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Liam O'Connor

The Bruiser.

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

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L I A M · O ' C O N N O R
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xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ m o n i k e r (s) || None to note.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ a g e || Twenty-two.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ g e n d e r || Male

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ p l a c exxo fxxo r i g i n || Wexford, Ireland

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ s e x u a l i t y || Heterosexual

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ r e l a t i o n s h i pxxs t a t u s || Single, uninterested.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ r a c e || Demigod.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ p a r e n t || Ares.


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Image§ e y e s || Bluish-Green

§ h a i r || Shaggy Brown

§ h e i g h t || 6' 7"

§ w e i g h t || 290 lbs

§ s k i n || Tan

§ s c a r s || Riddled with them. There is a noticeable stab wound at the left waist, and it was obvious, at some point, that he had a deep gash on his right shoulder. The man wears his scars like trophies of a life well-fought for.

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§ d e s c r i p t i o n || Tall, brawny, intimidating; he towers over almost everyone he meets, and uses that to his advantage. While he might not be too book smart, his rippling physique dominates the battlefield. What do you need a brain for when your muscles have muscles? No one. He's blessed with sun-tanned skin, a hard body, and a rugged appearance. He tries very little to be well-put together, opting for that five o'clock shadow that can easily turn into a full blown beard.

His attire is typically casual; t-shirts, jeans, a pair of gym shorts.




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§ Liam is genuinely as destructive emotionally as he is physically. If one is looking for a man that treats women like throwaways, thinks he's the Olympus' gift to the world, and has a generally nasty attitude - look no further. This is your guy. While the ladies might fall head over heels for him and his good looks, he's known to kick them out of bed in the morning and probably calls them the name of his last lay. If he ever puts himself in an emotional relationship, it is probably not a healthy one and tips eerily in the direction of being controlling and ruled by his way or the highway.

He's a man of vice and violence; drinking, smoking, illegal fight clubs. This is just the tip of the ice-burg, and what lies just beneath it is emotional insecurity and huge attachment issues. He's valorous and ready to put himself in the throws of danger, but there is no genuine cost to him. Nothing exists, or has existed in his past, that gives him a purpose other than this drive to live on the edge of death and in the pursuit of the next thrill.

Yet, who knows what could be in store for him. A place where he can be himself, where people might understand and know how to tame the feral beast, could give him something other than the cold reality of living to eventually die Not that he isn't okay with that - so long as he takes a few people with him.




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Image§ Liam's Ares given abilities allow him to conjure weapons on the fly. He also has a physique that is superior to even the most elite human athlete, and it only helps that his always conditioning himself and seeing how much further he can take his body. He knows that he is resilient, and while he carries scarring, it takes a lot of force to tear his skin. Lastly, he is a master of forcing his opponents to teem with rage - hoping that if they are invigorated with negative emotion, he might have a fair fight.

His biggest strength (or weakness, maybe) is that he's a go-getter. If he wants it, he gets it and he doesn't need anyone else to tell him otherwise. While he has certain vices that betray his lack of discipline over how often he seeks out the thrills of life, he has steadfast discipline regarding his body and his training. For better or worse, he is loyal to his side of whatever conflict he becomes a part of. He's willing to throw himself into the fray of battle as not only a master of navigating combat, but also as a leader or just a meat shield.

On the flip side, he has some massive weaknesses, and they primarily have to do with his inability to form a secure attachment with others. It seems impossible to find a way to be his friend because this severe lack of empathy gives him the inability to lie. While not lying might be a good thing, he is also honest to a fault. He tells everything how it is and beats around no bush. People find him frustrating - especially women. He's a monster, really. His social skills are bad, his way with women is awful, and his treatment of other men like they are the dirt beneath his big feet leaves him very much alone. He knows it, too, which makes him vulnerable to his own self-destructive ways.




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§ Liam had a violent up-bringing, and he never knew why exactly. Born in Wexford, Ireland, his mother stayed at home and took care of him while his dad worked in fields. They'd eventually move to America, settling in New York, where his step-father soon realized that the American Dream was hardly in his sight. They did not have much money, and they lived in a rundown apartment. The schools were rough, the streets were even more so.

As Liam grew up, his teenage years saw a surge if violence. After his step-dad was fatally shot during a burglary gone awry at his place of business, he had to take on surly means of bringing in money. He had a new baby sister to help take care of, and he was determined to bring his family to a place that was safe. In order to do that, though, he needed money. His physique and superior athleticism earned him a name in an underground fighting ring at the good ol' age of seventeen. He dropped out of high school years before that to work, and that was that.

His life spiraled downward rather quickly. He made the money he needed to move his family out into a better part of New York, but he was addicted to living on the edge of living and dying. He became overjoyed and satisfied by the idea of violence, and he delved deep into the abyss of fighting, terrible vices, and just being an all-around unbearable person. His true father finally showed his face, which just pissed him off more, as he was soon carted off to Camp Athens.

He's not happy to be here.

So begins...

Liam O'Connor's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor

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Mason looked at her... like he looked at Ajax. That gaze cut deep. Andy couldn't look at him anymore. But as she turned around to walk away she was met but another. The look on Ajax's face made her heart sink into the pit of her stomach. Her lips curled between her teeth as her head fell. "Maybe it would be easier if you were both honest for once." By the Gods, she was half surprised she hadn't gotten herself slapped in the past 5 minutes.

She lingered by the edge of the path, overlooking the long descent back to the earth below. Andy had her arms crossed over her chest, chewing on her bottom lip nearly drawing blood. In 24 hours she has all but dug a continuous hole for herself, making it harder and harder for her to ever climb out. Maybe she shouldn't. Maybe she deserved both of their anger... Of course she did. Andy was playing them both and herself all because she couldn't admit the truth or force herself to make a choice. And what was the cost? The respect and love of the two people closest to her.

Andy took a step closer to the ledge. It was a tempting idea but an easy way out. But she deserved to bask in her own suffering. She kicked a rock over the edge before she turned and began to head back toward the Acropolis. Andy made sure to give Mason and Eve a wide birth as she passed them. For only a brief moment, she picked up a small bit of their conversation. "...I like that she's jealous. She doesn't know the half of it yet though..." She wanted to stop, to listen more... To smack him again. But instead, she forced herself to look forward and act like she heard nothing, no matter how hard that was.

Halfway toward the rest of the campers, she was stopped in her tracks by a redheaded woman far more beautiful than the other campers. "Hello, you're Hecate's daughter, Andromeda correct?"

Andy nodded her head, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes and be presentable. "Yes... You can call me Andy." She tried to give her best smile, but fell short.

"I am Demeter and this is my daughter, Iliana." She should have known the woman before her was a Goddess, she must have been lost in her own mind. As much as she wanted to be more presentable, Andy couldn't bring herself to put on a happy face, not right now. "Are you going to be okay sweetie? I know you've had a tough time last year and Iliana made some wreaths because she wanted to cheer people up. She was hoping she could give one to you since it looks like you needed some comfort. Is that alright with you. Iliana can't speak at the moment, so she tries to find other ways to communicate."

"I'll... be fine. Thank you for your concern." Andy looked toward Iliana. She gave her best smile and nodded her head. "Sure, thank you." She leaned over slightly in front of the girl, lowering her head so she could put the wreath on her.

Once she had the gift on her head, Andy's attention was drawn to the tail end of a fight. She had no idea what happened but only saw as Trinity was taken away. Gods was there anywhere that she wasn't being a terrible friend? Andy turned back to the women in her present company, nodding her head politely to them. "I apologize, but it seems as though my friend my needs me. I appreciate your kindness and concern... I needed it." Andy didn't know what proper behavior was around a Goddess. She wasn't proper around her mother, for good reason, but Demeter was kind without reason to be. So, she gave them both a brief hug before hurrying after Trinity.

Andy saw where Ares went, and trailed behind him. Descending down to what she could only assume was the prison, she saw a brutish man waiting outside the entrance. Liam? Andy wasn't sure, it's not like they had crossed paths before, but who else could it be? She didn't stay to exchange pleasantries, instead hurrying inside, nearly running straight into the God's back. Thankfully it looked as though Ares had already unlocked the cell for her. All Andy wanted to do was make sure Trinity wasn't hurt, and be there for her. She had no idea what was going on, but she'd assume something with Wes, similarly to her own struggles. If anything, the both of them could use time with each other away from the camp's drama.

"I'm sorry to intrude," she said as she looked up at the God beside her. "I wanted to make sure she was ok... Probably would have broken her out too," she added with a weak laugh as she looked over at her friend. She could see how angry Trinity was, but even under that... How hurt she was, emotionally, not physically. Without waiting for permission or being shooed away, Andy wrapped her arms around Trin, pulling her in for a hug. Andy wasn't sure how helpful it would be, but if Trin felt anything like she did... it helped.

She slowly pulled away, but kept ahold of Trinity's hand, looking between her and her father. "I can go if I am interrupting."




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Sloane watched, hidden and silent amongst the crowd as everything around them quickly imploded. Was this what Sylas wanted? For everyone to quickly turn on those they love? For friends and lovers to be turned to foes? She wasn't the type to intervene, but the sight of it turned her stomach, making her shift uncomfortably where she stood. One person with devious intent and the ability to make it manifest was bad enough... But this Eve? Her gaze drifted over to the blonde who promptly had her ass slapped by the brooding son of Hades. Sloane didn't like her and she didn't have to know her personally to make that assumption.

The blonde minx had been at camp for... a day? Yet demigods were fighting in Olympus, some of the most stable friendships and bonds were crumbling. She feared what other devastation could happen if some how Sylas began to work along side the impulsive girl. Sloane wasn't much of the type to get involved... She hated using her abilities, but the more she stood idly by, the deeper it would spiral.

She took a deep breath and set on a path with purpose. Sloane was never the type to be proactive, nor approach someone on her own accord. Each step made the anxiety twist within her, but the thought of things going haywire seemed to subdue it, if only temporarily. Her gaze scanned the campers trying to find a way to free the flies from the spiders traps. To most people's point of view, releasing a fourth spider onto the web didn't seem like a way to release the flies. But perhaps, that was what was needed.

Before she knew it, Sloane found herself near the prisons, a few feet before an intimidating son of Ares. What was she going to say... or do? Gods, she spent so much of her life avoiding the use of her powers for fear of the outcome. The sound of her heart pounding deafened her ears, pounding and ringing like an alarm to turn around and stay out of it. Sloane tried to ignore it as she closed the distance between them.

"I have something important you'll want to know... for your sister's sake," she spoke to him softly, only loud enough for him to hear. Sloane waited until he seemed to be open to what she had to say. Then, she took his wrist leading him several feet away from Ares, for fear of pissing off the worst God to make angry. She did not release her hold on him, as she stepped forward and shifted to her tip toes to whisper in his ear. "There are puppet masters at Camp Athens." With each word she spoke, all of her influence followed suit, soaking into him through her touch and voice. "Your sister, the son of Aphrodite, the daughter of Hecate, the son of Hades, the daughter of Zeus, the son of Athena... Their actions are not their own."

Sloane held the son of Ares's gaze, pouring more focus and attention to each word, into their brief touch. "Seek out the truth..." Then her grasp on his hand tightened as she stared at him intently, each word spoken with the strongest intent. "Do not be swayed by the words of the daughter of Hera or the son Eris." With her final words she released her hold and took a step backwards. With a slight smile she nodded her head toward Liam. "I hope you'll take our conversation into consideration."

Then with nothing more to say, Sloane turned and walked away. Her hold on Liam could not be broken by Sylas. For years her brother has tried to overpower or outmaneuver Sloane's abilities, but the truth remains that she is more powerful than him. However she didn't know how strong Eve's powers were. So far the girl had only been playing small games, ruffling feathers and bring out people's real demons. If that was the extent of her powers, then it would hold. But only time would show the effect of her meddling. Unfortunately, being a child of chaos... Sloane couldn't help but feel like her attempt to put out the fire might only enrage it.




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Alex gave Wes her best smile, as she pulled a bag from her shoulder. He tried to return the gesture as best he could, but it seemed neither one of them could fake it... Not right now. "I would come back later, but... I'm not sure if this will be the last time I get to see you."

Wes took a step forward, taking hold of her shoulder with his hand. Why did everything have to happen all at once? It was like one brick was pulled out from the bottom of a tower and everything was crumbling down around him. "Don't talk like that... please. I won't let you die. Me, your brother, Duke... We will not let you die."

Alex then opened the bag and pulled out... an arm? Wes's brows furrowed as he looked at it. He really hoped this wasn't some kind of weird joke. So many thoughts of what it could be raced through his head. Was that his arm? It should have been rotting somewhere. Was it someone else's arm? No, because Alex wasn't a murderer... Then what was it? "Duke made it for you. I'm just sorry that I took so long to get it to you. He had to remind me to bring it with everything that has been going on."

Wes slowly extended his hand toward the arm, running his fingertips along the surface as he studied it. "I'll have to thank him... with a proper hug." He laughed weakly at the comment, but the thought being able to give an actual hug made him want to cry.

"It looks so lifelike. You won't be able to even tell you're missing a limb at all." Alex then laughed and tickled his nose with one of the mechanical fingers.

He couldn't help but laugh softly, as he playfully pushed it away. Wes went to say something when his attention was pulled toward a fight that broke out. He took a step forward, preparing to break it up but others were there first. Part of him was happy it was someone else. No matter what he did there... Trinity would see him as defending Liv. From this moment on, everything he did would be wrong. A thought that turned his stomach. So, instead he just watched as Trinity was dragged away and Liv continued to egg her on while looking worse for the wear.

If there circumstances were different, he would have followed after Andy to check on Trinity. But she didn't want to see him. And she, without a doubt, won that fight. Probably would have even killed Liv if it wasn't broken up. Instead, Wes turned around back to Alex, just to repress his emotions about the girl he lost. "I guess we should see if it fits, huh?"

Wes didn't really wear the right clothing for something like this, but it wasn't like he expected to receive a new arm. He slipped out of his jacket easy enough then pulled his hoodie off over his head, causing half of his hair to stand up in every direction. His left hand rolled up the dangling T-shirt sleeve where his right arm would be. "I'm not sure how it... works. Do I need to take my shirt off to like, strap it around my chest or something?"




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Wow, Evelyn, speechless. Sylas quite liked the thought of it. And seeing her struggle for words and the proper answer only made his smile grow. His pace stopped and he slowly turned to face her. Then, finally, her gaze became more interested in something upon the floor as she spoke. “Maybe I'm just a fly in a web that thinks I can change the nature of a spider.”

"But don't you worry that the spider might change the nature of the fly?" Sylas quirked a brow, humoring her analogy. Sylas was a spider, that he had no doubt. But Evelyn was not a fly. They were annoying little pests of an insect with no purpose and a short life span. She was a chameleon... A captivating chameleon.

