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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.



F O R T I T U D O
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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

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
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Location: Party
Mood: Drunk
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Theo walked through the crowd slowly, back towards the food and refreshments area. He honestly just wanted another beer, but he didn't mind running a quick errand for a couple of girls. Honestly, the mood he was in, he would probably do just about anything that was asked of him. He grabbed two beers, a couple of burgers, and approached Rae and Nelly again.

"Ah, here you are. Finally. What took you so long? Did you have to kill the cow and cook it first?"

Theo laughed. Drunk Theo enjoyed the simple things, especially the playfulness of an attractive female. "Nope... just had to scale Mt. Olympus and let Zeus bless the food first. That way it would be extra good," Theo let the sarcasm drip in his tone.

Theo watched as Rae looked around curiously. She looked like a woman on a mission, something he could appreciate. The redhead turned to him, "Iliana and my Sun Child, Cherise. I'm the only one allowed to call her Sun Child, however - but you look like you could use a little dash of sunshine, and she's cute. And available. Very available."

Well that was interesting. Theo was pretty sure he had been hitting on Rae, not asking her to play matchmaker. He took a deep breath. Deciding to go with the flow, he looked over at Cherise just as she dropped just about everything she was holding. He stifled a laugh. The girl smiled at him, almost begging for him to ignore the fact that his first impression of her was embarrassing. "Hi, I'm Cherise." She was cute. Theo would admit that. He shot her a smile back, glancing between her and Rae before extending a hand towards Cherise. "I'm Theo."

Theo was slightly confused. He had been chasing Trinity for quite some time at this point, and he had become unused to the idea of multiple prospects in front of him. His intoxication level was also increasing by the sip. He settled in as Penelope asked Rae her name. It wasn't long before Daniel came to get Cherise. Well, that only left him and Rae. He turned back to her.

"You know, a pretty smile like yours should never end up alone at the end of a party like this. I imagine you could pick which ever one of these guys you would want, Theo let out a suggestive smile, studying her reaction. Being so observant was his curse as a child of Artemis, even in this drunk state.

Speaking of being observant, out of the corner of his eye, Theo caught sight of Cherise handing the bottle to Trinity. He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, trying to focus on Rae.

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Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse
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"Playing big bad wolf is fun and all but then you gotta kill little red at some stage before she gets smart and calls the axeman." Sylas gave a nod of his head in a silent touché. He watched Mason lean toward Trinity, speaking a little quieter so no one heard them discussing murder... casually. "With great difficulty is my answer. She deserves a little torment before death, kind of like what Sylas is saying."

Trinity appeared to nearly take his hand, then he was rejected as she adjusted in her seat. Sylas smirked slightly, even managing a little chuckle. Well, she was fun. "I know. I'm Trinity." His left brow quirked slightly as her gaze slowly moved to the bruises on his neck. Was she... smiling? So the tally was at two Ares children who'd be glad to see his head on a pike. But he just returned her smile with his own. Well played Liam. "That looks like it hurt. Did it do any damage to your windpipe or voice box?"

Sylas grinned and laughed at her question. "No, I'm perfectly fine." He raised his drink to his lips, sipping for a moment before he continued. "Last night's company just got a little... carried away with the foreplay. I'm sure you know what that's like with Winter Solider over there." He motioned his head in the general direction of Wes. She knew it was a lie, he knew it was a lie. But he still quirked a brow toward her. It was a trap. No matter how she answered, he would have the upper hand. But Sylas would love to watch her search for a decent response. Probably an eye roll.

"I deal with death and destruction. My powers are on the unwelcomed terms of usage but they're still in me." Mason took Trinity's dagger and turned it to dust in a blink. Interesting.

"A shame," was all Sylas said as he raised his glass to his lips.

He gauged Mason's reaction at the sight of Andy exiting the closet. Indifferent. Of course, it'd probably be much different if she came out in a state of array with another man that was not Ajax and definitely not him either. But Rapunzel didn't seem the type to take advantage of a moment with a beautiful lady. "Yeah, apparently you made the most of your time in there too. Didn't know she had it in her."

Sylas shrugged, smiling more genuine this time. "Would you believe me if I said she made the first move?" He quirked a brow toward Mason. Of course, the womanizing conversation of two men who've recently enjoyed the company of a lady irritated Trinity. She used her hand to pretend to blow her brains out.

"We just mean it's a bonus to liplock with a demigoddess than waste time talking. Plus, it's actually a good way to get to know someone," Mason said, looking towards him for reassurance.

"That I can agree with. Flirting with someone, invading their personal space... They get flustered. It's harder for them to lie and," he added, pointing with his index finger. "People like to talk when they're happy." Sylas gave Trinity a cheeky grin. It took a special type of person to make that blonde happy and divulge anything. She was locked up tighter than a chastity belt. The only way he could ever get anything from someone like her was through someone else or his powers. But he could imagine the secrets that'd flow from her lips when someone like Mr. Universe tickled her fancy.

"It's also a great tool for jealousy. I mean... if you wanna see who cares and cause a little pain on them like they've done to you..." Sylas nodded his head in agreement with Mason's final comment.

"Just how much have you had to drink?"

"If you want to lose steam without every do gooder and snob jumping on you, Daniel's here. So is Andy."

"Andy is. Daniel, not so much." Mason then pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, offering one to the feisty blonde. Trinity quickly snatched up the pack and then held them out toward Sylas. He raised a brow curiously as he slowly reached out his free hand to take them. "You can take the whole pack. It's on me. Otherwise, it's going in the trash anyway."

Sylas slid the cigarettes into his breast pocket, smirking toward Mason. The son of Hades knew where to get them back when the angsty blonde left their company. His attention then turned back to the closet as Cherise and... Keith? walked out looking more disheveled than anyone prior had. He let his gaze drift over toward Mason, raising his brows in curiosity. This was turning into an interesting night indeed.

He watched as Cherise made her way back toward the crowd of campers, stopping beside Trinity. She handed the bottle off nonchalantly to the blonde before tucking in her blouse. When Sylas caught her gaze for just a brief moment, he flashed her a playful wink. So much pent up sexual tension at this camp. He was half surprised an orgy didn't break out on the beach. But he knew full well it end in murder if that happened. Oh would it be fun though.

"I guess it's your turn to get groped in the closet... I hope they're a good kisser." He smiled, raising his glass toward Trinity in a silent toast.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse
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Sylas wasn't in her face but it felt like he was. His voice, his presence, his perfectly fine response all deserved to have his ass beaten. If she wasn't so repulsed by him and his commentary she might have suggested they whisk away and then she could accidentally get "carried away" choking him until he stopped breathing.

Suddenly a bottle hovered in her direction, but it wasn't the kind with any liquor in it. “Good luck.” She scowled taking the bottle from the brunette so she could be gone and the bottle out of her sight. What the hell gave the impression she wanted to be confined in a closet with somebody when she sat with her back to the circle? What did Trinity do to this girl to deserve it?

“I guess it's your turn to get groped in the closet... I hope they're a good kisser.”

Trinity's cold glare shifted to him. “As long as it's not you, I'm sure I'll have a great time.” Then she gave another one of her famous cold smiles. “I decide what happens to my body, when, where and how.” Sylas and Mason could have fun with the girls that dropped their panties the moment a guy invaded the personal space bubble.

Figuring it best to get over with, she swivelled around, sprang to her feet and spun the stupid bottle. Whoever it landed on was guaranteed a shit time. An even worse time if they invaded what little space Trinity would have left in the closet and a broken hand if they went for any groping.

What luck that it landed on Eve's back. Behind Eve's back was Wes. Supposedly one of the best kissers with his skill trades of Aphrodite. She headed on over to him and the blonde that couldn't be shaken.

"Look, let me get to the point, you want Trinity, but she’s not sure. Or whatever the problem is." Eve kept one hand on Wes's shoulder, while her other was outstretched toward him, palm up. "I can help, one little squiz at your destiny and you’ll know if she’s in it. Isn’t that what she needs, a little reassurance?"

"I think you need to learn how to mind your own business," Wes said as he pushed her hand away. Eve made damn sure the only thing in his line of sight was her, so he had no idea that Trinity had spun the bottle nor that she was approaching. Gods, did he just want her to leave him alone. It was her fault he's been digging his own grave with Trin for days now. "Watermelon." Wes didn't yell it, but he had a feeling the daughter of Ares had an eye on him ever since the minx graced him with her presence.

Trinity was always angry so it's not that it didn't trigger a violent thought or two but she was more exasperated with tonight. Trinity grabbed Eve's shoulder, spinning her around abruptly to face her.

"That was fast," Wes said rhetorically with a quiet laugh.

“Listen, this goes two ways. Either we go in the closet and it just might be the last thing you see, or you get out the way and let me take Wes.” That was Trinity projecting back the fuck off to the best of her ability. She grabbed Wes's arm, prompting him up. “Come on, up and at 'em.” In another fluid tug, Trinity sent them on the path to the closet before she could give Mason's shit girlfriend a makeover. Eve must have craved one, turning black and blue with a few missing teeth.

Wes raised his eyebrows in entertainment as Trinity proceeded to threaten Eve. He didn't even quite realize at first that it meant she had spun the bottle... and it subsequently landed on him, or the she devil. She took his hand and gave his arm a tug. His free hand pushed off his knee as he stood. "Yes ma'am."

Once a distance away from others, she let Wes go. She'd like to apologize for making things uncomfortable earlier with Liam but she couldn't and wasn't sorry. “At least it's you I have to pash.” She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. “Isn't that how it works? You get crammed in a closet and everyone expects you to make out without reservation?” She scoffed and stepped into the closet. “Apparently it's supposed to turn into the fucking discovery channel.”

Wes had to duck to get into the closet and saying it was a tight squeeze was an understatement. He was a bulky guy and fairly tall, but he couldn't help but think of poor Liam trying to cram in here without looking like the hulk in a clown car. "I guess so," he responded to the question vaguely as he adjusted in the narrow space. The closet wasn't much wider than the width of his shoulders and he tried his best to not encroach on her personal bubble. It wasn't working very well. "I'm honestly not that surprised. The sexual tension is this place is palpable." Although Wes never used his powers, there were some he couldn't switch off. Being able to sense others romantic and sexual energies was one of them.

Finding a comfortable but defiant position was a task. She leaned her back against the wall, crossed her arms, stood straight, shifted around until she called it quits. The closet really was too small. “You know, you're a real pain in my ass. I'm trying to work on my impulse control and you and your stupid handsome face, and your stupid charms are just...” she clenched her fist in the air and growled. He attracted women like flies and she thought about him too much.

Was that supposed to be an insult or a weird back handed compliment? His gaze fell slightly. Wes couldn't control the whole Aphrodite attraction thing. He wondered if she was talking about the other girls at camp like Eve... or herself. Maybe she was playing off any feelings she may or may not have to his... charm? He didn't know. Wes stopped trying to connect the dots or understand the layers of meanings behind a woman's words.

Trinity let out a breath slowly knowing it wasn’t his fault. She looked him over defeated. But that defeat slowly and gradually turned into an idea. Everything throughout the day came together to inspire her masterplan. Trinity was too hard on Wes, she was too angry, Eve was all over Wes, the intimacy expectations in the closet. She smirked. “Since you blew off our date, I cleaned your cabin and presumably, you spent the day with another woman, I think it's only fair you owe me something.” She shrugged off her leather jacket, keeping her eyes on Wes. She pulled her hair to one side then turned her back to him. “A massage,” she checked over her shoulder and grinned.

He wanted to debate the subject, say she was pissed at him which was solid enough of a reason to not try to follow up on a date. But it wasn't worth arguing about. It was both of their fault. Wes's brows furrowed as he watched Trinity slip out of her jacket. He kept his gaze locked with hers until she had her back to him. He let out a soft laugh and a weak nod of his head at the demand. His hands rose, then froze as they hovered over her shoulders. He stared at the mix of flesh and mechanical, then withdrew slightly.

He was not able to slip out of his own jacket as easily as Trinity but eventually managed to be free of it. His left hand then moved under his shirt and started unfastening the straps that kept his new arm attached. It took a moment before Wes was able to remove the prosthetic and placed it on the shelf overhead. No one wants a massage from a machine and part of him didn't like the idea of touching her with anything besides his real authentic self. Even if that meant he was absent an arm. "I may need your help to get that back on," he said quietly as his hand finally rested on her left shoulder.

Wesley's hands were most qualified to touch her because she accepted his touch for starters, and they actually felt nice. He was one of the few she could trust with her back turned. She closed her eyes rolling out her shoulders gently. “It's my 7 minutes in heaven. If I'm feeling kind, I can repay the favour, after the party.”

What did that mean? Wes tried not to let the slightly suggestive comment throw him off. Although it definitely made his heart skip a beat as he swallowed. But he didn't argue with her request. Trinity knew full well he'd do anything she asked of him, including releasing the tension in her shoulders rather than making out in a cramped closet. Wes found himself smiling slightly from the smell of her hair and their closeness as his thumb gently massaged her shoulders and then the back of her neck.

She rested her head back on his chest, gazing up at him then slowly extended her arm to reach out and play with his hair. Well, mess up really, and it wouldn't be long until Wes gathered she didn't have a fixation with his hair. He laughed as his face scrunched up, but he didn't stop her.

She spun around to face him and rubbed down his arm and chest. “What do you think? Marked up enough or more Trinity was here?” she was only half kidding.

"Well, that depends. What message are you trying to send? Are you claiming your territory? Or just wanting it to look like we played along?" Wes grinned as his hand slowly ran down her arm, pulling her a little closer as it hooked around her waist. He leaned down slightly as his palm rested upon the small of her back. His head lowered, shifting to the right of her own. He placed a gentle kiss on her neck just below her ear, letting his lips linger there for a brief moment. Then he raised his head and his fingers curled around the fabric of her shirt at the base of her back. "No one will believe it if you're not disheveled too," he said with a hint of a smile as he began to untuck her shirt.

Words were lost when Wes brought her in closer and laid a kiss on her neck. She grinned enduring the time his lips were there, even when she wanted to recoil because it was sensitive. Then Wes started to pull her shirt, one-handed and she arched her brow but decided to trust him. “A woman can't pounce on a man, leaving him defenceless?” Trinity shook her head and tutted dramatically then smiled. “My intention was to claim you were off-limits,” she poked his solid chest, “because women can't keep to themselves around you.”

Wes kept his hand on the small of her back once he finished adjusting her own appearance. He smiled as he looked down at her, his voice a whisper. "You know I'm yours. But I wouldn't argue to you claiming me." He laughed softly as he teased her.

They were on a time restraint in the closet, she almost forgot it couldn't be wasted bickering and teasing him. Trinity cupped the back of his neck giving him a kiss for no other reason than because she wanted to. Then replaced her lips on his neck with a smile. She chuckled there. “Okay, cupid, tell me how'd I do.” She kissed over his pulse point, using his body for leverage then pulled away to admire her work. Hopefully, a little bruise would pop up soon but maybe there was more technique to hickeys, more sucking or teeth required.

He was surprised at the sudden kiss, but it wasn't unwanted. Wes was happy to stand there, returning the kiss for as long as she wanted. Then Trinity's mouth moved to his neck. He wasn't expecting that. He could feel heat rise to his cheeks and chills run down his spine. His breathing got a little heavier with the kiss on his neck and her own playful laugh. Wes couldn't fight the smile on her lips as she pulled away. "I guess we'll find out."

Trinity cleared her throat. “Just getting even.” It felt like the ghost of his lips were still on her neck and he needed a little love bite, some actual marking.

7 minutes were up and Trinity bent down to pick up their jackets while Wes could go high and get his arm. “Trade you,” she said holding out his jacket for the arm. With all the emotions of camp, Trinity had forgotten to ask him about his feelings on the prosthetic arm so while she tried to equip him with a foreign limb, she spoke. “Do you like it or does it feel strange?” She hovered her hands around the object half-expecting she had done it wrong.

Wes was patient, even helping by showing her where the straps went to secure the new arm. Once it was fastened in place, he flexed and extended it as much as possible in the small closet to make sure it felt right. "It uh, throws me off balance. I got used to only having one arm... I have to be careful, gentle. It's stronger than I thought it'd be." As he spoke, he wiggled the fingers of the mechanical prosthetic. "Maybe I'll be able to fight better." He smiled and laughed.

She patted his back sending him on his way to choose somebody else with the bottle while she headed over to a log.

He took his jacket and threw it over his shoulder, feeling a little too hot to put it back on quite yet. Wes smiled toward Trinity before adjusting his path toward the fire. He scooped up the bottle into his hand, then glanced around at the campers. He nearly took it over to Liam, but seeing him with a particular small brunette convinced him not to be a cock block. That would just be a dick move. Then there was Alex or maybe Duke. He wiggled the bottle in his fingers until his gaze settled on a dark sullen looking dude that Wes couldn't remember talking to.

He walked right on over to the guy, then held out the bottle in greeting. "I don't think we've met, but you look like you could use a smile." Wes gave Pete a pat on the shoulder and left him to see what fate had in store for the closet.

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ImageA look around the beach made him spy with his little eye the prince of Athens on his lonesome.

He poked up a finger to Cherise, unsure if she'd see it or not while he headed to Ajax. So moody, so serious, so unfestive. Daniel cleared his throat from behind Ajax and put on his best villain voice. "The ruler to be all alone, vulnerable, right for the overthrow or is it abduction I might benefit more from." Daniel put his chin in his hand stroking his imaginary moustache. Yeah, he wasn't sure what evil people wanted these days. Money, sex, power, were basically the big categories then they could all have little sub-branches.

Daniel smiled at Ajax and sat across from him in the sand. "Hey boss, how you doing?" He held out his hand for a sandy shake. "You know I've been thinking, literally just then, I think I want kids, but not full time. More like hang out for a bit then can get rid of them in a few hours - an uncle! When am I going to be an uncle?" he gestured in Andy's direction. Half uncles didn't sound like a thing. Probably because they just went by Uncle and no one knew the difference. "If he has more witchy powers - and I really think it's going to be a boy, I could definitely help out. I mean even if we want to crack the whip a little in this camp, I could conjure a monster. I've really wanted to try a kraken," he confessed, tapping on his knees. But then that would be an exercise heavily relied upon by Liv and the drowning of camp fellows would be on him.

Then finally he realized he didn't give Ajax the chance to speak. He bowed his head and waved to the grandmaster for him to speak.

Looking to move past awkwardness, silence and scoldings, he perked up again. "So how do you get bottle immunity anyway? Every other person is playing." He threw his thumb back to the circle. "Even Alex's- " he did a double-take. Wasn't that the guy Alex was snogging leaving with a redhead? "boyfriend went in the closet with another girl...What is with the people on camp these days!?" he demanded. People snuck into the closet and got all messy so far, but even the people with partners helped themselves. Or Slenderman and Dark Dude were never an item with their counterparts, just looked at them like they wanted to nail them most. "The mouth just isn't a sacred thing anymore." Daniel concluded shaking his head.

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Daniel saluted when he was handed the bottle. "Andy, Evie. Evie, Andy," he said as he motioned between herself and the red head he was previously dancing with. "Evie helped bring me back. And Mason. And, uh, dancing isn't in the Hecate genes so don't expect much from this one."

