friends with more than just my sunshine."

Oh. Had he offended her accidentally? He didn't mean to and he didn't want to give the impression he used her company for sunshine purposes only. "I..I'm fully aware a person isn't one dimensional," he began in defence, though her eyes were elsewhere.

"I'm a daughter of Apollo, and I've studied and practiced archery all my life. I don't know why, but rich people love archery. I'm really good at it. If I were going to use it to kill someone, I would have done that a long time ago to someone that really hurt me badly. I didn't because that's not the kind of person I am."

Keith nodded, returning to his frowning state. He supposed there was some assurance in the fact that she could have killed this 'someone' that hurt her but didn't. "I'm sorry," he offered quietly. Sorry to hear that someone had harmed her in the first place and that he had insulted her character.

"I'm a healer, first and foremost. I have some other manipulation, but I don't even know where to start with that one. When my father told me I would be coming here, I decided to bring my bows with me. I'm a good person that knows the worst things happen to the most vulnerable people. I guess I just want to be able to be that person that I wish I had to help me when I was vulnerable to someone else. Sometimes that means that the good guys have to have the big guns. Or in this case, the big bows." His own experiences were hurdles - no big brick walls, but he had to get through it otherwise he was going to self-sabotage any decent relationship he could get. And the good guys were completely entitled to bring their own weapons to retaliate with.

Her pause and eyes seemed to be an invitation for him to speak up and he did. "I have no doubt you're a woman of many talents and crossbows don't trigger themselves. I'm just used to...-" He huffed out. No matter what he said his words wouldn't come out in the right way. "Everybody here trains to use their powers or other gifts against others. So, it's what I'm accustomed to." Keith shrugged, his eyes suddenly fascinated in the sand. Cherise didn't deserve such a category as everybody else and Keith realised that but bad intentions could lurk in others and she could become the weapon.

"I think, Keith, that you need to trust someone. You can't spend your whole life believing that everyone you meet is going to attack you. There are good people. We are never going to truly know anyone, but you can take the risk - compact bow and all, and get to know me. Maybe I can even teach you some archery." Keith pulled a sorry excuse for a smile as Cherise backed away, leaving him in his own company and thoughts to dwell. "I'll see you later." She waved and spun around, gradually disappearing from vision.

With all said and done, Keith sighed and put his hands on his hips and hung his head down. "I really don't like bows," he said to himself as if his problem was with the singular weapon and not lack of trust.


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Sleep wasn't all the peaceful being riddled with what Hecate said then Cherise. Keith took himself to the hall, travelling on autopilot. Once inside, he caught sight of the red hair meaning help. Keith rushed over as if he had other people to race to Evelyn's table. He sat across from her, scooting as close as he could. "Evelyn, hi. I was wondering...um...first that you look nice today and how you're doing?" Keith asked, before the real rushed blabbering came out in a hushed voice, "Then I was wondering if you could maybe...sort of help me out. I've been told to bury deep and have words with people from last year but I...don't know where to start. I want help figuring out what's wrong with me, but I don't know where to begin. I'm lost," he confessed. Lost in so many ways.

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens
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xapollo | hex: #fa8072 | running outfitx
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Cherise typically woke around that time no one else would even think to call a morning. By the time she fed herself something quick and easy - an instant packet of oats - pulled herself into a sports bra and pants, and tugged on her running shoes, the sun was just barely cracking through the darkness.

With earbuds in, she left the confines of her cabin and proceeded to get her early morning run out of the way. The first path she took was unbeaten; a rarely traveled space through the trees where she crunched the twig-laden ground noisily, caught a glimpse of some early rising fauna and the freshly rising sun. She had only been here for a day and a half, but part of settling in had been to scope out the places of the camp that were passive and refreshing to run through. After all, the last thing she needed was to see other demigods before her first sip of coffee, and even worse - before she could put on some make-up and actually brush that mop she called hair.

This path would take her for miles, and she was already reaping the benefits of a solitary run. It washed away the nightly terror of having to close her eyes and be reminded of the life she was trying to leave behind.