Evelyn finally met his eyes once again. “Have you considered I could be...distracting you from mass mayhem?” Then, she raised her hand to touch his upper arm. Her fingers softly began to brush his skin slowly, up and down along his bicep. “I could...want you all to myself. Maybe I want you to show me what it's like to be a little dark.”

Sylas glanced down at her hand briefly before looking back to Evelyn. Her smirk brought a smile to his own lips. My my was she good at the game. If he was a more simple man, she'd have him wrapped around her finger already. Those blue eyes, fiery hair and straight forward nature was magnetic. "Would that be so bad?" He asked as his free hand gently brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "The darkness can be quite... satisfying," he added as he lowered his hand, letting his finger tips brush her arm on their way back down to his side.

Then, she finally let the facade fall and the truth come out. “You're my newest subject of interest.” Sylas liked how she could play his game, yet also give him the truth. She gave him the same respect he gave her. Neither one of them had a reason to lie... They could see through the bullshit and get down to the truth. He liked that. “If I bother you, however...” With that, she turned from Sylas and went to look out over the Acropolis where the trial would be held.

Sylas gave it a moment, let her words set in and let her have the illusion that he was thinking it over. He slid his hands into his pockets and slowly followed after her, stopping a few feet behind Evelyn. "And perhaps you're my new subject of interest..." He dared a glance over his shoulder toward the commotion but by that point it had all died down. What really caught his attention was the sight of his sister wondering in the direction that Trinity was dragged off in. "Plus, I'll have you know... That I have not used my abilities since I've stepped foot on Olympus." He then raised his hand and crossed his heart. "Scouts honor."

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Athena ordered men to take her away meanwhile Liv was there, being a pretentious Wes groupie and antagonist when Trinity was wrapped up spitting at her boots and insulting her. Trinity didn't even get to break her arm or nose which the water bitch deserved at the least. Yet Trinity was the one locked up. Fucking ridiculous.

Ares released her but Trinity continued to pace. “Tell me what happened...”

“You would know if you were there,” she snapped. “I did what you would have, defended myself, only you would have got to finish the job because you're a God, you get to do culling when you please.”

She knew she wouldn't get out of the room until she simmered down or told some of the truth. Not that it concerned Ares. Not that it concerned a single damn person except for herself. “I warned the fuckers, and I had enough bark and finally bite. I'm being portrayed as some monster bitch and if that's what they all want, then they can have it. Don't start shit you can't finish.” She blew out her lips but that was scratching the surface of her present anger. “The males in this camp need a fucking spine. Speak up and step up, stop waiting for the women to defend you. Do they have an ounce of pride?”

Trinity didn't like the way Liv referred to Theo and spoke about her. She also didn't like Liv chipping in on Wes's behalf all to keep him happy...not that she thought Wes told her to, even he wasn't that pathetic. She shook her head. “You know what? Send me back. Send me back to camp. I don't give a shit about the trial. What have the Valises ever done for me anyway? I don't owe them crap.”

Suddenly Trinity noticed Andy by her dad. She didn't want to speak poorly of Ajax in front of Andy but she had no apologies either. She'd dare anyone to name one instance. “I'm sorry to intrude. I wanted to make sure she was ok... Probably would have broken her out too.” Trinity might have smiled or shown some gratitude to Andy being here, except she was only a rage machine. Andy pulled her into a hug and Trinity didn't know how to react to startling tenderness. Trinity finally let some of the fight go and hugged her friend back tightly. It was Andy that drew away too luckily otherwise she might have held her for a couple more minutes. Although Andy still did have her hand.

“I can go if I am interrupting,” Andy said looking between Ares and herself, probably more seeking the God's approval.

“No, no, I think we're done here.” Her vent was as good as he was going to get. Trinity stepped around Ares to either escort her off Olympus or take her to the stupid trial at the Acropolis. But taking her off Olympus was the recommendation and if there was any more blood spilt on Olympus's pretty grounds, Ares could blame himself.

It was only a couple seconds before she saw Liam's back. Her mountain of a half brother was just standing there. Then she looked ahead and found a retreating figure. Was that... Trinity threw her head in Sloane's direction. “What'd she want?”

Answer or no answer, Trinity pat his back in a way that conveyed she was as happy as she could get to see him given her mood and the circumstances.

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Image “You would know if you were there,” she snapped. “I did what you would have, defended myself, only you would have got to finish the job because you're a God, you get to do culling when you please.”

"And so will you, be. One day. But that isn't completely true," he told her. "There are laws and rules still. Even for someone like me."

“I warned the fuckers, and I had enough bark and finally bite. I'm being portrayed as some monster bitch and if that's what they all want, then they can have it. Don't start shit you can't finish.”

"Daughter..." but she wasn't listening to him, so for now, he watched her as she blew out her lips. Letting it out like this was better than punching someone close to death. He couldn't let his own rage erupt, as they were children. He would never forgive himself if he hurt a single hair on their heads. “The males in this camp need a fucking spine. Speak up and step up, stop waiting for the women to defend you. Do they have an ounce of pride?”

"Trinity, that's enough now." She wasn't wrong. “You know what? Send me back. Send me back to camp. I don't give a shit about the trial. What have the Valises ever done for me anyway? I don't owe them crap.”

"Stop!" He grabbed the top of her arms, as if to shake her out of it. "Look at me." he ordered her. He felt bad for not being around as much as he should have, to help her better with all of the rage that she had, up until now, controlled. It got too much for her, and there was no shame in that. "NEVER, allow them to turn you into something you're not. Do you hear me? - You are strong, and all of this rage, every drop of it will be hard to come back from if you allow it to take over you completely. If going back to camp is what you wish? then I shall take you myself... but I think you should show them exactly what it is to be a daughter of Ares. A woman, ready to face all her adversaries with courage." with his eyes locked onto hers, his right hand reached up and stroked down the side of her soft blonde hair. "...Do not let me lose you."

“I'm sorry to intrude. I wanted to make sure she was ok... Probably would have broken her out too.” Ares sighed and straightened up before he let go of his daughter, his eyes now on Hecate's daughter. “I can go if I am interrupting,”

Ares went to say something, but Trinity had spoken instead. “No, no, I think we're done here.” he wasn't done, but it was clear that she didn't need him. He just hoped that she had at least listened to what he said.

"Keep her from punching anyone else." he told Andy and Liam before he left.





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Liam is content to allow Ares and his daughter some uninterrupted conversation. The towering beast stood at the doorway like a statuesque sentry; lumbering, still, and threateningly watchful. Every so often it would move; thick fingers falling upon the silhouette of muscle that made up the corded biceps just beneath his shirt. Yet it was a rare movement, as he had no desire to invoke the attention of his… father.

One girl runs past him - then another comes. Shortly before Sloane held him in that trance, the son of Ares let his dark gaze wander down the corridor to see if a gaggle of girls would follow suit. That’s how the end of girl fights happen, right? Nope, no more girls. That was a relief, honestly. The last thing Trinity needed was a crowd of clucking women all concerned and yapping away at the mouths with their rehearsed sympathies and other womanly whatnots.

A shift would grant him a brief insight into the room via his peripherals, but as he turned back, Sloane had remained. This small doe-eyed creature stands before him; a meek thing rivaled by the shadow threatening to swallow her up. She stood unafraid, or at least it seemed that way. Now, Liam appeared more malevolent than he truly was. For one, this was a woman, and he didn’t see the threat in her. Two, there was something about her that was… strange, to say the least. She was beautiful, yes, but not in that bimbo - chest pushed out and clothing leaving nothing to the imagination kind of way. He stared down at her like a deer caught in the headlights, as she was the odd sort of attractive that he was not accustomed to finding himself admiring.

Svelte fingers seize his wrist, and he doesn’t mind that she’s leading him someplace. After all, what could she do to him? Of course, he hadn’t the slightest clue that not all actions and thoughts would borne of his own willpower. If he had any, it would have melted away like butter at her touch and under the siren-song of her voice and that strange allure of her voice. Sloane would find that it was easy to have him drink from the well of her power.

"I have something important you'll want to know... for your sister's sake. There are puppet masters at Camp Athens. Your sister, the son of Aphrodite, the daughter of Hecate, the son of Hades, the daughter of Zeus, the son of Athena... Their actions are not their own.”

As she speaks, her words tugging at his mind as she wove her spell to arm him against the ill-intent of her brother and possibly that one cute blonde, the big brute of a man listens just as intently as her words grace his ears. No, much deeper. "Seek out the truth… Do not be swayed by the words of the daughter of Hera or the son Eris. I hope you'll take our conversation into consideration.” It all slithers through him with an intensity that he would not notice outright, but would leave their imprint and whispered words to be summoned forth when they are needed.

Then her soft fingers slip away, his skin crawling with goosebumps as everything about her leaves this impression that can’t be shaken.

For once, the retreating form of a woman isn’t sought with the leering eyes of a man wanting to catch that sultry sway of hips, but of eyes that didn’t quite know what the hell just happened. Only one thought crossed his mind now, and that was that there was going to be hell to pay for playing around with his sister. Whatever poor sots had Hera and Eris for parents were going to have a bad time at Camp. Not right now, though, He didn’t know who they were, and this was not the appropriate place.

While this was not a combat field, there was still strategy to be had. Maybe he wasn’t smart or well-versed in mythology, but he could play on this field. It was just a different kind of war; one against his sister and her unfortunate Ares traits.

He just gives “Pops” a thumbs up, but he’s not going to hold Trinity back from justice if she feels like her wrath was due. However, he will try to pinpoint it in the appropriate direction after Sloane’s warning.

Just as he was there standing like a dumbfounded blob of meat, he blinked at the suddenness of Trinity’s inquiry behind him. “What'd she want?”

No doubt, Andy was by her side at this time, too. He turns around, peering down at the two of them; whether they be side-by-side or whatever. “Oh, I think she was lookin’ for someone else and I scared the lass away. Let's get our asses to the Trial, aye?” Yes, he just lied to his sister, but the gods here didn’t need to find another reason to lock her up.

Just as he was getting ready to head toward the trial, he stopped, “What was her name, by the way?” He gestures down the hall where Sloane had retreated.

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Sloane gave one final glance over her should toward Liam as she departed him before the company of two other women quickly joined him. Her right thumb stroked the palm of her left had as she walked, trying to keep her poise while her mind raced with thoughts. She hated using her abilities, it crawled under her skin like a disease turning her stomach, giving her cold sweats and made her hands clammy. Sloane could feel her face go pale, luckily though, she was already quite pale so she hoped it would not draw attention.

But what was almost stronger than the sickening sensation she got from using her abilities was the high. Sloane couldn't recall the last time she used them, willingly. It felt like what she'd imagine removing a corset would be like. You grow used to it while you're wearing it, but once you can remove the contraption it was euphoric. The sensation always made her second guess why she refused to use them in the first place. It must have been similar to what an addict felt when they shot up for the first time after being sober for months.

It was like Sloane could breathe for the first time in who knows how long. And for a moment, she enjoyed the freedom of it. There was no wonder why her brother never held himself back... Beyond his own sociopathic tendencies, the sensation was like nothing else. Sloane enjoyed the feeling for the brief moment she had it before she was met by her brother's own curious gaze. He could tell by one look if she was using again and he knew. But the grin on his face showed he had no idea how and that, while he hoped it was to his aid, it was quite the opposite.

She didn't linger like the other campers, instead making her way into the arena finding a seat toward the back where she might be lucky enough to be ignored. Sloane didn't understand why her presence was required in Olympus. She knew little to nothing about the Valises, aside from the fact that over half of the drama at the camp seemed to revolve around them. While she herself couldn't care less about the proceedings and their outcome, she knew her brother was most likely foaming at the mouth to witness a trial in Olympus.

"Alexandria Valis. Daughter of Zeus. You stand trial for the murder of Jennova Ambers. Daughter of Hades, and sister to Mason. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty." Alex's response didn't surprise her. Sloane didn't know many people who would admit guilt to a crime, especially murder.

Then Ares did what she wasn't expecting... He asked them to speak up for or against the Valis girl. "With the Gods and their children present... we all bare witness to her plead. Now... Speak on behalf of yourself, or another... for, or against miss Valis." Sloane found herself sitting more upright in her seat, leaning forward as her gaze scanned the others. She couldn't help but be curious at what the others would say.




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Alex laughed, which made Wes smile. He was glad he could get a smile out of her given the circumstances. "Let me help you," she said as she stepped forward and helped him remove his shirt. With the day he's had, he might worry about how it'd look to someone... to Trinity. But if she was going to get mad at him for getting help putting on a prosthetic arm, then there was no winning for him and he'd just have to accept it. "There." Wes tightened the straps before looking over the mechanical arm. "You're whole again... pun not intended."

Wes was able to make the arm move and fingers flex with ease. It worked like he never lost his arm in the first place. The workmanship was incredible. He'd be lucky if he could make a decent paper mache arm, but this was a piece of art. He carefully reached out with the new arm and slowly pulled on his T-shirt. But when he went to straighten it, the strength of prosthetic surprised him and ripped the fabric. "That'll take some getting used to," he laughed.

"Now go hug him." They both laughed before they were approached by two others.

Wes turned to find Iliana accompanied by a stunning red headed woman. "Well that arm fits you perfectly Wesley. Hephaestus's son created that right?"

"He did. I'll have to figure out a way to thank him," Wes replied with a slight smile.

"Oh pardon the intrusion, but my name is Demeter and my daughter Iliana here wanted to give you two something since both of you have had a rough go recently. And Wesley, Iliana wanted to apologize if she upset you earlier too. Go on dearie."

Wes smile faded slightly when Demeter mentioned Iliana. "It's not her fault... It's mine. I'm sorry," he apologized looking toward the girl as she hid behind her mother. "I just... I've had a hard day and when I'm mad, I'm not good company." He took the offered wreaths, placing one on Alex's head then gave her nose a boop with a smile. He wanted to keep her smiling as long as possible before the trial. Wes then put his own on and posed slightly. "How does it look?"

Then Demeter and Iliana were off. Several feet away, Iliana looked back towards Wes and when she did he gave a wave of his new arm and slight smile, hoping he didn't frighten her for good. It wasn't long before another God joined them, his presence startling Alex at first. "Forgive me, Wesley. I need to talk with my daughter before the trial. Ares... Athena..."

"Just one second your Lordships? Sirs?' Wes didn't know how to address them, but he brushed it off and pulled Alex in for a hug, being careful to be gentle with his new arm. He didn't care if he kept them waiting, he wanted her to know that he was there. "I'm not going anywhere. And neither are you." He sighed before finally releasing her and letting her rejoin her father along with the other Gods.

Wes slowly made his way over to Duke who was accompanied by a dark haired male he hadn't met before. "They came for her," he said toward the son of Hephaestus before looking toward the stranger. "I'm Wes," he extended his prosthetic arm, then quickly withdrew it. "Uh sorry, it seems Duke here makes a good product and I need to learn its strength."