"Andy is it?" She turned her attention toward her present company. With a friendly smile, Andy nodded her head in acknowledgement. "I'm just checking because typically I go by Evelyn, and suddenly it's Evie. He also once introduced a demigod to me as Summer."

She laughed, shaking her head at the comment. "That sounds like Daniel." It was strange having him back. And according to him, this red head was part of the reason he came back at all. "I don't know how you helped him become... him again. But thanks," she said quietly, but her appreciation was genuine. "And don't worry. I don't have my brother's pension for nicknames. Evelyn it is."

"Help me out a little with the dancing comment. Is it that you won't dance, or him being foolish?"

She laughed, rolling her eyes slightly. "Daniel just likes to think he's the Gods' gift to the camp. He knows full well I can dance. I just choose not to peacock everywhere."

Andy watched her brother join the rest of the campers and spin his bottle. After the first go it landed on Theo along with a gaggle of women. Daniel went to spin it again, and surprisingly it landed on the same group the second time. He looked over at her, giving her an accusing glance. Andy's face scrunched up as she shrugged her shoulders. She didn't blame him for thinking it was her, but regardless, it wasn't.

Evelyn smiled toward her after noticing Daniel's glare. "I'm sure he's grateful deep down."

She gave a quiet chuckle through her nose, as she watched Daniel disappear into the closet with a brunette. "Grateful or not, he deserves to be put on the spot." Andy looked back over toward Evelyn. "He is terrible about easing someone into the whole 'Psych. You're brother's not actually dead' situation."

There was a brief silence, not that it was awkward on Andy's end. She enjoyed being in the company of someone who didn't maybe know all the drama that seemed to surround her. Or maybe, Evelyn knew but didn't seem to care. Either way, it was a breath of fresh air and for, at least, a little, she could maybe try to enjoy the stupid party.

"I would personally love to dance without fear of being ground against." Evelyn's words definitely implied that one, her brother rubbed his ass all up on this poor girl and two, that she was looking for a more PG dance partner. She watched the red head grab her drink, preparing to observe the closet shenanigans or go dance.

"You don't have to tell me twice." Andy hooked her arm in Evelyn's and started toward the refreshments. She told herself one drink earlier that night, but screw it. She snatched up the nearest beer, popping the cap off with her magic then took a sip. With a little bit more of liquid encouragement, she led herself and Evelyn toward a small clearing closer to the origin of the music. "I swear, no grinding." she laughed as she crossed her heart with her right index finger.

It took a moment for Andy to get a feel for the beat of the music. Her body slowly swayed at first getting a feel for the rhythm. She always loved dancing, and when her mind was bombarded with everything else... It was a pleasant change of pace. It let her worries just slip away. She was happy being removed from the party games and from where she stood, she couldn't see neither Ajax nor Mason. Evelyn seemed like the type of girl far more content dancing with other girls, a feeling Andy herself shared. It wasn't about anything else, but having fun and enjoying the music. So, she made sure she remained close to Evelyn, but not too close to encroach on her personal space.

Finally loosened up, Andy took another sip of her drink and let out a soft sigh. "For a minute, I could almost forget all the dumb drama here." She smiled slightly, swaying her hips and rocking her head back and forth. She looked over at her dancing partner. Andy was so wrapped up in everything else, she barely got a chance to talk to any of the new campers. So far, Evelyn seemed to have her head screwed on straight. Definitely smarter than the average girl.

"So," she said, breaking their silence. "Is there anyone here you want to lock lips with for 7 minutes?" She then held up her hand to stop Evelyn before she answered. "I don't need a name. Just curious." Her outstretched hand moved to run back through her wavy hair. She briefly glanced over her shoulder toward the fire and the campers congregating hoping for their own turn. "Or are we trying to hide?" Andy smiled, raising her beer to her lips. "Because I'm totally ok with that." She laughed and took another drink.

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When her eyes met with Sylas’ little wink, she just turned a little red. He knew what was up! Cherise was a perfectly good woman - protector, healer, friendly, but that didn’t take away from the fact that she was very comfortable with sexuality. What else was she supposed to do in a closet with Daniel, of all people? Sylas was probably just trying to be approving, but she felt a tad embarrassed that someone had pointed it out - even with playful subtlety.

The wine began to hit her, and as she sat on one of the unoccupied logs, so did this Keith/Daniel thing. Cherise just laid herself down, her eyes peering up at the dark and smoke-filled sky for a few moments. Her ankles crossed for the sake of not having any of the camp sickos not looking up her skirt, and her arms hung lax over the sides. There was something wrong with this place, and she could feel it in her gut. It was just too bad she couldn’t see the actual snake in the garden that had winked at her only seconds ago.

Still, she sighed and closed her eyes. At one point, when she popped those same eyes open for a second, she caught Daniel giving her some odd finger gesture. She wasn’t sure if he was implying that she wait and see, or that he was about to cause trouble. Why did her intuition tell her that it may be a little bit of both? Regardless, he was busy and she had very little interest in joining the pair he flocked to. Not that she was upset - Cherise was not his keeper, and she knew better than to cling to anyone’s side. He needed space to be himself, and she was more than happy to give it to him. Besides, he was finally enjoying things, and she feels more at ease knowing this. She gave him an encouraging thumbs up as her non-verbal seal of approval and acknowledgment.

She closed her eyes again to tune out the party since things started to wibble wobble under her feet.

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She must have dozed off because Rae was long gone. So was Pete, in fact. The bottle had been given to Nelly, of whom was now in the process of giving it a spin. It took a minute or two to put things together, and she never would exactly - but Rae must have snared some unfortunate soul in her salacious talons. Good for her. A satisfied Rae is one Artemis child that is ready to take on the world. An unsatisfied Rae meant a long night for Cherise.

She sat up and swung her legs over the log until her feet were planted on the sand again. She then pushed herself up, stretched, rubbed her eyes, and then turned away from the bonfire. Maybe it was the alcohol or the sheer confusion of a situation she was all-too ready to understand if that meant Daniel would touch her while they were closet-bound (probably both together, really), but she started off in the direction of the cabins.

She had her turn in the closet, and the interaction she had been waiting for since the playdate, so there was no need for her to stick around. She was getting kind of tired, even if the night was still young. Of course, that meant passing the food. She first walked past it, but then walked backward because she had second-guessed herself. She looked around as though about to embark upon some suspicious activity and made herself a couple of hamburgers like the ashamed glutton for red meat she was. Only after she had more than enough food for one girl to eat alone, and maybe a beer or two that she likely won’t stay awake long enough to drink, she proceeded to head to her cabin.

She ate, watched a movie, showered, and went to bed.

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Image He almost requested some real talk from Sylas when he implied Liv made the first move but he came to realize he didn't know the girl or guy well enough to know who came onto who first. And there were better things to lie about then time spent in the closet.

Mason growled Trinity's name as she snatched the pack from him then Sylas replaced it in his pocket pointedly. Mason nodded to him in thanks. Throughout their conversation, he was surprised how similar their minds worked. Just like when they both saw Cherise and Daniel stumble out of the closet, they looked at each other. Sylas's look was more inquiring while Mason's was proud. Another case made. Closet time wasn't to be wasted.

Iliana's friend strolled right up to them and passed the bottle onto Trinity. She was more disheveled than he thought having to tuck in her blouse and looking quite the hot mess.

"I guess it's your turn to get groped in the closet... I hope they're a good kisser." Sylas bidded Trinity his own taunting good luck and Mason rose his brows.

Trinity had been pretty subdued up to that point. “As long as it's not you, I'm sure I'll have a great time.” She gave an icy smile. “I decide what happens to my body, when, where and how.”

Mason knew that, and he'd dare to guess Sylas knew that. She wasn't one that went weak in the knees or let herself be seduced. When she left, Mason looked to Sylas. Spite, defiance and self-assurance. "Personally, I dig it. Bit of dominance about her and plenty of fire."

Yet he couldn't see himself sleeping with her. He laughed lowly as she tugged Eve away from her male. Wes was lucky to have the attention of a female alpha and Eve was far too pushy for her own good. As his gaze flickered through the party, Mason saw Andy dancing with the redhead from earlier. His smile faded as he watched her some distance away sway to the music. It wasn't particularly sensual but he found her stunning and she could move. That outfit showed her shape and body in a
modest but sexy way too. Mason tried to tear his eyes from her. "So you and Sloane decided on this game? Interesting. I mean I'm grateful, don't get me wrong." He enjoyed his time with Eve in there and the idea of the drama and heartbreaks across the camp it could bring. But it was an interesting suggestion apparently made by the Eris children.

"To keep our alliance intact, do you have any off-limits I should know about? People, mainly," he added smirking since apparently choking wasn't off-limits in private. Mason would rather not hear how much Sylas could withstand in the physical department, fascinating as it'd be.

His eyes shifted back to Andy helplessly. Mason took off his jacket for the moment putting it on his lap. He needed to drink more so his body was slower to react. Particularly when he really knew the girl wasn't just incredible looking but irritating and stubborn and ridiculously loyal.

One by one the numbers seemed to dwindle away from the fire and beach altogether. Normally that was him, the first to leave and call it a night. "And suddenly there's less contestants for the bottle to pick." Not that Mason was too disheartened. The girl disappearing with Pete was a pity and it did increase the chance of landing on Alex. The thought snapped him out of idle chatter. That was a damn ice shower for him. "Are you working on a Valis's demise or other things?" Mason asked somehow suggestive and a little annoyed at the same time.

Nobody really wanted the demise of a Valis more than him and all he could rely on was himself. But fair enough for Sylas to treat himself and do some other chaotic exercises. Then again, don't make a deal to be a partner in crime.



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Image The atmosphere took a tense turn and when he thought he had relieved it, it came back. "Tell me about it. I'm leaving tomorrow with Alex. We're going to mount Olympus to spend time with dad, and... well... Alex has asked Duke to come. Come with too if you want. It'll be better than this place at the moment. And umm....Didn't Andy say anything to you, about..." Ajax seemed to hesitate. Daniel cocked his head to the side. "Well, we br--"

Suddenly, he was almost tackled into the sand as Alex hugged him and kissed his cheek. He chuckled and one arm hugged her back seeing as she pinned one of his others. "Finally get a moment with you. How are you? and what you boys talkin' about exactly, huh? Gossiping about girls?" she grinned.

"As you're aware, I'm super popular, kind of a big catch on camp," he winked "But I do my best to tend to the line and see everybody." Daniel chuckled then looked to Ajax hoping he'd take over for the second question. Technically, they kind of were gossiping about a girl and he fully wanted to get back to what Andy didn't tell him.

"And did you just see Pete wander off with Rae? - She's the camp's biggest slut here, and it's disgusting. She has not long tried to get Duke to go with her, then was flirting with Theo. I honestly thought that Pete had better taste and standards than that." Never mind. Apparently she had her own vent to get off her chest. Alex was never shy about her opinion.

Then Ajax stepped in with his wisdom. "Al... I really couldn't care less about their teen dramas. Just stay out of it, okay? If they wanna be like that, then that's their problem. Not ours."

"Ah," Daniel raised a hand, "question, are you carrying the torch for Pete?" he looked in the direction the duo disappeared. "Maybe they've just gone to cuddle? Or maybe," he smirked and waggled his brows "you should have made a better move." To be fair he did see Alex making out with him but maybe Pete needed more belt tugging and thought the sun was coming up. Or he just preferred red heads. Nervously, he glanced to Evelyn who was still in the company of Andy. Hopefully not.

Ajax spoke again, this time revealing that Andy and he had sort of broken up or were on a break. Daniel frowned. "I don't want to cause a scene anytime soon, so... I just want people to leave her alone." An interesting choice, because he didn't see Ajax letting her go, he thought he loved her. Without full context it didn't make sense. "Besides, it's probably my fault because of... I never gave her much attention. Honestly, she's better off without me."

Daniel scratched his jaw, perplexed. He had no doubt it must have been hard on Ajax and Andy yet they both kept their chins relatively up. The bursting question for Daniel was why.

Alex jumped to her feet. "Don't do that for her! don't make excuses for her!" she shouted.

Daniel lowered his eyes and played his fingers through the sand. "Sit down." After a moment she was able to bring herself back to a sitting position. "Just leave it." Daniel glanced up at her as she glared at Andy.

"Alex, that's my sister your sending daggers at," Daniel reminded softly. "It takes two to tango anyway. That applies to Andy and Ajax's decision, and...others." AKA the ones known as Rae and Pete. Disappointed as she might have been in him, Daniel didn’t see the Rae girl dragging him along.

These change of events and several new faces did make him wonder how long he was gone or just how oblivious and wasteful Keith was. He cleared his throat keen to move on. "As for your invite to Olympus, I just got back to Camp. While it may be thick in the drama department and lover quarrels and I don't know half the faces anymore, this is home to me." One of them anyway. "Not to mention I don't think I'll benefit from spending time with your dad." If that's what the matter was then good for them. He'd prefer it be something more urgent than family bonding but maybe he was just picky like that. "You don't think you're leaving camp a little vulnerable?" Daniel was the last person to rain on anybody's parade but that reality had to be addressed.

He saw Cherise wandering away from the party and frowned again. Wasn't it early? What was the matter? Daniel had half a mind to jump to his feet and check on her but he was in the middle of a relatively important conversation and he could catch up with her later. Maybe. It'd probably be strange to appear at her cabin by the time he was done with the party.

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"Seems like things have become to quiet down a bit," commented Nelly.

Rae had finally introduced herself, not long after a guy had picked up Cherise for the closet. Nelly would get that guy's name another time. It did look like the two had a good time, seeing how Cherise looked when she reappeared. The girl then gave the bottle to Trinity and Nelly bursted out in laughter when she saw the blonde move Eve away from someone she'd yet to meet. She looked back at Cherise though, who was obviously getting tipsy for she feel asleep right by them. After Trinity and the attractive guy left the closet, the dude passed it onto someone Nelly saw kissing Alex. This time the bottle landed on Rae herself. Knowing that there was definite action happening there, Nelly was hoping to hear what she did from Rae after she got back. Those plans went awry though the guy she'd been with tossed the bottle to her though. Lucky Nelly had quick reflexes and caught the object.

Rae must have seen it for she replied, ""Best of luck to you, dear. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Thanks! This is my first time playing this game, so let's see what Fate has in store for me."

Nelly watched as Rae address Theo before leaving with Pete. Then Cherise woke up. Without saying a word to her or Iliana, the brunette left party too. Probably for the best since the girl was over the edge. Then Theo left to hang out with Ajax's group. Looking at them, Nelly was starting to think these were 'older' campers since they seemed to be all chummy. Seeing how she was about leave herself, Nelly hated to have Iliana by herself.

"Hey are you going to be okay Iliana? Why don't you go find someone to hang out with since it'll be my turn in the closest?"

Iliana had finally turned to Nelly. The entire time she had mostly been watching Sylas, Alex, and even Wesley and Eve. Nelly's words though brought her back to present and she realized it was just her and the redhead. She really needed to pay more attention to things in front of her. She looked in the direction her brother and Ethan and took a deep breath. Maybe it was time to call it a night? But she didn't want to leave just yet. And it wasn't because she wanted to play the game. At this point she didn't care if she participated or not. No, it was because she wanted to see it through to the end. Looking back at Nelly, she decided to answer her.

~I'll find someone. I'll go grab myself a drink first.~

With that she got up and started to head for the bar, that was until she saw Wesley by himself. Hoping it was okay to talk, she walked over. However, she wasn't quite able to look him in the eye as she showed him her pad. She still recalled his anger the other day.

~Good evening. Are you feeling better?~

Nelly watched as Iliana found someone to talk to. Smiling, she stood up herself and walked to where everyone else had spin the bottle.

"Whelp! Let's give this thing a whirl!" she announced before spinning the bottle.

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Daniel woke up with a stiff neck and instantly laid his eyes upon Andy. It didn’t look like much had changed but by god was it going to. They needed to speed this healing process up and he knew just the girl. The thought did occur to him last night but it was hardly appropriate to demand her help at such an hour and while it was a little early still, this had to be the appropriate time.

Mason had fallen asleep, cheek atop his crossed arms resting on her bed. Daniel crept out and commenced the search for Cherise, not bothering to snap his fingers for a change of clothes.

The Daughter of Apollo was up in the early morning; just shy of the sun beginning to perk up for the day. She took a familiar path through the woods, which also happened to stop at a cliff overlooking the ocean. She loved to take a moment to breathe in over that scenery. It was peaceful and calm and perfect for a little self-reflection. Right now Cherise was a tad puzzled. Daniel. Keith. Whoever he was really - broke her into something she wasn't quite ready for. Prepared for? Would she ever have been? As her chest heaved heavily from the run, her gaze drifted out toward the calming waters to run through her thoughts on the matter. Should she care? She didn't know him enough, and she was almost certain that a lot of contexts was missing. There was nothing she could do about it now.

She turned away from the vista and headed back toward her cabin at the same jogging pace, speeding it up a tad to get to breakfast. Gods, she was starved.

Who else would be up and at ‘em? Daniel smiled taking a moment to enjoy the view. She was committed and fit and beautiful and – no. Andy needed them. He was on a mission. Daniel ran to catch up but the girl kept moving and Daniel was on a time strain. He didn’t have time to play chase for once. He raised his hands and cast a little spell, then pulled gently to guide her to him. Only the energy vacuumed her back too suddenly like a giant vortex. Daniel caught her hips, stumbling back a few steps upon impact and was fortunate not to get a headbutt or mouthful of hair. "I got you," he assured then sighed out in relief.

Cherise didn't have a moment to gather her right mind in this situation. The feeling of something tugging at her out of seemingly nowhere was fucking startling. When she was pulled into Daniel, of whom had her by the hips, she looked up with that wide-eyed look of shock. If he wasn't so cute, she'd slap the hell out of him right now out of pure surprise. "You do have me, Daniel. I think that my heart almost pounded right out of my chest, so - thanks for that." She laughed at that a bit to ease any nervous tension.

There was a lot of awkward tension. She wanted to touch him, she didn't want to. Yet, here he was holding onto her. It was... quiet. Too quiet. It was almost as if she was in a weird place and she had no idea how to get out of it, or if she needed an escape at all.

The adrenaline of either his powers being rusty or Cherise against him, only made situations worse. His heavy breathing made his chest push up on her more until he realized he was still holding onto the girl for beyond what was necessary. They both had their balance. He cleared his throat and put his hands up in surrender - well in this instance more claiming innocence and backed away. Cherise tilted her head at this. Gods, she was so confused.

"Hey. You look good. But I can't get sidetracked," he voiced aloud snapping himself out of it. "Uh, Andy's injured and you're the only healer I know and trust." It might have lacked the "ease everyone into it" factor again, but it was hardly the time to tiptoe or go the long way about a topic. Everybody at the beach knew what happened... The others, that already left the party and went to their cabin, didn't, Cherise among them. Damn it. "Please," he added, pleading she'd pick up on his urgency.

