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Liv Pfeiffer

The Pessimist.

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

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"I don't know why I can smile one minute and then cry the next. I think that I'm pretty messed up. Maybe I am just broken."
- Liv Pfeiffer




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n i c k n a m e s x // x Livvy (loathes it) , Livianna (people's attempt to lengthen it)

a g e x // x20

g e n d e r x // xFemale

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

o r i g i n x // xRaleigh, North Carolina

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

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






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D E C O R U S


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

w e i g h t x // x129 lbs

h a i r x // xIt is long and wavy; about down to her mid-back. On the bleakest days those soft waves are dark and lackluster, but when the sun embraces her, a vibrant copper hue shines through every gentle strand.

e y e s x // xThe hue of her eyes, much akin to her hair, shifts from a forest green with flicks of chestnut, to the darkest of browns. She doesn't know if it depends on what she is wearing or her mood.

o d d i t i e s x // xNone as of now.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xWhen one thinks of Poseidon, perhaps they dream of beautiful flowing hair and voluptuous tanned beauty. However, this southern belle is a lithe and soft. From sole to crown she is riddled with freckles, and her skin is not as favored by the sun despite all of her best efforts to tan. In her family she is considered short. To everyone else, she is perfectly average in every way. One glance her way normally appeases the curiosity, as she is easily forgettable. Of course, without the ability to regulate her emotions, even if she was beautiful to someone, her moodiness made her quite unappealing and ugly. Regardless, she dresses casually and is nicely groomedt. Her make-up is typically can venture from natural to attention seeking - but it all depends on how she feels that day. Everything about her rests upon her emotions, even her appearance.






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I N G E N I U M
xxxxxxxxxxxxx a b i l i t y xx \ ə - ˈ b i - l ə - t ē \ x


a b i l i t y x // x Water Breathing is self-explanatory. The limits of this are yet untested, but she can at least hold herself under the water for an hour thus far. That is as far as her exploration has gone.

a b i l i t y x // x Water Manipulation Liv can manipulate water!.

a b i l i t y x // x Equine and Aquatic Communication She has a kinship with this creatures, and she always has since she was a child. At first, she believed herself to be crazy imaginative, but eventually she learned that she could communicate with them. They are probably her only chance at a social life because animals are not as judgemental and humans.

a b i l i t y x // x Underwater Healing
is also self-explanatory, but it is really tiring.


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s t r e n g t h x // x Empathy Despite all of her emotional flaws, Liv can really connect with people on an emotional level.

s t r e n g t h x // x Creative Like most loners and edgy broken people, she's undeniably creative from painting to baking. Those two hobbies fill up her time.

s t r e n g t h x // x Dedication
While she might be unstable, she is determined to do her best and be her best no matter what.


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w e a k n e s s x // x Gullible Despite being let down by people over and over again, why would anyone pretend to be something they are not? She’s trusting to a fault, and that’s crazy given all that she has been through.

w e a k n e s s x // x Prone to Manipulation Because she is emotional and vulnerable, she is prone to manipulation by those that would take advantage of such instability.

w e a k n e s s x // x Physically Weak
She has a serious case of the noodle arms, and is unlikely to beat anyone up at this time.


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f e a r x // x Confrontation of any kind

f e a r x // x Eternal Loneliness

f e a r x // x Herself, sometimes





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
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There is something to be said about one as emotionally disordered as she. The woman can be perfectly lovable one day, and then screaming and crying the next. There are times when she smiles brightly and wishes and hopes for the best in people. In those moments, or on those days, she is fun to be around and a joy. When she is high on life, she is really high. However, when she crashes she truly collides with a velocity that can shatter hard stone on a blade of grass. It can happen in a matter of seconds - a misunderstanding or an unkind word. When she is angry, she throws these massive temper tantrums that look laughable for someone her size, and that can make it worse - that she is so physically not intimidating that she knows how ridiculous she looks.

When it is all said and done, she’s hard to trust. The woman is so closed off about herself and her past because she believes that she is the common denominator in all her troubles - the reason, the problem. At the same time, when she does find that one person to open up to, she genuinely opens. It is hard to believe that she could be so easily manipulated, but when someone needs constant validation and emotional support, it isn’t hard to notice that there’s a perfect opening for something dark to slither into and control. If she could blame others instead of herself all the time, maybe she could shift her misfortunes.

Since loneliness is her eternal curse, she doesn't care if she hurts someone's feelings. She's very intelligent and knows how to use her words, even if there is no real tact. If she's feeling insecure or as though she is delving into something uncertain, her best defense is the verbal kind. Liv will attempt to stir people away from her with harsh verbiage when discomfort settles in. She also doesn't always know how to say the right thing the right way - most of the time having decent intentions but laughable execution.

She can be kind, warm, angry, sad - whatever she feels at the moment, she just is.






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H I S T O R I A R U M


Liv was born and raised in North Carolina in a fairly middle class family. She was always a tad weird as a kid - reclusive, straight A’s, with a penchant for talking to herself. While she could never develop close connections with people, she had a fish tank as a child that she could find a strange kinship with. As her teenage years came, her emotions became more volatile and she was actually suspended once or twice for attempting to physically assault people. No one knew whether she would be good or bad, so they all just stayed away from her. However, she never got bullied in her high school years - people knew better. She was crazy.

After graduation, she attempted to go to college in California. Naturally, she schooled close to a beach where she found that she had amazing abilities and she was not as crazy as people thought. It took one nearly grave assault to make her drop out of school - a night at the beach gone awry with peers she thought were friends. After she was left nearly dead, by some strange intuition, she crawled herself to the ebb and flow of the tide and was embraced by its water. When she woke, there was no sign of the night’s happenings, and she could not explain it.

It wasn’t until she went back home, afraid and uncertain about things, that she spoke to her mother. The truth was revealed, and a safe haven for people like her - broken people that had been confused their entire lives - was offered to her. Maybe, just maybe her story can begin here.





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Liv Pfeiffer's Story

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Cayden Stelzner Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer
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Invisibility is one of those gifts that only a true recluse could harness without the power of their godly parent. As she sat in the Hall, a quiet figure with small teal tinted toes tapping mindlessly against the soft pink sandal she wore, her dark gaze ventures to Zeus. She listened to his words, her head tilted just enough for her hair to fall along her shoulder; lackluster and unkempt. It must be one of those days where the ocean was uneasy, and she has plenty of them. So many people were upset and stunned, but she just felt... nervous. 'Tap, tap, tap' goes the toes of her shoe against the floor, her body in a fidgety fit from all the madness and tension broiling in the space shortly thereafter. There is that nasty shrieking sound from Trinity, followed by the obvious upset of Wes.

Used to it? Probably. Everyone should be. If there wasn't some malignant force aswirl, then there was something worse than it - more insidious than any kind of evil they would face.

Drama.

She remained, for now, an observant woman with her eyes flitting from one involved individual to another. Some sickly satisfied by the encounter gone awry, others not particularly surprised by it. When all was said and done, the storm having passed through the wide open space swiftly, she stood up and took her leave. She wasn't in the business of comforting screeching sirens. There were things to do - unpack, resettle - remind herself that she was supposed to be here for some reason. That she belonged despite the fact that she couldn't bother to be anything more than a grain of sand on the beach last year. Maybe this one would be different.

Of course, she saw all of Wes' misfortunes - from the twisted love thing he had going on with Trinity, to the nervous blonde that looked like she might break down in front of him for now reason. Boy, does she know that feeling! Then again, certain children with certain parents were so Shakespearean that she can't even bring herself to feel any empathy for her.

This whole place was some sick Shakespearean thing with a twinge of Greek tragedy.

On her way to her own cabin, she stops short of hearing the cacophony of an angry Aphrodite child throwing a massive tantrum. She should just keep going, honestly. Thus far, her dedication to the drama in this play has been relatively low. No one liked her as much because she was this way or that way, incapable of genuine connection without the possibility of being subject to her personal dramatics. Or maybe it was simply that no one knew how to approach her long enough to figure it all out. Regardless, she stands there for quite some time with her hands in the pockets of her dark blue jeans and that anxious tapping of her feet against the ground.

She takes a deep breath in, "Okay, so I have a small chance of being yelled at. I'm a big girl - I've grown. I won't cry about it," Liv gives herself a pep talk because some people are just kind of intimidating. A lot, really. She breathes all of that sucked in air out in one puff, and just... steps up to his door and lightly knocks on it. No, no, she can just walk in. Right? Oh, but then what if he throws something at her? She pressed her ear against the door, and goodness, did she look kind of goofy doing it.

Okay. There was a calm. Perhaps where there was once a violent and wrecking tempest, there is now just confusion. Slowly, a small hand pressed against the door, she gently pulls it open whilst turning the knob. It was do or die time! He was going to tell her to get the fuck out, or maybe she will be lucky enough to be told kindly to remove herself. The love fests of Aphrodite spawn are beyond her comprehension. She only knows feelings, and she knows them well. "Are you done throwing things? Can I come in?", she inquires with warm soothing tones, ripe with genuine concern - there are no tricks here. Liv doesn't just waltz in there like she is his best friend, but she just sort of pokes her head in to make sure she'd be safe from flying objects.

What is she doing? She just got back. She's crazy. Why get caught up in other people's business? And goodness, what a mess this place is! The toe of her sandal kicks away a piece of unfortunate debris so that she could just... not trip and fall on her face.