"Thanks, by the way," Wes said as he looked back toward Duke. Then he pulled the brute in for a hug. Duke never seemed like the hugging type, but Wes was and Alex seemed to the like the idea of it, so... for her. "Promised Alex I'd give you a hug," he laughed. His gaze drifted between the two before focusing back on the friend before him. "Do you mind if I sit with you?... I... Think it'd be easier for her if she could see us all together to support her."

Wes slowly made his way to the arena, walking in stride with Duke. He made his way to a seat that was as close as possible, wanting to be within Alex's line of sight incase she needed a friend or support, or just to know that they were there. The Gods didn't hesitate to get things started, even asking Alex if she was innocent or guilty. A little of his own tension seized when she said innocent. That was one step in the right direction, if even a small one. But then the worst part came... where they could speak for or against her. There was no doubt that Mason and Hades would speak out toward her guilt.

He didn't wait, standing up quickly to be one of the first to speak. Wes didn't care if he was jumping the gun, but he had to support her. "I'm Wesley Preston... Not that that matters," he waved it off. Who he was wasn't important. "Alex is my best friend. She is a good and kind person, who would sooner fall on her blade for someone else rather than be the one to take a life. There is no way that she did this without being under the influence of someone else. I would stake my life on her innocence." Wes then looked down toward Alex, giving her a slight smile. "She's not a murderer."




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“Since you've stepped foot on Olympus? A whole thirty minutes?”

Then a blonde join them, no doubt the blonde that started this whole game of cat and mouse between himself and Evelyn. She placed her hand on top of Sylas's when he crossed his heart. “Don’t promise something like that, it’s not good for the soul.” He wasn't the type to make a scene, but the blunt forwardness made his brows furrow as he took a slight step back to keep the blonde and red head within his line of sight.

Before he addressed Eve, he glanced back to Evelyn with a grin and a nod of his head. "Touché," Sylas said in regards to her previous comment. He could allow her to win that round. Every gentleman lets the lady win now and then. Plus it looked as though this blonde wasn't going to let them continue their little game of intrigue without her own presence.

“Did you and Mase have much of a chance to chat earlier?" Sylas cocked his head to the side slightly. This girl was not subtle. Where did she get off thinking she had any right to knowledge about his own private conversations? “I just wonder what two chaps like you would have to talk about. Do tell us.” Eve then brushed her fingertip along his arm and there it was. That electricity he felt whenever Sloane and himself tried to use their magic against one another.

Sylas let out a genuine chuckle as he looked toward Eve with a smug arrogance, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh, honey, you didn't think that was going to work did you?" He then made a clicking nose with his tongue before he continued. "Last time I checked, my private conversations are none of your business." And that was the truth of it. And although the addition of the mischievous blonde peaked his interest, Sylas found himself slightly on edge ready to move. He knew people like this girl, like himself... And when they are denied what they want they find other means. And though he has no right to keep Evelyn from Eve's grasp, he wouldn't let her get the brunt of it because of words he said.

He watched as Eve shifted her attention toward Evelyn, and although he could take that as a sign to leave, he didn't. Sylas instead stood there and observed. After all, this was whom Evelyn wanted him to tame. “You were right, this is more satisfying than crisps. However, I was hoping to beg a slight favour from the daughter of Nemesis.” Sylas looked between the two, yet remained silent... observing. You may have noticed. Certain gifts of mine haven’t been working too well on certain individuals. I’m looking for an explanation, and well, you strike me as a woman in the know."

“You’d have to compel me or show me my destiny in exchange to get that.”

Sylas extended his hand out to cover Evelyn's before Eve had a chance to use it to her advantage. "I don't think that would be the best idea." Luckily, the red head retracted her hand, only teasing Eve rather than actually letting the woman compel her. And when the blonde didn't take the bate, he slowly retracted his hand but continued to watch their interactions like a hawk.

“I think I know what you remind me of... A child that doesn't get their way for the first time in their spoiled life, demanding to know why things didn't happen as they wanted.” Sylas couldn't help but smirk slightly. Well, he was pleasantly surprised to know that she was fiery, not only in appearances. He was tempted to laugh, but decided to remain silent. “Besides, you didn't even say please.”

“This is the big leagues, you're not playing with mortals anymore. Maybe if you told me who you were targeting I'd give you some tips.” Sylas looked over to Evelyn. Now she was giving tips to the blonde that she wanted him to tame. Curious? Did she have a dark side indeed? Or was this all part of her own master plan?

Then Evelyn motioned to him. He perked up slightly, raising a brow and smirking. “Take this fine gentleman here for example, who is smart and crafty at the least." He chuckled softly, glancing down for a brief moment as an act of modesty. He didn't know her game, but part of him didn't mind being an instrument for a stunning woman to make a point... Or whatever else. “You need tact to match his. A bit of spontaneity to keep him on his toes but...let him think he has ultimate control. I think he loves control like he loves his cards close to his chest.”

Sylas rested his chin in his palm as he watched her try to demystify him, studying her intently. Brains and beauty, if he didn't know better, Evelyn was the femme fatale out of the two women before him. “Am I close?”

"More or less," he replied, smiling toward the red head. Sylas then looked back toward the blonde, adding his own final assessment. "I might add that you're not being very... subtle. Your pretty face might not last much longer if you do not learn some tact." It was then that he noticed the other campers and Gods making their way to the arena. The trial must be starting soon, and he did not want to miss that. He gave Evelyn another glance like a silent invitation to join him if he wished before looking toward Eve one final time. "Contrary to what you've been lead to believe... Not everyone can be your puppet. Maybe you should refresh your knowledge of the Gods."




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Andy stood back quietly as Trinity vented, letting all her anger come out as she shouted toward her father. Not that she was mad at the God, but needed to let it all out. Andy understood. In her present circumstance, screaming at someone sounded wonderful. But it wasn't the time, not for her. So, instead she stood silent letting her rage overflow and Ares to help reassure Trinity in a way that she couldn't.

Ares didn't seem pleased with her arrival, letting out a sigh and straightening. His gaze was harsh, even if he didn't mean it to as he looked at Andy. She wanted to apologize and back out of the room but Trinity spoke up before herself or the God before her could. “No, no, I think we're done here.”

Andy went to follow after Trinity, but was briefly stopped by Ares when he spoke to her and Liam. "Keep her from punching anyone else." The son of Ares gave a thumbs up in response.

But Andy snorted, bringing her hand up to her mouth to keep herself from laughing. "Sorry sir," she mumbled into her hand and followed after Trinity. What was she supposed to do? Trinity was stronger than her, and she knew damn well if she got in the way of her friend kicking someone's ass, she'd probably get punched in the process. She quickly caught back up with Trinity, lacing their arms together. Andy needed the closeness and comfort of a friend, and she could only imagine the feisty Ares girl needed the same.

Trinity motioned her thumb toward Sloane who was walking away from them. “What'd she want?”

“Oh, I think she was lookin’ for someone else and I scared the lass away.”

"Well, you are a little intimidating," Andy commented. She then held up her thumb and index finger measuring a small amount in the air. "Just a bit," she added with a playful smile as she looked between them.

"Let's get our asses to the Trial, aye?” They all but took a step in the direction of the Acropolis when Liam stopped and turned to ask them another question. “What was her name, by the way?”

Andy glanced over at Trinity, quirking a brow. Was he interested or something? That would be a curious pairing, no doubt. Sloane was so small compared to Liam he could practically scoop her up and put her in his pocket. "Sloane... I honestly don't know her lastname..." Her brows furrowed together as she thought on it more. "Or her parentage. I've been... preoccupied." She sighed softly, quickly flashing the best smile she could manage, under the circumstances.

She started to make her way toward the Acropolis where the trial was going to be held, trying to keep her attention forward. But just for a brief moment, she glanced over her shoulder. Her grip on Trinity's arm tightened slightly as she looked between Mason and Ajax, before she quickly turned her attention back ahead. Andy gave herself a moment to try and push whatever thoughts she had to the back of her mind and put on the smile she perfected over the past year. The one that said she was ok, even though deep down... She wasn't. Andy then leaned her head slightly toward Trin as they walked, whispering low enough that only herself and perhaps Liam would hear. "If your father smites me for accidentally laughing in his face, you'd mourn me... right?" She laughed. Andy was doing what she always did, relying on humor to cover her own problems. But right now, in Olympus... It was necessary.

Andy slowly made her way to the Acropolis. She didn't know how to feel now that they all were there. Her hands were shaking slightly as she followed the others to their sitting area around the arena. Should she say anything once the trial was underway? Whether or not she spoke, no matter what she did, someone will be angry with her... There was nothing she could do without hurting someone else. Andy hadn't realized that she still clung to Trinity's arm, probably tighter as they drew closer. "Sorry... If you don't want to stay, I won't stop you. You could slip out without anyone noticing... I have to stay. I don't know if I would forgive myself if I didn't speak... the truth."

She slowly released her friends arm and continued forward into the arena. Her gaze quickly found Ajax and Mason, but her feet carried her far away. Andy took a seat on the far side of the arena, by herself. Her fingers twiddled in her lap, while her leg bounced nervously. "Alexandria Valis. Daughter of Zeus." Ares voice was loud and commanded silence among everyone in the arena. "You stand trial for the murder of Jennova Ambers. Daughter of Hades, and sister to Mason. How do you plead?"

Andy's gaze drifted from the God the brunette before him. "Not guilty."

"With the Gods and their children present... we all bare witness to her plead. Now... Speak on behalf of yourself, or another... for, or against miss Valis."

She sat there in silence, watching others as they stood up and they made their cases for or against. Andy tried not to look toward neither Ajax or Mason, she didn't need either one of them clouding her mind. The anxiety was building in her and before she could let it make her second guess her decision, she stood up. All eyes quickly shifted to her, causing her face to flush and her knees to tremble. "I uh... I'm Andromeda Bolton," she introduced herself. She wasn't sure if it was necessary or not, but anything she knew of human court involved stating your name for the record. So, it couldn't hurt.

"I was the first person at the scene... I thought it might be beneficial to recount what I witnessed." It was difficult for Andy to remain standing tall, to not fidget or stare at the ground. Everyone's gaze drilled into her, judgemental, curious, angered and every other emotion in between. "I remember it started to rain... There was limited visibility, almost like walking through a blizzard. I somehow wondered my way to Jennova's cabin where I found her... them." She took a deep breath as images flashed before her eyes like it was yesterday. "Alex stood on the porch to Jennova's cabin. And Jennova... She was on the ground, decapitated."

She swallowed, raising her shaking hand to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. "I then went and got Ajax. When I returned... I buried her," Andy had to force the words out. "Jennova was unarmed. It looked like a murder... in cold blood." With nothing to add, she quickly sat back down hoping to disappear amongst the others in the arena. Andy didn't dare glance over at the gods or the other campers, not wishing to see their reactions to the words she spoke.

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

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

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

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

“What was her name, by the way?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"I'm Wesley Preston... Not that that matters," Alex never liked him doing that to himself, talking like he didn't matter. He did matter, and he was just as important to the Camp as anyone else. "Alex is my best friend. She is a good and kind person, who would sooner fall on her blade for someone else rather than be the one to take a life. There is no way that she did this without being under the influence of someone else. I would stake my life on her innocence." He looked towards her, giving her a slight smile which she returned. "She's not a murderer." Alex looked to the Gods that stood in the room. She tried to see if she could make out their reactions to Wes's words, but none of them even flickered any clue of emotion. Still, Wes had done his best to voice his thoughts about her, to try and show the rest of the room that she really wasn't a monster.

Duke came second. "I'm Duke Loycen, son of Hephaestus. I've known Alex for a couple of years, enough to say I know her well. Commonly, there's signs of a killer being born or a sociopath and she displayed and even now displays none of that. She's not a murderer or a monster. I know that hurting Jennova weighs on her conscience, so I don't think it was deliberate and I don't think it was premeditated. Killing isn't in her or her instinct. Something must have pushed her, whether circumstances or a person." He sat back down, and with his eyes on her, Alex smiled. She felt proud of both, him, and Wes. Both of them had stood up before everyone and not cared about what others might think of them for taking a 'murderers' side.

It was a good start, but Andy soon leveled everything with her speech. Of course, she would take Mason's side, but had they forgotten that Hades also tried to kill Ajax before Andy placed herself in harms way instead? It should have been Hades standing trial. Not Alex, who took in a deep breath to ready herself to hear what Andy now had to say. "I was the first person at the scene... I thought it might be beneficial to recount what I witnessed. I remember it started to rain... blood. There was no visibility, like walking through a blizzard. I somehow wondered my way to Jennova's cabin where I found her... them. Alex stood on the porch to Jennova's cabin. And Jennova... She was on the ground, decapitated. I then went and got Ajax. When I returned... I buried her. Jennova was unarmed. It looked like a murder... in cold blood." Alex remembered it now her memories were back in full swing, which is the reason why she lost most of her sanity. All of the memories hitting her like a sledgehammer to the gut with no intervals to catch her breath. Still, even if the memories had formed slowly over time, it still wouldn't have made a difference. She still felt guilt and disgust for taking another's life.

She could still picture the way it happened, blood, Jennova's blood, dripping from the blade of her sword. If she was murderous, then she would have killed Andy for bearing witness to a murder that Alex did not commit alone. "Trust you to take lover-boy's side." Ajax said, glaring at Andy without turning his head completely.

"Son.. be silent." Zeus warned, which caused Ajax to clench his jaw as he now kept silent and waited for an opportunity to make his own speech.

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

Alex wouldn't blame her if she decided to take Mason's side, or anyone for standing up for those they cared for since those who cared about Alex were only doing the same. However, Trinity's words had actually surprised her. She was smart to not go by hear-say. Trinity had placed herself in the neutral zone, so to speak. She hadn't been there, so to blame Alex outright without bearing witness, would have been crazy.

The newest campers seemed to be talking quietly among themselves, probably to try and guess if Alex was actually guilty of the crimes she had been committed with.

Many years ago, there was one God which had gone against the laws of their cosmos. He had slaughtered so many mortals, all because they chose to no longer worship him. This angered Zeus. This particular God was not placed on trial, for his actions were evidence that he had done it deliberately, and showed no remorse for his actions. Zeus destroyed him where he stood, and he was never mentioned in Mount Olympus again. Though he swore, that if anyone broke the laws again... he'd make them stand trial. That murderous god, the rotten apple of their roots had once been Zeus's friend. He couldn't allow that fate for his child, especially when part of her still remained.