She blinked at this. No, he didn't have a way of easing people into things, and he had that quality that was also reminiscent of Keith - quickly-paced talking without allowing her much input. Perhaps it was luck that Cherise is an extremely easy-going gal that trusted he would give her all the missing details whenever he felt like he could. Or should. Whichever, it didn't bother her much at all.

Just as Cherise parted her lips to utter a few words, Daniel took her hand. "I'll tell you details on the way." He said as he began to pull her along, a few paces off from breaking into a run. "Andy got beaten, electrocuted and hurled into a tree headfirst. She looks like hell and she probably feels worse. She uh..." his brows pinched together, recalling his sister's vulnerable state. "It's like you could blow on her and she'd be in pain. She needs you."

Oh, but -," she began, already feeling a little winded from her run. On that same note, she understood his urgency even though she wasn't sure who his sister was. Not that it mattered, of course. She's a daughter of Apollo, and this is her duty to the other campers. Not to mention the fact that the practice was certainly needed and people weren't getting injured as much here. She tries to remind herself that it's a good thing, but it doesn't give her a lot of room for improvement. Nevermind - whatever she had to say wasn't worth the breath it would take. He must know that she wasn't the greatest healer yet if his own wound was any indication of her depressing skill in the area.

His racing legs had got them back in no time. Before pushing open the med hut, he paused, half glancing over his shoulder back at Cherise. "I need you."

She gave him her best reassuring smile, "I'm here, Daniel. Don't worry about it. If I couldn't do it, I suspect that my father would have been here by now."

No more needed to be said as they arrived at the infirmary and Daniel led Cherise to the foot of the bed that mattered most. Only then did he let her hand slip from his, anxious for the daughter of Apollo's evaluation. His gaze flickered nervously between his sister and Cherise, aware it was a big ask but she was their best bet.

Shifting to Mason, he had hard blue eyes set on Cherise and even shot an accusing look at Daniel. "This is Cherise. She's here to help." Mason's mind always automatically went to someone being an enemy or Valis groupie but the daughter of Apollo had a mind of her own. Daniel would have assured Mason of that - if not for Andy and it being seemingly out of context. Cherise didn’t need to play a part in their personal war or explain herself.

Cherise just offered Mason a small nod. There was not enough reason to not be cordial, even if his attitude bothers her a bit. She slipped away from Daniel and made her way to Andy. "Maybe you two could go shower, get some breakfast? You know, do anything but sit here and watch me?" It sounded like a question, but it was more like a demand painted with genuine sweetness and punctuated with a smile.

That was an even bigger ask of Cherise and an exchanged glance said both men felt that way. Daniel was the first to fold, figuring it’d be less pressure for the daughter of Apollo. "I guess three’s a party..." He turned on his heel to leave expecting Mason to follow but he didn’t budge.

Under at least one expectant gaze, Mason scraped his chair away from direct bedside without leaving the seat and folded his arms across his chest as he resettled. "I’m good, actually. Just pretend I’m not even here," he offered Cherise with a cold smile.

Her eyes swiveled to Mason, but she didn’t bother returning the frigid expression he tossed her way. Instead, she offered him an extremely thin smile - strained, even. There was good in everyone, she reminds herself. Even the assholes of camp. For all she knew, he was probably scared, so Cherise was kind enough to take that into account.

He didn’t exactly want Andy to come to full consciousness with a stranger, and if things went south then the last resort would be ready. It was always better to bring back the newly dead.

Daniel gave a little nod to himself, assuring himself it’d be okay. "I’ll be back soon. If anything changes, better or worse, come get me.” Cherise looked away from Mason for a second and smiled warmly at Daniel. She even waved goodbye. Then he left, and she got right to work.

Mason pressed his tongue to his cheek, studying the new demigod. She didn’t look sure of herself but an amateur was probably the best they could fetch.

She turned her back to the son of Hades, her gaze sweeping over Andy in assessment of all her injuries. Hunching over just a bit, she proceeded to lift parts of her clothing - unabashed by the nude flesh in any way, shape, or form - and she trusted Mason to be mature about it. Her brows knit together, the signs of a Human body forced to endure a lightning strike on her skin - the wavy Lichtenberg lines. "These will be temporary. They will go away on their own. What I want to see is what’s going on inside of her head right now."

Cherise moved to the head of the bed and placed both of her hands on either side of Andy’s head. She closed her eyes to focus more clearly. Something in her gut felt off - as though something was wrong with the woman’s brain itself. Trauma, and that was to be expected when hurled into a tree head first by the daughter of Zeus.

"Trauma to the brain, lesion from the lightning," she tells herself, not sure where she is coming up with these medical terms off the top of her head. It was all being whispered to her somehow - maybe it was Apollo, himself, guiding her. Or maybe this was just exploring her power deeper.

She opened her eyes and looked over at Mason, "I will heal this damage first. Some things will mend secondary, but they will mostly be surface wounds. She has some bone damage as well, but she may need to have more than one session with me. Or I can call my father to help. It’s up to you."

It was hard to distinguish when she was talking to herself or when she was talking to him, but a sure indicator was when Cherise palmed off some responsibility to Mason. Suddenly, he missed Daniel. "I’d say try not to get the Gods involved. But if you can bring Andy around…it’s her decision."

That said, she rubbed her hands together until they grew warm. A bright, sterile white light began to envelop them as she took a deep breath in and slowly released it. She could do this. Cherise placed her hands back onto Andy’s head and allowed the warmth of Apollo’s light to touch her skin, penetrate it, and eventually fill the cerebral cavity. It worked like the god’s own fingers performed what would normally be a very precise and tedious neural surgery - it removed any hemisphere lesions, helped to heal the contusion she had undoubtedly received from the impact of her head to the tree. At the very least, Andy would be able to awaken.

Moments ticked by - seemingly long ones for Cherise. Some of the healing light slithered through the two major blood vessels in Andy’s brain, and normally they bring the blood up - but Apollo’s gift fought the resistance and it spilled throughout the rest of her body. It was only a small amount, however, as Andy’s head required a great deal of healing as the major source of - well, everything Andy needs for her body. Some of the scratches and bruises on her face would diminish, as well as other scrapes and cuts everywhere else.

When Cherise removed her hands, Andy would be able to wake. She’d still have the pain of fractured or broken bones, whichever there were, but Cherise wasn’t her father. She couldn’t heal everything in one go. She stepped back, the light dissipating, and waited to see if the woman woke.

While some people when they're unconscious might hear and sense the world around them, it was different for Andy. In her mind it was after taking a nap that lasted much longer than expected. Her mind awoke before the rest of her body and she felt like she was in a strange dream-like state. On one hand it felt like no time had passed since the beach but on the other, it also seemed liked years. Then all at once, it was like the consciousness overwhelmed her. She inhaled sharply, pushing off the bed to sit upright. The fast movement caused a head rush, halting her.

The son of Hades sprang up rigid in his seat when Andy did. He wasn’t one to get his hopes up, even when Cherise was under such a watchful gaze. But she was finally awake and that was a start.

Andy groaned softly, letting herself lean back against the back of the bed with a sigh. She raised her hand to rub her head softly as she looked around. At first, she was met by a brunette girl that she couldn't recall having met. "What happened?" Her memory was foggy. She vaguely remembered the party at the beach, her falling out with Ajax and Daniel's return. She scanned the room until her gaze fell upon Mason who looked like he hadn't moved from that spot all night. She could feel the redness rising to her cheeks as memories of other events came flooding back into her mind.

After a moment of silence, Andy finally looked back to Cherise, glancing between her and Mason. "Why am I here? I remember a fight." Her brows furrowed as she searched her mind for what had passed. "... But I thought I walked away?"

Mason couldn’t help but scoff and stood up to rejoin Andy’s side. "You did. You just got electrocuted on the way." But Mason didn’t want to start his morning so bitter on those idiots and Andy should have saved her energy too. "How do you feel? The doctor here says you might experience a bit of pain still but…as long as it’s manageable." Mason guessed if it was a bother to Andy he’d try the human method and steal some pain killers or something.

He cleared his throat sparing Cherise a glance. "Thank you, by the way.” Then his eyes fell back on Andy. Did he apologize to her for being a potential cause, explain Ajax chose his shitty sister’s side again or let her make her own sense of things?

When it became just the two of them, Mason sat at the foot of her bed. It was probably best to avoid drama and stress while she healed but it was an eventful night. "Do you wanna talk about last night?" Any of it. The kiss or hours she was unconscious. It seemed like the right thing to ask because who wouldn't be curious about it all.

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“I think I’d prefer to be with you otherwise I’ll drive myself crazy,” Trinity replied to his proposition quietly with a sad smile.

Wes hoped her expression was in regards to the current situation rather than the idea of staying with him. But regardless, he was going to be there for her. For some reason, when it came to her, his own feelings or needs were the last thing on his mind. That was a dangerous way to think. But in his eyes, she was everything. So, he nodded his head as he gently put his arm around her and lead them to his cabin.

Once there he watched her try to ring out her hair. He gave a weak smile while waving his hand in a nonchalant manner. "Don't worry about it. It's just water. It'll dry."

“Oh, I actually forgot to tell you I shotgun the couch. Otherwise, we could be bed buds. That's my condition for sleepovers.”

He sighed as he shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, looking down at the ground. Part of him wanted to argue. She nearly had a fight with Alex, who coincidentally put her best friend in the infirmary. If anyone had a need for the bed it was her, not him. But Wes had also quickly learned that any argument with Trinity was a lost battle. So he said nothing, and simply nodded his head in silent agreement. Although he didn't agree to not move her to the bed once she was asleep. Trin could yell at him in the morning.

“Can we share the bed? Just for tonight.”

Trinity's voice was so quiet and almost sheepish that it took him by surprise, nearly more than the request itself. But Wes didn't let that show on his face. He simply looked up and gave a reassuring nod of his head, while gently stroking her arm. "Of course. You're always welcome. Whenever you need... or want to be." He added the last comment a little softer, but felt she needed to know. It wasn't a proposition for sex but just the presence of someone who cared about her while she slept. She would always be welcome in his cabin or bed, and not just when she needed comfort... But if she simply just wanted to be close to him.

While Trin got comfortable in bed, he grabbed a t-shirt and shorts, changing outside the bedroom so she wasn't uncomfortable. Once she was settled, Wes slid under the blankets taking the other side. She slowly turned to face him. He couldn't fight the small smile that crossed his face as she took his hand in hers. “Wes, I'm sorry. For...you know, putting you in tough situations. Being so quick for violence and wanting to fight Alex.”

Wes's new arm rose. He was very slow with his movements being careful not to hurt her as he stroked Trinity's cheek. "You won't scare me away that easily." He gave a soft, light hearted laugh. Then after a moment he let it fade slightly as his tone became more serious. "She hurt your friend. I don't blame you for what you did. I'm not upset with you."

He leaned in, moving slow enough for her to stop him if she wanted. When she didn't, Wes gave her a simple and tender kiss, something more reassuring than words. He wasn't sure if the ground they stood on was stable or a slow slippery slope. But either way, Wes was going to fight for it until there was nothing left to fight for. In his time at camp he has grown to learn and accept Trinity's walls she has put up to protect herself and how she pushes people away. But he was still there.

"Get some sleep," he said as he tucked her hair behind her ear. "I'll be right here."

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Wes slept lighter than he usually did. It was a restful sleep, but he was always somewhat alert with Trinity in his bed. Part of it was to be able to be there if he was needed. But another part of him, deep down, was scared that in the middle of the night she would leave him. But when morning came and Trinity groaned as she awoke, he found himself sighing softly in relief that she was still there with him.

Trinity managed to sit up and move her legs over the edge of the bed, but seemed in no rush to move. After a moment or two, Wes scooted closer to her, propping himself up on his elbow. His other arm gently wrapped around her waist as a silent gesture to show that he was there if she needed to talk... or whatever. He placed a soft kiss on her exposed arm before resting his chin on her shoulder. "We can stay here and ignore the world for as long as you want," he said while giving her a gentle squeeze. "Or we can head straight to the infirmary."

He slowly shifted in bed until he was sitting beside her. "You're more than welcome to borrow a shirt or the shower." Wes squinted his eyes slightly as he thought. "I don't really know what I have in the realm of food, or I'd offer to make you breakfast." He laughed softly, giving a playful shrug.




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Mason stood up once she spoke and came to her side. He scoffed at the question. "You did. You just got electrocuted on the way."

Electrocuted? Her right hand raised to touch her forehead as the word recalled vague memories of it. Her brows furrowed as she winced slightly at the recollection of the incident. Andy called Alex a murder. She remembered that. And Alex's scream. She didn't know what she said, but just the searing pain... Then nothing. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath.

"How do you feel? The doctor here says you might experience a bit of pain still but…as long as it’s manageable."

Andy was so focused on everything else, she hadn't paid much attention to how she felt. And how did she feel?... Sore. She tried stretching and moving a little. Her joints felt like she just finished a train lifting contest. And her head felt heavy. "I've had worse," she managed to jest, even giving Mason a playful smile. "She'll have to try harder if she wants to kill me."

Mason then cleared his throat and looked towards the brunette girl still in their presence. "Thank you, by the way.”

Her brows furrowed, taking a few moments longer than normal to connect the dots. But Andy had never seen Mason thank anyone besides herself and Daniel maybe. "You helped... Didn't you?" It was more of a rhetorical question so that she didn't feel ungrateful or rude. "Thank you. I don't know why you'd help me, but I appreciate it." Under normal circumstances Andy would have introduced herself and made small talk. But at the moment, she could barely sit up. She hoped the girl would forgive her for not being as friendly as she normally would.

Then, once the miracle healer left, Mason sat at the foot of the bed. She was thankful to have him close, but at the same time it felt so far away. "Thank you for being here when I woke up." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry that you keep having to save me." She smiled weakly, tilting her head to the side slightly. Although her arms rested on the bed, the fingers on the hand closest to him wiggled subconsciously, silently beckoning him to move a little closer.

"Do you wanna talk about last night?"

Andy's gaze scanned the infirmary, like she could feel other eyes on her. They have had several private conversations, that was nothing new. But they were out of the safety of their cabins and all the proceedings of the night before were rocky subjects for more than just them. Andy wasn't worried about herself. Alex didn't scare her. Although, another fight in her current state would almost certainly send her straight to the Underworld. She worried more for Mason. Knowing him and the look in his eye, he was one wrong word from murder. She didn't want that on his conscious, especially because of her.

"I do," she said quietly. "I want to know everything that happened after..." Andy waved her hand in a general fashion as if to mean whatever passed after she lost consciousness. She then paused for a long moment, far longer than what would be considered a comfortable silence. "And what's going on in that head of yours... the truth." Her gaze was soft, understanding and patient.

After what happened in that closet, things were different. Regardless if they wanted it to be or not. Before that, Andy could ask for the truth from Mason, to know what he was thinking... or feeling, but he wouldn't answer or turn it around on her. But things were different. She wanted... needed to know what he was thinking. If anything, this conversation was long overdue. No yelling, or arguing, just talking.

Her fingers once again wiggled slightly as her arm stretched out toward him. But she couldn't reach him. Andy slowly looked up into his eyes. Mason was going to have to meet her halfway.

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Image "I've had worse," she joked, smiling to accompany the statement. "She'll have to try harder if she wants to kill me."

Mason grunted, untaken by the challenge and her great attitude for once. But he didn't need to lecture her, especially when his body language was already disapproving. She didn't see herself before Daniel's new friend got in. Looked like Alex came pretty close.

Andy turned her attention to the healer. "You helped... Didn't you? Thank you. I don't know why you'd help me, but I appreciate it." Mason eyed the new brunette head to toe. She looked like a do-gooder that did things simply because it was right, but even so the heal wasn't mending a small wound and required sufficient focus and energy. At least he imagined it took a bit. Whatever the case, it looked like work and her job was done so it wasn't his problem.


"Thank you for being here when I woke up." He nodded. How could I not? "I'm sorry that you keep having to save me."

This time she got a smile out of him. "I like the leverage it gets me," he replied and smiled more. He shifted slightly, making his body face Andy, speaking more seriously. "You'd do the same for me." Somehow, Mason wholeheartedly believed Andy would be there for him too.

"I do," she said quietly. "I want to know everything that happened after..." she made a vague gesture but Mason was already looking off in thought. There was a long silence until her voice emerged again. "And what's going on in that head of yours... the truth."

He sighed out thinking where to even begin. "I don't know if you were unconscious when you hit your head or from the lightning strike itself. But you were in bad shape....a lot of people were scared." Mason nodded to another empty seat by Andy's bedside. "Daniel was here all night with you too. But um I got a million curses to join my father in Tartarus and death, took you here. Pretty sure the party disbanded after that." He gestured to her gown. "They had to get you dry and changed. Soon as it's okay, I'll get you out of here." Normally Mason would have jumped at the chance to rebel and get Andy to her cabin but she was frail. Liked or not, Andy was staying until they got the all-clear even if it was from underqualified staff.

As for the second part, what was going on in his head, that was always a mess and indecent. But he knew he couldn't avoid it, because she wouldn't let him and he owed her a little truth. He looked around the med hut. "At the moment I'm just worried about you." Knowing Andy, that was too vague. "I know you're strong and resilient but I don't want to be the cause of you getting hit by Zeus' kids again." He might not have been the sole cause but he played some factor of the tension Andy and Alex harboured for each other.

"I can't get the closet out of my mind either," he added. In no course of history did people kiss their friends with that much desire. That's what his mouth and body gave away in that confined space and he knew it'd put a kink in their friendship for a while. It'd be easy to blame the alcohol and sweep it all under the rug but Mason didn't have that much and while he did taste a bit on Andy's lips, she was mainly coherent. But inside, she was experiencing turmoil

It must have been in his peripheral or subconscious because he slid one of his hands forward and entwined his fingers through Andy's. "Maybe I shouldn't have kissed you. I know you're going through a couple of things and it was bad timing." Mason watched their hands for a second before meeting her eyes. He didn't say sorry though, and Andy knew he was particular about his apologies and gratitude. "I care about you a lot and I'm going to do my best to be here for you."

Even though the daughter of Hecate told him to be truthful, he wasn't going to drop the full L bomb on her. She had enough shit to deal with and Mason needed to give her room to sort herself out. But if she ever needed him or wanted him, like he said, he'd be there.

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Cherise was beginning to feel the haze of her underqualifications, as was so elegantly put in Hade's narrative. Her eyes shut for a brief moment, but she didn't want to seem as though she had been taxed with something that was a little bit more beyond her abilities than usual. It was bad enough that she couldn't seem to heal someone completely as her father could. As soon as the pain numbing effects of her magic wore off, Andy was likely to feel if there was anything broken.

Her attention perked up as she was addressed by the both of them; the Hades spawn first, "Thank you, by the way.” She offered him a small, kind smile because that must have been hard for him to choke out. Especially since he was kind of an ass at the party - not obviously, but she knew that he was being a dick while she had spoken to Iliana. "You helped... Didn't you?" Cherise didn't answer because it was pretty obvious that it was less a question and more a realization. "Thank you. I don't know why you'd help me, but I appreciate it."