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Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer
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Athena ~ Goddess of Wisdom ~ Hex Code ~ #8A2BE2

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The trio finally made it to the beach where Athena was waiting for them. Like them she also was drenched, but it look liked it didn't affect her in the least. Seeing the three arrive, she wasted no time in speaking to them.

"I wondered where the sudden rain came from. It looks like Lia has had a rough time of it."

"Indeed mother, in fact, I am already questioning if coming here was the right idea." Heath stated.

He was always completely honest with his mother since he knew she would not only know if anyone were lying, but withholding information too. It was something he was trying to pick up himself.

"It is son, Lia needs to learn how to become stronger emotionally and mentally. She can't stay hidden from herself or others. I am very much aware that there are campers here who are capable of causing drama, it's in their nature, but there are just as many demigods here who will help her and you boys too."

"She's right Heath. Lia has already gotten treated nicely by that guy, Duke, and Aphrodite's son, uuuhhh, what was his name again?" Ethan stated.

"Aww, that be Wesley I think. Poor boy has been through a lot, but it's not my place to tell you so. And Duke is Hephaestus's son, I believe. Good friend of Zeus's children."

"Speaking of Zeus, ma'am, why is Alex on trial? I was just caught off guard so much that I don't fully comprehend the situation."

"You'll learn soon enough, young Ethan. I will say this though, it has something to do with what happened last year. You and the other demigods will be watching Alexandria's trial. You three will definitely have an advantage coming into this blind. Don't worry all of the facts and questions you have will be answered there. It's best to judge this as unbiased as possible to make sure this is a fair and just trial. I shall see to it. And unlike others, it'll be easier for you three since you don't have close connections to those directly involved."

"That still might be hard for Iliana, mother. She picks up emotions like a sponge after all. She could easily become biased because of her empathy.

"Give her a bit more credit then that Heath. Anyway, why don't you three go change really quick and get a new notepad and pen for Lia here. I believe Zeus was plan on giving you guys an hour to get ready."

It was then that Iliana woke up and saw Athena. Her eyes widen in surprised and she tried to get a grasp on the situation. First thing she noticed was that she was being carried by Heath and her notepad was missing. Then she tried recalling how she ended up like this. Soon all the memories came back to her. Darn it! She had done it again! Let her emotions get the better of her. She was starting to get tired of it. She looked at Athena again with confusion in her eyes.

Athena smiled at the young lady and replied, "Hello Lia. Nice to see you've recovered a bit. You brother and Ethan are about to take you back to your cabin so you three can change and also get you a new notepad and pen. Then you'll come back here and travel to Olympus with the other campers. Zeus's daughter, Alexandria, is going to be put on trial and all of you are to watch it. Don't worry, you'll have time to see your mother. I know Demeter has been eager to see you. Did you understand all of that?"

Iliana nodded and not wanting to be a physical burden anymore, tried getting out of Heath's arms. Seeing what she was attempting to do, Heath set her down and helped her steady herself.

"Let's go, Lia."

When the three made it to their cabin, they wasted no time in changing into dry clothes and getting one of Iliana's other notepads and another pen. This time, Iliana decided to put the items in a small tote bag for protection. They started heading out but soon saw a brunette standing in front someone's door. Iliana was the first to notice and it didn't take her long to feel a bit of emotion coming from that cabin. It was sadness as well as anger. Was it Wesley? She remembered him being very sad. She also wondered who the brunette was. She was very nervous, that's for sure. Curious to see if this was Wesley's cabin, she heads toward it. The boys stop though and follow her. It wasn't common for Iliana to make sudden decisions, but whenever it did, the guys just went with it.

Approaching the cabin, they saw that the brunette spotted them. Ethan was quick to speak to her.

"Hi there, sorry if we scared you. I am Ethan, this is Heath and his adopted sister, Iliana. Iliana here decided to check out this cabin it seems. Uh, Lia, did you want to tell us why?"

Iliana blushed. She quickly pulled out her notepad before writing in it and showing it to the guys.

It said, "Sorry, I think this is Wesley's cabin and I wanted to check on him. He's so sad."

The boys nodded before Ethan explained to the brunette, "Iliana can't talk so she communicates with us through her notepad here. She thinks this cabin belongs to someone she just met and wanted to see he was alright because something just happened to him to make him upset. We still don't know why yet. Do you mind if we wait here with you?"

The last question was directed at both Iliana and brunette. Iliana shook her head. It was fine if they stayed with her.

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Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer
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"You mean like put a bag over his head and abduct him?"

"Yeah... or you could get the arms and I could get the legs." Andy laughed softly. "Although Keith doesn't seem very threatening. I could take him," she added with a playful smirk. In honesty she didn't like the idea of having to fight her brother... or his body anyway to get him to their mother. She hoped that he'd come willingly. If not? She'd cross that bridge when they got there.

After Andy commented about testifying in the trial, Mason turned to face her. "I appreciate that and I’ve appreciated everything you’ve done for us. You probably will be called because you were one of the first to...see it and handle it all. But you don't need to testify if you don't want to. Ajax hates it when you speak against Alex, I'm used to the looks that say drop dead but not you."

Andy's expression softened at his comment as the corner of her mouth curved into a slight smile. She was beyond the point of caring if people hated her or not, it never stopped her before. But it seemed that Mason didn't like the idea of her being in the same boat as him.

"I just don't want you in another ugly situation. It'd probably be good for you to lay low for a while."

"I don't care. It wouldn't be the first time in my life I've been hated. And you wouldn't hate me." Her smile grew slightly as she playfully nudged his arm, trying to lighten the mood slightly. Mason looked so serious. But he shouldn't be worrying about her when the trial was more important. "I'll be ok," she added, incase he needed to actually hear it from her own lips.

Andy stood up as Mason did, exiting after him. The second they stepped out of the hall they were met by rain. She sighed slightly, now having no choice but to change before they head to Olympus. Olympus. For some reason that thought put her on edge. Andy walked alongside Mason in a comfortable silence as they headed for the cabins, diverting to go towards her own.

Once in her cabin, Andy stared at her closet for what was definitely longer than she ever had before. She never was much of a girly girl, so dresses were rare in her wardrobe and nothing seemed to be remotely... professional? Do you dress professional for a trial amongst Gods? She stood there vexed for too long. She waved her hand making some ridiculous fashion magazine appear in her hand that she would never read in her leisure time. Andy flipped through it making disgusted faces at half of the pictures. "There has to be something normal in here."

When she found something decent, that didn't feel completely strange for her, she set the magazine down on her bed. She closed her eyes and snapped her fingers. When she looked back toward her reflection she was in a modest dress that made her look like more of a girl than she normally did. Her brows furrowed as she looked at the clutch purse she accidentally conjured along with it that rested on the bed. Andy nearly left it, but decided to wave her hand over it casting some sort of expansion charm upon it. For some reason, the idea of going to Olympus bothered Andy and she didn't like going in there naked. She could conjure a weapon if she needed it, if her magic worked up there. So, in a last minute decision she conjured a set of throwing knives, a shield and a sword into the tiny clutch.

With a final glance over her appearance in the mirror, Andy exited her cabin and headed toward the beach. Once she was about to step into the sand, she pulled off her shoes, holding the straps hooked in her right index and middle finger. Her feet sank into the warm sand as she made her way over to Mason. Andy smiled when she caught his attention, tucking her clutch under her arm. "Well it is official, Mr. Hughson. You clean up far better than myself." She smirked slightly as she fixed his tie. A habit she acquired helping her father as a young girl.

"Oh, by the way," Andy added as she moved to stand next to him, shoulder to shoulder. She brought her clutch before him and cracked it open, just enough for him to see the contents, then closed it quickly. "Just in case."




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Sloane sat there in an awkward silence as Sylas sat opposite her, never diverting his gaze. Her eyes were fixed on the surface of the table while her hands ringed themselves against the hem of her shirt. No matter how much she wanted wanted to get up and walk away, the second she'd try to do anything he would there with her... To follow her, chastise her, or just make her feel like utter and complete shit like he normally did.

She looked up when a blur of crimson hair moved itself beside her brother. Evelyn? Sloane's brows furrowed slightly as she watched the girl place her hand on Sylas's arm, suggesting for him to remain in his seat to talk with her. Sloane took the opportunity to stand up, catching a glare from her brother in the process. "I need to go change before we leave," she said. If she left without giving and explanation to Sylas, she'd never hear the end of it later.

Sloane scurried out of the main hall, instantly into a deluge of rain. Her face scrunched up as she groaned at the precipitation. Her gaze was focused on her feet as she made her way toward the tree line in the direction of the cabins, trying not to slip in mud or on a tree root. But with her attention focused on the ground, she didn't notice she was quickly closing in on the new camper who sat with Alex earlier. Sloane didn't realize him before her until she quite literally bumped into his back.

"I beg your pardon," Sloane apologized as she took a step back, brushing her wet hair from her face. She didn't know his name and he had to be new... or newer than herself and her brother. She tried to memorize everyone's names even if she had no intention of ever talking to them.

She was half tempted to leave the conversation at that and head in her own direction. Sloane had to get changed and get to the beach like the rest of the campers. But her curiosity overcame her into at least desiring to know his name if nothing else. She didn't like being in the dark about certain things. "I uh, don't think we've met. I'm Sloane Astor." Sloane tried to give at least a fraction of a smile while extending her hand toward him.




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Wes had been trying to calm his breathing, his hand rubbing the back of his head as he sat on the ground. Then he heard the door to his cabin open. He instantly went from broken down to defensive, grabbing whatever was on the floor beside him, ready to throw it at the door. Wes didn't know who he expected to be at the door. As much as part of him wanted it to be Trinity, who didn't listen to him... Chased after him to apologize, he knew better. She was too damn proud and definitely too stubborn. When his gaze settled upon Liv, his eyes widened slightly and his grasp on the object loosened.