Image The trial didn't seem too bad, but as soon as Hades stood to speak, Alex imagined she could feel the earth beneath her beginning to slowly open up to swallow her. Her soul would be damned to the firery depths of Tartarus, where Hades would never allow her to see the light again, or her mother who was hopefully at peace in the fields of Elysium, which is Persephone's domain - gifted my Hades himself. The snake opened his mouth and began to poison the ears of those who chose to listen. "I will remind those present that this trial isn't about intentions and an individual's belief, but the actions of the Daughter of Zeus. We all know what that was, and as a result, I have no daughter anymore. And he, without a sister. In robbing this one life, you have robbed others and you have forbidden growth. Jennova was a girl. Around the same age as the children present, no more powerful, no wiser. She attended this Camp because she wanted to better herself, like many demigods. Even I thought it would be a sanctuary, but it appears it is where the vile are permitted to roam." Alex remained silent, tears falling down her cheeks as Hades's words cut into the most. She thought that was the end until Mason added his own words. All of it made her feel even worse.

She could no longer look at anyone. Her gaze remained focused on the sand floor of the arena, wishing it would really open up and swallow her this time. Her heart felt like it was crushing along with her lungs. She held her hand over her chest, steadying her racing heart, and struggled breath.

Her brother was the last to stand. "Ajax Valis. Son of Zeus." he still didn't like saying that, still held a grudge against his father like an immature child, but this time... he finally decided to let it go. "You all forget, that it was Alex who did her best to keep everyone safe last year. She held the biggest threat back with me and our father, placing her own life at risk for everyone else to stand a chance. She held them back so the others could take out the lesser threats. Alex has been nothing but kind, and for a sudden change of personality, surely people should know that isn't right. No one can suddenly change overnight, especially when she's been such a lovely person her entire life. She was a rebel during her teen years before attending Camp Athens, but that doesn't mean she is a murderer. We all have a past.. every single one of us. Does that determine who we are, and who we choose to be now?" he sat down, fists clenched. He didn't want to take it any further, scared that he might say something he'd later regret. Her brother's words were honest, but it didn't seem to be enough. Even with Duke and Wes on her side, it just didn't seem to do her justice.


Image This was it. As Ares stepped down from the podium, Alex squeezed her eyes shut tightly, begging beneath her breath, sobbing as she readied herself for the fateful blow... but it didn't come.

She opened her eyes and looked up. Ares had taken hold of her arm instead, and lead her over to the luminescent liquid that filled the large basin. Were they going to drown her in that thing? without a word, he let her go and held out his hand, signaling for her to step into it. So she did.

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Image She stood there, looking down into the basin as silence fell on the room. All eyes remained on her, and it wasn't long before the room also grew dark with only the Pensieve's light to be seen.

Memories began to form. They spiraled up before her which gave the others the insight of what exactly Alex was seeing. It formed clear images of the past, followed by whispers until they turned into voices, voices that echoed clearly around the room. Zeus swallowed as he recalled Susanna's voice.

"Alex!" she rushed over, both of her arms held open wide to embrace her child. With her cheek pressed against her mother's shoulder, Alex closed her eyes as her own arms wrapped around her mother's slender frame. Already, she hated this. The warmth of her mother's love was never forgotten. Not even the scent of her perfume that had been embedded in her skin and clothes. It had been a Greek flower - An Iris - one of her father's chosen favorites from Aphrodite's garden. "I take it the camp allowed you to finish and come home for the holidays?"

"Yes."

Susanna frowned. "What's wrong? are you not excited to be home? you and your brother get to spend time with me until you have to go back. We can plan something together. What do you think? Alex?"

She felt her hand squeeze around the handle of the blade she had suddenly picked up, and before her mother could even get the chance to leave, Alex began to plunge the knife repeatedly into her mother's stomach as she remained emotionless, even while her mother screamed in pain.

Susanna fell to the floor, bleeding to death as she begged for help, but Alex just stood there. She watched as her mother reached out toward her, her bloody fingers gripping at the bottom of her trousers. "Please..." she begged again, right before Alex finished it and exited the kitchen, leaving her mother's lifeless body in a pool of blood.

Image Part of her that remained in the present, stepped back and screamed out. She couldn't believe she was seeing her mother dead like that for the first time. That memory had kept itself from her... until now. "No!!" she wailed. Athena quickly moved to her side to support her.

"It's okay.. keep going." she whispered into her ear. "Dig a little deeper." but Alex didn't want to.

"No, stop! please... let me take a break. Please." she begged. Athena looked up at Zeus. He nodded once to give her the all-clear, so Athena gently leads Alex out of the memories.



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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After a sea saw of fors and against they led Alex to the basin. It showed her stabbing her mother repeatedly and Trinity cringed as the girl became a wailing mess, pleading for it to stop. Well, fuck. Trinity looked hesistantly to Liam. “Would you be able to hurt your mum with Ares rage?” she whispered. She didn't think the rage and violence of even Ares could compel Trinity to hurt her family. Including on the worst day.

But then her eye caught Eve sitting with Theo. Fucking fuck. She lost sight of him during the fight. She was tempted to wave her arms around and warn him to the dangers of the succubus. The blonde already had a date with Wes, she couldn't cozy on up to Theo too. “Dirtbag,” she grumbled. Ultimately she didn't do a thing aside from commentating because the company the boys kept were their own decisions.

This fight wasn't hers. It was the Valises' and Mason's. She was tired. Trinity got up and chose to leave, thankfully as the particularly irritating voice of Liv stood out, detached and nosy as ever.

Right now for the welfare of herself and campmates, the only thing to do was leave early. She mounted a Pegasus. “Back to camp please.” She wasn't sure if they understood English or needed a command but there it was and the creature broke into a gallop and took to the skies again. If she had any control of the horse she might have flown around the Acropolis and given the bird to everyone, but straight to Camp would do.

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Trinity let out a deep breath as she arrived back in camp, banned from the group outing because she couldn't promise to behave. The Camp was frightening when it was abandoned. Sure nature was still green, the ocean still blue and vibrant, even in the dark, but it was a ghost town without the bodies of camp drifting through.

She thought she'd be at camp and inner peace would be restored because she didn't have to look at any faces that would infuriate her but she just felt purposeless. Trinity wandered to her own cabin and took off her maroon cardigan, catching another glimpse of the bruises and claw marks on her arms. She smiled a little and lifted her top, checking the new little fight marks on her body. Trinity always could conjure a dash of respect to an opponent who fought back. The same opponent who had also said something about Wes's cabin being a mess.

Trinity decided to inspect the damage for herself. She didn't know why she was so compelled to see the state of his cabin. Probably because somewhere it meant there was no date at his cabin tonight, and that meant she could start finding reasons to be wrong. Trinity pushed the door ajar, slipping through the gap. “Oh, Wes,” she muttered, seeing the mess in the cast of moonlight. Furniture was turned upside down, she saw pieces of debris scattered along the floor by the things that hadn't endured his tantrum in one piece.

She sighed out and hooked up his speakers first so she could listen to something while she tried to restore the room. Wes had great taste in music but she just wanted her own crap on for the moment. A song came on that Trinity forgot she ever had. She pricked up her ears, contemplating skipping it. Initially, the song didn't seem aggressive enough, but it reminded her of a certain someone and turned therapeutic for her to join in with. She began turning the furniture upright then knelt on the floor to gather the broken pieces, wood chips and so on. “Maybe if I act like that, flippin' my blonde hair back, push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl.” She hummed along with Pink. She placed a couple of salvaged bits and bobs back on the table and got to her feet. “I'm so glad that I'll never fit in, that will never be me.” Trinity waltzed around the cabin and started imitating being a plastic blonde, flicking her hair about and sticking out her chest to name a few token moves as she cleaned up, and yes, at one point, using the furniture to slut drop and poke out her ass.

The freedom to act how she wanted and be mocking and bitter and a bit of an idiot, without judgement, was relieving. Why, it was even like she was unwinding which she was in desperate need of. Trinity didn't even think of an excuse if she was busted intruding in Wes's cabin, but it was all for the greater good. She knew her manners and she wasn't invading his privacy or snooping around, just repairing a cabin she was partially at fault for destroying.

Trinity stepped back, cocking her to the side. Everything was up again and it was no longer a safety hazard to walk through but it wasn't straight either. She nudged the furniture with her knee and stepped back again to see if things aligned better this time around. Trinity didn't have the patience or careful touch to do things delicately and bring it back to Aphrodite pristine standards. So while it wasn't perfect, it was better than him cleaning up from scratch.

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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




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Pete watched Sloane out of the corner of his eye as she sighed against her seat. “That’s unfortunate. I thought I could go through life invisible.” She certainly made a good attempt at staying out of the limelight – he liked that about her. Though he was left with even more questions about why she’d shirk from the attention of her brother.

As the trial begun to start up again, Pete muttered back, “Unfortunately, pretty girls don’t really get the luxury of invisibility.” Then the whole thing came to a grinding halt, one small piece of evidence was revealed in Alex’s memories and the whole trial was called to a very sudden, and a very abrupt ending. Pete glanced across the watching crowd, knowing that this would not abate their desire for bloodshed. Things would only get worse from here – he was sure of it.

Sloan spoke up, though Pete had lean towards her to catch her words. “Well… that was convenient.” He couldn’t help a small chuckle that came out of him in reaction to her words. Convenient was and understatement.

He responded with a similar sentiment, though he spoke louder than Sloane not caring if he was overheard. He wasn’t speaking anything untrue. “I feel like I just watched an episode of telly that had to wrap up before the 6 o’clock news.”

“I think I’ve had enough of Olympus for quite some time,” Sloane said rising to her feet, a small sigh rolling out of her petite frame. Pete mirrored the sentiment, but was slower to do it. Watching at Sloane walked away, he rose to his feet, stretching his arms above his head, letting out a yawn. He intended to follow her, if he had to ride one of those beasts alone, he’d probably tumble to his death. But he meandered a little too much, and watched on as Mason stole away his riding partner.

So he hung back, lingering and watching Alex celebrate with her brother and father. He couldn’t help noticing that the cheer squad who had seemed intent on letting her know they were here for her, had already taken off. He waited for her to move away from the group, climbing up on one of the horses, before he meandered over, hands in his pocket. “That was certainly dramatic.” He said.

He glanced over at the few remaining campers still hovering about. “Couldn’t help noticing your cheer squad didn’t hang around. You know the one-armed one, and that walking six-pack.” Pete’s word might hurt, but it was the truth. They’d up and left, without so much as a ‘congratulations for surviving your trial for murder’ hug. He motioned to the horse she was sitting on, “I hope you weren’t planning on riding solo, ‘cause I definitely need help in not plummeting to my death.”

With that he swung up behind her, remembering Sloane’s tip about the back being easier, attempting to make himself look more a natural on horses than he was. And failing. “I’m not a horse guy,” He muttered by way of explanation.

Once they were in flight, he did lean forward for a moment to whisper in her ear, “I am glad you’re returning with your pretty head intact though.”







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Eve watched Theo chew over the information, his thought process written all over his face. He really didn’t want to get involved, but he did trust what Eve had told him. Finally he spoke with a smile, “I’ll do what I can.”

Beating back a smirk, Eve forced out a relieved grin, and jumped up to wrap her arms around his neck. “Thankyou!” She settled back into her seat as they both turned to watch the finale of the trial – which ended with a sizzle rather than a bang in case you were wondering.

Eve actually felt bad for Mason as he was forced to watch his dad carted away and his sister’s murderer walk free. She didn’t know what she’d do if anyone killed Pete. Though the resentment that this trial would leave, was ripe for manipulation, a little push here and there, and she was sure she could force this whole situation to blow up. The trail having concluded, Theo turned back to her, his voice kind. Which was a good sign as it meant he trust her story. “Remember, I’ll do what I can. Just try to keep yourself out of trouble.”

“Oh, I swear it. I hate all of this drama and will stay a good ten metres away from all of it from now on.” She said replicating his kind smile. Before he could rise though, she leaned over and landed a quick kiss on his check. “Thank you so much.” She said, allowing her eye to water like she might cry again. Then he left.

She watched him leave, and her sweet smile dropped from her face. Trinity would absolutely hate it if he tried to get involved. And it would only can the next part of her plan all the more believable. Eve was interrupted from her thoughts as a body settled into the seat next to her. “I couldn’t help but notice you have nice tits.”

Seriously, not only was someone trying to pick up at a murder trial that was his opening line? She didn’t turn around, fixing her gaze forward, she hoped he’d get the message. Apparently he didn’t as he spoke again. “You’re a blonde, too, which is even better.”

With a sigh she turned around to face the internet troll come to life. And he made no secret of the inspection her made of her body, apparently he was pretty satisfied with the view. “Let me guess? You want to know if the carpet matches the drapes.” Eve responded, disinterest coating her body language and words. He was beefy, coating in an extra layer of muscle. Eve thought him the worst kind of human, one who fought battle with fists and no intelligence.

“I am Liam, the- I am Trinity’s half-brother.” A lifetime of watching other people and reading into their mannerisms taught Eve to notice Liam’s hesitation, and she locked it away to ponder on for another time. Though her ears caught on Trinity’s name, and she found a new reason to be interested in him – if only because it would piss Trinity off.

He wouldn’t get anything from Eve through such crude means, but that didn’t mean she had to act disinterested. Replicating his previous behaviour, she made a show of checking him out, running her gaze along the bulk of his muscles. Then with a smirk she leaned in towards him, placing a hand on his upper thigh. When she was close enough she whispered in his ear, “I’d call you repulsive, but I wouldn’t want to turn you on.” She squeezed his thigh, before using that hand to push herself out of her seat. She introduced herself as she got up, "I'm Eve. Sister of no one important."

She gotten a few steps away from him and was about to make a comment about him watching her ass, when she remembered the cursed flying horses. Looking back at Liam she decided he was a good an option as any to help her back to earth. “If you want to rub against me on one of those beasts, you better help me up first.” With that she turned and headed toward the waiting horses, approaching the first found, waiting for assistance to come.

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Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor

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With the trial concluded, the daughter of Poseidon felt, well, probably as her father did - in between two really pathetic gods still fighting for this or that. She wrinkled her nose, her darkened eyes veered down toward Alex and then shifted to Hades as he was being banished. Or whatever it is that the gods do, Liv didn't really know. She crossed her arms over her chest; the earbuds in her ears hardly vanquished the conundrum of the trial's aftermath. Soon enough, everyone was departing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not that he was any better. Truly.

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor

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Sloane adjust her stance upon the Pegasus, waiting for whomever decided to wonder up and ride along with her. Part of her assumed it be her brother who'd threaten to toss her from the mount mid flight. Or maybe Pete again. The dark, mischievous male seemed quite reoccupied by her all of a sudden, so it wouldn't shock her. But it looked like surprise was in the cards for the day, because yet another dark male made his way toward her.

Mason was attractive, of course. Any woman with eyes could see that. But it took her by surprise how he strutted over to her not even trying to appear as if he had intentions to ride with someone else. "Hope you're not reserving a seat," he said before he climbed up onto the creature behind her.