"It's what I am here for," she assures. By the way they were struggling to figure out why she was helping them, she knew that she had to say something. Anything. Cherise wouldn't be herself if she didn't offer a bit of this or that in the form of reassurances and whatnot. "Not all of us are selfish or wanting to cause some kind of harm. We are all in this together, so... if you need me any further, I am here. For both of you. My friend Rae is, too, as off-putting as she can be. We are good people, that's why we help. There is no other reason than that. Truly," she finishes, then allows the couple some privacy by backing out everso slowly whilst looking at Andy, "You may need pain medication because I needed to heal your head first, and there was... a lot of damage. I'll come to you and heal the rest a little bit later?" Or maybe she should just ask her father. Gods, she was not good at this.

Then again, she's never had that many opportunities. Here, it would seem that she will get plenty of practice giving all of the injuries she has seen in such a short span of time.

Eventually, Cherise had vanished completely and made for her cabin. She had considered, for a moment, finding Daniel - buuuut, she wasn't sure that she smelled decent. Besides, if Rae has it her way, the pair of best friends will be training in no time. Though, technically, Cherise already had some training!

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Rae awoke, tangled with the lay from last night - Pete. She sat up, wiped the blurr from her eyes, and dragged herself out of the bed with a long and sort of noisy yawn. Nothing that would cause the man still in her bed to wake up; and she wasn't going to bother with getting him up either. She's not his mother.

She forced herself to the bathroom so that she could shower, does so, and then gets out to find clothes. She hangs out, dripping wet, in front of her dresser going from this shirt to those pants plagued with indecision. Finally, she chose something that her mother gave to her - a pretty timeless outfit with a pair of special braces; one for herself, the other for Cherise. They were both decorated differently; one ivory and embellished with the moon and the other gold with the sun.

That gave her the most perfect idea! It was time to brush up on archery training, and she was going to locate Cherise to do just that. The Sunchild needed a little non-boy time to clear her head anyway, or so that is how Rae had felt last night.

After about twenty minutes of pulling tight leather over her figure, zipping up her heeled boots, making sure her hair was perfectly wavy, placing on her bracer, and snagging a quiver to strap against her thigh, she was well out the door. She grabbed her bow on the way and snatched up some raven-fletched arrows to go.

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Rae's steps were like cats paws; quiet, and her gait predatory and sly. All of this, however, without malice. When she was close enough to Cherise's backside, she announces herself with that typical matter-of-factly tone, "It doesn't look like you are coming back from a run, my dear Sun Child."

Cherise jumped! Why was everyone catching her unaware this morning?! "Rae! You scared the hell out of me, Gods!" she huffed, but the pair of gals ended up laughing. Cherise a bit more weakly so than usual. To be honest, she was beginning to get a little concerned over the number of injuries sustained in a short time. Sylas had some sort of contusion around his neck and his cabin had been in a state of... disarray. Then it was Andy, and she didn't really know the woman. Not that any of it mattered. She didn't know Sylas, either.

Rae's eyes narrow slightly, and her head tilted. Something was wrong. Silence came between them for a while as they neared Cherise's cabin, dipped inside, and a shower commenced while Rae made herself something to drink before putting together her pal's training outfit. Their gear should be sexy yet functional. You know, Cherise needed to get her boy toy's attention a little more. More than a particular redhead, anyway.

At least, Rae thought that was perhaps the issue here between the two of them. If Cherise told her about the Keith/Daniel incident, she honestly couldn't recall. Maybe she hadn't been paying attention. You know, cute boys with shaggy hair will do that to a gal every now and again.

When Cherise popped out of the shower and into her room wrapped up in a cozy towel, Rae eyes her rather sluggish posture. "Long night?" Rae inquired, plopping her ass onto the bed.

A sigh fell from Cherise's lips as she locked eyes with Rae, "Long morning, Rae. Just... a long morning. People aren't who they say they are, everyone is getting hurt in some way. I am not sure that this is the right place for me if I am honest. There's too much -" but she couldn't find the words to make that thought complete. "Everything's just too much in two days. You know?"

Rae chuckled a bit and nodded her head slowly, "I get it, Cherise, but you remember what our parents told us. Right? We are here for a reason, and whatever you are going through right now - maybe that's your purpose." A shrug rolled through her shoulders as she tossed items of clothing to Cherise, of which were tugged on with unspoken compliance and knowing that they were headed out to train.

"Of course, you're right. I mean, things aren't that bad, but everyone is so... defensive here. It's awkward. It feels worse than being a teenager!" She laughed at herself and turned to look into the tall mirror to evaluate and fix her attire. Rae slithers on over and offers to braid her hair whilst they continue their conversation. Somewhere midway through their gossiping, none of which mentions Daniel, Andy, Mason, Sylas, or Alex - Cherise has her turn to braid Rae's hair. You know, girl stuff.

It takes about an hour or so, but the duo eventually makes their way deep into a wooded area where Cherise had stumbled across a small clearing of sorts. It seemed to have gone unused for quite some time, as the girls found themselves having to remove some brush and dust from the targets.

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"It's what I am here for," the girl spoke up after Andy thanked her. "Not all of us are selfish or wanting to cause some kind of harm. We are all in this together, so... if you need me any further, I am here. For both of you. My friend Rae is, too, as off-putting as she can be. We are good people, that's why we help. There is no other reason than that. Truly."

Part of Andy wanted to believe that, but it seemed that over the past year the darker sides of many of them have clawed their way out. But she didn't say anything. She didn't want to seem ungrateful or rude to a girl she barely knew. So, instead, she nodded her head and gave a slight smile.

"You may need pain medication because I needed to heal your head first, and there was... a lot of damage. I'll come to you and heal the rest a little bit later?"

"Thank you, again." Andy adjusted how she sat before continuing. "Please don't feel like you need to do that. I'm sure I'll be ok." Her gaze lingered over to Mason, who'd probably argue the opposite and demand she remains in bed until the girl could come back and finish healing her.

Mason actually managed to smile, once they were alone and she thanked him for staying with her. "I like the leverage it gets me." His smile only seemed to grow after that.

"And what kind of leverage is that?" She managed her own smile and soft chuckle.

"You'd do the same for me." And he was right. Andy would do the same thing for him in a heart beat. No questions asked.

After she asked about what happened, Mason sighed. By the look on his face he was trying to decide what to say, or perhaps where to start. "I don't know if you were unconscious when you hit your head or from the lightning strike itself. But you were in bad shape....a lot of people were scared." He nodded at the other empty seat beside her. Andy's gazed lingered over there briefly before looking back toward him. "Daniel was here all night with you too. But um I got a million curses to join my father in Tartarus and death, took you here." A sad smile crossed her face at the thought of her brother sitting there worrying all night. She had been in his place and knew the torment. Then the thought of Mason getting threats to join his father in Tartarus only made her groan. It didn't take much for her to guess that it was Alex who said this. But last time Andy checked, the daughter of Zeus was a murderer. Not Mason.

"Pretty sure the party disbanded after that. They had to get you dry and changed. Soon as it's okay, I'll get you out of here." Mason nodded toward the hospital gown that she wore. She hadn't even had the chance to notice it.

Then it grew silent for a bit. Andy remained patient and quiet as she sat there, although her stomach knotted as the seconds ticked on. Mason looked around the med hut, as if worried that someone was there who would over hear. "At the moment I'm just worried about you." She glanced down slightly, letting out a soft sigh. "I know you're strong and resilient but I don't want to be the cause of you getting hit by Zeus' kids again."

Andy's brows furrowed as her face saddened. She tried to sit up and lean closer to him, but her ribs had another idea. She winced slightly and whispered under her breath. "Pain meds, right." She took a deep breath before looking him in the eyes. "This is not your fault. Alex and I have been at odds for awhile now. I don't know what caused her to lash out like that, but she's about as stable as an atomic bomb. I'm sure on top of everything else, she blames me... and you," she added softly under her breath. "For breaking her brother's heart."

She paused for a long second, staring at the blanket that rested across her lap. "And Ajax... I don't think he'd ever lay a hand on me." At least she hoped. "I'm more worried about you," she said softly, under her breath like she was worried someone else could over hear. "They blame you for everything. That you poison and taint me, turning me against him." Her face twisted as the anger boiled in her. "Like I'm not capable of making my own decisions or have my own thoughts. That my indecision has to be because of you manipulating me, not me trying to figure out what I want... What makes me happy."

Then there was silence as Andy took a deep breath. "I just want to be happy," she whispered, concluding her rant.

Andy had accepted that that was probably the end of the conversation. Mason was never the type to talk about his feelings, unless they were negative. But then he spoke up. "I can't get the closet out of my mind either." It was one simple sentence, but the words churned in her stomach making her heart skip a beat. She could feel her cheeks turning pink as she diverted her gaze. Andy didn't have the time to think on the closet, but that didn't mean it wasn't there in her mind... lingering. He kissed her. That happened. But she also kissed him back.

Then, in the quiet, Mason's hand reached out and took hers, sliding his fingers between hers. The simple touch pulled her out of her mind and back to the present. She slowly let her gaze drift back over to him, although no words fell from her lips. Part of her worried that no matter what she said, or did... She'd somehow do it wrong, like she always did.

"Maybe I shouldn't have kissed you. I know you're going through a couple of things and it was bad timing." Andy's brows fell as her expression became weighted with guilt. "I care about you a lot and I'm going to do my best to be here for you."

Before she had a chance to reply or say anything else, Iliana entered the infirmary. Subconsciously, Andy's grasp on Mason's hand tightened slightly, like the presence of someone into their bubble would cause him to withdrawal. She put on her best amiable smile as she looked toward the blonde, trying not to show her slight frustration with being interrupted. The girl quickly began to write in her notepad, before showing them what it said. "Sorry for the interruption. I seem to be doing that a lot this morning. Andy, I brought you some aloe if you had any burns. If you don't need it though it's fine. I'll just leave it here for the staff if you don't need it. I hope you feel better."

"Thank you," was all Andy could manage to say before the girl left as quickly as she entered.

Andy took the opportunity to gather her thoughts and figure out what she'd say. Her thumb lightly tapped Mason's hand in contemplation before she let out a soft breath. "It was inevitable. We both know it... I'm not particularly fond of the circumstances leading up to it," she admitted laughing weakly. It was no secret that she hated how her and Mason argued. But they both knew it wasn't because they hated each other... but because of something else. "I don't regret it," she whispered.

She stared at their hands for what felt like an eternity. It wasn't long ago, during capture the flag, that Andy told him she loved him. It was true. She would always love him. But that wasn't the question at hand. The question was how did she love him and who was she in love with. For months her head and her heart have been at odds. "You know how I feel," she said softly while giving his hand a tender squeeze. Andy didn't need to say anything else, he knew. And while there was more meaning behind both of their words neither one of them would say the important word until it was right and encompassed everything they felt. But even then, the fog slowly seemed to be lifting.

For awhile now, Andy's mind had been nothing but turmoil. But now with Daniel back, and the playing field in her mind leveled to even standards, things were changing. Piece by piece she could feel her head and heart slowly aligning. It was only a matter of time before it became clear to her what... or who she wanted. The more terrifying part was, no matter what she did, she'd hurt someone.

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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To say that Sloane felt self conscious when she stepped out of the bathroom was an understatement. She couldn't remember the last time she wore clothing that revealed this much skin, nor could she recall the last time she did anything physical after leaving her private school to come to camp. It didn't help that Liam seemed to be staring, not that he didn't have a habit of doing that already. But it was longer, with a silence that grew heavier by the minute. She found herself tugging at the hem of her shorts and regretting her choice to wear those clothes. While his gaze remained firmly on her, hers flitted about the room as her cheeks grew warm.

Finally, Liam managed to move to his feet and go over to the kitchen. He quickly prepared some basic breakfast meal of some sort and place the bowl on the counter, pushing it in her direction. "Food first. Never skip breakfast. I can't have you passing out on me. Hmmm?"

Sloane gave Rocco a quick pet as she walked past him and took a seat at the counter in front of the bowl. She slowly began to eat the contents while sneering at whatever concoction Liam mixed up for himself. She was thankful for her plain oats. "We're going to find where Trinity and Wes are in this place, too. I was thinking that Trinity would be a good place for you to start. You know... because..." Her hand freezes a few inches from her mouth with a spoonful of food as she waited for him to finish his statement. "She knows woman things."

The scoff came out before she could keep it in. It wasn't at the thought of Trinity knowing... 'woman' things. Obviously she did, she was a woman. But that that was the reasoning that Liam decided to speak. Sloane didn't question, instead focusing on her bowl of oats making sure she ate it all so her socially tact body guard wouldn't harp on her. Then following his lead, she gave Rocco a good bye pet, even squatting down to his level to place a kiss on the pup's head before following him out of the cabin.

It seemed there was a slight hitch in Liam's plan when it became quickly evident that he had no idea which cabin was Wes's. To be fair, neither did she. But watching him go from porch to porch, knocking and disturbing the sleeping campers was a bit amusing. Rather than following him up onto every porch, Sloane lingered a few feet away from the stairs, close enough that she could see who answered the door but also far enough that she didn't look quite as ridiculous knocking on all the doors.

When the door opened revealing Wes, she caught a brief glance of someone else ducking out of view. Trinity perhaps. Either way it wasn't Sloane's place to judge. After all, for the past couple of nights she has been staying in the company of another male. Plus, from what it looked like Trinity and Wes were a couple so there was no crime there. Instead of eaves dropping, she paced around on the trail outside Wes's cabin, twiddling her fingers. At one point the blonde even waved toward her with a tight smile, which she returned in kind.

It wasn't long before the four of them found an open clearing someone on the camp grounds. Sloane could almost guarantee that she wouldn't be able to find her way back to the cabins alone if she had to. But luckily, she wasn't alone. She felt like a mouse, the way she stood behind Liam slightly and kept looking over her shoulder like Sylas might show up at any moment.

“How do we wanna do this, chief?” Trinity asked Liam, but then her gaze drifted over toward Sloane. She tensed slightly, standing more straight. “Have you hit someone before, Sloane?”

Sloane looked over to Liam then back to Trinity. She inhaled softly before parting her lips to reply. "No." She nearly left it there but it seemed that in present company, now might be the time to admit things she wouldn't normally. That is, if she wanted to improve at all. And deep down, she did. Sloane didn't want to be dependent on others. "But I've made one person hit another," replied frankly as if stating a fact rather than divulging a glimpse at what her powers could do.




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So, the cat and mouse played. Of course, Sylas had been trying, for awhile now, to seduce Evelyn. He didn't deny it nor did he hide it. He wasn't a bashful flirt. But, something deeper inside him was a bit surprised. Not that he would admit that to anyone. To some extent he thought cracking her would take more work and time, lots of time. This wasn't to say he was now privy to all her deepest darkest secrets. But he had her, in the most primal way one person could have another. And while some say that sex complicates things, it also is a window into someone that most don't get to experience, yet he did.

And she was ravenous.

Their little game of cat and mouse, seeing who could outsmart one another was like prolonged foreplay that only seemed to wind her up more. He could almost say he was happy he was there when she finally had to let it out. Sylas was a proud man, but a woman has not perplexed him nor played him quite like Evelyn did... and it made him just as ravenous.

For the first time in... he didn't know how long, Sylas wasn't rushing his recent escapade out the door. Instead he laid there, breathing heavily, entangled with the stunning red head as her fingers ran through his hair. In that moment, he was content. Odd.

“Seems you can hold your word when you want,” she spoke softly in his ear, breaking the silence. Then her satin lips found their way to his earlobe, giving it a tender kiss. Was that a thank you? Sylas had to keep himself from smirking, but to say he wasn't pleased with himself would be a lie. Hearing you're as good as your word would boost anyone's ego.

In that moment, he was tempted to pull her closer, perhaps even take her one more time. But just as he began to move, Evelyn climbed out of the bed. As she began to find her clothes and put them back on, Sylas rolled onto his back in the bed, making sure, at least, his lower half was still covered by a sheet. All the while, his gaze scanned her bare back, her waist or a brief glimpse of the curve of her breast until her clothes concealed her once more. His brow quirked slightly as she flicked her hair out from the collar of her shirt. It was something small that most wouldn't notice, but for some reason, laying there in bed, watching her... it was immensely attractive.

“Thank you for the coffee it was....” Sylas crossed his arms under his head and even smirked a little waiting for her choice of words. “Flavourful.”

Sylas hummed softly to himself before finally speaking up himself. "Most... delicious cup I've ever had."

“Could I use your bathroom?” she asked after finishing getting dressed.

"Of course," he replied as he motioned in the direction of the bathroom. As she left him, Sylas slowly sat up in bed, stretching and running his fingers back through his hair. With a sigh, he dragged himself to the edge of the mattress and pulled on his boxers. He then rested his elbows on his knees as he waited for her to return.

“I can show myself out if you like,” Evelyn said as she exited the bathroom.

"If that is what you want." His voice was soft, in a way that not many people saw. Sylas slowly looked up at her as he extended his right hand toward her. His index fingered hooked around the belt loop of her jeans and tugged her a bit closer. "And what if I said... I wanted you to stay." He continued to gently guide her toward him, not forcefully though. If she desired to be free of him, she could with ease.

Once she stood between his knees his other hand took a hold of her waist. His thumb just barely under her shirt so that his skin could lightly brush her own. "Plus," he said softly as his other hand slowly caressed her thigh coming to rest below her backside. "You still have a question to cash in."




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“So you’re telling me this isn’t a five star hotel?” Wes was going to reply with an equally sarcastic remark, but before he could get out a word, Trinity took a hold of his face and pulled him towards her. The action surprised him, but he didn't fight it. He let her guide him straight to her lips and lingered there in that moment until she pulled herself from him. She then laughed and stroked the back of his neck. “Sorry, sorry.”

"No need to apologize." Wes smiled, placing a final kiss upon her forehead. Unlike her hasty kiss, his was soft and tender.

“Now, are my choices between a shirt or shower or is it way too bizarre to have both?” Trinity grinned which only made his own smile grow. Gods did he love her smile.

"Well, you said it yourself, this isn't a five star hotel," he teased in return. Wes then pointed toward the bathroom. "It's all yours. I'll find you something to wear."

Once Trinity disappeared into the bathroom, Wes was slow to his feet, yawning and stretching. After a moment or two, he finally shuffled across the room toward his dresser. He sifted through his belongings trying to find one of his smaller shirts that might fit her best. Just as he grabbed it, he heard her call from the other room. “Wesleeey? Could you grab a towel, please?”

Wes cursed himself under his breath, forgetting that there must not have been clean towels in the bathroom. To some it might have seemed like some sort of ruse to get Trinity naked, but he wouldn't have done that to her. Maybe in the past, before camp, before Trinity, he would have been shallow like that. But now, he tried so hard not to put a toe out of line. He grabbed a clean towel and a shirt before making his way over to the bathroom door. He held up his free hand to shield his eyes, even keeping his head turned away as handed her what she requested. "Sorry about that."

“Thank you,” Trin said as she took the towel and shirt. With a smile, he nodded his head being sure to not accidentally see what he shouldn't.

Then, there was a knock on the door. It took Wes by surprise. Who could possibly be at his door? Instantly, something inside of him began to worry. Worry that it was something to do with Andy. He glanced over his shoulder just in time to see Trinity exit the bathroom wearing his shirt like a dress and whatever worries he had, melted away for a moment. She looked content for a moment. She was beautiful, but whatever moment they might have shared there was ruined by the guest at the door.