"Are you done throwing things? Can I come in?"

Wes was beyond caring what he looked like at the moment, red eyed and blotchy. "Liv? When did you get back?" He sighed, running his hand over his face as he tried to calm himself down. He then motioned his hand toward her letting her know that she could enter. With a final groan, he pushed off the ground and moved to his feet. Wes started to walk toward his kitchen to offer Liv something to drink when he noticed 3 more campers approaching. God damn it. He was usually one of the most social people at camp, never had an issue talking to anyone always nice. But it seemed the one time he blew his top, everyone congregated to him like moths to a flame.

"Hi there, sorry if we scared you. I am Ethan, this is Heath and his adopted sister, Iliana. Iliana here decided to check out this cabin it seems. Uh, Lia, did you want to tell us why?"

They must not have noticed Wes within the cabin, instead talking toward Liv who still remained in the doorway. His hand gripped the edge of the counter, his knuckles going white. He could barely see them through the crack in the door. Who was Lia? Was that Iliana? Wes sighed. Before he was contemplating being rude to the males and shooing them off. But now he had to put on his best I'm ok face.

"Iliana can't talk so she communicates with us through her notepad here. She thinks this cabin belongs to someone she just met and wanted to see he was alright because something just happened to him to make him upset. We still don't know why yet. Do you mind if we wait here with you?"

Wes walked over to the door. Standing to the side of Liv, he opened the door all the way, revealing himself... And the chaotic state his cabin was in. "Hey, Iliana... and guys?" He didn't know the other two beyond them introducing themselves to Liv. But Wes was not in the mood to place nice to new campers, not right now. He knew Liv, they might not have been best friends, but he knew her. "I am... I'll be fine." He doubted anyone believe a single word that came out of his mouth, but he wasn't in the mood to care. "Sorry, I need to get ready."

He nothing more to add, so he slowly closed the door shutting out Iliana and the two other guys with her. Wes looked over at Liv, his expression was as transparent as glass. He was angry, sad and confused, but it wasn't toward her. He motioned his hand toward the kitchen. "If you're thirsty, help yourself." Wes grabbed a near by chair, turning it upright for her before he headed down the hall toward his bedroom.

Wes opened and closed drawers a bit louder than what was normal, grabbing the first things he found that were clean and didn't have a bunch of buttons. He'd probably accidentally rip them off trying to button up a shirt in his current mood. "I'm assuming were in the main hall earlier?" He didn't see her, but generally Wes was terrible at noticing other people when he was being made to look like an idiot.

He stumbled around his room getting dressed, cursing under his breath when he got temporarily frustrated trying to tie his shoes or button his jeans. If Wes was in his right mind, he probably would have dressed nicer for the trial. After all, he could have been a character witness. But at the current moment he couldn't give two shits about Olympus or the trial, or even looking decent. He had half a mind to stay locked up in his cabin and not go. But knowing his mother, if he didn't arrive with the others, Aphrodite would come and get him in the blink of an eye.

Wes walked out of his room, pulling on a jacket. He looked to Liv with about as much enthusiasm as a corpse. "We should probably go. Do you need to stop by your cabin?" The thought briefly crossed his mind that if he arrived at the beach with another female, Trinity would be in a rage but at this point... Did he care? At the rate she was going, she was never going to trust him no matter how much he tried to prove himself to her. He knew he did nothing wrong, and he'd still be faithful to her even when she was furious with him... Regardless if she believed him or not.




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Sylas felt a hand on his shoulder, glancing toward its owner as Evelyn took a seat beside him. He flashed her a smile while out of the corner of his eye he saw his sister take the opportunity to scurry out of the hall. Pathetic. “Sylas, I thought your question was surprisingly insightful.”

He couldn't help the slightly surprised and somewhat smudge expression that graced his face. He quirked a brow, turning more of his attention toward the attractive redhead. "Really now?" Sylas leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbow upon the table, his chin in his palm. She was a curious little minx, he'd give her credit for that. And if Evelyn wanted to play the part of a friendly conversation then he could play along. Although their definitions of friendly had different meanings.

“You might want to tell your future wife to be more patient and ease off the poisonous tactics in Mount Olympus.” Evelyn motioned over her shoulder motioning toward someone.

Keeping with the charade, Sylas raised his hand to brush back a strand of ruby hair behind Evelyn's ear, leaning in a bit closer to her. He used the shift in movement to get a glance at the girl she motioned towards without blatantly staring. After all, it was rude to stare. He had a good idea who the girl was, although he hadn't personally met her yet. Was she already causing so much trouble to warrant being called his future wife? Interesting. "I didn't realize I had a suitor so soon. And when did I request your services, match maker?" He smirked toward his current company.

“I know you're not an angel yourself nor run a 'being evil 101' course. It's just an idea.”

"Damn, I must have forgotten my 'Evil Orientation guide' name tag in my cabin. I do apologize," he mused. His calm demeanor nor smirk unwavering.

“Let's say she dies, where does your source of entertainment go? And say she gets sent back to camp, she'll probably do some serious snooping, including on you. She could potentially poison the water or food and even you have to eat.”

Well Sylas was impressed. Evelyn has some tenacity coming to him, of all people, to try and tame this new nuisance. "I'm almost flattered by your concern about my well-being... Almost." She played a good game, talked a good talk too. Part of him could even admit he finds it attractive, such a worthy opponent. "You underestimate me, my dear." He lowered his voice to barely above a whisper, holding her gaze intently. "To think that one daughter of Hera would make me fret?"

“Besides,” Evelyn said as she leaned closer to him. Sylas couldn't but quirk his brow, running the tip of his thumb along his bottom lip as she spoke in his ear. “I don't think a son of Eris needs help to create chaos.”

Before Evelyn could withdraw, Sylas somehow managed to close the distance more. His fingertips brushed her hair from the nape of her neck, gently cupping its curve with his hand. His breath could be felt on her ear as he whispered. "You play a good game. I am impressed." His fingertips brushed the soft skin on the back of her neck as he continued. "But if you think sweet words and reverse psychology will get me to tame the trouble makers... I shall have to disappoint you. I am no one's puppet." Sylas slowly withdraws from Evelyn, hold her gaze as he returned to his casual position.

Sylas sat there calmly as Evelyn took his hand as she stood, as if she needed the balance. She didn't, but he appreciated the act. It was exceptional. Before she released his hand, Sylas brought it to his lips, giving it a kiss like any good gentleman would. “Thank you for your time. I'll see you at the trial.”

"Oh, you will," he concluded with a nod, watching her as she went to leave. Sylas couldn't help but watch a little longer than he should when she was stopped by Ajax. No doubt the prodigal brother was needing aid in a way to fix the trial. How upsetting. Couldn't people let the judicial system do what they do best... After all the camp would, no doubt, be better and safer without a temperamental murderer running around.

Sylas took the opportunity to slip out of the main hall while everyone else was already making their way to their cabins, the beach, or preoccupied with who knows what. As he made his way to his cabin, he couldn't help but think back on the conversation he had with Evelyn. But what really made him curious is how she thought she could manipulate him into doing her bidding. Did he care about taming the Hera children? No. But since the daughter was causing so much trouble... He couldn't help but feed that curiosity by talking to her at some point. What harm could it do?

It didn't take him long to slip into his cabin and change. Since Zeus said nothing of the sort about dressing formally, Sylas decided to dress well but nothing with a tie or over the top. He highly doubted he'd even be part of the trial beyond potentially raising his hand to give his vote. He ran a hand back through his hair, checking his appearance once more in the mirror before heading off to the beach.

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There she was, standing at the entryway with the door cracked ajar and her dark eyes peering in, watching him stare up at her in the midst of his red-eyed confusion. There is something endearing about him in this state, even if he thought he looked like shit. It is quiet, even as he inquired into her return, "Liv? When did you get back?". It didn't seem, at first, that she picked up on his voice because the normally amiable man's demeanor had gone from jovial to chaos, and it's disheartening. When her gaze flees from him to survey the condition of the interior, a noticeable wince crinkled her pallid features. Yet, she smiles at him, albeit the expression stretching weak and thin across her lips in a display of sympathy without the nagging needless words to follow, "Just earlier this afternoon, actually," she answers finally.

Just as she thought she'd get a foot in through the door after pushing it open a little more, three others approach them. Ethan's voice causes her to jump in a small startle, "Hi there, sorry if we scared you. I am Ethan, this is Heath and his adopted sister, Iliana. Iliana here decided to check out this cabin it seems. Uh, Lia, did you want to tell us why?". Turning swiftly, her eyes flit from Ethan to Iliana to Heath before she can feel Wes creeping up behind her.

At that moment, she takes a couple of steps back since he had completely opened the door. The act of him being so close to her was pure torture, and it wasn't his fault. It couldn't be helped that all the gals were head over heels for the man. He exudes a strong sense of attraction that is hard to deny, but it only takes the angry voice of a certain Ares daughter to crash through her skull as a firm reminder that-- yes, she could be friend with Wes without jumping on him. It was better for her health that way, honestly. Still, his presence looming over her causes her to freeze slightly, and it's likely noticeable to others. It's not until he shuts the door on the three that she feels the fear drop from the pit of her stomach to her feet. They felt like boulders tied to heavy chains as she drags herself slowly to the kitchen area.

