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Pete Drakos

The Loner

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

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n i c k n a m e s x // x Petey , Peter

a g e x // x twenty

g e n d e r x // xmale

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

o r i g i n x // xLondon, England, 1999

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

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






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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x5'11

w e i g h t x // x72kg/i]

h a i r x // x[i]shaggy brown


e y e s x // xsometimes blue, sometimes green

o d d i t i e s x // xPete has a tattoo of a tree on the inside of his left bicep, a matching set with his sister.

a p p e a r a n c e x // x
Pete can mostly be described as unkempt. His hair, once a light brown, has grown dark and shaggy as if he once lost his hair brush and never bothered to buy a new one. It is long enough to fall over his eyes but he seems not to care. All his jeans have holes and rips. And Pete constantly seems like he was just woken in the middle of the night without a chance to shave properly or even have a coffee. His eyes are ringed in dark circles, and he always seems a million miles away from whatever is going on. Most tend to label him a druggy and move on.

Pete isn't overly tall, but with his lanky limbs, he seems like he could be. A man not made for boxing or any other physical sport, he isn't bulky or covered in muscle. But his shoulders are broad, and he can carry his weight.






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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


possession x // x for Pete's best trick, he can possess humans, with a simple touch he can transfer his soul into someone else's body, and when the body dies his soul returns to his own body no harm done. It does leave his own body vulnerable, and possession is very draining so he can't do it for more than a few hours.

influence thoughts/actions x // x while not as talents as his sister, Pete can implant thoughts and actions into the minds of others.

shadow movement x // x Pete can hide in shadows, and walk thhrough them, teleporting himself around.

produce poison x // x Pete's sister can control this ability turning it on and off, but for Pete, this ability is unconscious and fixed. Meaning that his blood is always poisonous and will burn anyone who touches it.



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Overlooked x // x Pete's outward appearance as a bit of a drop kick, and his tendency to stick to the outskirts and shadows, means that he is rarely given much notice. Which is perfect for him, because he couldn't think of anything worse than being noticed and thought of. But it also means that when he does act, he often catches people off guard.

Reading People x // x like his sister, Pete has a history of manipulation and lies. And in order to accomplish this you have to be able to read people, notice their body language and the topic that skirt around. It helps that people tend to forget he's there, hiding in the shadows.

Follow through x // x perhaps because Pete rarely acts, when he does, he means it. He sees his sister, flighty and half-hearted, and chooses to be different. He knows what he's capable of, so he never over promises and when he says he will do something, he won't quit until he's done it.



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Eve x // x Pete isn't dumb or blind. He knows his sister is trouble with a capital T, but she's also his sister. He has spent his entire life being her other half and would do anything for her. Which has often in the past lead him to doing really dumb things. Everyone's got a weak spot, and his just has a perchance for getting herself into trouble.

Patience x // x Pete has run out of patience unfortunately. Not that he ever had much of it, he hates being made to wait, or being held up.

Teamwork x // x he has no interest in being of a team, or working within one. He doesn't want your help, and he will not be helping you out.



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Eve x // x she's quite frankly, a ticking time bomb. He knows one day her lies and schemes will explode around her in a way that not even Pete can fix, and he knows when that happens he'll have no choice but to go into the fire by her side. It's what you do for family.

himself x // x unfortunately, he's had to clean up one too many of Eve's messes and now he knows what he's capable of. He never thought of himself as the hero of the story, but that didn't mean he wanted to end up the cold-hearted villian either.

Opening up x // x he doesn't like himself, doesn't like what he's done, and doesn't like what he'll probably do again. So sharing that information isn't exactly high on his list.





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
xxxxxxxxxxxxx Loner xx Dark xx Impatient xx Conflicted x


Pete is a complete loner, always hiding away in the shadows of crowd. He's not shy, quiet or insecure, he just has no need or want for friends. The way he sees it, he has his own problems, and he'd rather not be burdened with anyone else's. He believes everyone should just get by doing their own thing in their own bubble. The world is a lot cleaner that way. So instead of cultivating deep lasting friendships, Pete spends a lot of time doing, quiet, solitary activities. He's often off reading a book, or sitting by a lake. Definitely not one for physical, adventurous activities.

But his other reason for holding himself at a distance is because when you make friends and become close with people, they tend to want to know things about you, and expect you to talk about yourself sometimes. But the thing is, Pete doesn't really like himself. He's not really all the interesting on his own, and when it comes to talking about his past. Well, taking out off the stuff he won't talk about, there's not really much left. His conflicted feelings towards his sister, and his own actions, aren't really something he likes dwelling on, so he doesn't know why he'd want to share it with someone else.