Wes sighed and walked over to the door, opening it to find Liam with Sloane lingering down by the path, dressed for training. Behind him, he heard Trin nearly dive out of view of the door which made his heart sink a little. But, this wasn't the time for him to dwell on that. He sighed knowing what those clothes meant, which meant he was probably here for her. "I'm guessing you're here for Trinity."

Then just as he said her name, he felt Trin's hand softly touch his back to alert him of her presence behind him. She didn't address her brother, but waved toward Sloane as she waited. “This probably requires appropriate clothes. I can meet up with you guys in a minute.”

He nodded his head as she disappeared into his cabin. Wes winced with a soft laugh as he heard her slamming drawers. In a moment or two she returned in his shorts with her clothes bundled in her arms. She gave him a farewell kiss on the cheek saying, “Thank you," and then heading off towards her cabin.

Which left Wes standing there with the less than talkative pair. He stood there for a moment, then tapped his fingers on the doorframe. "Let me change real quick." He left the door open incase either one of them wanted to come in while he got dressed. It didn't take him terribly long and he made sure to also grab enough bottles of water for the four of them before heading back out. He tossed one to Liam and Sloane, then motioned toward the son of Ares to proceed and he'd follow.

It didn't take long for Trinity to rejoin them ready for training like an child of Ares would be. “How do we wanna do this, chief?” Wes didn't try to partake in these conversations. He wouldn't be surprised if they tried to rope him into training as well. But until he was called upon, he'd stand on the sidelines like a good water boy.

“Have you hit someone before, Sloane?” A typical Trinity question if there ever was one. Wes had been on the receiving end of some of those questions. A natural warrior, she always needs to know the extent of people's skills and usefulness. For over a year now she's been trying to convince him to use his powers. He's used to the questions.

"No... But I've made one person hit another." When the shy, quiet girl spoke up, it got Wes's attention. No doubt that response already had the wheels spinning in Trinity's mind. He looked between Liam and Trin curiously before finding a log to sit on and watch.




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After Andy admitted to not regretting their time together in the closet, let out, what she gathered to be a sigh of relief. She watched him, with a slight smile as he looked down at their intertwined hands. "I'm glad," he replied. Two simple words that made herself also sigh a bit in relief. This didn't solve a lot of their problems. If anything this might have caused more. But for the first time, in who know's how long, Mason and her were being completely honest with each other. And given all the other drama, it helped relieve some of the weight from her shoulders.

When her gaze drifted away, Andy was caught off guard when his hand clutched her own a little tighter. A small gesture that made her smile faintly and give her courage for the words she spoke. He didn't say anything, but nodded in acknowledgement. This was new territory that they were both tiptoeing into. They both had discourse in their hearts but at least right then in that moment they were content and would figure it out, together.

After a few moments in silence, something that stirred in Mason's mind brought a smile to his face. Andy found herself smiling at the sight. Her hand squeezed his and gave it a playful tug. "What are you thinking about?"

"Question, and it's going to seem a little off topic but, way back when you first came to camp, why'd you go for the minotaur? You were new, you had no obligation or expectation to protect others or fight."

Her eyes squinted slightly as she thought back to that day. Gods did it feel like forever ago. It was odd to think of one event that was a snowball for so many things. Without that minotaur her and Mason might never have become friends. "Part of it was to keep it from harming anyone. If you haven't realized by now, self preservation isn't my strong suit." Andy chuckled softly as she looked down at their hands. "But honestly, I think I did it for the minotaur. It was some poor creature doing what was in it's primal nature. Maybe someone let it loose in camp or maybe it wondered into camp. Either way, that didn't mean it deserved to die."

She exhaled softly as she tapped her thumb against his hand. "Just because something appears evil doesn't mean they are... even people," Andy concluded looking up to meet his gaze. Her words carried a second meaning. Nothing that she hadn't told Mason one hundred times before. But regardless of what he said he was or anyone else, Andy knew he was a good person. Right then at that moment he was showing it, even if it was for only her eyes. That was enough.

It was then that Mason released her hand leaving her own where it rested partially open for a moment before she finally closed it. He picked up the medicine that Iliana had brought her and examined it. "Can you even apply this?"

"Why? Are you offering?" she teased, even managing a laugh. Of course, with sore and broken ribs it didn't feel too pleasant but it was nice to laugh. The joke was probably in poor taste, but she knew, if anything, it'd get a smile out of him.

"What is it?" She leaned forward to get a better look, seeing that it was aloe. "I don't know if I have any burns." Andy took hold of the blanket's hem and raised it a few inches to look down at her legs. "Unless Cherise healed those?" She rested back into the bed with a sigh. "I don't know if I could... Maybe?" Although that probably wasn't the answer he was looking for.

"Honestly, on a scale of one to ten, where's your pain at the moment?"

Andy had never seen Mason so worried, definitely never about herself. He freed her from his father, but she never saw his concern first hand. But now, sitting here, he worried just as much as she would if the tables were turned. It a strange sort of way it was comforting knowing, that even through all his bitterness he cared for well being as much as she cared for his.

She stretched and moved her arms, then ran her fingers along her ribs to try and gauge how it felt. "My arms and legs are sore, like after a long day of physical activity. If anything hurts, it'd be my ribs." But Andy couldn't get away with that as her answer. So before Mason asked her again she sighed. "I don't know... 5, maybe a 6. I'll be ok." She knew her words wouldn't reassure him much. They were both good at brushing off their own issues and this was no different. Andy didn't want him to worry about her. But telling each other not to worry was never successful.

"Do you want something to eat? I can get you some food, fresh clothes."

Andy hadn't thought about her stomach until that moment. It seemed at the mere mention of food, her stomach growled with protest. She hated asking anyone to do something for her. She could have tried to conjure something up. But if she used her powers who knew how much weaker that would make her... Or pissed Mason would be at her for trying. She sighed. "I would love something to eat and something to wear that isn't an itchy hospital gown. Even if it was just a t-shirt." Her eyes closed as she spoke, grimacing as she had to ask for help. "I hate being useless," she confessed.

"You have to stay here a little longer, okay?" Andy let out a deep sigh as she nodded her head. She knew. She didn't like it but, she knew. If she even tried to get out of bed Mason, Daniel and Trinity would get her ass back in bed so fast she'd probably have whiplash. It was like he could tell how much being stuck in be infuriated her. As she sat there nearly pouting, Mason's hand gently brushed her hair back from her face. Her gaze slowly raised to meet his trying to give a slight smile. "A few more hours of observation, I'll get you whatever you want, then I'll get you out of here if you're well enough."

As he spoke, his hand came to rest upon her, gently caressing Andy's head. It stayed there for a moment, until Mason realized it and shit his hand to rest beside her head. "Alright. Just... make sure you get food for yourself. Ok?"

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Heath and Ethan were still jogging as the path they took went into a wooded area.

"You'd think a place as nice as this wouldn't have such drama," Ethan commented.

"It just goes to show just how much looks can be deceiving. I hope there will come a day here that things aren't so tense."

"Still I am glad we came. I love your place, Heath, but I was getting tired of being cooped up in your place."

Ethan knew he could be completely honest with Heath. He was an extrovert, he could never stay inside for too long. Heath grinned at his friend, grateful for his assistance. He had started seeing the anxiety of staying inside, trying to help his sister, was starting to take its toll. It was a good thing their mothers told them to go to the camp when they did because he could tell that Ethan had been slowly going nuts.

As the two continued to jog, they soon started hearing voices. Finally, they came upon the source of those voices. It was Cherise and Rae. Ethan couldn't help but suppress a groan. While both girls were nice, they did freak him out last night when they dragged him on the dance floor. Heath saw his friend's face, but seeing how the two ladies already noticed them, he was the first to greet them.

"Morning ladies. Getting some archery in? We were just getting some jogging in before getting some breakfast."

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"I like this girl. She's beautiful and sweet and...owns a crossbow or two but, she's nice. Except when I met her I was different, and I'm not sure entirely how to explain that to her without her thinking I'm a liar or she's the butt of the joke."

This caused Iliana to think. She had only seen him with 2 girls so far, one was a redhead, and the other was Cherise. And when she first met Daniel, he had been someone else and had been with Cherise during the trial. So maybe it was her? Plus Cherise was the daughter of Apollo, whom she knew was into Archery.

~You're talking about Cherise right? I remember you two were in the closet together. Maybe if you start at the beginning on how you became a different person to begin with, that might help? And it looks like your sister, Trinity, and Wesley know what happened to you, so maybe one of them could help? My brother has told me that having those who can back up your statements can be an asset.~

Iliana might not be as smart as her brother, but she was still an observant person. And Daniel was definitely troubled by the idea of Cherise not liking him. Cherise had been in a much better mood after leaving the closet, so she was hopeful things would be fine between the two of them.

Soon those Daniel asked her a pretty personal question. Instead of answering, Iliana avoided it and got her breakfast before returning. His sudden question left her without thought and she tried coming up with an answer. Her attention was diverted when she saw Mason come in quickly before leaving. She was tempted to ask him how Andy was was, but with him in a hurry to leave, she felt it best to let him be.

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Nelly watched as the young woman composed herself and greeted her. She giggled when the woman's stomach growled.

"So how long have you been at this camp? I know I'm a few days late, so I hope I haven't missed anything big."

"I just got here myself the other day, so I was late too. And you've missed a few big things. I've missed some big things here, and not just the past few days. Seems a lot of stuff happened last summer because some campers were here last year and what happened then is affecting events now. So what do you want first? The good, the bad, or the ugly? I can only tell you what I know, which isn't a whole lot unfortunately. Oh before I forget, what's your name and who is your divine parent? Mine is Hermes."

The girl then asked where the food was and Nelly was glad she knew where it was from here. Suddenly Mason showed up and told them where to go. Always wanting to have the last word, Nelly called after him.

"I know where it is, but thank you DADDY!" she yelled with a laugh.

Looking at the new girl, she said, "That's Mason, he seems to think I need a babysister. You best keep an eye on him, he's definitely part of the drama here. Still I don't know what to make of him."

Leading the other demigoddess to the main hall, she saw that Iliana was there with the guy who was with Cherise in the closet. Waving at them both, she led the new girl to the food.

Iliana waved to Nelly as she came in with another new face. She finally came up with an answer for Daniel when suddenly Ajax came in and sat by himself. His angry energy was easy to read and Iliana trembled in fear, trying her best to ignore it, but his angry energy seeped into her pours, making her nauseous. Suddenly a crash was heard and it startled both Iliana and Nelly as they watched Ajax leave the main hall. Iliana didn't want to admit it, but she was relieved when Ajax left because she was about to get sick. Taking deep breaths, she tried calming herself down. This had to stop. There had to be something she could do to help Ajax and Alex. What is was, she didn't know yet. Maybe walking around would help her? Decision made, she turned back to Daniel to finally answer his question and wrote in her notebook.

~Sorry, I wouldn't know who to kiss, I haven't even met everyone yet. Besides, it seems like all the boys I've met here so far are interested in someone and I would never want to step onto any toes. It was nice talking with you, but I am going to go for now. I wish you the best of luck with Cherise.~

With a bow she was soon out the door.

Nelly saw Iliana leave and looked to the guy she had been sitting next to. Looked like he could use some company. Turning to her companion though, she said, "Hey, sorry you had to see that. Things got intense last night. That there was Ajax, and I think he's Zeus's son. Feel free to get your breakfast. I am starved myself."

With that she got her own food and sat across from Daniel.

"Hi there, I don't think we've formally met yet. My name is Penelope Givens, but I prefer Nelly. My dad is Hermes. I saw you were enjoying yourself last night." she said with a grin.

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Iliana was nervous and took slow steps, but then relief filled her when she saw other campers, one of them being Alex. Next to her was Wesley. Trinity was with the other huge demigod and Sylas's sister. Deciding to talk to Alex, the blonde walked toward her and Wes and saw instantly felt her emotions. Guilt, so much guilt. Holding back her own emotions, Iliana quickly addressed both her and Wesley. Going on instinct, she wrote something done.

~Morning. Sorry to interrupt you, but I wanted to talk to you Alex. I don't know if you remember me, we only met briefly before the trial. My name is Iliana and I just wanted you to know that I have problems controlling my powers when my emotions are all over the place. I hope you don't mind me asking this, but do you remember what you were doing before you lost control of yourself? My mother use to tell me that if I knew the cause of what sets me off, I could try to find a way to prevent it from happening.~

Internally, she wasn't sure if this was a true solution. She knew intense emotions set her off, but she still struggled to control her own reactions to them.

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The girls were well on their way to training. They had made good use of the area; dusted off all the targets, cleaned it up a bit, and made sure that everything was in working order. They gossipped a little bit here and there, but their goal was to spruce up on their archery and let a little bit of stress go. They even used a bluetooth speaker to put on some sweet, or not so sweet, jams to spice everything up. After all, they were technically working out - drawing bowstrings, running to and from or side-to-side to hit their targets. It's sweaty and tiring work, especially first thing in the morning (thanks Sun child).

Once upon a time, Rae was actually better than her friend. However, over time, Cherise tapping into her godly powers granted her more of a lead. Not that it mattered. They were not competitive. With each other anyway.

For Cherise, this was a good time to think about how she was going to approach Daniel. Keith. Daniel. There must have been a huge misunderstanding sometimes between the day they met and the closet. The closet of which she sort of remembers as pleasant, but she had also been quite intoxicated. Yet, she doesn't remember drinking too much. Whatever. Sometimes she got a little too far ahead of herself, and there's no doubt that the two girls didn't feed off of each other in terms of social drinking. It was a habitual thing.

Rae spent this time thinking about whether or not Pete was still at her cabin. He's cute, kind of a loner - a little less cleanly cut as she normally liked. Probably not, though. While she cared about Cherise's situation, the redhead knows that she already has a few words for their dear Daniel. Kind words in a stern tone, of course. These are the situations that best friends work best. She still needed to figure out whether or not she had to be that best friend, or a nicer one that doesn't scare away all the boyfriends. Not that scaring away boyfriends isn't fun. It is.

Somewhere in her thoughts, Rae lost control of her aim. At first, she didn't think anything of it. Then there was a tweeting noise, and she looked back at Cherise, "Did you hear that?"

The Sun-Child tilted her head, waited a few seconds, and then shook her head. "No, but—my thoughts are in another place. Sorry!"

Just as Rae was going to find the source of what sounded like pained tweets, Ethan and Heath were there. "Morning ladies. Getting some archery in? We were just getting some jogging in before getting some breakfast."

Rae offered them a smile, as did Cherise. They were both friendly people... for the most part. It was decided that the groan must have come from the boys, but then she heard the bird again. "You three will have to excuse me," she informed them as her gaze traveled someplace else for a moment. With her bow in hand, Rae left Cherise with Ethan and Heath.

And that wasn't a problem because Cherise was the friendliest of the two. "Oh, hey guys!" She gave them a genuinely warm smile and nodded to Rae as she announced her departure. "I got my job in a while ago, thank the gods. It's starting to get a little warm."

As Cherise conversed with the two guys, she went around to gather up all of the arrows. "I should probably go get breakfast myself," she mentioned. "You think a ton of people are going to be there right now? I hope not. I'm as friendly as the next person, but I like my breakfast quiet." That was a lie. While the words came out of her mouth pretty easily, anyone with a sense for untruths would know that she was being dishonest. Not that it was a big deal, though.

After she picked up all of the arrows, she counted them to make sure they were all accounted for. Then her eyes traveled in Rae's direction because they were missing one. Maybe the redhead had taken it with her. She didn't think a whole lot of it.

"I can't go to breakfast with all of this, though. Maybe I should go get a shower in." Just to make a point, she lifts an arm and unabashedly sniffs her armpits. No, she didn't smell. She's just trying to buy her time before she had to actually make sense of certain things. Was it really that big of a deal, though? Cherise and Daniel were not an item, per se. She didn't want to cling to the guy. Cherise was not a pleasant clinger, as much as she meant well.


"Actually, I am probably going to go get breakfast now," she sighed and placed the arrows into her quiver, which was then slung over a shoulder. She'd carry the bow for now. "Coming?" she inquired as she began to walk in the direction of the mess hall.

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Rae stalked the woods and there a strange feeling that something was wrong crept over her. Her boots lightly and slowly moved across an unbeaten path, cracking twigs and crunching dry leaves that might have fallen about. She took a moment to close her eyes and tap into the visual sense of the nearest living creature, but when her eyes opened the picture was clouded and hazy. It was nearly darkening, and Rae found herself reaching out to touch nearby trees in order to not run into them.

Something about this vision felt horribly out of place, and she blinked once more to snap back to her own sight. She managed to grasp a decent picture of where the creature was, so she used that to eventually find herself where she was supposed to be.

On the ground was a nightingale with one of her arrows pinning the wing to the ground, and Rae looked up upon hearing a series of smaller whistling from apparently more than one source. There, cradled against a tree branch, was a nest. She knelt down and scooped the tiny avian up after she pulled out the arrow. Oh, but she's never been able to heal an animal in her life. What was she supposed to do? She could take her to Cherise, and she made the sound choice that it was her only option. Rae turned and began to go back from whence she came.

That's when her mother showed up; Artemis, blocking her daughter's path. "Going somewhere?" she inquired, her hands calmly placed at the lap of her flowing cream-colored dress.

"Hello, mother. So nice of you to show you care. As I have already shared with you, you're a little too late for mother-daughter talks," she says as a matter-of-factly, and attempted to bypass Artemis by stepping off to the side.

Artemis turned around to look after her retreating child, "You seem to believe that I will stand for your disobedience and your ungrateful little mouth." While the goddess' voice was quite calm, the words were firm and piercing. This was her daughter, and she would have that dominance and authority over her even if it took a harsher tone. She and Rae were very much alike—stubborn to the core, independent of others, and clearly in charge of her own life and destiny with little to no help from anyone. Those were good traits, but she needed further training and Artemis won't stand for any more of that mouth. Rae blamed her for the life that she had to live, but Artemis believed that it built the girl up to who she is now. Had her life been any easier, Rae might not be who she is right at this very moment. Sure, she has some psychological wounds and problems, but they could fix that here. Artemis could help her, but Rae was resistant at every turn.

Rae sighed, still gently cupping the wounded bird in her hands. Ever since she had come to Camp Athens, Artemis has been on her ass and it was getting a little irritating. Who did this woman think she was? Her mother? "What do you want?" she asked as she stopped in her tracks but did not turn around.

That didn't matter because Artemis walked to Rae and eventually moved in front of her. The amiable appearance of this woman made Rae sick to her stomach. The thought that she had a mother through her mess of a life the entire time made her sick.

"I just want you to heal the bird. That's all," she replied calmly and held out her hands to rest them at the knuckles of Rae's. "You injured her, so you heal her."

The truth was that Rae's arrow was never on the direct path to hit the nightingale. It simply wasn't possible. Artemis had caused it, and while it was a sort of twisted thing to do, the bird would be healed regardless of what transpired after. It wouldn't even remember that it has been injured. Perhaps that was cold of the goddess, but she thought that she might have felt a little empathy come from the girl. Just a little. It was just too bad that she had almost zero for humans.