Did he just shut her in his cabin with three other people as witness to it?

"If you're thirsty, help yourself, he'd inform her, and she waves a hand through the air to decline while seating herself. Was it hot in here, too? She brought her fingers up to the sides of her face, and in all of its pallor, it's flushed. He must like it at a certain temperature! That is certainly it. She gives her head a shake or two, clearing her throat and trying to picture Trinity choking her to death or something. Yes, yes-- that was it. His room is finally reaching a steady degree that is bearable and no longer making her as red as the poor guy's eyes.

"I'm assuming were in the main hall earlier?"

"Yes, and you probably don't want to talk about it, so I won't make you. I was just on my way to my own cabin when I heard the raucous. I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to get hurt, and also to drag you to the beach regardless of whether you want to or not." That's when his next words come, "We should probably go. Do you need to stop by your cabin?"

"I do need to go to my cabin, actually. I already have a dress laying out, so it will be quick," she replies, sliding off of the chair and venturing on out of his living space with him in tow, but at a safe platonic distance. They'd endure a short but quiet walk, which is always nice. Liv may not have much to offer him in the way of advice or kind words, but she could walk with him and let him know in a quiet sort of way that she is right here if he needs it. They weren't best friend, or even good friends-- it didn't matter to her.

For his good, and her own, she'd make him wait outside of her cabin. Fifteen minutes tick by before she emerges from behind the door, trying to pull it close with the toe of a black pump while adjusting the blue collar of an impossibly cute dress. She thought it was casual enough! The bright attire seemed to ignite those lackluster waves of brown into a spirited auburn hue, and when she'd done fiddling around with her collar, she looks up at him with eyes that had a flicker of green now. Maybe her attire does judge the mood of her eyes and hair after all! It could also be that she's excited to be headed to the beach. Naturally.

She doesn't wait for him to look at her, or notice even if he does. She's well on her way toward the beach; breathing in the crisp saline breeze as they draw closer. This becomes another trip paced casually and quietly, her hands with fingers interlaced at the lap of her patterned dress and a respectable distance just in case his love interest was down there waiting.

When she does speak, it is really out of place because no one around her spoke to her about anything in the realm of her next sentence, "Oh, I am glad to be back!" There's a smile on her features, and she looks at peace when her heels first sink into hot sand-- brighter, more confident. Something scuttles out of the sand; a small crab. The question would not be to whom, but to what did she speak to. When she realizes that she probably looks crazy, she kicks sand at the hard-shelled creature as if to hide it and pretend it wasn't there.

Talking to herself is less crazy than to a crab. Right? Right. Crisis averted, she thinks to herself.

... Probably not. Wes is upset, not stupid.

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Eve frowned at Wes’ angry back marching off on her, after Trinity. She swiped at the fake tear pooling under her left eye. So much for the big teddy bear people seemed to think he was, he’d totally just brushed her off. She still followed after him though, pausing in the doorway of the main hall away from their sight and focus, though his screaming voice was loud enough to reach where she stood. And she couldn’t help a satisfied smile stretching across her face. The Barbie and Ken of camp had been shockingly easy to break up. She stayed where she was watching the hunky blonde, swoop in for the cleaning up duty. Trinity was sure building up herself a harem, and this second boy was just painting a big red target on his back.

Eventually they all drifted away and out of earshot, the rest of the main hall following suit. So she slipped into the shadows, teleporting through them to the beach. Or at least to the shadowed tree line just next to the beach. She hadn’t bothered to change, didn’t want mother dearest thinking she’d made an effort.

She saw Wes approaching the beach first, and with a brunette by his side. Geez, he was a brave man. She made a deliberate act and walking over to him, "Sorry, you're shirt tag is hanging out, and I just hate that." She kept he tone friendly, without a hint of flirt, but it might not look that way to a certain jealous blonde. And with a smile she reached up and played with his collar pretending to tuck in a non existent tag. Though she used to physical contact with his neck to influence his thoughts. That brunette next to you is gorgeous.

Leaving Wes before Trinity beat her brain in, her eyes landed on Mason, dressed the part of grieving brother. She had to admit that he looked good in a suit, and her instincts to play with him kicked in. Plus, maybe now was her time to finally meet the Andromeda Bolton. She pranced over to the pair catching the tail end of the conversation, and getting herself a glimpse into Andy’s clutch.

Eve let out a low whistle as she broke into the conversation, inserting herself in between the two. “Wow, you really are a girl of many talents.” She said, with an open and friendly grin. Hooking her arm around Andy’s playing the friendly part. “And you’re just as beautiful as I thought you’d be!” Her voice was bubbly and full of enthusiasm.

Eve shook her head as if just realising her mistake. “Sorry, sorry. I'm Evangeline. Mason has just told me soooo much about you, that I feel like we’re already friends.” She giggled and cocked her head toward the son of Hades, her eyes twinkling with delight, and her sweat grin slipping slightly into a smirk for a moment. No doubt, reminding him about what he had told her about Andy. “Right babe?” She winked at him, and reached a hand out to lay across his chest. Funnelling her magic through the touch, attempting to influence his thoughts wink back at me. With the fabric of his jacket in the way, the words unspoken, and his own strong will, he’d probably be able to resist her magic’s pull. But he’d still want to, even for a moment. And he’d know it was her who put the thought there, she liked him knowing she was there, in his head.

Eve looked back and Andy and leaned into her, dropping her voice in a false whisper. False in that is was clearly loud enough to be heard by every around. “And doesn’t he just look hot in the suit? You agree don’t you? Say it.” Eve with her arm still locked around Andy’s, used her words and physical contact to invade Andy’s thoughts, pushing in new ones. You agree, Mason’s hot. Say it.





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Pete didn’t get very far, a few steps or so, before a sharp and sudden downpour saw him soaked from the top of his head to the bottom of his boots. He groaned, he probably smelt like wet dog now, and he’d previously had no intention of changing. Not even god’s deserved an outfit change in his mind. But instead he had to change his path from towards to beach to his cabin.

He was dragging his feet, which is probably why someone ran straight into the back of him. Not a big person, small enough that he barely noticed the force. He spun around, pushing back the black hair that hung over his eyes, dripping water down his face. It seemed the rain passed as quickly as it arrived. "I beg your pardon," her voice was soft, making her small frame.

He raised a lazy shoulder, nothing she needed to apologise for. He’d barely even felt the impact. He’d seen her before the hall, though only because she’d been sitting with that guy from the stables. They had been sitting together and seemed kind of cosy, he noticed. Pete always noticed more than his vacant eyes gave him credit for. And Pete had instinctively scanned the crowd for him, noting that he was trouble. He hitched his backpack up his shoulder ready to head on his way, when her voice reached his ears again. "I uh, don't think we've met. I'm Sloane Astor."

“Pete.” She extended her hand with a smile, or at least his version of a smile, small and barely there. He took her hand, though his shake was brusque and he dropped her hand quickly, he did return the barely there smile as best he could. Now knowing her name, he gave her a second look over, taking in her nice dress now drenched. “You’ve ruined your dress.” It wasn’t a sympathetic platitude, just a comment, she didn’t seem to mind. His own sister would be pitching a fit.

“Later then,” He said turning to continue in the direction of his cabin and leaving her to do the same. But after only a few steps he turned back, his curiosity getting the better of him, he fell into step beside her as she was no doubt heading to her own cabin.

He didn’t want to be caught off guard down the track and he preferred the direct route. “That guy from in there,” He pointed towards the main hall. His voice was direct and to the point, but he didn’t speak meanly, he had no problem with her. “Is he a friend of yours? What’s his deal? Tell me.” He poured his magic into his words, tell me, influencing her to talk to him.

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She continued her little stroll but found Theo had stopped altogether, pulling her to a halt as well.

"It really all depends on the situation. I mean I've done the whole meaningless hook ups thing, and it isn't worth all that much. There's not an ex I even care to see ever again... a model might be a different story," Trinity quirked up a brow. "Ya know, I'd let you come over before my favorite model. No way I'd risk pissing you off for a cheap hook up." That made one smart man in camp. And she thought it was a good thing, a compliment?

“Good boy,” she heard herself say before she could stop it. “That doesn’t really answer my question though,” she said then cleared her throat to rephrase. No one would play her game properly. “Okay, fine, a siren or succubus takes form of whoever you most desire. Your team needs you but you're approached alone by the seductress. How do you think you'd go? I know in the battlefield you kick ass and I know you...like the ladies so how does the big bad wolf respond to temptation?” Trinity supposed it all really did depend on the exact situation. However, Trinity wanted Theo to throw himself in the little dilemma. What if they were on a team and some shapeshifter or charm was Theo's kryptonite.

She gasped as an idea sprang to mind. “Would you be able to smell them? Cause I know - I think I read somewhere we all have pheromones and you're also attracted to the person's pheromones subconsciously? So you might be able to pick up on the different scent, right?” She always got avid talking attacks and counter-attacks. It was a good direction to put her energy and anger.

Arriving on the beach.... Trinity was at a loss. Completely dumbstruck. That blonde played with Wes's collar in the company of Liv. "I have no idea what you're talking about" my ass. God, he was lucky she didn't march over there and deck him and his new toy. Then she hooked her arm around Andy like they were BFFL's - um no, Trinity and Andy were. To top it off, some guy was wrestling with her dad. What the fuck is going on with the world!? Was she in a coma or something and everything changed?