"Not particularly," Sloane replied as she scooted forward a bit to make room for him.

"Because you're my best bet."

She couldn't help but glance over her shoulder at him, her brows furrowing. "That's a first," she said more to herself rather than him. No one ever searched her out as their 'best bet'... It was more often that she was a last resort. In one single day she went from being a fly on the wall to sharing the company of three campers. Albeit, one she sought out herself.

Sloane tried her best to remain calm when she felt Mason's arms snake their way around her waist. "Sorry." She didn't say anything, just nodded her head, reminding herself to be calm. Her delicate hands took hold of the Pegasus's main gently. Before they took off, she glanced around at the other campers as they prepared to take off. She caught a glimpse of the hulking son of Ares stumble his way onto the back of a Pegasus behind Eve. He didn't waste time. Although he looked as though he might take the opportunity to also dip his wick while discovering the truth.

She then found Pete who showed up a little too late. When his gaze met hers, she gave him a slight smile like a silent apology. Then gently tapped her heels into the side of the Pegasus to get lift off. The flight back was silent. Sloane was fine with that. Mason didn't seem like he wished to talk about it or wanted empty sympathies... She knew she wouldn't if she were in his shoes. Instead she focused on keeping them both on top of their ride until its hooves were firmly planted on the ground once again.

She turned slightly to face Mason and helped him down. Then while he still stood close, Sloane placed a hand on his shoulder, using him for support as she dismounted. "Thanks. For tolerating me."

Sloane's brows furrowed as she turned to face him. "You say that as if your presence is usually intolerable."

Mason then went to walk away, not that she was surprised. Last time she checked her presence wasn't the most sought after either. But then he stopped and addressed her again. "Do you want to get food or something? Can I walk you to your cabin?" The truth of the matter, she had no desire to go back to her cabin. There, she'd only be waiting for her brother to show up and drill her with questions about Liam, Pete... and now Mason.

"You don't have to be so polite." She stood their silent for a minute trying to find the right answer to his question. "I just wish to avoid Sylas for as long as possible. And if you want to be alone, I understand." Sloane hadn't figured out where she was going to go, or what she was going to do. She stepped out of her heels, instantly sink another handful of inches shorter than her present company, then scooped her shoes up in her right hand.

Sloane took a step forward when another Pegasus ferrying Liam and Eve landed near by. Her gaze drifted between the familiarity of the two, then back to her present company. "Aren't the two of you... a thing?" she asked quietly so only Mason could hear her. She didn't pretend like she hadn't seen some of their interactions. Sloane had zero desired to get involved in any camp drama, but she couldn't help but be sympathetic to the day Mason has been through.

"I can go take Liam off her hands, if you wish to talk with her," she offered. That wouldn't be hard, especially with her magic already working its way on him. "I doubt my presence with you would make her jealous. I'm not the type of person that other women are jealous of," she concluded as she looked toward him, deciding to linger a little bit longer.




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“Probably less.” Evelyn wasn't wrong. Sylas could see the rifts between others forming plan as day and it seemed that the trial might have been the catalyst. He waited for the redhead to stand and slowly followed suit, adjusting his shirt slightly as he stood beside her. He couldn't help but feel the judemental gaze of Nemesis from Acropolis. A smirk slightly crossed his face as he followed after the red head. Just before he exited the arena he flashed a wink to the Goddess, then exited.

“Will we be riding together or do you have other plans?”

"The question would be if you wish to be burdened with my presence further."Sylas followed her to the Pegasi. He watched as the horse was pleased by her touch, pushing back into her hand. He nodded his head toward the Pegasus, before he gently took her waist in his hands and lifted her up onto the creature's back.

Before he could reply or try to mount the horse himself, one of the insufferable goody-two-shoe trio approached. "Excuse me, are you waiting for someone? If not would it be okay if I got a ride back to camp with you? Oh, my name is Ethan and I am Hestia's son."

Sylas gave the horse a gentle pat before he took a step away. "Looks like you have a taker." His expression was less than amused when he looked toward Ethan. Everything about him and his siblings annoyed the shit out of Sylas. They were like the Valises... but worse. He was surprised to see one of them away from the others. With a smile and a wink to Evelyn, he wondered his way over to an unencumbered Pegasus.

With a sigh, Sylas hoisted himself up. Gods did he hate doing this solo. But he wasn't going to let that show on his face. He watched as the other campers partnered up, his sister even long gone. He noticed Ajax unaccompanied, but had no desire to ride with him and to the best of his knowledge the son of Zeus could fly. So with a tight grasp of the mane, he set off for camp.

Thankfully the flight was short and he arrived at camp in one piece... relatively. Sylas had to all but jump off the Pegasus wanting to have his feet upon the ground. But he remained calm and slowly climbed down. He looked around at the other campers, curious to see Sloane with Mason, while a large beefy guy talked to the blonde minx. He had half a mind to linger, but instead decide to head off into the woods, following the path back to the cabins.




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The flight was quick, thank the Gods. Andy didn't even waste her time trying to talk to Wes or anything. He seemed be wanting to go to his cabin and she was in no mood to deal with anyone. She slid off the back of the Pegasus and gave Wes a pat on the arm before she walked around him and headed straight for the cabins.

Andy was hoping she was quick enough to disappear before someone caught sight of her... Mason, Ajax, whomever. A few feet down the path, she started hopping as she removed her heels. Dresses, heels, makeup, that wasn't her. She stepped over tree roots and took shortcuts to get her there faster, letting out a soft sigh when she saw her cabin. She hurried up the stairs, dropping her shoes on the porch before she made her way inside.

She a kick of her right foot, she shut the door behind her. Andy didn't waste time changing or anything, instead just made her way over to her bed and collapsed face first into her pillows. With a sigh, she shifted onto her side, leaving her back to the door. She wasn't tired, instead just stood as the wall as she curled up into a ball.




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“Hey. I thought – I…um...” Wes didn't say anything, he just let Trinity speak. That didn't need to start yelling at each other. “I didn’t follow you.” He had nearly forgotten he said that earlier. His gaze fell at the thought of how angry he was earlier and how he yelled at her. “I just... I'll leave. Sorry.”

Wes didn't move or say anything as Trinity finally moved and went to grab her ipod. But before she exited, she stopped. She didn't make eye contact with him as she spoke, her fist clenched. “I shouldn't have talked to you how I did. I don't own you or anything and your decisions are yours but it upset me that you would let some absolute crappy bimbo in your cabin to do god knows what.” His jaw clenched as he remained silent, letting her finish what she had to say. “Then you have those stupid Aphrodite charms that wrap everyone around your finger and the Wes defence squad gets involved.”

Before he could argue his own side, she raised her hand to stop him. “I know that's not your fault but it still bugs me.” Trinity let out a sigh, as if she was relieved to speak her peace. “I'm glad you got an arm back and that Alex made it in one piece.”

Trinity went to go walk past him and leave, but Wes slowly reached out and took a hold of her arm to stop her. "I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier," he started, speaking softly before he turned to face her. "You may not own me... But I am yours, no one else's."

Wes slowly released his hold on her arm and took a deep breath. "Trinity... I think I... You know what, no I don't think I know. I love you." He just came out and said it. His face showed his own surprise at actually speaking the words. Yay for being a stupid son of Aphrodite, unable to even try to mask his emotions. "And if you don't feel the same way... or, don't want me to think of you like that. Then I'll accept it. I just want you to be happy, if that's with me, or Theo, or someone else, or no one."

It seemed as though everything got hot all at once. Maybe it was because he was blushing or he was nervous of what she might say or not say in return. Wes took a step into his cabin, pull his jacket off and tossing it on the couch. He sighed as he gripped the back of a chair and stared at the ground. "I would never do something to hurt you. I don't want other girls. I don't want to be with other girls. I want you and only you." He ran his hand back through his hair but couldn't bring himself to look toward her. "I just wish you trusted me."

He could have mentioned Eve touching him earlier that day. How he sensed her trying to manipulate him. Maybe she did the same thing to Trinity? But either way, it wasn't his place to tell Trinity what she felt or thought was wrong, or discredit her emotions. That'd only make things worse. Wes just exhaled a deep breath as he slowly walked around the sofa before sitting down in it. His right arm moved to the armrest, his head resting in his palm. He was tired of fighting and being angry. There was nothing else he could say or do that'd make her believe him or trust him. At that point, if she wanted to leave he wasn't going to stop her.

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor

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Image As he escourted Liv to a pegasus in silence, she broke off and seemed to be whispering something to the horse. Strange behaviour had to be somewhat expected in a camp full of demigods so he waited back as if it were a privvy conversation. Once it concluded with Liv and the horse straightening, Duke lifted Liv on the back and climbed on, shuffling forward to assure plenty of room for the daughter of Poseidon.

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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Without any prelude, Liam’s muscled arms tossed Eve up on the horse like she weighed no more than a bag of flour. She was petite, but lifting her up shouldn’t have been that easy. Then he struggled his way on behind her, and the way the whole horse seemed to dip with his weight she wondered how safe it was to ride with a guy who looked like he broke horses in half for a living.

Naturally, he didn’t wait long before throwing an arm around her waist and drawing her snugly against him. She hadn’t expected anything else. Though the arm did have a slightly protective feel to it, which felt a little unnatural. Eve was far more used to be the thing girls needed protection from. Then the horse took off and all of her horrible feelings about plummeting to her death can rushing back. Her hands gripped Liam’s forearm that was locked around her, she used all her meagre strength, but she was certain he’d barely feel it – or at least he claim that he hadn’t.

After an eternity the horse touched down on the beach, and Eve let out a shaky breath. Liam got off first, before turning back to her and helping her down. Again looking like it took no effort. She placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself on the sand, she was beginning to the appeal of carting around six and a half feet of pure muscle. And he even kept his mouth shut about the fact that his hands got a good grope as he helped her down.

It wasn’t until they were waking back up the beach that, he charming demeanour came back. "What the fuck to demigods do here anyway? I mean, is it all underworld versus Olympus versus ocean, or is there some purpose?"

Taken utterly aback, Eve snorted in laughter. An unattractive and actually genuine reaction. “God, you’re ever so charming.” She laughed once more before slipping back into her flirty act, punctuated with a sly smirk. Eve moved up close to him, close enough for the nice tits he’d been admiring early to push up against him. “I’m sure you’ll find something fun to do.” Her tone of voice suggested the things she wasn’t thinking of didn’t involve clothes, and only some involved a bed.

Then when the light laugh she strode up ahead of him, dropping the overly flirty act. The idea here was only to seem interested, she knew Liam’s type and all her power over him would end the moment he got what he wanted – to sleep with her. She turned back to him with a teasing grin. “I mean, there’s swimming, horse riding, nature hikes, making friendship bracelet,” She counted off the activities on her fingers before laughing. "You're going to have a great time here."

Drawing a serious look back on to her face, Eve looked out to the horizon behind Liam. She met his eyes again, swallowing once. “Being serious for a moment, you should really check on Trin. I mean, after what Theo said Wes did…” She raised a shoulder as she let the words trail off, hoping Liam’s muscled-out brain would draw all sorts of horrible conclusions. Too bad she had things to do, so she couldn't stick around to answer any questions he had about what exactly Wes did. “I’ll see you round.” She said before scurrying up the beach back to her cabin.

Though she didn’t hang at her cabin long, only picked up a few supplies before she headed out again. It didn’t take her long to get to Mason’s cabin, she used her shadow teleportation. Eve had seen him leave the beach earlier so she knew he'd be here. She knocked twice on his door. The items in her hand muffing the sound, a flask full of bourbon and a packet a cigarettes, exactly what a guy needed after today like today. Well, that and an uncomplicated, available blonde, which is something she could be.

Eve pulled a cigarette out of the packet and lit it up taking a long drag. She knew there was a strong chance of Mason slamming the door in her face once he knew who was there. But she’d give it a go, even if she had to talk through a door. “I could always poison her for you?” She offered, referring to her inherited ability, her poison could kill humans, she wasn’t so sure with demi-gods. “She’d get the sweats, and vomit real bad. If she doesn’t die, it’d at least incapacitate her for a week or two.”

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Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor

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

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

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

Though Liam making friendship bracelets would be a hilarious sight.

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

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

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

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

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

This was all going wrong.

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Don't undersell yourself. But if you want to take Liam off her hands for the sake of it. I'm not really the jealous type when it comes to our relationship."

"Only that relationship," she replied. Mason might not have been jealous with Eve. Whoever was with that woman didn't have the luxury of jealousy, not if they wanted the relationship to last. But that didn't mean he wasn't jealous of other campers. As he put it, she was a fly on the wall. After all, it was easy to watch what was going on around her when she was often overlooked. Sloane would keep her opinions to herself, unless he asked for her advice. If he did, she'd caution him to stay away... from Eve, Sylas, even herself. But misery loves company.

"Goodnight, Sloane," Mason concluded before heading off.

"Goodnight," she replied quietly to his retreating figure.

Sloane lingered on the beach for a moment, staring at the trees, the sand between her toes or anything else that could delay her inevitable return to her cabin. Just as she took a step forward, Liam's voice caught her attention causing her to freeze where she stood. "Hey, wait! Don't you want to come to my cabin and -" She watched as he struggled to find the words, cocking his head and making strange gestures with his hand. Seeing as how the blonde serpent was no where in sight, she could only assume he was calling after her. Interesting way for Liam to root out the truth... by trying to spread her legs.

It seemed at that moment he realized that she was still there. Liam seemed to trip over his over tongue and mannerisms as he tried to speak. "I was going to say - to make friendship bracelets."

Sloane pressed her tongue into the side of her cheek as she nodded her head. "Sure."

"I mean, we can make friendship bracelets, too. I would make friendship bracelets with anyone. Even a guy! I mean, we could have a bracelet making party in my cabin." Well he just didn't know when to stop, did he? Sloane stood there quietly, her hands together in front of herself, holding her shoes as she listened to him ramble. Then he just... stared. Not in an objectifying way, if so, she would have just walked away. He just held an intense sort of eye contact like he was almost hypnotized.

Sloane raised her right hand towards his which were still in their air frozen like he was in mid thought or didn't know how to proceed. "Ok, breathe," she said as she gently guided his hands down to a relaxing position. "I'm not your keeper." A simple way of saying he could do whatever... or whomever he pleased. If subtext could get through his thick skull. She doubted it.

Liam finally cleared his throat showing that there was, in fact, life in the towering wall of a human. "Can I walk you to your cabin?"

Sloane's head cocked to the side slightly. Well, she wasn't expecting that. "Sure... Just don't hurt yourself," she cautioned. She stood there for a moment, before finally pivoting and heading toward the cabins. But she was in no rush, taking her steps so slow it must have been aggravating for someone like Liam with legs almost as long as her.