"I'm afraid that I don't know how," Rae confessed.

"Well, my child, if you stop resisting me I can show you," she began, turning away from Rae as if she might leave, "...or you can just run to Cherise and never get better at anything. Your choice."

The Moon-Child was quiet for a few moments, her gaze cast down to the bird in thought. She looked back at the tree with the nest and wondered about this or that. Could she do it? Does she care enough about this little thing to heal it? She picked it up with the intent to bring her to Cherise. Did that mean that she cared?"Fine," she relented.

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The first to speak was Cherise's friend, whom both boys had a hard time remember her name. Did she even introduce herself to them? Before either could ask though, the demigoddess left, leaving them with Cherise.

"I got my job in a while ago, thank the gods. It's starting to get a little warm."

The two nodded as she started cleaning the area up and mentioned breakfast before stating she hoped for a quiet breakfast. Heath nodded. He did catch the lie, but decided to not address it since Cherise must have her reasons. He would keep an eye on her though and if she lied again, he would bring it up.

"I come from a big family and I am lucky if I have a private breakfast. Then again since moving out on my own, most of my breakfasts have been quiet. But then Ethan here likes talk and fill in the silence."

Heath chuckled when he said that last line.

Ethan rolled his eyes and replied, "Are you saying I talk too much?"

"You are pretty loquacious my friend," Heath laughed.

"See what I have to put up with Cherise? He takes after his mother too much, he's too honest for his own good."

"Thank you, I am glad I am like my mother. Since I know when someone lies to me, it be hypocritical to lie myself," Heath replied, looking directly at Cherise when he said that.

While he wouldn't bring up her lie, he did want to remind her not to lie around him. When Cherise finished up, she debated on whether she should take a shower or not. She eventually decided she would go now and asked if they were coming. Both guys smelled themselves too.

"Unfortunately I do need a shower Cherise."

"Same here, but we'll meet up with you there in no time. Our cabin isn't too far from here."

With that the 2 left and soon arrived at their cabin before getting taking showers and getting changed. Leaving the cabin again, they head for where the food was and arrive to indeed see others there. Seeing that Iliana wasn't there, both wondered if she had already ate and just left. They get their own meals and sit down to eat.

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Even though Iliana was aware of when the others were doing, she kept her whole attention on Alex.

"I don't remember. I just remember the people who were there at the party. Everyone was enjoying themselves the best they knew how, and that creepy guy...Sylas...he passed me at one point and then I just... got angry after seeing Mason enter the closet with Andy. That's all I know."

Sylas's name caught Iliana's attention. Before she could think about it, Alex continued.

"Lets just face it... It was my fault. All of it is. I hope you find peace with yourself soon..."

Alex began to walk away, then stopped. She turned to Iliana, looking a little hesitant.

"Thank you.... for, you know... trying to help."

Iliana felt her defeated nature, a feeling she knew all too well. At least Alex hadn't been tortured like her, but any more drama and she might lose herself completely. The girl needed a break, that was for sure. As much as Iliana wanted to follow her, she knew when someone needed to be alone and the 2 were still strangers. Plus her attention was quickly diverted to Sloane's outburst. Spinning around, Iliana watch her shout at the big muscle guy.

"I didn't make myself the victim. You did!"

Puzzled, Iliana started listening in earnest.

"I wasn't scared until you came crashing into my life! Because now, I don't have it under control. It isn't about me anymore. You brought yourself into this mess... Along with your sister, Wes, even Andy. Every single person you've opened your big mouth too is now in danger because you put your nose somewhere it didn't belong."

Her words and anger penetrated Iliana's heart like spear, she felt the underlying fear too. Was she . . . talking about Sylas? Iliana tried to focus on just the words, while battling her own emotions, which were starting to rise again.

"I bore his anger so no one else would have to!"

With those words she caused the guy to tumble over before saying she wasn't a victim or weak. The angry woman walked away then, saying not to follow her. Iliana gasped and shuddered as she dropped to her knees, clasping her notebook to her chest. She was shaking and taking deep breaths as the wind picked up a bit. It took her several minutes, but the breathing helped her calm down, but now she was exhausted. She didn't even realize the big guy had left for when she looks up she only saw Wes and Trinity. The wind was still blowing, but it had calmed down slightly. Iliana got up and walked towards Trinity. Writing something down, she showed it to Trinity.

~Was she talking about Sylas? Has he hurt her? I did see that Sylas was hurt the other day. Did that big guy who was here do that to him, because Sylas hurt his sister? That big guy is your brother right? Sorry, what's his name?~

She didn't mean to ask so many questions, but she had so many of them.

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Koa was right behind Nelly as she greeted Daniel. He asked her new companion about her name. It definitely sounded like an islander name. Soon Daniel introduced himself as one of Hecate's kids. That had to have some perks. Suddenly Daniel asked if she and Koa were twins. Nelly burst out in laughter.

"What gave you that idea?! We look nothing alike! It would be cool if we were related though. I know my father isn't the 'steady' types when it comes to relationships, but neither is my mom. My mom loves her independence too much. My parents are on good terms though, so that's good. I actually never met my father or knew of my divine half until I was 10 right after I discovered I had a nut allergy. I have to tell you it was a relief to know why I was so fast or have a perfect visual memory."

Daniel then asked her about last night.

"I had a great time, despite how it ended. I don't think I did so well with that game though. I never played it before. It got pretty awkward between Sylas and I hehe. What was the purpose of it? I know you and Cherise were in there and ya'll looked pretty happy exiting. Maybe you can explain to me what was suppose to happen?"

Nelly laughed again when he asked if she had been to prison. She knew her father was called the God of Thieves from the time he 'borrowed' Apollo's herd.

"Not quite, but I have gotten speeding tickets hehe. I have a way of getting into trouble though. My mom says my middle name should have been Trouble hehe."

She was really enjoying Daniel's company, so much so she didn't pay attention to when others came into the hall. So when Daniel asked if they like to be training buddies, Nelly leaped at it.

"I don't know if I have friends yet since I just got here, but yeah I'd love to train with you. How often do they train us here?"

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Image He had come to accept Liv as a somewhat mysterious and unabashed individual who felt no need to justify what she said or her actions. But sometimes, he would love to get in her head and see what she meant, how she really felt. For example, why for a few seconds he all but felt devoured under her eyes. It wasn't enough to be uneasy around the environment but Liv herself was now adding to his self-consciousness.

Duke stole glances over his shoulder and around to check where Liv was. Not so much to save him from the water but because she was unpredictable and the commander of the element he was treking deeper into. Although he tried to believe, she wasn't unhinged and reckless. Entirely. It didn't take long at all to lose sight of her until she surfaced inches away from him. Duke's head jerked back startled again by her unapologetic and deviant behaviour. He almost put his hands on her to guide her a more appropriate distance apart but she probably wasn't a fan of man handling and it may be an implication that he was intimidated by the petite company.

Then she truly did the unexpected. "My father says that I'm not the daughter that he wanted. That... I could never be better than his sons." It was disarming when Liv finally opened up. Duke opened his mouth a few times to argue they weren’t all alike and Poseidon’s perception of her was unfair but his mouth clamped shut in a tight line waiting for Liv to say her whole piece uninterrupted. But it only got more alarming when she pressed against him and he automatically backed away. "Gods fear my father, and... I am beginning to believe that the iron fist rules mightiest than the velvet glove."

"So you want to be known as threatening and for evoking fear? You have to be better than that." Coming from Duke, it was a desperate plea. He always thought the daughter of Poseidon stood out for her single-mindedness. He'd never guess her to want to fit into the god's shadow or fetch approval so badly.

She only persisted in pushing him further back, Duke's eyes fixed on Liv's dark pair. But somewhere he had to draw the line. His hands came up finally gripping her upper arms, unbeknownst to him too late. "Liv.." he began. "Come on, be better than this." The seduction to conform to godly impulses was too easy and it ran in all their bloods. Sex, punishment and revenge, reckless power demonstrations, murder. There had to be some demigods that broke the cycle.

A certain something brushed by his leg making him stiffen. He looked through the water to inspect the undeniable source but Liv cupped his face. "Oh, Duke - there's so much more to fear than drowning. The children of Poseidon command all in the sea's domain." A feeling of doom hit him. There was no time for retaliation before she pushed him and suddenly he was submerged.

The first reaction was to surface. Scramble for air. Sharp pricks on his arms prevented him from swimming up immediately. All around him were a swarm of seemingly agitated snakes, an amount he had never seen in one vicinity before. When taken under the rule was to remain calm and when faced with predators, supposedly the same. He didn’t know he could play the patient game when he was losing oxygen though. His eyes burned and he squeezed them shut the same time he braced to swim through the thicket of snakes. His limbs were met with more bites and constrictions, his movements encouraging the serpents only to squeeze tighter until he felt numb.

Duke forced his eyes open again trying to rip a particularly peristent snake from coiling firmer around his leg. These creatures were smarter than usual...more coordinated.

Air. Air. His lungs burned. He desperately needed to breathe again. He was losing his fight. It became a struggle. His body naturally soared in temperature, some bred defence mechanism. That was it. Even for the cold blooded creatures there was such thing as too hot. He didn't need flames just needed to embody intense heat. Heat rose. With more consciousness involved Duke began to spread the temperature through his veins. Some were repelled from the heat he was giving off and he took that opening to kick and stroke with what power remained in his muscles.

A flurry of bubbles almost obstructed his vision but he knew up and up was the way to go. He gasped when finally his head reached above water, paddling desperately to keep himself above it. Duke located shore and headed for it.

Somehow he managed to haul himself to the shallows then collapsed on all fours, coughing and spluttering all the while trying to suck in breaths for air still. The adversary left him pale, chest heaving, droplets of water with a steady stream of blood sliding down his body from where bites littered his skin. There was a predominent sting on his side, making him wince and grunt. One of Liv's pet's still latched onto his hip hissing, body flailing to try wrap around Duke's large torso in vain. He pinched below the snake's head with his index and thumb giving the creature a chance to suffocate or let go. Nature chose the later and Duke tossed it back to sea.

Duke glared up at Liv, a murderous edge to his look. He wanted training not a death wish. There was such thing as too far but apparently she didn't care. "You made your choice then?" he asked. Because somehow and in some way he still hoped the daughter of Poseidon hadn't chosen to get her dad's attention in such a way. That she could be independent beyond anything and moody. Not a desperate murderous daddy's girl. But if he looked at the circumstances...felt how badly his body burned and how close to drowning he came...of course she made her choice.

He turned away from her coughing out the last bit of ingested water. The rumbling and lights from the sky reminded him he had to get moving. Reluctant as he was. He shakily got to his feet without looking at her again. The thing with Liv was he was more disappointed because he placed blind faith in her. Considering she wasn't a fan of Trintiy and Alex what she just pulled was no better than those girls' lack of boundaries.

Respect wasn't earned between the two but he couldn't just walk off on her without her understanding why - in addition to nearly killing him. "Mm...Powerful but...'hought you were smart. Better..." he panted struggling to keep his eyes open. Struggling to stand on his own two feet. He got about two steps into the sand before collapsing again not able to catch himself this time. A dark haze clouded his vision and took over his mind.





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Image "I had a great time, despite how it ended. I don't think I did so well with that game though. I never played it before. It got pretty awkward between Sylas and I hehe. What was the purpose of it? I know you and Cherise were in there and ya'll looked pretty happy exiting. Maybe you can explain to me what was suppose to happen?"

Daniel's face went from brows furrowed in confusion to a smile as some red tinted his cheeks. "There's no set in stone rule but most people..." he began, looking at Kohana for support, hoping she'd chip in. "tend to use the time and privacy to kiss. Or do what your heart or body desire. I'm surprised he didn't try anything." Granted, Daniel didn't know the guy but he came off super smug and using a participant or two in a closet didn't seem beyond him. But he was relieved for Nelly. Providing she wasn't developing a little crush.

Next came the question about how often they got force trained, the two girls suddenly possessing a new spark of energy making Daniel smile. Also neither of them could really help themselves from mentioning the lack of friends, though it was more an off hand comment made by him. "Rarely. Normally staff run events or ‘major exercises’ to test our skills, force us to bond but otherwise it’s up to us really. You could always contribute to the suggestion box." He opened his palm and gestured to it, as if the daughters of Hermes would scribble something down immediately and place it into his hand. Daniel was the man that could make things happen after all. And he would seriously pitch to staff if it was something Daniel thought would be more the merrier. Or the more the more chaotic and troublesome.

"Also," Daniel raised a finger, turning his head in shame and gulping. "It hurts that you don't look at us as friends." He let the dejected act linger for a beat or two before flashing a grin. Daniel knew the friendship status would unravel in time. Particularly with such easy girls to get along with.

He got to his feet. "You might have a super fast metabolism but 5 minute rule before training begins." Daniel looked between the lovely girls, knocked on the table and headed out.

At least that was his initial destination before he pulled himself short at Evelyn's table, the girl miles away from the present. "Rough night?" She didn't look in her usual pristine condition and he totally got that witnessing last night's events would be tough to sleep on. When he first saw a demigod violent fight he...well he actually kinda liked it because he was somewhat sadistic and liked the drama and action of the place.

"Did you want a coffee?" Daniel looked around ready to fetch her some pick me up at her word.

"A few of us are going to train a bit if you want to join." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Up to you. No pressure but you should definitely do it." He flashed her a last smile and left. She didn't seem mighty approachable or like someone to bug after a tough encounter.

Daniel wandered to infirmary from there, shoving his hands in his pockets once again struck by a case of ADD. But when he saw Cherise, how could he help himself. He lit up like a child at Christmas just seeing her and if he timed it right...Daniel placed himself right in her path. He didn't entirely know why he went full school boy around her because "hey Cherise" was probably as likely to get her attention as aiming to bump into her. "Oh my gosh, such a coincidence!" He brought his hands out of his pockets to gesture to her, smile in place.

"So - so how's Andy doing?" She saw her later than Daniel did. But it's not even what he wanted to talk to her about. He threw himself in front of Cherise because...she was great in short. Great women that were easy to get along with and super magnetic, but were bad ass on the side with their marksmenship skills didn't stay single long. If she was even single. Daniel rubbed his neck uneasily. Sure, they kissed but some alcohol plus heat of the moment...didn't mean he could assume someone like her was free, or even interested with the giant elephant he had to explain.

He slid aside wearing a tight smile so she could have the whole pathway unobstructed again. "I'm trying to hold a mini training session if you want to be medic on stand by or have live target practice. You, me, two newbies. Could make it a team session."

Somewhere inside he was facepalming. He knew he couldn't skirt around it forever but he just wanted to have fun with her, live easy while time and camp events allowed.

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Rae had been staring at her hands for quite some time; the meek aerial creature cradled in her palms - still suffering, wounded wing twitching. For the child of Artemis, this was the way of life. There didn’t seem to be a reason for the redhead to play God, even if she is - technically, a Demigod with the ability to play the game of life and death with Earth’s “lesser” creatures. While she had managed to help a few people here and there, they were people - intelligent creatures with purpose and usefulness. Animals such as this tiny bird? Pathetic enough to not fly away in time to notice that an arrow was coming for it.

Yet, Rae was innately prone to caring for these little beasts. They were far less talkative than humans, for one. That was always a plus in Rae’s book. Secondly, they were extremely useful to her and her gift. Her emotions were a mixture of care and rationale. She could heal the bird, maybe, but she could also let nature take its course as intended. That’s the way of life. Of all life, even humans. Then again, just as one could fault the bird for a lack of knowing, Rae could also be blamed for a terribly misguided arrow. Deep down, this internal battle was truly the outcome of weakness. She couldn’t heal the bird. She’s never healed a living thing in her lifetime, and she had never intended to in her future.

The goddess watched her daughter with arms folded across her chest. It must be a complicated way of living - to be so cold when one is actually quite warm on the inside. Her shell was tough and hard to penetrate, but there is a part of her that wishes she could be like everyone else. Maybe even a little more like Cherise. Tolerable. She hadn’t expected that her daughter would take on the personality that she did, but her less than nurturing childhood had ruined a lot of what Rae could have been.

Artemis calmly stepped forward and took the bird from the cradle of Rae’s palms and smiled lightly, “I understand, Rae. Perhaps you need more time,” she concluded as gently as possible. There was no use in scolding a girl that couldn’t care less. “Besides, you have a guest.” With that said, there were a few seconds of light before the fluttering of wings beating against a gentle breeze could be heard alongside some cheerful tweeting. “Be kind, Rae.”

As Artemis melted away just as Sloane approached, and a pair of hazel eyes swung to greet the woman’s apologetic entrance, "I'm sorry. I was just wondering about and accidentally stumbled upon you both. I did not mean to interrupt." By this time, the goddess had left the scene to leave behind the two girls.

“Why are you sorry?” The fiery-haired woman’s head cocked to the left, her eyes fixated on Sloane with owlish curiosity. “Being sorry for interrupting because you were in the area makes so sense. I really wish people would quit apologizing for uncontrollable actions...” She sighed and turned away from the brunette to pluck a couple of fallen arrows from the ground and place them into her quiver.

Naturally, Rae had no idea that Sloane had just been crying. Nor did she notice any hint of emotion on her face that would indicate that her day had been completely shitty. Then again, why bother? Why bother with people’s emotions anyway? It wasn’t like Rae could make a day ruined by emotional turmoil any worse. Right? “It was just my mother. You know - mother-daughter talks and such. I say that she’s a bit too late for that, if you ask me!” There was a bit of laughter that slipped from her lips as she made an extremely dry joke that most people wouldn’t get. Only because she’s bad at joking, and most of her jests are just really cold truths trying to wear a funny disguise.

She tossed Sloane a quick glance over a shoulder and smirked, “Name’s Rae, by the way. Artemis’ biggest mistake. She’s far too kind to admit it, but I am hugely too flawed for one to even assume that I am her spawn. Who would you be?”

She turned to face Sloane, cocked her weight to the right leg, and then placed a hand on her right hip. “Wait - wait. Let me guess, hmm? I’m kind of good at this.” A lie. Even though Rae could not read the emotions clearly painted across Sloane’s face, something on the inside felt like she could use a good cheering up. Maybe it was just the fact that the woman seemed rather… soft, and Rae was the obvious opposite in personality.

“I can see that you’re an Ares child,” she made her “guess” as she wagged a finger at the brunette.

Whether or not the other woman would laugh was none of Rae’s concern. “I’m going to go eat. Did you eat yet? It looks like you could stand to eat a little more...” she noted in typical blunt Rae fashion while making a “skinny” motion with two hands at a narrow distance from each other. Whether or not she was joking is best left up to the individual, but it could be either.

She turned away once more, but this time to head toward the mess hall. Rae had a really casual stroll; slow and unbothered. This day had already been dragging on far too long with too little to do.





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Cherise was left to her own company, and she didn’t really mind that. This meant that she could think about how she might approach Keith. No, Daniel. Keith? She blinked and tilted her head from side to side, the quiet conversation in her head running through her at a million miles and hour. Why’d she kiss him last night? Was she stupid? Maybe. Maybe she’s stupid. Cherise really detested liars, but she wasn’t entirely immune to liking them as well.