She'd stand someplace, a clearing that overlooked the beach, with her hands on her hips. Cherise breathed in the crisp of saline air, smiled, and turned right around to go back. This time, she'd make the jog to the hall to grab an actual meal, given all of the time that has gone by. Maybe an hour and a half, at most. She led herself back to the path of the cabins, now running through them. Her head looked this way and that, observing who was coming and who was leaving. There was probably honestly not much to see at this point and time - it was still much too early to think about being alive.

A cabin catches her eyes, and she brings herself to a slow stop. One of her hands reaches up so that fingers could pluck one of her earbuds out as if she needed to hear something before approaching. Her brows knit curiously together because the cautious walk up the porch stairs painted the picture of something gone wrong. A door was clinging to its hinged, and it was obvious that something had gone awry at some point. It was still slightly ajar, but as she brushes a hand over the other arm, she remembers what Keith told her about Demigods using their training against their peers.

It was Sylas' cabin. Not that she knew it.

She stepped up to the door, pushing it open just enough to not break it any more than it had been. She didn't know who lived here, and something about this cabin gave her the creeps. Maybe it was just the sinister air that the unknown gave off; a chill that bristled the hair at the back of her neck. But this was what she was here for - to help others, and maybe someone inside needed that help.

"H-hello?" Her voice just barely parts the silent space as her head pokes in a little bit. Both of her hands clung to the door, her body still outside as though whatever was inside might come at her. "I was just -" she began, her soft tones cracking the more nervous she became. But Cherise could be brave. Fake it till you make it, she always tells herself. So she gave her voice a little more umph, and called out, "Does someone in here need any help? It's, um, Cherise. Apollo's daughter." Not that anyone knew who she was with the exception of Keith, Liam, and Liv. She was aware of Liam only because he liked to stare at her when she jogged past his cabin - the pervert.

Then she stepped fully inside. More like inched her way in. Something was trying to tell her that maybe going inside wasn't the greatest idea, but she's also compelled by the thought that there may be someone in need.

"Maybe no one's home," she told herself, not daring to venture any farther into someone else's space. She turns around to head back out, still just as confused as when she entered.




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Liam's night was not unlike Sloane's own. It ws restless and uncertain. By the time he woke up, it was fresh off of maybe after just having fallen asleep an hour or two ago. It was one part the couch being a touch too small for him, and another part a woman lying in his bed in fear and tears. His cabin's energy was intense, and the emotions came from the two of them all at once. Even the dog felt it.

He rose from his half on the couch and half on the floor state and moved to get his dog some food. He bent over to pick up the bowl and tiredly opened a can to scoop it out. As he poured the food into the basin, he brought the back of another palm up to stifle a weary yawn. He set the food down, cracked open his front door so the pup could go on its own recognizance, and stepped out himself.

And just in time to see Cherise run by with her sports bra all bouncy and whatnot, too. One good thing. He scoffed as she covered up her chest and gave him the middle finger. Classy lady. He just gave her a lecherous smug grin, but she wasn't his type - too happy. Even nice breasts couldn't make up for her intolerably jovial personality.

Oh, but Sloane - right. Not that she was his type, either, but she's here in his cabin and he never even had the decency to make sure she wasn't injured. Hell, he didn't recall noticing because he was so angry. He could have killed that fucker, and next time he just might. Just before he turned to head back inside, he noticed that the Apollo girl stopped short of Sylas' cabin. He should probably tell her not to go in there, but she's too far away to shout at.

She'd be okay. Cherise didn't have a punchable face or personality, but he does make a note of it. Just in case.

He finally went back into his cabin and walked toward the hallway, stopping short of actually continuing. He could hear her shuffling about in there, which meant that she was likely awake. She probably didn't get herself much rest at all, and he didn't blame her.

He knocked at the door once he approached, giving Sloane an opportunity to make herself decent if she wasn't already. He'd enter only when she told him that it was fine, or if she said nothing at all - well, he warned her with plenty of time.

He sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched slightly, and both hands dangling crisscrossed at the wrists over his spread out thighs. His shoes tapped the ground, and there was silence for a second or two. He didn't look exactly at her, maybe it was just a little bit of shame. He couldn't remember the last time he looked like a monster, and he has seen himself in a state of rage before. He may not have noticed her wounds, but he did notice that she looked terrified back at her own cabin, and an inkling of his mind thought that it was in part due to him.