She shifted in front of Theo with her back to him and put the back of her hand on his chest so he didn't trample her. Theo was the only non-tainted one so far but she had the worse feeling he was next. Him, Eve wasn't having. Oh yeah, Trinity caught her name in her little exchange with Pete but she was such a pest! Trinity watched her like a predator watching prey and waited and ached for the next excuse to lunge on her. Trinity's hand on Theo's chest had turned into a tight fist clutching his shirt. If she came over here, Theo better have been lightning fast to contain Trinity. “Theo, can you try make sure I don't do something stupid,” she said quietly. She looked over her shoulder to check his reaction then released his top, which she had unfairly projected her frustration on.

An impatient whiny drew her attention to the horses behind Ares, likely being their transport. “I’d rather ride you than a horse,” Trinity grumbled to Theo, only seconds later realising how it might have sounded. “No, not like the I'm on top, you're on bottom way or moving against you, but the wolf - I want to ride the wolf.” SHUT UP, shut up! Trinity sighed deeply, rubbing her head. She laughed weakly. “Sorry.”

When she could look him in the eyes again she smiled slightly. “You do owe me a wolf transformation though.”

The smile faded as quickly as it came. She did have one more pressing thing to bring up and it was very much handing power to Theo, thus made her uneasy. “Can I...could I...maybe crash at your cabin tonight?” Trinity pulled a face. She was always one to face her problems, not run or hide or ignore them and it made her appear weak. She hated that, furrowing her brows looking down at the sand. Trinity only wanted a night's escape to chill. In the event of Theo's rejection though, she could just bar her door, crank some music up she supposed.

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Image "I know, and I'm sorry. You're right. I'll go and get it now and give it to him. After everything he's been through, he deserves something good to come out of all this mess that I've caused." Duke smiled warmly. No doubt it would benefit Wesley but it would benefit her conscience too.

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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Wes followed after Liv. His pace was slow and she quickly got a fair distance ahead of him, but in the end it meant he didn't have to wait as long for her to finish getting ready in her cabin. Not that he minded. For the first time, Wes wasn't overly excited to join the rest of the campers. Even though Olympus would be a glorious sight, at the current moment, he didn't care.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Welp, no turning back now!

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


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

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

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

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

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The ride to Olympus was peaceful enough. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Trinity was mostly quiet as they soared upward through the clouds. The rush of the air reminded Theo of being a wolf. It was just a little but more unnerving being in the air.

“Do you turn into other animals?”

Theo glanced over his shoulders. He had hardly heard her as the wind drowned out most other noise. He thought about it for a second. Theo wasn't actually sure if he could turn into other animals or not. He had never tried. It was a question that peaked his curiosity though. What if he could turn into one of the more majestic birds and fly?

"I'm actually not sure," Theo yelled, letting his voice pierce the noise around them, "I've never tried. Maybe I'll talk to my lovely mother about it when we get up on the mountain."

As they arrived at Olympus, Theo took in his surroundings with a touch of awe. There was literally excitement in the air, and everything exploded with color and wonder. He nodded to Trinity when she asked to walk around, but almost immediately they were approached by another demigod that Theo did not recognize. She looked frantic, and Theo felt something odd was about to said.

"Trinity, as a neutral party in this... drama series, starring one Wesley, possibly a devilish blonde woman, and then you, I feel that I should leave you with a thought. The tempestuous nature of an Ares' child emotional state is prime pickings for many Demigods here. How one can expect to uphold any stable relationship in this place is beyond me, but that's a theory I can delve in on another day. Today, however, as we venture into the realm of... bad choices. Possibly ones that you may not be able to take back, I find myself wondering if there is a way for a neutral party, like myself, to get you to be reasonable. Unlike women, men don't like games. Their man emotions can't handle them. They will pack up and move on from them in no time. You catch Wes' eyes, and only you. Despite the fact that you embarrassed him in front of more than half the camp, I believe that you have a shot at redemption. I believe that, should you be interested in taking that shot, you should do so tonight and utilize the hot mess that has become his cabin as an opportunity to sort through your problems. I find cleaning therapeutic myself. If not, maybe it's time to let him go. I'd hate to see a tame child of Aphrodite go from kind to, well - you know. You are at a fork in the road, and unless you choose one path or the other, no one is going to be able to feel settled. Gods know what is in store for us in the future, but blurred emotions can be rather costly, no? Oh - and this blond girl: she's up to no good. I could hear the irritation in his voice."

Theo took a deep breath. The girl cycled between looking at Trinity and Theo throughout the speech. He wasn't exactly sure who she was or why she was doing this, but he wasn't really here for it. Theo didn't look at himself as a bad choice. He would say he was the better choice. Wes couldn't protect Trinity. Wes couldn't keep Trinity calm in crisis. Theo was better for her., and just as he felt he was making progress, this girl had to come blow it up.

Theo checked back into the world around him after stewing on his anger for a few seconds, but he managed to breathe and keep his mouth shut, waiting for Trinity to respond first. Would he hold her back if she exploded?

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When Liv approached she tried to smile but the daughter of Poseidon couldn't even conjure a hello before diving into a lecture. “Trinity, As a neutral party in this...drama series, starring one Wesley, possibly a devilish blonde woman, and then you, I feel that I should leave you with a thought. The tempestuous nature of an Ares' child emotional state is prime pickings for many Demigods here. How one can expect to uphold any stable relationship in this place is beyond me, but that's a theory I can delve in on another day. Today, however, as we venture into the realm of...” Liv shifted her focus to Theo and Trinity narrowed her eyes “...bad choices.” She resolved to call Theo making Trinity's eyes widen. “Possibly ones that you may not be able to take back, I find myself wondering if there is a way for a neutral party, like myself, to get you to be reasonable.”

What departed from the daughter of Poseidon's mouth quickly changed Trinity's attitude towards her. Bad choices that she can't take back? Fuck, it wasn't like Trinity was pregnant with Theo. She rubbed her face in agitation and took in a deep breath to collect herself. “Liv, don't you think it's kinda none of your business. At all?” She tried to offer calmly, though the warning was packed under it.

“Unlike women, men don't like games. Their man emotions can't handle them. They will pack up and move on from them in no time.” Was that some sort of threat that she'd lose them? "You catch Wes' eyes, and only you. Despite the fact that you embarrassed him in front of more than half the camp, I believe that you have a shot at redemption.”

Trinity's fist clenched as it became apparent Liv was some lapdog of Wes's. She embarrassed him!? She had to try redemption!? Her thumb eagerly stroked over her closed fingers. Since Liv had the desire to unload all her unwanted input, Trinity let her out with it.

“I believe that, should you be interested in taking that shot, you should do so tonight and utilize the hot mess that has become his cabin as an opportunity to sort through your problems. I find cleaning therapeutic myself. If not, maybe it's time to let him go. I'd hate to see a tame child of Aphrodite go from kind to, well - you know. You are at a fork in the road, and unless you choose one path or the other, no one is going to be able to feel settled. Gods know what is in store for us in the future, but blurred emotions can be rather costly, no?”

The blonde began to pace somewhere in her speech to stop from attacking one of Poseidon's proteges. That new nuisance girl might not have known better but Liv did. She tried to find an excuse not to lunge at her but she could only think one: because she was in Olympus...one reason not to, opposed to the other hundred screaming to do it. Poseidon kids had healing properties so it would be fine. It wouldn't save her from the pain but she'd recover.

“Oh - and this blond girl: she's up to no good. I could hear the irritation in his voice.”

Trinity smiled humorlessly. That's rich. That was the last thought that rang in her mind before she shoved Liv hard into a stone pillar, and planted her arm at the girl's neck. Squirming and retaliation from Liv only made Trinity retaliate back, throwing a fist into her and driving her knee into the girl until a vicious cycle had quickly begun of hits and blows.

She wasn't sure who threw who but they had crashed to the floor of Olympus and Trinity wrestled for control. Just as she readied a fist to hit Liv square in the face, some arms seized her off the ground for a split second, her arms pinned across her chest and back to the person holding her. She kept her fuming gaze on Liv until she was turned around so Liv was out of view. Trinity found herself squirming to get her arms free but they didn't give her the leverage or momentum. “I'm fine,” she growled.

They took her away into some private quarters and eventually they realeased her and Trinity shook it out, pacing like a caged animal.



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He laughed softly and Evelyn browsed him head to toe. Not long after he had conjured his answer leaning in her ear. “I want to be entertained.” Plain and simple answer for a not so plain and simple man. Yet it was true no doubt. He always gave the bare minimum as response to his intentions. Something that sufficed but never really fulfilled her intrigue.

She continued the mindless stroll, taking about two steps away before he spoke again. “Alright, Evelyn, tell me a secret.” She turned to him startled and met that smirk. Foresight wasn't one of her gifts however she should have judged the situation and company better to know he wouldn't ask something in return. She was equally frightened as intrigued to hear what it would be.

“Go on...”

After drawing it out for some time he finally spoke. “Why is such a stunning young woman, such as yourself, wasting your precious time on me?”

Her mouth parted thinking an answer to reply with easy but she couldn't. Once they reached Olympus they could have parted ways straight away, but she had chosen to stick around like she had chosen to approach him in the hall and save him from being mauled in capture the flag. Evelyn was rendered speechless and smiled at the situation. His question was disarming and she didn't see him asking that....ever. Touche, Sylas. She averted her gaze to the floor. “Maybe I'm just a fly in a web that thinks I can change the nature of a spider,” she said.

She never pursued the quest to transform Sylas to a "better man" - Evelyn was never about changing people for better or worse. But there was a chance she was getting in over her head playing these games with him. A large part of her was attracted to the sport and thrill of his nature and that's where the truth sat in her statement.