Pete is impatient. He as never born with much of it, snapping over indecisive people and being made to wait for anything. But lately, he's found that his become even more grumpy and short tempered. When ever he sees someone hesitating he'll use his powers to force them into action, weak people who can't make up their minds, or are too scared to speak the truth only frustrate him. He's tired with all his sister's bullshit, and so he no longer has time for anything but straightforward honesty. Regardless if it leads to conflict and violence. He knows that hasn't always been his policy, he was once a bigger liar than his sister, but he won't be called a hypocrite. He's trying to live his life free of lies, deception and complications.

Despite knowing his sister's true colours, and the lengths she'll go, Pete still loves her. Turning off that switch would be impossible, they are each other's other half. He has and will throw away ever moral line he has to keep her safe, even if its a danger she's brought on herself. He knows she's the villain of this story, and that he'd be a better person without her, but his heart isn't on the same page. After all he might be the only person in the world who understands her, as he was once the same as her.






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H I S T O R I A R U M


Pete was born 22 minutes after Eve, a fact that she will never let him forget. Always making sure everyone knows that he is in fact her little brother despite them being twins. Unlike Eve, who has always sought Hera's approval, Pete has never seen her as a mother. He's never considered anyone a parent to him and Eve, as the bastard children of an adulterous man, they were given food and a roof, but they raised themselves up.

Neither their father nor his wife gave them much notice. Hence the two of them grow together like weeds, intertwined and inseparable, they went everywhere together. Using their powers, they played tricks and caused mischief wherever they went, unchecked by any parental guidance. Perhaps this is why children should not be left to raise themselves.

It wasn't until their family left for Scotland, and the two of them were left alone on the street of London, that they grew out of control. They would lie and cheat their way into penthouse apartments for a weekend, and steal from whoever seemed vulnerable. Anytime one of Eve's lies went too far, Pete could always step in. When they trashed a hotel suite, he could always possess a bellboy and make him confess to the crime, never really minding when happened to that boy once they were done.

It wasn't till Pete was seventeen, that his realised his actions did have consequences, even if they weren't his to live out. When he possessed a maid to steal from a safe for them, she was caught and sent to prison, leaving her seven year old son without a guardian. He left the money with the son, even though Eve called him weak for it. In her mind they'd grown up with nothing so they were just taking a slice for themselves.

Two years later after unsuccessfully trying to reign in Eve's over the top schemes, Pete was once again drawn into the fray. Eve stole from the wrong person. stumbling across a money laundering business, she convinced a member, Richie, to let her in, then helped herself to a cut. Of course the group noticed, and when they found out Richie had let her in, they killed their loose end. But it didn't end there, Richie's best friend came for Eve, wanting seeking his own revenge. So she looked to Pete to do what he always does, clean up her mistakes.

He possessed Richie's best friend, and made him jump of the highest bridge he could find. Eve laughed it off as just an oversight, but Pete can still feel the crushing of bone, and tearing of skin. Ever since he's never been able to look at her the same way, to him she is only a ticking time bomb, one which he'll be forced to clean up after.

After that, they both knew they had to get out of London, so Camp Athens seemed like just the place. Even if they were pretty late for this summer.





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So begins...

Pete Drakos's Story

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Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Pete Drakos

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Pete didn’t know where Eve had gotten to and he didn’t care. They’d arrived at Camp Athens earlier in the morning, and he had separated off almost immediately as he had no doubt that she’d be off skulking around, getting her bearings. Something he had no wish to do. Pete wanted to spend his time relaxing this summer, on his own and under the radar of everyone else.

Unfortunately, it seemed as though fate didn’t want the same things for him. He had thought the stables would be the perfect place to disappear, but apparently there was some sort of beacon attracting people there. He’d been tucked around the back of one of the stables, with his crumpled paperback propped on one knee. He was halfway through Carrie, almost up to the prom scene, when the interruptions to his solitude arrived.

"I was wondering if the stables were open to all campers here. If not we'll leave and get out of your hair."

Luckily, Pete was out of the eye sight, and he was able to fold himself into the shadows of the stall. Unseen unless someone looked hard enough. He hoped they’d move one soon, or else he would. Disappearing and slipping through the shadows without being noticed. However it was a cocky chuckle that caught his attention.

"Looks like the Counselors aren't giving proper orientations." At the end of the stables, a brunette boy with a confident lean against the door, something about him seemed very familiar but Pete couldn’t put his finger on it. So he closed his copy of Carrie and slipped it into his back pocket, staying in the shadows to see what happened next.

Then the brunette girl approached him. She was easy to read, clenching her fists, pulling on her sleeves, she was too easy to read. Clearly, she’d never learnt the art of subterfuge. The girl was a complete open book, almost screaming her angry emotions out loud for everyone to hear. Well, everyone who had a knack for reading body language. "Have we met?"

Well, she didn’t lack for confidence. That was points in her favour, she just needed a little push. Cracking the knuckles on his right hand, Pete got to his feet and wandered out from the shadows, deciding to take action. He was already getting tired of the conversation.