Seeing someone with such an intimidating presence fluster so easily nearly made her laugh. Sloane could barely fight the smirk that tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Although, I'd be curious to see the type of bracelets you'd make." She let out a soft chuckle. Now she hoped Liam didn't connect dots where there weren't any. That she wanted him to 'make bracelets' with her. Because she genuinely was curious about the barbaric state of friendship bracelets this guy could make. "I imagine macaroni, or those beads with letters on them." She held up her hand measuring the size of a bead between her index finger and thumb.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the cabins. Sloane tensed, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw the lights on in her and Sylas's cabin. He was already home, she should have known. She knew the second she entered, Sylas would bombard her with questions and accusations. Why was Pete spending so much time around her? Why did Mason wish to ride back with her? What did she say to Liam? She only initiated interactions with the later, but she'd never own up to that, regardless of what her brother asked her. Either way, Sloane made no rush to get inside, instead standing at the edge of the woods like a deer in headlights.




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Wes had expected Trinity to leave after that. She never was one for the emotional gushing, especially when it was him doing it. He just wanted to speak his peace, regardless of how she felt about it. But he heard her feet shuffle, not to the exit... toward him. She knelt down before him, resting her hands on his lap. “Why? Why do you want me?”

"I just... do." There was no other way for Wes to explain it. You don't love someone because they're pretty or smart. Sure, those qualities mean something to some people or play their part. But deep down, it's just a feeling. Something that can't be controlled, without reason or thought.

Trinity reached up and took his hands. He sighed, keeping his gaze downward as she kept a hold of his hands, gently stroking them with her thumbs. Wes didn't fight it or pull away. But he didn't give a reassuring squeeze to her hands either. He missed her. One day fighting, and he already missed her. But in that moment, it didn't feel like they were there in the moment as equals. It was more like she was giving her sympathies, or worse, pity. “I don't think I know what love is to say it back.”

She never did seem like the type of person to admit love, not until it consumed her to the point where she had to say something. But even then, Wes wouldn't have been surprised if she never said it. As much as he wanted to hear it back, in that moment, he knew if she said it, it wouldn't be genuine. Wes simply nodded his head, acknowledging that he heard her. But, he had nothing to say. What could he?

“As for trust...I thought I was working on trust with you.” And there it was. Wes closed his eyes as he slowly withdrew his hands from her grasp. He knew she didn't trust him. Maybe she never did, maybe it didn't come to light until they started getting closer, or maybe it was Eve's doing. But no matter the reason, there it was. She didn't trust him. And although he knew it, that didn't make it hurt any less.

Trinity stood up but Wes didn't dare look up at her. He couldn't. “Can I see you tomorrow?”

Wes sniffed back the tear that was trying to form. Was this the end? Could it even be called that when he didn't know what they were before? He nodded his head slowly, agreeing. "I'm not going anywhere," he said softly. Literally or figuratively, it was all the truth. Wes wasn't just going to disappear from the camp in the span of a night. And as much as he should move on from Trinity when things seemed so one sided, he couldn't. So, the next day, week, month... maybe even a year, he'd still be there, waiting.

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He didn't believe for a second that Sloane thought there was a glimmer of truth to anything he said. By the time she finally spoke after his mindless blathering, he looked down to see she had relaxed his hands. He didn't even know that he was in such a stupor! "Ok, breathe. I'm not your keeper." She soothed that inwardly bickering mind, which shows as his shoulders went from tense to noticeably lax - as if a held-in breath had been released.

With his bearings now, he expected her automatic rejection. After all, she just auditorily witnessed the shoutings of a man that was really left hanging after a vixen got him all teased up. So, color him surprised that she actually agreed with the side note, "Sure... Just don't hurt yourself."

"Oh, don't worry, Sloane, I already got a good look the first time. You have a very grabbable waist," he assured her, assuming that she meant that he did not need to strain his neck in any way as such to view any part of her like some lecherous dog. Not that it was very reassuring. He also realized that he mentioned her name without having asked her about it first and that it implied he inquired about her somewhere between their first meeting and a few minutes ago.

Regardless, they walked - and yes, it was painfully tedious to keep from getting too far ahead of her inhumane leisurely pace. "Although, I'd be curious to see the type of bracelets you'd make. I imagine macaroni or those beads with letters on them." That elicits one of those half snorting laughs. Of course she would love to see him trying to braid a friendship bracelet with his sausage fingers. That would be entertaining.

"Oh?" He turned to her, still walking and somehow not colliding into any trees. Yet. Though he did duck under a branch or two, and maybe almost lost his footing to a thick jutting root just waiting to trip someone up that is trying to look cool for a woman. "I thought that I might look good in one of those BFF bracelets." He thrust a finger into the air, "But it has to be matching," then dips that hand into a pocket. "Sloane and Liam BFFs. You can even choose the colors." Probably not a true statement at all.

Eventually, they came to a stop, and as Sloane's steps cease, Liam's did as well. His gaze travels to the cabin with the lights on, then back to the woman at his side. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was on edge for some reason. He's not all that intelligent, but she had walked slow, and now she stood there like she had no place to actually go.

For a few moments, Liam let her think about what she wanted to do. The night had settled in comfortably, and the breeze played softly through the boughs of the trees which rustled. As the daytime critters scurry off, the noisy nocturnal bugs take to their nightly cacophony. The other demigods are mostly settled. Otherwise, everything was merely silent.

What he was about to suggest right now was probably going to be immediately rejected. A guy like him could never be seen as having genuinely good intentions, but there were glimmers every now again if one was so lucky. He stepped to the side, then out in front of her. His head cocked, and he places both of his hands upon her shoulders - his touch careful and not terribly invasive. "You don't have to go in there if you don't want to. I mean, I know I'm repugnant, but I have a cabin." He withdrew his hands, opting not to continue to physically hold onto her long after he finally snatches her attention back.

He looked to his left and then to his right, as though some deep secret were to spill from his lips that absolutely no one could know about - not even the cricket clicking its wings near his feet, "I brought a friend with me, though, so if you're not a dog person - then, you can just sleep outside the door." Then he laughed. It was a terrible joke, but it was true - he smuggled a puppy. After all, every big guy always has a small dog - it was like their thing. He needed something to make him likable, and no one that had a dog could be that horrible of a human being. Or a demigod.

"Listen, I'll sleep on the couch. I won't even touch you." He paused and turned his head to look at her sidelong with playfully teasing intent (depending on how she answers because if she says yes to touching, then he was totally not joking!), "Unless you ask me to. Then I'm at the mercy of a woman's demands."

Whether she came with him or went inside her own cabin, he turned around and headed out. Naturally, if she were not tagging along, he'd tell her bye or something.

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"I thought that I might look good in one of those BFF bracelets." Then Liam put his index finger in the air almost like a toddler making a point. "But it has to be matching. Sloane and Liam BFFs. You can even choose the colors."

Sloane actually laughed, a genuine laugh. She couldn't even remember the last time someone made her smile like that. She couldn't decide what would be funnier, seeing someone like Liam with a preschoolers BFF bracelet on or the looks on the other campers faces when they saw that she had the other bracelet. "My favorite colors are like maroon and beige. I doubt that'd make a very exciting bracelet."

Once they reached her cabin, the brute could sense her own hesitations. He must have, for he moved to stand in front of her... Or tower was more like it. Sloane looked up at him when he placed his hands on her shoulder. "You don't have to go in there if you don't want to. I mean, I know I'm repugnant, but I have a cabin."

She sighed, tilting her head to the side slightly. "You're not repugnant. Just..." Her eyes squinted as she searched for the right word. "Blunt."

Then Liam looked to either side like he was making sure they weren't being watched. Sloane's eyes widened as she searched around them as well, as if he noticed something she didn't. "I brought a friend with me, though, so if you're not a dog person - then, you can just sleep outside the door." The corner of her mouth curved into a slight smile as he laughed. Has she even had an opportunity to pet a dog? She couldn't remember. The thought was enticing, if even for the dog. But she didn't bring herself to say anything as she looked between the cabin and Liam.

"Listen, I'll sleep on the couch. I won't even touch you." Sloane's brows quirked slightly at the comment. That wasn't something she expected to hear from him. "Unless you ask me to. Then I'm at the mercy of a woman's demands."

"I appreciate the offer." Sloane then held up her index finger to stop him before he could say anything else. "Without the touching," she added to be clear. Other girls around camp might be like that. Eve, for example. But Sloane wasn't. Either way, she couldn't accept the offer. "It's better for you if I don't."

Sylas should scare everyone at camp if he didn't already. But it wasn't like she could parade around in a 'Sylas is a psycho' shirt without her getting the sharp end of his anger. Certain demigods weren't that much of a threat if her brother got a hold of them, but she'd hate to see what he could do with someone like Liam wrapped around his finger. It'd be better for everyone if the son of Ares remained under Sylas's radar.

That was the point he turned to walk away, offering her a backhanded wave. He hadn’t expected that she would accept his offer, but at least he put it out there.

Sloane took a couple of steps toward the side of the cabin, where she saw the darkened window of her room. "But, you could help me sneak in." She pointed toward the window that stood about 8 or so feet above the ground.

He stopped, turned, and looked up at the cabin, a single brow raised in confusion at the eccentric request. It was suspicious, at the very least, if one took the crazy part out of it. Then again, maybe she just lost the key on the Pegasus ride or something. The latter is what he would tell himself, but something settled in his stomach like a heavy stone - "Yeah, sure."

He walked toward the awaiting woman and then squats down to grab her by the hips. His touch was firm, and he tried his very best not to let his imagination roam. Unfortunately, it did - it roamed far into the sultry recesses of his mind, and he was okay with that. She didn’t have to know. She had a slender physique, and it just so happened that she fit perfectly against his robust fingers. He rose and hoisted her up.

"You're probably going to have to get onto my shoulders," he instructed her, just in case his lift barely got her to where she needed to be, or she couldn't exactly pull herself up the rest of the way.

It's not because he could get a peek under her dress. Surely he's matured more than a high school boy. Right?!

Sloane steadied herself in Liam’s grasp with her hands resting against the side of the cabin. She looked up at the window, which wasn’t too high up. Honestly, she’d rather try to lift herself up than risk the chance of him peeking up her skirt. She was high enough that she could slide open the window. Then with a movement similar to how she mounted the Pegasi, she lifted herself up to sit on the windowsill. Sloane scooped up the hem of her skirt, lifting it to her knees so that she could swing her legs inside.

She was sure to be quiet as she stood up, turning around to face Liam. Sloane sighed softly before ducking her head out the window, resting her hands on the ledge. "Thanks," she said softly. She glanced back over her shoulder briefly when she heard movement in the cabin. "You should go, before my brother sees you."

He gave her a thumbs up, dusting off his shoulders. He watched the light in her room flick on, and just as he thought he should leave, he knew that he couldn’t. Maybe he could sneak a peek at something else, and she’s probably lucky that this peeping tom thought crept into his mind. And it didn’t take very long for him to hear the commotion in the room - first it was just talking. He assumed this angry fellow was her brother, so he stayed close and pressed himself up against the outer wall near her open window.

Sloane had barely turned on the light in her room before she heard Sylas stir and make his way toward her room. Being quick on her toes, she swiftly began to unzip the back of her dress to make it seem as though she’d been there for awhile and was preparing for bed.

Right on cue, Sylas came bursting through her door. Sloane faked slight surprise as she looked toward her brother. "Don’t you know how to knock?!"

He shoved past her, causing stumble against her bed as Sylas beelined for her open window. "Who were you talking to?"

"There is no one here," she said as she began to zip her dress back up.

Sylas grabbed her upper arm and forcefully turned her to face him. "Don’t lie to me."

"There is no one here," Sloane said as she jerked her arm free from his grasp.

Before she could get a step away, Sylas closed the distance to her. His right hand took hold of her neck as he pushed back into the wall. "I know when you’re lying. I don’t appreciate being made a fool." Sloane’s jaw clenched under his hold, but she didn’t cower or waiver. She stood tall, holding his gaze. She could only hope that Liam wasn’t lingering out in the darkness, watching. Although she knew this monster her brother was behind closed doors for many years, if the camp discovered this demon, he’d some how make it her fault. And she had no doubt in her mind that he’d try to kill her. "Don’t forget who’s superior here."

Liam heard someone hit the wall, and he knew that it wasn’t going to be her brother. It couldn’t have been. Sloane didn’t appear to be a woman that had much strength to her, unless she was hiding it somewhere. He reached up to the window, pulling himself up just enough to catch a glimpse of what was going on within. This brother of hers had his back toward him, and he could see Sloane standing there - taking all of this brute’s bitterness and controlling antics.

Sloane tried move her head but her brother’s grasp only tightened. "Who are you trying to convince? Me?... Or mother?"

Sylas let out a laugh, not something jovial or lighthearted. It was sadistic and terrifying. The laugh of a psychopath with a sinister grin to match. He dropped his hold on her and turned to walk away. And the moment Sloane’s guard was down, he spun back around, the back of his hand smacking her across the face.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Call Liam what you want - a sexist pig, a dirtbag, but even he had a limit. Without another word, he ran toward the front door of the cabin.

Her cheek instantly went numb from the hit while the force caused her to stumble into her dresser. Sloane’s eyes were wide as her right hand cupped her cheek. She’d count the number of times her brother struck her. Yet it seemed since her return from her studies with Eris, it became more frequent. He resented her. Once, Sloane fought back. But he is bigger and stronger than her, she was no match. Her brother was a monster and she wasn’t strong enough to stop him. So, instead she took his fury, so that others wouldn’t have to.

"Oh, you think you’re funny?!" Sylas said, pointing his index finger toward her as he took a step forward.

Sylas and Sloane would hear the door relent with the crack of wood splintering at the hinges as the son of Ares haphazardly shoved it open. The rage that swirled around him was palpable; like a wave of heat rushing over the skin only to leave a trail of cold goosebumps in its wake. He’d almost be red-eyed if he got any angrier, but he was still terrifying. Terrifying because he was beastly, and every muscle in his face and neck contracted and bulged the veins visibly beneath his skin. If she thought Sylas was scary - well, perhaps big dumb brute on a presumably blind rage was going to make Sylas look like a butterfly.

He didn’t bother speaking to Sylas. He just closed the distance between them, reached out, and grabbed him by his puny little throat. The guy might nearly be as tall as him, but he is nowhere near fashioned by muscle and physical power like Liam. It’d be as easy as throwing a ball at a wall, but only this ball was Sylas, and he was made of things that could crack and break. He would be thrown at a wall, and Liam flung him as hard as he could, too, without regard for the feeble human body.

Even then, that was not enough to satisfy his rage. Once Sylas crashes, the feral son is upon him, a hand wrapped around his throat yet again. This time he pulled him up, running his back along the wall until his legs dangled off of the floor. His grip was like a vice - it’d be a miracle if he could speak, much less breathe at all. But Liam had control. He knew that he could make Sloane’s brother see the white light flashing before his eyes just seconds before his lung collapsed; that he’d feel that burning in his chest begging for Liam to relent.