She lifted her head again meeting his eyes. “Have you considered I could be...distracting you from mass mayhem?” She touched his upper arm. If things turned south in their wicked game, it was better to be in contact with him, additionally, the touch also emphasised her next point. Her fingers brushed slowly and lightly up and down 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.” Evelyn smirked. Mainly it was a joke. Evelyn lived a dull life thus had plenty of time to imagine what it was like on the dark side of the scales and found there was something alluring about it. Something about taking full advantage of one's powers. But she knew better.

Since he had been honest in his answers, she cut the sarcasm. “You're my newest subject of interest.” And that was the perfect sufficing truth. She tested him, he tested her and she was curious about him. A subject he was. “If I bother you, however...” She turned her back on Sylas, heading to the overlook of where Alex's trial would be held, resting her palms on the bannister. He could fill in the blank.

Somewhere off there was a commotion with grunts and all sorts being heard, but Evelyn didn't even pay it a glance, too busy observing the arena below. Something much more rare and fascinating than a fight.

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Even though Athena couldn't hear what the young demigoddess was whispering, she could still see her. Soon the young girl gave her own 'promise' not cause trouble. Both mother and son could tell she wasn't going to cause any issues yet. The girl might as well had said it. Athena would have said something else, but soon her attention was diverted by a fight between Ares's daughter and a brunette.

"Excuse me." she replied before rushing forward and ordered several men to separate the two.

"That is quite enough! I don't know how this fight started, but I won't tolerate here regardless.

"I'm fine," Trinity growled.

"I am glad to know that Trinity. I think for now you could use a few minutes to calm down. Take her some place safe."

That last one was for the one men holding Trinity. They nodded and took her way. Athena then went to find Ares. It didn't take her long.


"You might want to have a word with your daughter. She just got into a fight and it might be best if she had someone to vent to so she can be as clear-headed as possible for the trial." Athena told him before going off to make sure the preparations for the trial were ready.

Heath saw the whole thing and took a deep breath before focusing back on the blonde who was with him. He purposely ignore the innuendoes she gave him and just focused on a few things.

"Iliana is my adopted sister. We are close, but not in the way you're implying. And I merely respect my mother's orders. Do you follow your parent's orders?" Heath deliberately asked her a yes or no question just to see if she would lie or not.




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"Just call him Zeus. No need for formalities."

Ethan chuckled at that.

"I'll try, but it may be awhile. I was raised in Southern USA and manners and formalities were drilled into me since Day 1."

Plus, addressing the Ruler of Olympus as anything else was easier said then done. He doubt he'd ever get comfortable enough around the god to drop the "Lord" part. Well time would tell. The demigod next to him soon asked what he thought of camp so far.

"Hmm, good question. My companions and I only arrived a short while ago, but plenty has happened so far. As far as what I've seen and who I've met, it has been intense, but I can't give you my verdict yet on that since I still don't know everyone. As far as the camp itself, I am very impressed with how big it is and I am loving the architecture! I'll admit though, this place is just amazing! Looking at all the buildings here is giving me so many ideas for future projects! I am going to college for my architect degree. At the moment I am taking a break though to come here and help my friend, Heath, with his adopted sister. Heath was the one who addressed you and your sister back at camp. We did find his adopted sister. She's currently with her mother, Demeter."

Ethan stopped talking when the demigod's attention became diverted by something else. Turning he saw what he was looking at and remembered seeing the duo before, only the blonde was missing. He didn't hear the words, but he caught on they were arguing about something. This made Ethan recall the fight between Wesley and that other blonde. The one petite blonde had been around them too and she had been the same one to snag Heath too. Was she influencing these people somehow? That pair hadn't been arguing before she arrived. When Zeus's son returned, he was obviously angry and his next words didn't surprise Ethan in the slightest.

"I can tell you what I think of Camp so far... it's full of liars."

"Well that's a darn shame. I won't ask what happened since it's none of my business, but I do want to make you aware of someone. I saw that pair right before we left for Olympus and they weren't arguing. There was this petite short hair blonde hair girl with them. She recently influenced my friend Heath somehow to go with her, I think to ride with her. I could be wrong here, but it wouldn't surprise me if she had the ability to influence people around her. I just don't trust her. Unfortunately I don't know her name. Heath's actually keeping an eye on her now. I just thought I'd should warn you though. Oh by the way, I don't think I ever got your name."

Suddenly someone else came up on Ethan's other side.

"Well there you are. Just can't stop talking can you my boy?" Hestia said, looking at her son with a humorous glint in her eyes.

"Oh, hi mom! What are you doing here?"

"I just came by to see you, Ethan before heading to the trial. It'll me my job to help keep everyone 'cool, calm, and collected'. Of course that might be easier said then done given the situation. Well then, I'll let you two continue your chat. We can talk after the trial, Ethan."

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Iliana had created several wreaths made of orange gladiolus flowers in no time flat and with her mother returned back to the others. First two people Iliana saw was Zeus's son and Ethan. She approached them quickly and could feel anger coming from the dark hair man. She actually hesitated coming forward at first. Demeter, who was also carrying her daughter's notepad, placed a hand on Iliana's shoulder.

"It's okay sweetie.

Ethan turned to see the mother and daughter duo.

"Hello ladies. Iliana, did you make those wreaths?

Iliana nodded before hiding behind Demeter. Her mother smiled and turned to Zeus's son.

"My daughter is very shy Ajax. She knows you've been having a rough time lately and wanted to give you a gladiolus wreath to help cheer you up. She picked that flower because it means strength and she hopes you'll have the strength to get through these trying times. Go on and give one to him Iliana."

Iliana, trembling at this point, manage to come forward, give a wreath to Ajax, and suddenly rushed off, wanting to get away from his anger. Demeter wasn't far behind her.

Ethan sighed and turned back to a Ajax.

"Don't mind Iliana. She's been through a lot herself recently and is very wary of people she doesn't know. It's actually why she doesn't talk at the moment. So if you see her writing in a notebook, it's basically how she 'talks' now. Heath and I are hoping this camp will help her find her voice again and the 'old' Iliana can return. But hey at least now I know your name. Ajax right?"

It didn't take long for Demeter to catch up with Iliana.

"That was rude of you to leave like that Lia. I want you to apologize to him later okay?" Demeter gently scolded her.

Iliana nodded and the continued walking before coming upon someone else who was near a cliff near some flowers. Her emotions were just radiating off of her and Iliana could tell they were a complete mess. She was also trying hard not to sob and it was starting to affect Iliana. Turning to her mother, she gave her the wreathes she was holding before taking her notebook and pen from her mother and wrote something.

"Who is that mother? She looks like she could use a wreath."

Demeter smiled and gestured her to follow her. When they got closer, Demeter greeted her.

"Hello, you're Hecate's daughter, Andromeda correct? I am Demeter and this is my daughter, Iliana. 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."

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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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“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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Poseidon's daughter stood up once all was said and done, interjecting just seconds after the break from the memory pool was both called and granted. Whilst Liv knew she was a newcomer, it was beneficial to both the prosecutor and the defendant to have an unbiased eye or two. This woman had watched enough crime shows to know that there were certain things that were necessary for a Trial, even if it might be different in the home of the gods.

”I am Liv Pfeiffer, Poseidon’s Daughter - and while I might be new, and perhaps even my interjection unwanted by the vast majority here, I wanted to offer up my own personal opinions on the matter. Though, you may call it a desire to hear facts not emotional ramblings. I don’t know if trials on Olympus operate the same way as it does on the earthly realm, but since we are half-human, maybe we deserve the same courtesies afforded to us in our own courts. It’s only fair, is it not?” She waits a moment, her eyes flickering from the gods to the demigods, of whom may or may not be utterly receptive to her words. It was always hard to hear the logical stuff, hence why everyone is attempting to appeal to emotions.

Her gaze lands on both Hades and the Son of Hades, ”I understand that you are deeply wounded emotionally from the loss of your daughter, however, what evidence do you have that the daughter of Zeus was - beyond the shadow of a doubt - the only one complicit in her murder? How do you know that the accused,” she points to Alex, ”... was in her correct state of mind given all that we know about the manipulations of her peers?” She looks pointedly to Eve, then to Trinity, then to Wesley. If one blond could create such chaos on the domain of romance, why not another in that of murder? Regardless, she continues on, "Furthermore, Hades, the son of Hades, and to all others that might be against the accused - what evidence do you have that the daughter of Hades did not instigate a fight that ended in her unfortunate passing? 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 was shameless, but she also has no personal stake in this Trial. She was not necessarily friends with many, and she most certainly made herself an enemy or two just moments ago, so the thought that she could be more alienated by her peers never struck her. The thought that the other gods could smite her never bothered her. The fact that she could earn herself more trouble was, well, it wasn’t at all in her thoughts. She just didn’t care. Perhaps not caring would glean more insight to the case that could put everyone at a relative ease.

”All of the testimony thus far has been circumstantial - it’s all hearsay. While we are glad to hear that many are friends to Alex, I am wondering if there is physical evidence for or against the accused. If there is, one should offer it up immediately. The memories of the death of her mother is relevant information, but it is still not evidence that she committed the murder in question recently. It’s just an attempt to sway her peers against her and cause Alex to place blame on herself based on past actions, and it further adds to the confusion that I am sure many of the campers feel. Offer evidence for or against her, or drop the Trial until you can find it. That’s all I wanted to say as an unbiased party that is neither for or against Alex.”