However, he did look over his shoulders just enough to snare her figure in his peripheral vision, "How are you doing?" he asked, even though there had been another question at the tip of his tongue. A serious one, at that.

He was still in the same clothes from yesterday; disheveled and in desperate need of the shower calling his name nearby.

"Do you have friends to stay with?" He then inquired, believing that he wasn't the best alternative to other peers. He was better than Sylas, but he was aware that he lacked a lot of things that made him intolerable to be around, much less live with.

"Not that I am kicking you out, Sloane. You can stay until... you want to leave, I suppose. Your choice. But,"
his expression and tone took on a slightly comical note, "we are going to have to share the bed because that couch is not having me. It's okay if you are a blanket thief, but I draw the line at snoring and drooling."

He was just a funny guy.

Not really.



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Liv had also awoken sort of early, and like Mason, to beat the horde of malicious Demigods that would soon be stirring and coming up with new ways to piss everyone off. It was of utmost importance that the beginning of her day was not marred by the pessimism and dismay as the end of yesterday had been. Maybe, just maybe she was also trying to avoid Trinity.

After a lot of self-reflection, she realized that it was best to let the camp cannibalize itself while she sits back and does nothing. Life was always more manageable that way. Maybe that's why her father preferred the ocean life - far removed from everyone else's shitty drama. It was like the gods, themselves, were reborn again, and their epic battles were now that of their children. History repeats, or so they say.

She put a book in her hand in hopes that it would inspire fewer people to open up to conversation with her. To make sure that she appeared extra nerdy for the ones that just love to come up and converse regardless of obvious avoidance of the other person, it was Blood Meridian, by Cormac McCarthy. Surely no one would talk to anyone that would read that - if any of these people were smart enough to read anyway.

She grabbed her food while she held her book up to her face with one hand and sat down by herself. Did she notice Mason? Yes. However, after the trial, she was pretty sure he wanted to avoid her as much as she did him. She also saw the new redhead, but since Mason became the object of her attention - well, there goes that.

She was content to sit, read, and eat in peace.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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Son of Zeus || Hex: Green Outfit: XXX


Image ~Okay Ajax, I'll ride with you, but I won't be able to talk with you until we get back to camp.~ That was fine by him since he needed to go over his own thoughts anyway about the entire trial. Seeing everything his sister had done due to manipulation, and the feeling of not being able to protect her from it in the first place. He blamed himself, yet again.

~Lia is my nickname. So, after you I guess?~

He could tell she was finding it awkward, or that she was feeling anxious about the entire situation he had invited her into, but she would be ago once he had given her the time to warm up to him.

Ajax motioned his head to the horse with a smile. "Ladies first." he carefully took hold of her waist and hoisted her up onto the horse's back before hopping on behind her, before he took the reins and chuckled as he felt her tense up slightly with his arms either side of her. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you, or throw you off mid-flight. I promise. That's only for those who start singing annoying songs." he joked, knowing that she wouldn't be able to with being quiet. It wasn't long before they were back at Camp. The horse executed its landing perfectly before he hopped off and helped Iliana down gently. "See, wasn't so bad was it?" he asked, and gave her shoulder a gentle, comforting rub. "I swear I'm not all Mr.Angry."

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The following day, Ajax woke with the feeling that he hadn't slept that well. The trial still lingering in his head, the feeling of his own girlfriend hating him more than ever, and how everyone was going to be now Alex was free.

There was always going to be tension in the air no matter what, and after yesterday... they needed something normal. Something that could at least allow them to relax for a little while Maybe a beach party like last year? It would be easy to set up. Daniel was the only person, so far, that he knew was enthusiastic about music, or maybe they could set up a cushioned area on the beach, huge fabric screen to watch a horror movie or something like that?

He got out of bed and put on some clean clothes after quickly using the bathroom to wash etc, and headed outside and headed towards the canteen to get some breakfast.

He sat in the far corner by himself, for now, hoping that he wasn't looking unapproachable to those who needed him as the staff announcement came through the speakers. "As soon as you can, head to the staff cabin and vote for the poll that is pinned outside. Movie night and games with drinks and food, or Just a traditional Campfire, music, games, drinks and food." the speakers squeaked slightly as they turned off, and Ajax remained to enjoy his morning cereal of cornflakes. He had voted for the movie night.

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