Sloane stumbled backwards into the corner watching everything unfold before her. Maybe if she had different powers or was stronger than a feather she might have tried to stop it. But she didn't. Why was it out of every emotion that could course through her, she felt ashamed of herself. There had been other people in her life who knew the truth of Sylas's antagonism toward her, their parents for one. But everyone, including herself, always thought of it as one of those secrets where if you ignore it enough maybe it'll go away. But there she was, cowering in a corner as someone else fought her battles because she was too weak. Pathetic.

"Pack your shit, Sloane," Liam ordered. Maybe it was because at that moment he was more terrifying than all the Gods in Olympus, or maybe because it was the first time in her life she could be free of her brother... Either way, she didn't argue.

Liam's eyes bore into Sylas’ own, "You’re going listen to me, and you’re going to listen very fucking closely. If you step within twenty feet of Sloane, I will do things to you that will make you wish you were dead. And trust me, I don’t think you’re going to have it easy finding someone sympathetic enough to you for healing. We are coming back in the morning to clear out the rest of her shit, and you better not be here. She’s not staying with you anymore."

Just at the second when Sylas might believe he is going to actually die, Liam let him go. That was going to leave bruising, but he looks like a turtleneck guy anyway. He looked over his shoulder at Sloane, his chest heaving heavily from the adrenaline coursing through him.

She hadn't been able to move until he looked back at her. Part of her wanted to just fall on her knees and cry. Sloane never felt so vulnerable in her life. Sure, her brother was a piece of shit but she never showed him she was scared, refusing to be anything but brave when face to face with him. But there she was, a mess, exposed like a nerve with no shell to crawl back into.

Liam tried to calm himself down a little bit so that Sloane wouldn't think she's about to be in a cabin with yet another one of the camp's most psychotic. He almost felt... ashamed of how ugly he became in front of her. How monstrous he must look. His jaw clenched and he turned his back from her to proceed out of the room, "Let's get out of here. We'll get the rest of your stuff in the morning. You don't belong to him, and he needs to learn it."

Sloane nodded her head in acknowledgement, although she couldn't bring herself to speak. Luckily, she hadn't had much time to unpack since she arrived at camp. One of her duffles still sat on the ground next to her bed. She hadn't realized how much she was trembling until she reached down for the strap. Her hand shook so much it took her three tries before she could grab it.

Her gaze fell to her brother as she exited her room after Liam. Sylas sat on the ground, leaning back against the wall. He held his neck as he coughed, trying to catch his breath. Whatever fear his expression might have held faded when he locked eyes with her. She had never seen him so angry. The sight sent a chill down her spine.

"Whore!" Liam was already out on the porch by the time Sylas spoke and his lack of a voice made him barely audible for even Sloane to hear. "This isn't over." He spit blood at her feet. "Someday, when you think you're safe... I'll be there. And not even your little boyfriend will be able to protect you."

Sloane didn't humor her brother with defensive words, her own threats or even a show of fear. She just walked out of her cabin after Liam, trying to look as brave as she could, although her trembling hands told another tale.

They'd walk the short distance to his cabin, and it would be in silence. He was still coming off from the anger and the rage that he just felt. It was just like a drug - he could live off of it, but he knew that it wasn't good for him. Rage always ended in regret. Just not this one - Sylas deserved this one, and he was lucky that the son of Ares had enough control to not murder him.

For now.

He flung the door of his cabin over, and this little ash-grey bulldog comes running! It’s paws are slipping and sliding against the wooden floor, but it doesn’t care - Liam was back. Its owner squats down and holds out his arms, the canine hopping up into them. "Rocco, boy - bad news. You can’t sleep in the bed today." It tilts its head to and fro, then just gives Liam’s face a good sloppy lick. At that point, he puts Rocco down and lets him sniff at the new gal’s feet.

Sloane slowly ascended the stairs behind him. Even after what he did for her, she couldn't help but feel like she was imposing. At first the sight of the dog startled her. Maybe it was the adrenalin that still coursed through her. As much as she wanted to smile and pet the dog, she couldn't bring herself to be anything but a zombie.

"You can have my bed. I’ve only slept in it once," he notes, pointing to the sofa that has a blanket and a pillow on it in front of a television he probably watches all manner of things on. Otherwise, his place is… clean. Unpacked, really, which meant it was only clean for now. As he guided her to the room, she’d find that it was really not lived in at all.

"You don’t have to live here, but you can’t stay with your brother. You’ll need to find another arrangement if you don’t like this one.”

She nodded her head. He was right. Sloane had no idea what she was going to do. It wasn't like she had friends at camp. But she decided that was a dilemma for tomorrow. She slowly trudged her way over to his bedroom. When she reached the doorway she stopped and glanced over her shoulder toward him. "Thank you." Other people might have hugged their savior, cried on his shoulder, given him a kiss or whatever other cliche the chick flicks did. For Sloane it was hard enough to show her true emotions. And at that moment, she could barely even speak, let alone anything else, but if anything she needed him to know she was thankful.

Sloane started closing the door. But Sylas's threat kept replaying in her head and for some reason she couldn't bring herself to shut Liam out, scared that her own brother might spirit her away through the window in the middle of the night. So, instead she left it cracked, just barely. She let her bag fall from her shoulder onto the ground where she stood. And as she made her way toward the bed her own reflection in the mirror caught her attention.

If it was possible for her to be even more pale, she was. Her face was gaunt highlighted by the red of her split lip. She didn't realize until that moment that she traveled the distance to Liam's cabin barefoot, with her dress half unzipped, the collar slipping off her right shoulder. Sloane didn't bother changing or even getting under the blankets. She just laid down on the bed, with her back to the door. She grabbed a pillow, holding it to her chest as curled up into a ball... and cried.

Liam hung walked down the hall just enough for her to believe that he was out of hearing range of her crying. He clenched his teeth real tight at the sound. Any real man would go in there and comfort her, but truth be told - he just felt anger, and he couldn’t be around her. His energy was not good, and his rage was looking for someone else to latch onto and infect. So, he finished walking back to his living room, settled on the couch, and just sat there with a dog on his lap until sleep took him.

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Cherise typically woke around that time no one else would even think to call a morning. By the time she fed herself something quick and easy - an instant packet of oats - pulled herself into a sports bra and pants, and tugged on her running shoes, the sun was just barely cracking through the darkness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was just a funny guy.

Not really.



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor

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Did Wes get a single moment of rest that night? No, no he didn't. For half of the night he didn't even move from the place he sat when Trinity left. For at least an hour he simply sat there and stared at the wall. Eventually he decided to turn on some music. But it always seemed the songs that make you feel worst were the ones that come on, no matter how many times he skipped them. When the sun finally started to pour into the windows of his cabin, Wes decided to finally get up. He was exhausted but he couldn't handle being alone with his thoughts anymore.

So, he forced himself into a shower. Wes was so lost in his own mind that he nearly stepped under the water with his new mechanical arm still on. He didn't get the chance to ask Duke if it was waterproof or not. But by the looks of the inner workings of his terminator appendage, he'd bet it wasn't. He untied the straps and placed the arm on his bed so there was no chance of water getting on it, then stepped into the shower. The hot water was almost therapeutic and helped him to think straighter, a little at least. And that's when he realized he was so caught up in his own issues yesterday, he didn't even see Alex after the trial.

That revelation snapped Wes out of whatever funk he was in. He quickly finished washing, hopping out of the shower so fast he nearly slipped on the wet floor. Whatever extra time he gave himself by showering quickly he lost when he tried to put his arm back on. That was going to take some practice. But he'd eventually get the hang of it... Maybe. Wes then grabbed the first clean outfit he could find, rushing out of his cabin as he pulled his shirt on over his head. He wasn't much of a runner, so instead he just took long strides as he beelined for the main hall.

Wes weaved his way through the tables, not paying much attention to everyone else who might have been in there. He quickly grabbed a fresh coffee to go and a couple doughnuts. Then he left as quickly as he entered. He hurried back to the woods, heading toward the Valis cabin. Wes didn't bother knocking, instead let himself in quietly, and made his way up to Alex's room. When he reached her room he gently knocked before he opened the door. "Peace offering from a shitty best friend?" he asked as he made his way over to her bed, setting the coffee and doughnuts down on her nightstand.

"I'm sorry I disappeared after the trial. I thought you might have wanted family time... I was kinda lost in my own world." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Trinity and I had a fight. Somehow, someone got it into her head that I invited another girl back to my cabin. So, turns out she doesn't trust me... and I told her I love her." Wes let out a weak laugh as he shrugged his shoulders. There it was in a nutshell. He never kept anything from Alex and he wasn't going to bombard her with all of that yesterday leading up to her trial. But now that she was safe and things could start getting back to normal, he told her.

"So, yesterday was shit. We can agree on that. But!" Wes flopped onto the bed next to Alex. He put his hat on Alex's head and flicked the bill before he propped his head up in his left hand. "I've decided that it is mandatory we have fun today. You have to laugh at least 5 times. No tears unless they are from laughter or joy. And I shall redeem myself from being a horrible friend." He smiled toward her, tilting his head to the side slightly. "What do you say?"




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Sylas sat for a long while on the floor in Sloane's room after she and Liam departed. It was the first time in years that he'd be caught. He felt like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. But it was much worse than that. Now someone other than Sloane saw a glimpse of the person he was... The person he really was. He couldn't help but wonder how much her sister shared with the giant mad man. She wasn't dumb. The son of Hades was a formidable ally, but if any of these truths surfaced, he couldn't imagine himself have many friends, if that's what you could call it.

Sometime had passed before he finally pulled himself to his feet. Sylas could feel his muscles already growing sore. Bruises on his neck were already forming from Liam's grasp, while he, no doubt, had a few broken ribs from being thrown against the wall. Sylas was in shock at what had happened... But more than that, he was angry. Angry that his sister could so easily find his insecurities and unsettle him with words. Angry that some dumb brute was so easily manipulated by his sister. But what he was really angry about, was that he lost.

This made things complicated, far more complicated. Now that Sloane had her protector and as far as he was concerned, that was two people out of his grasp. No doubt his sister used her abilities on Liam, knowing full well that would keep him out of Sylas's grasp. A direct approach was no longer valid and his window of time before people believed her over himself was quickly closing. He began to pace around the living room, his hand clutching his ribs as he thought. He lost the battle but not the war and whatever part of it he thought could be won with brawn or Sloane's help was unobtainable.

No doubt someone as dumb as Liam assumed beating him around would make Sylas hide his wounds, keeping the knowledge of his ass kicking secret. But he wasn't the type to cower, even when he knew he was outmatched... But only physically. That's when it struck him. Sylas wasn't going to hide his bruises or cower. Instead he'd do the opposite of what either of them thought. Sylas would be the victim.

By the time he had reached this conclusion sun light was already shining through the cracks of the broken front door. Sylas didn't bother trying to clean up the cabin, instead leaving it. The state of chaos needed to remain. If he was going to go with this story, the more evidence to support him, the more others would be on his side. He went to his room, deciding to change. Sylas had only managed to put on a fresh pair of pants when he heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the entrance. "H-hello?"

Sylas froze with his sweater in hand. He didn't know who had welcomed themselves inside. Was this the doing of his sister or Liam? Had word already spread of what he did? Or was it something else? "I was just - Does someone in here need any help? It's, um, Cherise. Apollo's daughter."

He peeked his head around the door frame, unable to hear what Cherise said to herself as she turned to leave. Sylas grabbed his shirt from his bed and called out to the girl. "Sorry, I was just getting out of the shower." He walked out into the living room as he slid his arms into his sweater. He went to pull it on over his head, making a little extra show of how sore he was, wincing at the movement. There was enough time, a brief moment that the bruises on his ribs would be visible. It was intentional... all of it. He adjusted his collar bashfully, as if he was trying to hide his other bruises.

"Cherise is it?" he asked, clarifying the name she shared earlier. Sylas then extended his right hand toward her, giving a timid smile. "I'm Sylas." Once he had a hold of her hand, he let his powers flow through their touch. He was the victim. Someone attacked him. "I appreciate your concern." The person who did this must be a monster, hurting an innocent man. Sylas was sure to be subtle, quiet thoughts that anyone who stumbled upon this scene might think. He gave her a sheepish smile as he released her hand. "Sorry to have distracted you from your run. I was just about to go get some breakfast... If you wanted to join." He said each word with a hint of nerves, like he was hiding something, like he wanted to divert the conversation and remove them from his cabin before she asked questions. Like a real victim would act.




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Andy tossed and turned most of the night. She might have fallen asleep for half an hour or so here and there, but most of the night was filled with her staring at the ceiling while her mind raced. Eventually she got fed up with trying. She should have been thankful, that evening instead of her mind being plagued with nightmares from her time in the Underworld, it was other burdens. The struggles of her fighting with her boyfriend or whatever the hell was going on between herself and Mason. But honestly, she would have preferred the nightmares.

She was used to being up before the other campers, that had been her routine now for nearly a year. Andy finally took off her ridiculous dress that she wore to Olympus and had half a mind to throw it away. It wasn't like her to dress to try and impress anyone. And who was she even impressing anyways? It seemed in the span of a single day she went from everything being relatively ok besides her PTSD and absence of a brother... To now half of the people close to her being pissed off at something she did or didn't do.

Thankfully the mornings were her time to clear her mind, just herself and nature. Andy put on athletic clothes that felt much more at home for her compared to a dress. And that day, she was even more of a mood to zone out the world. So, on her way out, she grabbed her phone, tucking it into the waistband of her pants before putting in her earbuds and blasting music. While others might think her playlist would be something from Rocky or other cliche workout scenes from movies, she always preferred serene classical music or instrumental tunes from her favorite movies. With the mindset she was in, it was the soundtrack from Jane Eyre. And she was off.

It didn't take her long to get into her rhythm. She had run this path so many times she could take it with her eyes closed, able to dodge every branch and jump over every root. And at one point she nearly ran into another brunette girl she wasn't familiar with who had a similar idea to her own. If Andy wasn't on such a war path with clearing her mind, she might have stopped and introduced herself, maybe even asked if the girl would want to jog together the next morning. But she wasn't in the right mindset for that. Maybe tomorrow.

Andy hadn't realized where her feet were carrying her at first. Maybe because it was routine, kind of like when someone goes on autopilot driving home and forgets how they actually got there. Because suddenly she stood there, stopped dead in her tracks before the Valis cabin, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Andy's heart sank seeing the familiar place but feeling like a stranger. She looked around almost like a child caught somewhere they shouldn't be before she slowly approached the building. Her feet carried her up the steps and to the front door. Her hand reached out until her fingertips brushed the doorknob... and she froze.