She finally took her seat again, crossing her arms over her chest and sighing. This was going to be a long day, but no one was offering up anything of use.

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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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Well the trial was keeping him entertained so that was good for him. But more interesting for her were his thoughts on the daughter of Hera. “I can see why you came to your conclusion. But she isn't quite my type. I like my women mature, calculating... unpredictable. Qualities she does not possess.”

Evelyn nodded, taking the feedback on board. Eve did show a fraction of those qualities to Evelyn anyway, apart from the maturity. “Always worth knowing, thank you.”

But her second question, regarding herself and his own actions, seemed to make him think and Evelyn listened and waited intently. “Hmmm. Perhaps I don't like the idea of someone else playing with my toys. Maybe I'm selfish?” Evelyn quirked up a brow. Was that the answer he wanted to lock in? “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?” Of course he'd answer, he couldn't have a false impression that he was tender floating around, now could he? Sylas leaned forward. “Or maybe, I do have a soft spot for you.” Evelyn smiled. She actually enjoyed being proved different by this man. It was how he continuously won her intrigue.

She gently took his collar between her fingers, not tugging, not pulling, nor demanding his attention, but keeping him close. “If I had to pick one of the three, I'd say the first.” She let the fabric slip from her fingers. “You do strike me as someone that doesn't like to share and is very self-orientated.” To give him a scope into her logic, she continued, “Worrying about another's actions seems beneath you, especially with nothing to tie you and Eve together. As for the last option, as flattering as the thought is, I don't believe we've had enough time together for you to grow such attachment. Yet,” she added.

Sylas returned to his casual position. “You wouldn't like being her puppet. She wouldn't be as fun as I am.”

Evelyn stifled a laugh, lowering her head to hide the reaction. “I don't think I'd appreciate being anyone's puppet. No matter their fun value. I can imagine it though.” Evelyn watched a daughter of Poseidon rise and speak her earlier logic. Evidence was going to be the only substantial thing, yes. Somebody got it.

But Keith scoffed and let out a bitter remark in reply, “Sorry, we forgot to bring Jenn's head to appease you,” surprising Evelyn as well as himself. Maybe when she made more progress with Sylas, if such a thing existed, she'd have to readdress Keith, even when he was in the company of two beautiful and warm girls. There was a strange case surrounding him. The daughter of Hecate spoke again and had the same thought in the way of prosecuting evidence. “As for evidence, what do you want? Her corpse?” Then there was a temporary dispersion.

She leaned towards Sylas, eyes still on the arena, picking up from their conversation regarding her as a puppet. “Eve wants gossip to collect information and to pull on a few heartstrings. She wants to be the embodiment of envy and jealousy to women, and desire to men. I'd be a great informant for her, but considering I'm not a male, she'd grow bored and release her spell. Now as your puppet, the bidding you'd have me do could vary.” Evelyn looked at him. Even if she knew Sylas's exact motives for camp, he'd still probably mix his puppets chores up. There would always be some factor of unpredictability to him. “If you're lucky all you might have to do is ask rather than be domineering.”

Evelyn turned her attention to Sloane, who buried herself far away from others and at the back of the arena. She was likely the only one that knew Sylas. What a privilege and curse it must have been on the girl. But Evelyn didn't care to interrogate somebody about someone else, Sloane held her own mystery. As for the company next to Sloane, well, he was a new face and unpinnable from this distance. “Do you happen to know who that devilishly handsome man is by your sister?” Though 'devilishly handsome' was the best way to describe Sylas himself. Evelyn smirked slightly. She supposed it was time to test the son of Eris's ego again. Particularly now that one of 'his toys' and sister had their attention on the same dark-haired male. Sylas did have a rather commanding presence. Perhaps her question would show lack of tact/clumsiness and irk her precious company. Who knew, and that was what she loved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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None of it really surprised Theo. Trinity lashing out so quickly he couldn't stop her wasn't surprising. It's not like there was much he could do to stop Trinity anyway. She was born stronger than he would ever be. As could be expected at a place like Olympus, the fight was over about as soon as it had started. Liv and Trinity exchanged some last venomous words, and then Trinity was taken out of their sight. Theo hung his head. Why did people always have to mess with him? He really just wanted to be there for the people he cared about... especially Trinity. She definitely mattered much more than anyone else at camp. Theo wandered over to the edge of a nearby fountain to sit down and think, observing the comings and goings of his fellow demigods and their parents. It seemed to Theo like everything was going to shit just at the wrong time.

It wasn't long before he heard a set of feet creeping up on his left side. He knew who it was, but he looked anyway. Sure enough, there was his mother, Artemis, standing there with her arms across her chest, mimicking his long face. Theo let his lips curl into a slight smile as he stood up and reached out to pull Artemis into a hug.

"Theo, what mess are you into now?"

It was typical of his mother to cut right to the thick of things. She had always shown concern for Theo, and she wasn't one to beat around the bush.

"Awwww mom, you know me. I just have to get caught up with some girl. I just wish I knew if she was caught up with me or not," Theo laughed it off like it was no big deal. He had always felt a need to make his mother feel like he was okay or happy, even if he wasn't.

Artemis nodded at Theo, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as she spoke, "We need a hunt together soon. I feel like we haven't spent enough time together lately. As I'm sure you know, things have been very busy here. Speaking of, I must get to the trial. Don't be too long. Proceeding should begin soon."

Theo watched as his mother strode past him, golden gown flowing behind her with grace. The conversation had encapsulated much of their relationship for the past few years. There was much love and care underneath the words, but the communication was lacking. Theo let out a yawn as he reclaimed his seat on the edge of the fountain. He let his mind rest over the next few minutes as gods and demigods alike flooded past him into the trial room. Theo ignored it for the most part, keeping his head down and speaking to no one.

“Theo right?” Theo looked up, even though he recognized the voice. It was the Eve girl, the one who had played a role in causing the fight between Trinity and Wes. What on earth could she want? "Yes, what's it to you?" Theo let disinterest pour into his tone, hoping she would get the hint. The last thing he needed was Trinity mad at him over this random girl too.

“I- I’ve made this great huge mistake.” Theo was kind of caught off guard as Eve's eyes began to water. It took him slightly a back, feeling a sudden need to comfort the girl as she continued to speak, “Trinity, you’re friend? She’s- she’s kind of scary. I’m so scared to approach her, so I was hoping you could pass a message on to her for me?”

"Yeah, I can tell she's not a big fan of yours. I'm not so sure I can..." Theo started to speak but the girl's expression changed suddenly as she cut him off.

“Oh, The trial! I have to tell you everything, come sit with me.”

Eve basically dragged Theo into the trial with him, but for some reason he didn't feel the need to complain, just a rush of desire to comfort her. It confused Theo because he knew that this would piss Trinity off, but he didn't much care.

As they took their seats, Theo scanned the crowd. Trinity was sitting right across from them. This drew a frown from Theo, but maybe she wouldn't see him. Theo wasn't sure is he wanted to say anything at the trial or not. It wasn't like he could say anything different than any of Alex's other friends were saying. Trinity, Duke, Wes, Ajax, Andy... they seemed to have it covered. Theo listened to them, but the trial was honestly boring. He turned to Eve, leaning towards her, "So ummm... what was it you had to tell me?"

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Image"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?" Ajax said, obviously looking to appeal to everyone else except himself, and the warrior princess if she remembered anything they spoke about. Pointedly, he sought her out and smirked. Ajax was a joke to Mason at this stage.

The Gods continued leading Alex to the pensieve. There it showed her killing her own mother or something alike to the maternal figure. Alex stabbed her a few times. So she had murdered her own blood while she was in the mood. "No, stop! please... let me take a break. Please." She was drawn away from the pensieve and Mason took a break himself, sighing out and resting back.

Out of nowhere another girl rose. ”I am Liv Pfeiffer, Poseidon’s Daughter - and while I might be new, and perhaps even my interjection unwanted by the vast majority here, I wanted to offer up my own personal opinions on the matter. Though, you may call it a desire to hear facts not emotional ramblings. I don’t know if trials on Olympus operate the same way as it does on the earthly realm, but since we are half-human, maybe we deserve the same courtesies afforded to us in our own courts. It’s only fair, is it not?”

He just wanted a damn recess. Mason rubbed his head as if the girl had conjured him a headache suddenly. ”I understand that you are deeply wounded emotionally from the loss of your daughter, however, what evidence do you have that the daughter of Zeus was - beyond the shadow of a doubt - the only one complicit in her murder? How do you know that the accused ... was in her correct state of mind given all that we know about the manipulations of her peers?” Her eyes pointed to Eve. This girl was just colder and colder from the right trail, Eve was nowhere near Athens last year. Nor were any spawns of Hera or Eris. Just a daughter of Zeus that couldn't be held accountable for her own actions. "Furthermore, Hades, the son of Hades, and to all others that might be against the accused - what evidence do you have that the daughter of Hades did not instigate a fight that ended in her unfortunate passing? 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."


Now she was questioning Andy's recall? She said she had limited visibility not hallucinogens. "It's so weird, it's like she's speaking to us but I can't make sense of it," he told Hades, who hushed his son calmly.

”All of the testimony thus far has been circumstantial - it’s all hearsay. While we are glad to hear that many are friends to Alex, I am wondering if there is physical evidence for or against the accused. If there is, one should offer it up immediately. The memories of the death of her mother is relevant information, but it is still not evidence that she committed the murder in question recently. It’s just an attempt to sway her peers against her and cause Alex to place blame on herself based on past actions, and it further adds to the confusion that I am sure many of the campers feel. Offer evidence for or against her, or drop the Trial until you can find it. That’s all I wanted to say as an unbiased party that is neither for or against Alex.”