A lie was the only explanation that she could naturally come up with. It annoyed her, but she didn’t want to be annoyed with him. Oh, but she should be! She sighed at her self-directed conversation and kicked a rock a few times down the trail in front of her. She’d give him a piece of her mind! Yes. That’s what Rae would tell her to do. Yes. Don’t give a liar an inch!

“Oh my gosh, such a coincidence!" A familiar voice came to her, and when she looked up she saw Daniel, as cheerful as ever. She didn’t say anything and allowed him to continue spouting off at the mouth. It wasn’t because she was mad at him, it was simply due to the fact that she was greatly confused by him. “So - so how's Andy doing?" She was still silent. If Daniel’s sister wasn’t in great shape, he’d have known by now. Most people probably would. It was safe to assume that she was probably okay, and Cherise probably would have said otherwise if it were not true. That, and well - her inability to heal Andy to the fullest made her feel a touch guilty. She should feel horrible because people expect her to do these things, but she was still such a novice.

"I'm trying to hold a mini training session if you want to be medic on stand by or have live target practice. You, me, two newbies. Could make it a team session." Silence. Heavy, awkward, unsettling silence.

Daniel rubbed his neck, and the silence of Cherise likely did not help to settle his nerves. A sigh fell from her lips, and her head titled just slightly, “Don’t you think you owe me something? Are you just going to stand there and pretend that you didn’t lie to me about everything?”

Yes, it was obvious that Cherise was a little upset by this whole situation. She gripped the bow in her hand, but deadly weapon aside - her angry tone was quite weak. It almost sounded like she had to force herself to scold him.

“I know that we just met, but you didn’t need to make up a whole new name and persona. I am not stupid, you know. I mean -” she started to make confused gestures, her weapon flailing about with her hand as she tried to get everything in her thoughts out. Yes. This was a GREAT scolding, and he deserved it. “I feel pretty stupid!” She huffed that out like a toddler throwing a cute little tantrum. It was really hard to yell at someone when you were just too nice for this world.

She’s too nice for this world. Even her scolding is too nice.

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Image Daniel's face fell and so did his gut. Of course he couldn't avoid it forever and Cherise had a totally valid reaction minus the waving around of the bow, that his eyes flickered to nervously.

"Okay!" he said suddenly when the most adorable tantrum came to a rest. He wanted to hug her but given the circumstances, he figured it was well and truly best to lay off. At least until he explained himself first and she didn't shun him.
Daniel gestured off trail, and began to head that way hoping Cherise had enough trust or respect in him to follow. For once in his life he didn't actually want to cause a scene. Once they got to a nice clearing , for some reason he imagined them sitting down and talking about it easily. The reality was he was far too restless to take a seat on the inviting sunlit grass or even stand still in one spot.

"I owe you an explanation or two, that's true. But I didn't lie to you. It's..." he sighed out. Where did he even begin? "My name is Daniel. That's who I am and who I've been for most my life. But last year, there was a war. The camp got invaded and we didn't all make it to the other side. We won," he threw his hands up in gesture to the whole place that was obviously still standing and teeming with life. "But...we didn't all survive."

He gnawed on his lip able to transport himself right back to the war zone their haven had become. The stress, anxiety and determination...how chaotic and helpless they really were in the end. Daniel could recall every damn minute of it and every sensation until his last breath was drawn. His eyes moved back to the sweet and patient brunette. She didn't need to fret, story time wasn't over but it was better to show and tell. He peeled off his jumper then unbuttoned his shirt shaking it down to his elbows. Daniel's torso was painted with a series of scars, mostly faded and foolishly caused by conjurations gone haywire, but there was a predominant one. Darker, bigger and badder than the rest. "I tried to take one of the giants down and while I was focusing on him, I was attacked from behind." He shifted to reveal a near identical scar on his back.

There was little room to doubt the blade went all the way through him. He could almost feel it again like a phantom pain when the war was brought up. Daniel rubbed his sternum as if assuring himself he was in one piece then flickered up a weak smile to Cherise. "I died, Cherise. I was dead. But mom being mom couldn’t leave well enough alone. She revived me but..." he pressed his tongue to his cheek caging in some raw emotion. "Not as myself. I don't know if it was by accident or she wanted to remodel me or what. All I had was false memories and a false identity. For months. 'Keith'."

He flicked up his shirt and took a couple paces. As he was talking about it, it's like he was unravelling the mystery and trying to comprehend it with her. "I guess being in the camp environment again, forced to face peers and reality ruined the whole blockade. I only came back around as myself yesterday."

Did that all sound crazy? He spun on his heels and covered those few steps back with a lot more hesitance. Daniel risked a guilty glance to her face. If she was open enough to believe him then he also owed her an explanation as to why it was only coming out now. "I like you and I don't know what version of me you like. I've been afraid to tell you because I didn't want you thinking I've been using you or lying to you." Which is obviously too late the cynic in him chimed. "I didn't want to risk what we had."

What would follow would make or break the man. A smack for some long winded exotic tale? A hug? Or one of her warm trusting smiles that just enveloped him in comfort? Maybe she'd walk off without a word... Daniel braced himself from best to worse. Not to say the daughter of Apollo couldn't surprise him.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
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Wes sat there in the silence, patiently waiting for Liam's response. Part of him hoped that his attempt at sharing wisdom would make it's way past the son of Ares's thick skull. But when he felt lightness in the air and even saw a smirk on the man's face, it took a bit of self control not to get up and walk away. Instead, he simply sighed and shook his head. Wes couldn't care less at that point if his frustration rendered or not. But he decided to be patient and see what Liam had to say on the matter.

"I just don’t understand what it’s like to not be like me. I don’t get people that let things happen to them. Those things never mattered to me because I just let the world eat the weak as it’s supposed to do. Then there’s Sloane, and she’s different to me. I don’t know… why she’s different. I do, but I don’t - you know what I mean." Wes contemplated interjecting his own opinion, but decided to remain silent and let Liam finish his thought before giving his own rebuttal.

He watched as Liam held out his hands, staring at them like weapons rather than appendages of his own body. "But I don’t know what to do for her without making her feel indebted to me, angry, or whatever. I certainly don’t need her to be scared for me. I’m a big boy, I can handle myself." He then leaned back crossing his arms over his chest, coming to the end of his own argument. "I guess you could say we’re one in the same. Our tiny worlds just opened up to something bigger. Who’d’a known?"

Liam's last comment took him by surprise, it was almost wise. His own chuckle brought a slight smirk to Wes's face for a brief moment. But he couldn't leave the conversation at just that. "So, what you're saying is... Because Sloane is weak, by your definition, the world should of had its way with her and that've been the end of it?" He asked. Of course, that's not what Liam meant, technically, but with his argument that's the way it sounded. "Has it ever occurred to you that strength is more than how much you can bench press? He let that sink in for a moment before continuing. No joking, just a plain expression on his face.

"You and I," Wes continued, motioning between the two of them. "Are strong... Physically. No one would deny that. And Sloane is stronger than the pair of us." He held Liam's gaze to show he was serious. "Someone hurts our pride, and we stomp off like a scolded child. And those are just words... Or maybe a shove in front of our friends." Liam didn't needed to say what Sloane did hurt his pride, he could feel it. And most of all, Wes was a guy too. Regardless of how comfortable they were with themselves, when a female shows them up in front of others, they're embarrassed.

"She has been dealing with her brothers verbal and physical abuse for... years, I'd assume. And she's not crazy, or suicidal, or begging for help. She took it and accepted it, because to her, that protected other people. So, while it's not physical strength, it's mental and emotional. And you and I both have the emotional fortitude of tissue paper."

Wes still wasn't sure if Liam would be able to wrap his head around that, but there wasn't many other ways he could have explained it. He sat there in silence for a moment as he went over what Liam had said once more, making sure to address everything... Or try to at least. When he came to his next point, he sighed and clapped his hands together softly. "Women will always get mad at us... for something. We always mess up somehow, someway... More often then not because we aren't mind readers and need shit spelled out for us. And you, my guy," Wes's lips pulled into a tight, apologetic smile. "Don't have as much game as you think you do, and definitely don't understand what women are thinking. If you plan to stay in Sloane's life, you'll have to accept that you'll piss her off a lot more."

Hopefully that didn't get him a swift punch in the face. Wes wasn't try to insult Liam or poke fun, but simply be honest with him. The son of Ares acted like he was the Gods gift to women, as most cocky men do... as Wes did at a certain point in his life. But Liam had the subtly of a freight train. He didn't know how to be gentle with a woman and damn well didn't know how to be romantic. And perhaps that wasn't his goal, maybe he was just trying to helpful, but regardless, his handling was rough and he needed to know.

"I don't know if you ever been in love..." Wes held up his hands to stop Liam before he started. "I'm not saying this is love. But love, or caring for someone, is irrational. I could be best friends with Zeus and still worry about his well being. Sloane knows you can handle yourself, and yet... She will still worry about you. That doesn't mean she thinks you're weak... It means she cares."

"Look," Wes sighed, as his hand raised to rub his head. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do. I'm just trying to help you understand maybe a fraction of what she is feeling." With that he shrugged his shoulders and leaned back against the tree. He had no clue if any of that got to Liam, but it was the best he could do.




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"Why are you sorry?" The red head asked with a cocked head, while the woman that accompanied her vanished. "Being sorry for interrupting because you were in the area makes so sense. I really wish people would quit apologizing for uncontrollable actions..."

"Habit," was all Sloane managed to respond with. For most people that was the polite thing to do. If they stumbled upon what seemed like a private moment they apologized, even if it wasn't an accident. But Sloane's finishing school antics didn't look to be in similar company with the red head. She came off blunt, and honest to the point of being offensive and unbothered. Not that it overly bothered her, Sloane had more on her mind than worry about the way one girl she never met treated her.

The red head began to collect arrows, which Sloane took to be the end of their very short conversation. She started to take a step back in the direction from where she came when the girl spoke up again. "It was just my mother. You know - mother-daughter talks and such. I say that she’s a bit too late for that, if you ask me!" Then she laughed, although it didn't sound like it was due to some great joke, but the irony of it. Sarcasm or humor as a defense mechanism was common.

"Name’s Rae, by the way. Artemis’ biggest mistake. She’s far too kind to admit it, but I am hugely too flawed for one to even assume that I am her spawn. Who would you be?"

Sloane took a moment before parting her lips to respond, but Rae interjected before a sound was able to escape. "Wait - wait. Let me guess, hmm? I’m kind of good at this."

She let her mouth close as she cupped her hands together in front of her. Sloane decided to humor Rae, she'd be curious to see what conclusion the girl came to. Based on her own knowledge of... well, herself, Athena would be her assumption, or perhaps Hestia. Yet neither of those crossed Rae's lips. "I can see that you’re an Ares child."

Sloane was so surprised by that comment, she actually snorted. She quickly brought her hand up to cover her mouth as she chuckled for a good moment. "No. I can't fight to save my life." She let out one final laugh before deciding to introduce herself similarly to Rae. "I'm Sloane. Reluctant protégée of Eris."

"I’m going to go eat. Did you eat yet? It looks like you could stand to eat a little more..."

Sloane looked down at her waist as Rae made a gesture at how skinny she was. She contemplated the offer for a moment, even looking in the general direction of the cafeteria, or where she assumed it was anyway. Sure, she could mope around all day in the woods, which would do nothing but make her more angry or feel more guilty. Plus, the mention of food made her stomach growl. It had to be about lunch time at that point and she could definitely go for some food. "I had breakfast a couple hours ago. But I could go for lunch."

Once Rae turned and headed toward the mess hall, Sloane hesitated a moment before trailing after her. Neither one of them seemed to be in a particular hurry and she was fine with that. It gave her more time to clear her head and digest everything that transpired. She also tried her best to wipe whatever tear residue remained away from her cheeks and appear like she hadn't just been crying.

Unfortunately for Sloane, luck did not seem to be on her side that day. As they traversed the woods and grew closer to the center of camp, a feint male voice could be heard ahead. She thought about turning around or diverting, but she wasn't leading, and soon enough Rae ended up leading them right towards it. Sure enough, sitting before them was Wes... and Liam. Sloane stopped dead in her tracks as she looked between them. It gave her one of those sinking feelings like when you walk into a room where everyone was just talking about you.

She had been standing there too long not to say something, or it would get awkward... It was already awkward. Sloane blinked and swallowed before managing to find her voice. "Wes. Liam." That was enough and she had zero desire to stick around and chat. Without caring about personal space, Sloane took a hold of Rae's arm and tugged her along as she lead them away from the pair. This time her steps were quicker, determined to lead them away before either one of the guys could manage to sit up and follow after them... hopefully.

Once they reached the center of camp, with the mess hall in sight, she released Rae's arm with a sigh. "Long story." That wasn't much of an explanation... at all, but it was something. Sloane resumed walking toward the cafeteria at a more leisurely speed, only to stop after a couple steps and turn back toward Rae. "Uh, sorry... For just dragging you along." She then gave the best half smile she could manage before continuing on towards the hall.




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Mason's hand moved to rest atop her own that cupped his cheek. "It's okay," he tried to assure her, but it didn't do much. After a moment or two, he tried to sit himself up and Andy aided what she could. But his effort didn't last long before he fell back into her lap. "Shit, sorry. Are you alright?"

"It's ok. I'm fine," she tried to reassure him in return. As Andy knelt there, she tried to figure out how the hell she would get them both out of there before a bunch of unwanted campers stumbled upon the scene. She couldn't very well help him up while keeping herself stable. Maybe a little bit of her powers... just a smidge. Something so small Mason wouldn't notice and it wouldn't take too much out of her.

Before she had the chance to do anything, another person dropped down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Andy looked over noticing it was Trinity as she spoke, "Hey, you okay? Are you hurt?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Andy nodded her head, while wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, trying her best not to get Mason's blood everywhere.

"What happened to you two?" It wasn't until Andy heard a growl come from Trinity, that she noticed what she was looking at... The culprit. For the time being she was focused on Mason rather than answering the question. It could wait a minute. And while she knelt there watching Mason in pain and bleeding, Trinity pressed her head gently against hers, a silent way to show her support, something that Andy greatly appreciate.

"You had one job," Trinity scolded Mason.

"It's not his fault," Andy said as he grimaced before sitting upright, keeping his back to them. "Mason has been with me all night. Even got me out of the infirmary. Ajax just showed up and punched him."

Trinity sighed. "Okay, come on." First she helped Andy to her feet, slowly and gently. One of the blonde's arms slid under hers for support before she helped Mason to his feet and picked up the bag. Andy had no idea how she managed it all but she didn't question it. After Mason gained his bearings, she felt his hand gently stroke her back reassuringly. "Where did youse wanna go?"

"Her cabin."

It didn't take too terribly long for them to reach her cabin. Trinity refused to release her hold on either one of them until they were near the foot of Andy's bed. She ordered for them to sit and while Mason listened, Andy slowly walked over to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and began to wash his blood from her hands. All the while, trying her very best not to look up at the mirror. She was almost certain she probably looked she was hit by a car... She didn't need it confirmed.

Once finished, she grabbed one wet cloth and another dry one before rejoining them. Just as Andy stepped back out into the room there was a nasty crunch as Trinity snapped Mason's nose back in place. "N- Jesus!" She winced slightly, the sound enough to churn her stomach.

Andy made her way over to the foot of the bed, taking a seat beside Mason. "Here," she said softly as her right hand softly took ahold of his jaw and turned his face toward her. With the wet wash cloth Andy began slowly and gently wiping away the dried blood from his face. Her heart sank a little at the sight of his nose already bruising, the purple and blue spreading a little under his eyes. She hesitated for a moment before continuing and ran the rag along his lips. Her gaze briefly shifted between his own and his mouth. Andy shouldn't have been thinking about the night before, there were far more important things that could plague her mind. Yet as she brushed away the blood from his bottom lip all she could think about was the closet.

She inhaled softly and diverted her gaze before she had a chance to blush or make her self look even more ridiculous. While looking away Andy made sure to clean his hands before offering him the clean dry towel. "In case it starts to bleed again." She gave a weak smile and moved to her feet, taking the dirtied rag into the bathroom.

Andy tossed the bloodied cloth into a dirty clothes basket with a sigh. And as she stood there for a moment, she allowed herself one begrudged look at the mirror. It wasn't as bad as she expected... She had Cherise to thank for that. Mostly she look exhausted and feeble. But no scorch marks or wounds. Just weak, like a battery drained of it's life.

She sighed and stepped back into the room where there was still a heavy looming silence. But it seemed the moment she locked eyes on Mason, he took it upon himself to break that silence. "You know you've heard it a thousand times but the Valises are assholes. Did everyone but him see Alex send a thousand volts through you." Andy began to take a step forward and part her lips, but he held up his hand to stop her and continued. "I’m just saying it’s a bad move. Sure, he's thought about you and cared about you, second. I've always thought you've settled for less than you deserve."

Andy's fingers fidgeted as she waited for her chance to speak. "No, you're right," she agreed as she crossed the room and resumed her seat on the bed beside him.

Mason sighed as he looked over at her. She could sense his... compassion? Gods, she hoped it wasn't pity. She already hated that she was a burden to both of them. She didn't want their pity too. Her gaze fell to her hands as Mason's arm wrapped around her and he placed a soft kiss upon her cheek. "I'm sorry this has all happened to you," he whispered into her ear. Did he mean the fight with Alex? Ajax? Himself?... Maybe it was a bit of all of it.

She let herself sink into his hold slightly as she looked between him and Trinity. "It wasn’t always bad, you know?" Andy admitted to them both. "I don’t think it got bad, or I ever really noticed it, until Alex became… unhinged. He was so focused on her and I… had my own problems." Then it all just started coming out. Like a dam was broken and everything that was bottled up in her flooded out. "Daniel’s death, the underworld… and I felt like everywhere I turned there was fighting. You and Ajax… you and me."

For a moment she grew silent. Andy's fingers tugged at the hem of her shirt. "Gods did we fight a lot... I don’t think we could go a day without arguing." She began to move her hands like weighing the different arguments. "You were mad at me because I spent the night with Ajax. I was mad at you because you slept with Eve. We both thought each other deserved better and…" Her voice trailed off.

Was that it? Was it all that simple the whole time but either of them had been too stubborn to see it? All their arguments and fighting simply because they thought each other deserved better? Or was it more than that? Part of her always felt that a piece of it was jealousy. But it wasn't like Mason ever let anyone know how he felt unless it was anger... the one emotion he was more than happy to share. Andy wanted to ask him, but part of her knew she'd never get a straight answer, and if she did it wouldn't be while Trinity was there. But maybe, just maybe this all at least meant the fighting would stop... For now at least.

"Ajax and I might have fought more, but we were barely around each other," Andy continued hoping to sweep her previous comments under the rug. "Alex took every waking moment of his attention while I waited around for him. It was exhausting… constantly putting him first without receiving a fraction in return."