Just go in. But why would her feet not listen? Andy was too damn stubborn for her own good. Stubbornly loyal but even more stubborn when she was pissed off. Her hand finally grabbed the handle and started to turn it when she heard a branch snap in the woods behind. Her head spun around finding Wes approaching with breakfast in hand. Andy's hand fell from the door before she quickly retreated back onto the path. The blissfully ignorant Aphrodite son completely unaware of her presence.

This time, she ran with a purpose and toward a destination. Trinity's cabin wasn't far and it was the one place she'd be safe from judgement or boys. When Andy arrived, she hurried up the steps. She knocked on the door before opening it and peeking her head in. "Knock knock," she said softly when she caught sight of the blonde sitting at the counter. Andy pulled out her earbuds before she entered and closed the door behind her. She took up a seat beside Trinity, resting her arms on the surface in front of her.

Before she could say anything else an announcement rang through the camp. "As soon as you can, head to the staff cabin and vote for the poll that is pinned outside. Movie night and games with drinks and food, or Just a traditional Campfire, music, games, drinks and food."

Andy tapped her hands on the counter. "So, the choices are booze... or popcorn?" she stated more as an observation of the two options. "Is that really a choice?" She was trying to make light of the situation, maybe get some laughs but it felt strained. Neither one of them seemed in the laughing mood. "We could always just stay locked away from the world. Play Mario Kart, eat too much chocolate and cry over boys." She looked over at her friend giving her a weak smile.

Then with a soft sigh, Andy finally turned to face her, placing her hand on Trinity's in a reassuring manner. "Do you want to talk about it?"




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Surprisingly, Sloane dozed off at some point but only to be quickly reawoken at the thought of Sylas lurking around outside the cabin. Maybe it was a nightmare. It seemed that since she arrived at camp, everything was turned on its head. Not that she was missing the days of secrecy, her brother using her like his own personal punching bag or her time hidden away from the world, but it was a lot to be thrown at her all at once. So, it really wasn't any surprise that she slept worse than a new born infant.

Once she heard Liam begin to stir around the cabin, she knew she could get up and move around without fear of waking him. Sloane slowly moved to her feet and went to the door, closing it softly for some privacy as she sifted through her bags. She didn't think about what she'd need to wear when she snatched up her duffle in a rush the previous night. Luckily, she hadn't done much unpacking so there was a fair bit still in the bag but it was her more casual clothes that she rarely wore. It'd have to do.

Thankfully she had a shirt with a high enough collar to cover a majority of the bruising on her neck, so Sloane used that to base the rest of her outfit around. Right after she wiggled into her shorts and fastened them, she heard a knock on the door. She grabbed the cardigan she had laid out and quickly pulled it on so that it hid any bruises she had on her arm. Unfortunately, a split lip wasn't so easily hidden by clothing and she didn't have any makeup in her bag. So, with a sigh and a slight adjustment of her clothing she addressed Liam. "Come in."

He was still dressed in the same clothing he wore the day before and somehow managed to look like he got less sleep than she did. Liam was silent as he crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Sloane waited patiently for him to say whatever he needed to say, leaning back on his dresser, lightly crossing her arms over her chest. "How are you doing?"

Sloane shrugged her shoulders, her fingers toying with the sleeve of her cardigan. "I'm alive," she said, giving a slight smile.

"Do you have friends to stay with?"

If the situation wasn't so serious she might have laughed at the question. It wasn't like Sloane went out of her way to make friends or get to know anyone. Currently, Liam was the closest thing to a friend. She looked down slightly, trying to find a way to answer his question. She was already imposing, so she wasn't surprised he was wondering where she was going to go or stay. But she didn't have an answer.

Liam filled the silence before she could answer, causing her to look over toward him. "Not that I am kicking you out, Sloane. You can stay until... you want to leave, I suppose. Your choice. But we are going to have to share the bed because that couch is not having me. It's okay if you are a blanket thief, but I draw the line at snoring and drooling."

His offer was nice, but part of her felt he was just saying it to be nice... if you could call it that. Liam had pulled himself into a weave of drama he might not want to have been part of. And now he was stuck unwilingly with the burden of Sloane. She tapped the toe of her shoe on the ground, chewing on her bottom lip. Her guilt had been clawing at her all night. At this point, there was only one secret between the two of them, at least on her side and she couldn't keep it to herself anymore. "Liam... I have to tell you something."

Her hands gripped the edge of the dresser as she tried to find the words. "in Olympus... I used my powers on you." Sloane swallowed, daring a glance up at him. She saw the fury he had yesterday and she'd be lying if she wasn't slightly afraid of igniting it. She quickly continued speaking before he had a chance to argue or yell. "I only warned you about people like my brother at camp and gave you strong enough influence to not be manipulated by people with powers like my own. By someone like Sylas." She felt like a monster. Here this guy nearly murdered her brother for laying a hand on her and what did she do for him? "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I knew that the moment my brother saw you he'd do anything to make you his puppet... That scared me. An Ares son under the influence of... Sylas."

Sloane's hands trembled slightly as she began to shove her dirty clothes into the dufflebag. "It should wear off in a couple hours and I will never do it again without your permission." She pulled the bag onto her shoulder and moved toward the bedroom door. "I'll... figure out somewhere else to go." Her voice trailed off before she made her way to the exit. She'd be lucky if he'd ever want to talk to her again after what she did. Sloane wasn't an idiot and someone like Liam, he wouldn't want her staying under his roof. Not now that he knew what she did.

Once outside his cabin, Sloane froze in the middle of the path trying to figure out which way to go. Her hands clutched the strap of her bag as she sighed softly, the tip of her tongue tracing the scabbed over split in her lip. Where in the hell was she going to go?

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens

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"Liam... I have to tell you something." are words that no man wants to hear at all, so when they fall from her lips, the son of Ares sighed deeply. He drew his gaze to her, head tilted and expression expectant.

"In Olympus... I used my powers on you." Liam looked confused at first. He didn't recall that she had used anything on him, but he was not very well-versed in all of this magic demigod shit. He was quiet and allowed for her to continue. "I only warned you about people like my brother at camp and gave you strong enough influence to not be manipulated by people with powers like my own. By someone like Sylas." While she felt like a monster, it wasn't lost upon him that she had felt nothing more than concern for the other campers. Had he not known the degree to which Sylas was inherently evil, he might have been livid at the thought that she had managed to make him an unwitting vessel to use her powers on. "I knew that the moment my brother saw you he'd do anything to make you his puppet…. That scared me. An Ares son under the influence of... Sylas."

It wasn't long after her whispered words that she had started to pack her things. How typical of a woman to assume before a man can get a word out. "It should wear off in a couple of hours and I will never do it again without your permission." Liam allowed her to continue to believe that she was going to leave the cabin and wander off knowing that she had nowhere to go. The way she had avoided having to answer his question about where she would even go, to begin with, he was led to believe that he was going to be her only option. Unless she wanted to go back to her brother, and he would not allow that. Period. "I'll... figure out somewhere else to go."

As she walked out of his room and eventually out the cabin, he sat there on the edge of the bed trying to figure out what was going to happen next. Sloane had nowhere to go, and it wasn't like he was offering her charity. He also didn't want her to feel like she had to be watched, or that he was her babysitter. She was a free woman that could make her own choices, but she did not have the option to stay with that monster. He brought his hands to his face, rubbing it and sighing.

It wasn't that he didn't want her there. Truth be told, some inkling of him did - even if now he suspected that her powers might have swayed the way he thought about her. She wasn't his type, but there was something about her that had some strange allure.

Not that that should be the only reason why she could stay - that he was somewhat and confusingly attracted to her. She needed help, and that was the first and best reason for her to stay. It didn't matter if she never spoke to him as friends, or if she found him repulsive overtime - she'd be safe. She was a victim of sibling abuse. He'd never forgive himself if Sylas hurt her again.

He rose from the edge of the bed and carried himself out of his room, out the front door, and then onto the porch. He watched Sloane for a time - she wasn't going anywhere because she didn't have any place to go. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, waiting for her to go somewhere. Maybe she noticed, perhaps she didn't.

Eventually, he decided that she was going to stand there forever if he didn't retrieve her. So, he moved toward her, stepped out in front of her, and reached out to grab the strap of the duffle bag and relieve her of it. “Sloane, let’s talk about this later, okay? I trust that you had good intentions, and after seeing what your brother is capable of, I believe that you made the only choice you thought you could. I would have appreciated a heads-up, but I get it. I'm not the most approachable guy, and I am probably not smart enough to notice."

He paused for a moment or two so that all of that could sink into her brain and held her duffle bag at his side. “Stay. I want you to stay with me, even if I have to sleep on the couch. You're not a burden to me." He stepped closer, and if she didn't recoil immediately, he reached his other hand up so that his thumb could brush the scab of her lip. Even his fingers tried just to push the collar of her shirt down enough to observe the discoloration of her neck. Of course, she had that choice not to allow him to touch her at all - at which he would cease.

"I mean, you can stand out here if you want to, but your things will be inside. You also stink, so… the shower will be waiting for you, too." He gave her his best smug grin, and with her bag in tow, he left her there to go shower himself.

Whether or not she decided to let go of that fragile, insecure woman thing and come back, he showered quickly, changed into a pair of blue jeans, a t-shirt, and didn't bother to brush his hair. He was okay with the rough look.

After that, he sat on the couch with his pup and his thoughts. He didn't care about parties or movie nights right now.



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She had been enjoying a rather bland meal, reading her book all on her own and without any interference. Then came Mason and the new girl, of whom she lowers her book just beneath her eyes to gaze upon flatly. "Your turn for daycare, sweety" It was perfectly clear that the chatter was unwelcome, not that the son of Hades was concerned with that. She set her book down completely, tilted her head, and locked gazes with Mason, ”Oh, petulant man-child, how Hades blessed the human realm with your perfectly symmetrical face and innocent intentions. How kind of you to grace me with someone you would typically give the grand tour to if it were not for you needing to drink away your rampant daddy-issues.” Now, Liv was not well-known for keeping her tongue tactful when she didn’t feel like doing so. Mason could make her life hell, but it was already hell so it didn’t really matter. To be honest, she felt sorry for him, but it was hard to show it when he was such a dick. There was nothing else to do with this one than to deliver the same sarcastic smack as he so often delivered with that stupid smirking face of his.

It would be less irritating if he weren't so hot.

She wriggles her fingers at him in a sarcastic wave as he departs, "Buh-bye now, dear, try not to be too angsty today. Remember, daddy loves you," She calls out with a pause before continuing in that over joyous but sarcastically colored tone, "- when he decides you're useful to him." She popped off a smile, but it was quick and swiftly replaced by her neutral expression as she drags her attention to Penelope.

”Well, on that note - welcome to Camp Athens. I like to call it High School, but with a dash of powers, killer demigods, romance problems on steroids, and whatever else you can imagine, but worse than that." She smiled and waited for the girl to take her turn to speak. There wasn't much else to say on behalf of herself or the Camp because Liv wasn't exactly part of any clique - new or old. She was just here, minding her own business sometimes and getting into other business other times.



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"Sorry, I was just getting out of the shower," a voice stopped her just short of walking out of the door. When she turned around, she stared at Sylas wordlessly - only because he had caught her by surprise. Of course, she had waltzed into his cabin without so much as an invitation. They didn’t know each other. It was a little bit awkward.

It was not awkward that he was without a shirt. Cherise has seen a man or two in her lifetime, so it wasn't that big of a deal to her. It was that she seemed to have stumbled upon an injured man as if it were some sort of taboo that she happened upon. Her eyes drank in the various blemishes that riddled his obviously battered body, but they soon disappeared underneath the sweater. The bruises along his torso did not compare to the ring of discoloration settling around his neck.

If she had been slightly disturbed about the cabin before, she started to feel - settled. It was strange how Sylas could make her go from feeling cautious to comfortable. Perhaps it was the fact that he was obviously a victim of some heinously violent individual. What could she say? She has a soft spot for victims, and it's because she's been one herself in the past.

He approached and reached up to take her hand, and she settled her small palm in his firm grasp. "Cherise is it? I'm Sylas. I appreciate your concern. Sorry to have distracted you from your run. I was just about to go get some breakfast... If you wanted to join.

She smiled once her fingers withdrew, and it was a sweet and understanding curve of the lips that had a tinge of sympathy with the overwhelming need to ask questions right behind them on the tip of her tongue. Something was crawling through her - a thought, a feeling - that she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that someone terrible did this to Sylas, and whoever it was needed to be put down.

Not that she could put the son of Ares down without considerable amounts of weaponry and power control. But that's a story for another day.

”Sylas,” she parrots softly, committing the name the face now imprinted in her mind. " Nice to meet you, and I was done with it anyway. I was actually going to go get breakfast myself, so I wouldn't mind joining you."

Cherise wasn't going to go get changed. A sports bra was not exactly something that one would normally wear in public unless they are actually doing something - well, sporty, but she obviously had by the sheen of sweat gracing her chest and upper back.

" So, um - I don't mean to pry, but who did that to you?" She inquired finally, "Not that you are obligated to answer, of course. It's not like I am the Camp avenger or anything. I'm just wondering who to stay away from," she assured him.

The person who did this must be a monster, played through her head over and over again.

Eventually, both Sylas and Cherise would find themselves in the cafeteria, and it was a bit too packed for her liking. That, and she just so happened to land her attention onto Keith, of whom she was pretty sure she yelled at last night. Any kind of scolding, no matter how tame, made her feel undeniably guilty. She made an ass of herself and perhaps got a bit too defensive.

Then there was Evelyn and she recalled Sylas conversing with her on Olympus yesterday. It occurred to her that he might want to approach the redhead, even if that meant she had to face Keith with all of the embarrassment.

Maybe it wouldn't be too awkward.

Once the unlikely duo made their way to Evelyn's table, Cherise pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear - as she often does when nerves get the best of her, and offers an unusually small greeting to the both of them, "Good morning, Evelyn, Keith." However, the smile that came over her when she looked from Evelyn to Keith was wide and probably had flirty undertones. Once she noticed that she had actually smiled when she meant to retain some semblance of her dignity, she thought to retreat rather quickly. "I - uh, need food and... a shower... real clothes that are not these clothes..."

That was as good of an excuse as any because she wasn't looking like a ball of sunshine. More like a ball of sweat, tussled hair, hair that clung to her face with aforementioned sweat, one earbud in that was no longer playing music (only the gods know where the other went), her face without make-up, and an overall picture of someone that hadn't had their caffeine yet.

Even Cherise couldn't be sweet with all that going on this early.

Just as she turned around and took a couple of steps, she felt stupid for not verbally dismiss herself, she pivoted to face all three of them and offers a flustered, "Bye," before she went on her way.

It was awkward.

She gave off little waves to the demigods that were scattered around here and there, but otherwise got herself something to eat without much else. She was strongly considering to take it to go as she stood between a table and the nearest exit with a bowl in her hand.