Mason opened his mouth to speak but someone else beat him to it with a scoff. "Sorry, we forgot to bring Jenn's head to appease you." Mason looked to the source doubtfully. A faint smile appeared. The comment wasn't as loud as an announcement, just a casual voice but Mason heard it and he liked it. Maybe there was a bit of Daniel in there after all. Instinctively he moved his eyes to Andy hoping she had heard the first good thing in a while. But she might have been too far off like Liv was.

"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. If the Gods wish to see for themselves, I will gladly walk down to that pool and show you all." Mason swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. But if Alex could see her stab her own mother, Mason could see his sister beheaded...he hoped. "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."

Mason glanced to Hades. He better not have touched Jennova's body or soul all for the sake of a point. "I am done being a pawn for the two of you to use against one another," he heard.

Andy left and there was some other movement going on to control emotions so he took the chance to exit the Acropolis himself before death gripped his arm. "Do not disappoint me," Hades said and let him go.

Mason exited and approached Andy, though didn't come too close to the girl. Especially with new knowledge of how much a slap from her could sting. "Hey," Mason rose his hands, "I come in peace. I just wanted to check you were okay." Mason looked her over and noticed her wreath. A few demigods had wreaths and it turned into another divide for Mason. Ajax and Alex's closest clan members were gifted with them. He shook it off and carried on with what he wanted to say. "I also wanted to say I am grateful for your testimony and offering to have your memories looked into. I know it's not over yet but I wanted to say thanks, it means a lot. I'm scared shitless to see what you saw," he admitted and laughed once. "But if it's evidence..." He'd have to bear it.

Sensing he was an unwelcomed presence, he nodded to her and turned on his heel and crept back into the Acropolis to finish the trial. He wasn't trying to magically erase how he spoke to her earlier, but he wanted her to know even when he was angry with her, and her at him, he appreciated what she did.

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

Mason frowned. He was gone all day so he didn't know who saw Jenn in the last 24 hours, except for Alex. But maybe the hair model had a point. But it was all getting very tiresome, the demand for evidence, the want to know the actions of the days prior to the death. "To my knowledge there was no prior confrontation and Jennova was fine. Stop searching for exit points and a plea of insanity from her. Sometimes people are just monsters." When Mason collected a soul for Hades, he didn't play the blame game, he owned his actions.

"This isn’t a debate of whether she did it or not. We all know she did. People just want to know why so why don’t you speak up and tell everyone already so we can move this thing along," he said to Alex. He didn’t even care if they decided not to smite her at this point because he would hunt her no matter what. Even in the Underworld.

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Pete watched as their fellow demi-gods spoke up to give their 2 cents worth. All emotional appeals, Alex’s cheer squad to two who gave their own rallying cries, that bored him. Surely none of this garbage would hold any impact of the proceedings, not if it were to be run like a proper trial.

For something that felt inconsequential in the face of actual evidence, it was awfully cruel. To hear what all Alex’s precious peers had to say about her, to relive her crime from every angle. It was obviously cutting her raw, from way up the back she looked a fragile nothing, especially when compared to her display of power from the stables earlier. And that was before they brought out the Pensieve. Horrible, gory memories filled up the room and Pete felt compelled to watch, sitting up at attention for the first time in the trial.

The images faded quickly before Alex was allowed a quick break. Pete relaxed back into his seat, eyeing off Sloane who seemed completely unaffected by the images. She finally answered his question. "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."

Ah, Liv, the girl in the bloody clothes who spoke earlier. No doubt her words would irk most, but he appreciated her forthright speech. He glanced over at her, she sat alone and he knew her words were unlikely to bring her any company. He would have invited her over but he was one for friendly crowds and he doubted Sloane was either.

Pete turned to Sloane, remembering clearly their earlier conversation. He was aware she was the daughter or Eris, the goddess of discord, and capable of her own manipulation, but it appeared that their manipulation didn’t work on each other too well. “It is too easy to take someone’s will for your own.” He replied knowing better than most. His sister could push people in whatever direction she wanted, but Pete could possess people, using their body for his own ends “Hard to prove though.” If that was their defence, Alex’s family was going to be hard pressed to prove it. People who manipulated other knew how to cover their tracks.

Sloane cocked an eyebrow at him, deciding it was his time to speak. "Your thoughts?"

He shot her a half smile, his best attempt at playful. “Oh, I don’t give those away, even for a penny.” His attempt at being jovial felt awkward even to him, not that it was a lie. He wasn’t in the habit of revealing his thought or feelings to anyone. He bent down to rub at a scoff mark on his left boot “She’s guilty alright. Just depends if they want her dead or not,” he said motioning to the panel of judging Gods, all haughty and well, god-like. He tone was detached as if he were discussing the weather not the ending of someone’s life. Though he hoped they didn't choose the death route with this.

“Though,” He sat back up raising an eyebrow to Sloane, recalling her earlier comment. “I’m not the smartest lad.” His eyes were drawn past Sloane to a red head several rows down, an inconspicuous hair colour. Especially when she was turned to looked at them, and she was sitting next to the infamous Sylas. “Despite your best efforts, you’ve drawn attention.” He muttered darkly nodding towards the pair sitting rows down from them.







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Eve watched the trial with interest and curiosity. Obvious lines were drawn in the sand, with Andy’s speech siding her with Mason and pissing off her beloved boyfriend. Alex’s like gang of boyfriends swearing that she was kind hearted and whatever. Through it all Eve’s eyes were drawn to the one-armed demi god of love. She wasn’t an idiot, she could understand double-talk and knew what Evelyn and Sylas were getting at. Aphrodite’s children were all gifted with the ability to manipulate others, clearly that protected him from her own influence somehow.

Luckily for Eve, she didn’t need her powers to turn people into her own dolls, moving them about to keep her entertained. She was already formulating a plan, she’d just have to wait to find him alone.

Her thoughts were brought back to the trail though when they produced a Pensieve, illuminating Alex’s dark memories. Eve turned her eyes to the spectators, watching Zeus and Ajax, their reactions far more fascinating then the images displayed.

It was gone in a an instant and then a recess was called leaving her side by side with Theo. And he didn’t waste time turning to her he spoke up, "So ummm... what was it you had to tell me?" He’d leaned into her slightly as he spoke, a situation she used to her advantage by leaning in slightly, giving them the impression of close friends sharing secrets to anyone looking their way.

Eve stared at her hands. “Right.” She said, before chewing her lip and forcing her eyes to once more water. She tried to make herself as small and pathetic as possible. “Well, see Trinity overheard me telling my brother than Wes asked me out.” She wrung her hands together, a sure sign of nerves. She didn’t know what Trinity had told Theo, so she was going to have to stick as close to the truth as possible. “But well, he- he didn’t.” A single tear fell from her eye that she forcefully rubbed away. “It feels so dumb now. I didn’t mean for all this to happen.” She looked up at Theo with an eager, hopeful expression, grabbing at his arm. “You believe me right?” She asked, using her influence magic, believe me. She figured he was safe to manipulate a little since Artemis didn’t grace her children with any powers of manipulation.

“See, Mason was the one who asked me out. Well- to his cabin tonight. That’s hardly the same thing is it?” Eve laughed forcing it to sound shaky and nervous. “I didn’t even say yes! I’m- I’m not like that.” She would have said a silent apology to Mason for dragging his name into this, but well after everything else she hardly felt this was crossing some big line. Plus, if Trinity and Andy ever got talking this would at least hold up.

Another tear left her eye as she looked at her jeans, picking at the rip in them, she wanted to look as meek and pathetic as possible in Theo’s eyes. “I just didn’t want my brother to worry about me, you know, getting involved with a son of Hades. So I just… used Wes’ name, it was a stupid little lie. I didn’t know she’d hear it.”

Eve looked up at Theo with a shaky smile, “You’ll tell Trinity for me? I think she might rip me limb from limb if I try?” She let out a shaky laugh that wasn’t entirely faked. She was certain Trinity would try to kill her if she approached her directly any time soon. Eve was aware of the choice she was giving Theo though. Theo could pass the message on to Trinity, watch her get back with Wes and face being a permanent third wheel to the their relationship. Or he could keep the information to himself and make a real attempt and gaining Trinity’s love. Whatever choice he made, Eve would learn something important about him. She added on a barely audible whisper for extra effect, "plus, I doubt anyone would believe me anymore."

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Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Sloane Astor 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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Poseidon x Hex: #00CCCC x Outfit
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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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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Sloane Astor 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"Hi, I am Ethan, Hestia's son. I have a question for Ajax." Ajax turns his head to look at him. "Didn't you mention something about a bracelet that belonged to Alex and you believed it to be cursed and the cause of her actions toward Jennova. Do you still have it? If this bracelet is cursed it could provide some answers and physical proof." Ajax turns his head again, this time in his father's direction who was looking straight at him, waiting for his son to answer the question.

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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




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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse
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Heath lectured on about the definition of monster according to google that he must have memorised. Did he really want an answer? No. Did he deserve one explaining how he came off as another blind worshipper of the Valises who would lick their boots if they asked, and it was a fact to Mason that she was a monster, yes. But the trial concluding held more importance to him so he let it be.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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



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Hephaestus | HEX:#780707 | Outfit

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

Privacy or no privacy Keith edged towards the front row.

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

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

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