And with that comment, her eyes widened slightly. Andy sat upright, putting some distance between herself and Mason as the realization sunk in. "I’m sorry… I’m no better than him. He put Alex first, I put him first and you put me first… I’m your Ajax. Jesus." She sighed. Her elbows rested on her knees as she buried her face in her hands. No tears, she's shed plenty of those. Just disgust. Disgust with herself.

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#EB641D || Outfit || Woods w/Wes

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"She has been dealing with her brothers verbal and physical abuse for... years, I'd assume. And she's not crazy, or suicidal, or begging for help. She took it and accepted it, because to her, that protected other people. So, while it's not physical strength, it's mental and emotional. And you and I both have the emotional fortitude of tissue paper."

There was silence again. Everything that came out of Wes’ mouth made Liam sick to his stomach. In fact, Wes could probably pick up on just how quickly the aloof air around him began to drift into potent anger. It was all he could do to stave off kicking the Aphrodite child in the face. All that he could hear were excuses after excuses attempting to disguise Sloane’s weakness as strength. No battered man or woman staying with their abuser is strong for not leaving. That’s just a really sick dependency, or some kind of weird self-esteem issue that the son of Ares could barely fathom.

Everything else that Wes said was heard, but he’d not respond to it right now. His teeth were clenched, the muscles in his jaw were pulsing. A vein or two nearly burst out of his forehead. As much as he tried to stay his physical aggression, it just came. It never fails to be aroused. He couldn’t help it. Liam didn’t truly want to hurt anyone while he was here (except for Sylas), but what Wes said irked him. Every word dripped with irritation that enticed the beast, and it reeled its head and showed its face as though there was nothing human to control it anymore. As if the only thought was painted in vivid red, and it was rage - anger, annoyance. To make things worse…

….It was absolutely enthralling.

He shifted quickly, lunging forward onto his knees to face Wes. Two large hands shoot out and grab at the collar of the man’s tank top, pulling him into the son of Ares to look that Beast dead in its eyes. Liam was there - he is always there - but this part of him was king at this very moment, and there was little that the man, himself, could do to hold it back. When he spoke, it was through gritted teeth - his lips curled in a near snarl as his breath was inches away from Wes’ face, "You call staying with your abuser strength? Mentally, physically, emotionally - that’s not strength. It’s weakness. We are our own people. We make our own choices. We don’t make choices because we fear what other people will do. Other people are not our responsibility." His grip became tighter, his knuckles paling as he continued. "She was strong the moment she left that fucking cabin - whether it was with me or without me. Leaving is the hardest part. That's when strength comes." He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Men like me - like Sylas, we know that. We like women like Sloane - obedient, self-blaming, afraid that we might hurt someone else. That’s what we like." As he spoke, it was fairly obvious that he was speaking on experiences, perhaps even being in the same shoes as Sylas. Maybe not emotionally or mentally manipulative, but physically aggressive - taking what he wants from people that he could easily put in his place. Even battering women because - why not? They let him. So long as he never hurt anyone else. So long as maybe one day he’d change and not be that man. But men like him and Sylas? They never changed. Never.

It took a few moments, but he was able to calm the Beast down and settle. When he realized that he had the death grip on his half-sister’s boyfriend, he loosened his grip and withdrew completely. "Don’t say shit like that to Sloane. I don’t want her going back to him because she thinks she’s protecting anyone. I want her to stay away and live her own life. Sylas is his own person… she is not responsible for his actions." He flopped back down on the ground and threw his head back against the tree trunk with a heavy ‘thwap’. He went silent again and attempted to quell that hungry rage at the pit of his stomach.

Around that time, Rae and Sloane came about. He didn't bother to open his eyes when he heard his name, as his greatest weakness right now was rushing away from the scene leaving him to feel a hundred times worse than he did already. By this time, the air around him had settled to something less thickly laced with bitterness. It was calm again - like a storm that rushed in, tossed everything around, and then swiftly blew past to reveal a brightly shining sun. It came in quick, but the damage was already done. She'd likely only see what was left behind - whatever distress Wes must have felt, or the fact that Liam looked so damned defeated. Enough to be completely silent even as she called out his name.

"I don’t understand women, and I don’t care if I piss her off. I will always be honest with her and myself. That means that I will piss her off, and she’ll probably stomp off and go cry about it somewhere. But if she’s not with that brother of hers? I don’t care. I will figure it out as I go, but for now - my only worry is that she will go back, and if I have to be the asshole, I will be the asshole." His broad shoulders rolled in a shrug, and that was a concluding statement. An Ares child didn’t live to be told what to do and how to do it, and sometimes emotions had to be pushed aside for the better option. He could live with Sloane hating him, but he would make her crawl over his dead cold body before she went back to living the way she did.





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#fa8072 || Outfit || W/Daniel

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Naturally, Cherise tagged along with Daniel. She did ask for an explanation, so it would do her little good to deny him the opportunity. Honestly? She wasn’t that upset with him. Confused? Yes. Upset? She’s not all that sure.

When they came to a quiet clearing, perfectly sunlit and warming as the day progressed into the afternoon, she stood next to him and braced herself for the explanation. It would hopefully help clear things up so that she could focus on other things. Admittedly, she’s spent far too much of her time wondering about what the hell was going on, and what she may or may not have said or done in a whole twenty-four hours.

Then Daniel began to recount the story of what transpired here, and Cherise could tell that there was anxiety in his voice and written across his face. As he unpeeled his shirt from his torso and displayed his scars, she stepped in front of him and stood so that they were face-to-face. She unabashedly stepped forward, closing the distance between them as they had done once or twice before. Small curious fingers gently ran over a couple of them, but then he shifted and caused her to withdraw her touch. She listened with the calm sympathy of a friend until he revealed something that clearly took her aback.

That he had died. He had truly died. Wide-eyed, she looked up at him, and she was horrified by the thought of what she imagined death felt like - looked like, even. "You died?" There was shock in her soft, almost whispering, tone of voice. This wasn’t something that one heard everyday, and she certainly hadn’t been prepared for such a revelation. She stood there quietly and allowed him to continue with his confessions, glad that she wasn’t the root cause of his misunderstanding - yet also a little guilty for making him relive what she was certain must have been especially damaging to him. Usually people just died, they did not have to deal with the consequences of coming back. That, and she was new to camp - she was hardly as affected by this as others must have been. She wondered what his sister must have gone through, or even his friends. There was a lot to think about, but very little included herself.

There were so many pressing questions at the tip of her tongue, but none were appropriate. Cherise just did what Cherise does best. She smiled her brightest and warmest smile and then stepped into him, throwing her arms around him for a reassuring and hopefully sympathetic embrace. There were no words to say when someone tells you that they died. At least, there were no words that she could find at the moment. It didn’t appear that his death was what he thought about the most - but that he didn’t know how to let her know. That must have bothered him a great deal, and she wanted to assure him that everything was a-okay in her book.

She pulled away, not her arms, but just tilted her head back and looked up at him with that smile of hers, "Well, thank the gods that you are here, Daniel. But for your transgression of withholding vital information, you must put on a blindfold while I shoot apples on the top of your head for training. That’s your punishment." Was that a jest or a sincere desire? Well, he was going to find out.

She wasn’t dismissing this whole ordeal, but it was a lot to unpack. It was… unsettling in so many ways. Cherise also didn’t want to force Daniel to dwell on it. He needed to move on from such a dark time in his life, and she’s content to leave it there. Explanation accepted - no further in depth talk necessary. The past was in the past. But she’d keep it in the back of her head, just in case anything creeps back up because of it.

"We’ll call it trust building," she chuckled at him, stepping away but grabbing one of his hands in the process. She’d drag him off to train, and if he so pleased, to find the others to join them. It was about time that the Demigods here did something other than piss each other off or make-out.

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Image Keeping his composure on multiple accounts in front of Cherise was difficult. He liked the girl, she made him nervous and though he'd argue otherwise, he sought her approval. While he was demonstrating show and tell, she stepped up to him letting her dainty fingers trace a scar or two. He shuddered at her touch but powered through his story because no matter how distracting her presence, she deserved the truth. What was worse was he contemplated voodoo to start afresh with Cherise. But if she ever found out about that she’d be super resentful and he’d feel guilty even looking in her direction.


"You died?" she didn't ask it in a dubious manner but there was something sweet and sincere in her surprise. He nodded...And luckily for him, she seemed to be digesting it and taking the information on board sincerely.

Cherise offered a promising smile and hug that Daniel was a little taken aback by but then his own arms wound around her. Strange that a simple embrace could convey so much. And it seemed to be everything he needed. Assurance, comfort, warmth. She was the first to pull away but not entirely, she only pulled back to meet his eyes. "Well, thank the gods that you are here, Daniel. But for your transgression of withholding vital information, you must put on a blindfold while I shoot apples on the top of your head for training. That’s your punishment."

As contagious as her smile and energy was, Daniel wasn't sure if he could afford to smile or call her bluff. He knew he royally screwed up. All in all, he felt like an ass because she deserved better from the start and they both knew that but left it unspoken. For both their benefits he guessed and in order to move forward. Instead his lips wavered into a smile of his own looking between her eyes. His hands drifted back sliding down her arms.

"We'll call it trust building." As she chuckled, Daniel couldn't help but grin. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along, radiant and forgiving as ever.

"So you do want to train with me? I knew it. Even if my role is target practice." Daniel tugged on their joined hands to fall in stride with her. Although that didn't last long before he took a couple of paces ahead, only to turn on his heels and walk backwards with her. "And then you get to wear the apple, right?"

He let the daughter of Apollo take the lead from deciding where their training would take place to the whole target range and position. Everyone had their specialties and in addition to music and healing, Apollo and his blood were supposed to possess mad skills with a bow and arrows. Cherise looked confident with it, seemingly carrying it as natural as a purse. Plus, if Daniel was forced to see the downside....if Cherise missed terribly it would be a good test of his own nerve and reaction time. And if she hit him they could call it even in the guilt department.

Daniel conjured an apple but before he took to the balancing act, "A demonstration milady" he requested and threw the fruit skyward. In order to maintain an appearance without the risk of apple remnants so soon and test her trigger finger, he made it disappear then reconjure above the shooter with some way to fall yet.

Once that splattered Daniel conjured one more for the real show to begin. He placed it on his head and tried to balance the fruit there, over compensating to the left, right and in all directions, frequently having to catch the thing and reposition it as it rolled away.

He played it out until she was out of arrows reserved for him though one was enough. There was nothing personal about it, he just wasn't a fan of projectiles flying towards him. Daniel clapped his hands together. "Now be honest, don't we make a good team? You and me verse Kohana and Nelly...I'm feeling confident." Daniel plucked up an arrow giving it a theatrical spin. "Or me and Kohana verse you and miss chatterbox or..." Daniel pursed his lips realizing he didn't actually know Cherise's boisterous ginger's name "your friend." The way he smiled implied her perfectly. The more outspoken and devil on an angel's shoulders she was.

He poked her with the blunt side before handing the arrow back.

It was all talk anyway because the day paved a different path.

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Cherise was content to let Daniel's obvious self-directed guilt eat him, thus she felt no desire to add onto it by being unreasonable. After all, everyone lied about something, and this was not the worst one she could think of. The world of Demigods was newer to her, and being among her own peers meant that she would have to be more accepting of unique circumstances. Her father already told her that Camp Athens would not be for the feint of heart, and she's trying really hard to overcome her sensitive nature. There were so many weird and unwelcoming people here already, and she didn't want to be anywhere on that list.

Also, Daniel is impossibly hard to not forgive. Damn him for being so cute, and even for finally overcoming his fears and being honest about who he is. It definitely wasn't an easy thing for anyone to do.

They moved to their designated training area and were soon on their way to marksmanship practice. With the first apple thrown into the air, she knocked an arrow, raised her bow, pulled the string, and splattered the helpless piece of fruit. A perfect shot, as was to be expected of a child of Apollo. Then it was finally on to the much desired balancing act. "You're a natural," she cooed at him playfully, even though the apple was having a hard time staying on his head. At one point, she decided to splinter one of them with an arrow just as it rolled off for the umpteenth time.

Cherise did enjoy a moving target, and she had become quite good as judging where an object or a person would be if they were to move in a certain way. There was a time or two where she missed, but she had done so purposefully. She'd just give him an innocent "oopsie" and a cute smile, then notch the next arrow.

It wasn't too long before target practice was over, as Daniel no longer desired to be the bullseye. She took her arrow back after she was prodded with it, stuffing it into her quiver. "I think we'd make a good team. With more training, you'll be an even better target." She laughed lightly at that, then moved about to gather up her arrows. She didn't like to just leave things laying around for others to pick up. As she did this, she often looked over her shoulder at her training companion, "You mean Rae? You should officially meet her sometime. She's icy on the outside, but..." she trailed off and then lowered her voice to a whisper, as if there was some big secret, "She's the nicest person I know."

She slid another arrow into the quiver that hugged her right thigh, "Don't tell her I said that. She has an image she likes to keep." She winked at him.

Cherise cast a quick glance past the umbrella of leaves above them, and realized that it was getting dark. "Oh, we've been out here for a while. The time is really flying today. Isn't it?" She smiled at that and jogged quickly to meet up with him, as he was likely helping her with post-training cleanup. "It's kind of slow today - no parties, trials, or drama. It's nice."

The Apollo/Hecate pair would end up moving out of the area, wandering down some path toward somewhere. It didn't really matter to her. She wiggled her fingers in between his as they walked; quietly at first, enjoying the steady darkening of the day and the scenery. They probably slipped by a Demigod here and there, but Cherise didn't pay mind to anyone else except to maybe say hello or something.

"Do you feel better now?" She inquired finally, turning to look over and up at him. She kept her pace especially slow; sort of dragging herself along while swinging both of their arms. "Now that you got everything off of your chest? It might sound crazy, but I felt like you were avoiding me last night. I might have been a little on the jealous side when I saw you with that pretty redhead."

They had already kissed and whatnot in the closet during the Seven Minutes in Heaven game, but she's not going to bring that up. She had been on the drunk side, so she is not counting that one.

They stumbled across a nice clearing overlooking the ocean. Without further words, she plopped herself down onto her back on the grass. It was so nice. How could the coming evening be so pleasant? The air was cool, but strangely warm; and it held the crisp scent of the ocean just beneath and beyond them. She folded her hands over her stomach and looked up at the sky. She sighed pleasantly, "It's so nice to have a slow day."

She turned her head toward him, cheek against the grass and smiled. You know - just to smile.

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Daniel Vadas
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Image Turned out he had to be a lot more watchful of his mischievous arrow shooting partner. But in true Daniel fashion, it just made him dig her more. From every cheeky comment and stray arrow.

The session led them to discuss the mysterious nameless friend as they wandered around the place retrieving arrows. Rae. Who was icy but an apparent care bear to the best friend which he only just heard. "Don't tell her I said that. She has an image she likes to keep." Cherise added. He raised his head in time to catch her wink and he chuckled, placing his finger over his lips. Why did Rae strike him as the interrogative best friend? Probably because she was super blunt about safewords in Seven Heaven so she wouldn't pull punches with his shenanigans.

His partner remarked on the time causing Daniel's eyes to go skyward. He smiled to himself and Cherise reappeared by him also observing the lack of activity and drama in the day. "It's different," he remarked. "I guess time flies when you're having fun." He hated to think how the rest of the poor souls spent their day. Like, if your life wasn't at all in threat with a beautiful woman, what fun was the day? How could they kill time?

In his case, he wasn't quite ready to end the day with Cherise.

There was the lightest brush against his hand as they walked, making Daniel look down to her fingers slipping between his. The faintest smirk crept across his lips and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. While she seemed more absorbed in the scenery as the sunlight faded, Daniel was observing her own features before adopting her outlook to a camp he had walked through a million times. Both were beautiful and undersold.

"Do you feel better now?" Her voice brought him back to reality. He hummed in question not quite getting her meaning. "Now that you got everything off of your chest? It might sound crazy, but I felt like you were avoiding me last night. I might have been a little on the jealous side when I saw you with that pretty redhead."

Daniel inclined his chin in sudden understanding. "Aaah yes. Avoidance was my awful strategy. But I feel better. Less silently guilty and anxious about how to tell you my whole debacle." Then he nudged her because he couldn't help himself. "Only a little jealous?" He couldn't totally discredit Evelyn's looks nor downplay their bonding. But if it had been with Cherise, it would have been different. "You know I was thinking - and wanting to approach you before the bottle chose you for me. Maybe it knew what was best for me and that was a little dose of Cherise." He laughed at his convenient chances. Really it could have landed on any other demigod that simply wasn't the one he needed to have closure with. Even if closure wasn't entirely what happened in the closet.

He wasn't sure who was leading who in the end but they came to a lovely opening and scenery. Even Daniel smiled at the overlook, only shifting when his partner shrunk down to lay on the grass. He smiled and followed her example, laying back on some comfy earth with her and just behaved for once and took it all in.

"It's so nice to have a slow day."

"I wouldn't get used to it." He didn't say it to be a mood killer or pessimistic, only address a reality. He turned to look at her, being met by a classic endearing and contagious smile from the daughter of Apollo. His hand hesitantly reached for her cheek, caressing over it with a few fingers. Then he leaned in, slow and patient like, to peck the tip of Cherise's nose and he beamed.

"You know there's a common misconception of mine that days have to be upbeat to be good. But I didn't mind spending it with you. Even when getting shot at." They were words that rarely departed anyone's mouth. But there was a first time for everything.

They laid there together. Sometimes in comfortable silence. Sometimes exchanging words. Daniel was reluctant to bring their time to a close. Before it could end, he rested up on an elbow turning his whole body towards Cherise and went for what he wanted. He slowly leaned in again, giving her ample time to move or retort if she didn't want anything. There were only few reasons somebody invaded another's space bubble in such a beautiful place. His lips brushed over hers. An innocent graze.

"Let me walk you to your cabin." He flashed her a smile and climbed to his feet before offering her a hand. It wasn't his first choice to say goodbye but it was the right thing until they built up a little more trust and knew more about one another. And hey, he got to know where her cabin was now.

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He knocked on the Valis entrance. Why in the morning did he crave some Valis interaction, he couldn't pin. Alex had issues. Ajax had issues. But somewhere he still regarded them as not hateable. Maybe even friends still. Only for no turd to open the door for him. There wasn't even a hint of life inside. Oooh The night of the party Ajax mentioned passing the torch cause they were doing some Zeus related stuff.

Daniel leaned back, checking the surroundings and over his shoulder and smirked. He held his hand out over the lock and heard a satisfying click. Oh if only those Valises had an ally that thrived in magic, the place could be an untouchable fortress. He wasn't sure what he was looking for in particular, but it turned into some aimless snooping and wandering. Including Alex's underwear draw because he wasn't an idiot to miss that opportunity. "Ohh nice," he remarked upon rifling through some lace panties and ones that didn't quite cover the whole cheeks. He cackled to himself.

Daniel left things neat but not quite as they were just to stir a reaction from the two and see what rumour would spread from it. Daniel hummed an 80s tune as he wandered to the cupboards. Well stocked. Naturally. Enough to bring a grin from ear to ear and whip himself up a little something. Maybe he'd leave some dirty dishes for them too.