"Do you still want to explore the stables or leave?" The blonde boy said the nervous girl next him.

As if that was even a question, the skittish girl looked petrified as she was making a meal out of her bottom lip. He wandered past the trio on his way, sparing the girl the briefest glance from under his dark hair. “Just run.” He said to the girl, using his magic to implant the action into her head. Saying the words out loud would aid the magic, but he didn’t put much effort into it, he was just pushing her in a direction she assumed she already wanted to go.

Next up was the brunette girl. He wandered up close to her, gently touching her right shoulder as the closer he was to her the better his magic would work. He wasn’t as good as this his sister, Eve, but with the anger he could already read in her, he was fairly certain this would do the trick. “Hit him.” He said the words quietly implanting the action into her mind, but he didn’t care if anyone else heard him directing her into violence. To him violence was justified if it meant being honest to your feelings.


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Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos

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"He doesn't seem like good news," Emery commented on Sylas.

"I don't think I'm the best judge of character." Andy laughed weakly. "The only thing I do know, is he is very competitive... Obviously," she rolled her eyes playfully while motioning to the state of her face.

"You don't have to give me anything in return. Maybe you can just talk, and we'll say you owe me a favour."

"Deal," she smiled softly. Andy helped her friends so often, that receiving help from someone herself was strange. Part of her was happy that it was someone else, someone new, rather than the people she's been surrounded by for the past year. As much as she loves and cares about them, it can also become suffocating keeping this front up that she was ok. That she wasn't, changing, depressed and struggling to go from day to day. Andy remembered what it was like being new at the camp, and it was never easy, especially surrounded by all these powerful and intimidating demigods. So, in the end, maybe this moment of peace would be good for both of them.

"This won't hurt," Emery reassured her as she placed her hands on either side of Andy's face. A shimmer of light grew over her face slowly, the brightness causing her to close her eyes. Then before she knew it, Emery withdrew her hands. "There. Feeling better?"

Andy raised her hand and gently started tapping her nose, before fully grabbing it and rubbing it to see if she felt anything. She smiled from behind her hand. "I don't feel a thing."

"You certainly look better."

She laughed, rubbing her nose once more before dropping her hands into her lap. "Thanks. I had kinda, just, accepted that I was going to have a crooked nose the rest of my life. Would have made for an interesting story." Andy adjusted how she sat, letting her legs hang off the cliff as she looked out over the water. "How did you fair in Capture the Flag? I don't think I saw you... But to be honest, it seems no matter where I go I always end up in the thick of drama." She chuckled, not happily but more of an exhausted laugh of someone who's accepted that this was her life and there was nothing that could be changed about it. "I'm sure a daughter of Artemis would be killer at a game like that. Much better than me." She smiled.




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Ji-Hyun sat still and calm the entire time Sloane doctored his wound. She didn't waste her time, but still tried to be as gentle as possible as she worked. She was so used to Sylas's complaining and squirming, that having someone calm and patient made everything proceed easily with little mess. "You've got pretty steady hands," he said once Sloane had finished, wrapping the final bandage around his hand.

"My brother is very... accident prone, Sloane replied with a slight smile. "He also is such a baby with things like this. Sylas was not very good at sitting still." She moved over to the sink and began washing her hands. "But thanks," she added.

"Here, let me help," Ji-Hyun said as he moved beside her and aided in putting away the first aid kit. Sloane glanced over at him from the corner of her eye, smiling briefly. "I bet you're a lot better than the med hut staff."

Sloane's smile grew slightly at the jest. "Well, I never claimed to be a doctor."

"And think of the cool scar I'm going to get out of this. I'm no good at combat but it'll be a story to tell."

She watched him survey himself in the mirror, before putting the first aid kit back in its home. "It might warrant a story. Someone might think you made a blood pact for a cult or something with a scar like that," Sloane joked. She didn't want to be rude and wonder about Ji-hyun's cabin, especially when he seemed embarrassed by the state of it, not that she minded. So, instead she tried to stand as casually as she could in the bathroom. "Oh," she added, pointing to his hand. "Try not to flex it too much for... a week? You could pop a stitch or reopen it."

"Do you want a drink? I think I've got some soda in the fridge. I've got to find a way to thank you, too."

"Sure," she replied. Then after a moment she spoke up once more. "You don't have to make it up to me. It's kind of my fault you were hurt in the first place. If I would have stayed and helped, instead of chasing after Wesley... Sorry." Sloane looked down at her hands slightly. This would be the moment where her brother would scold her for the better part of an hour. In Sylas's eyes she never did anything right, unless it was using her Eris given powers. Then he was envious... Jealous that someone like her, who doesn't wish to have them, is better than him.

Sloane shook her head slightly, trying to shake away the thoughts. "Sorry, I got lost in my own mind." She wasn't used to having conversations of any length with anyone other than her family. Keeping a conversation alive was never her strong suit, but still she tried. "Can I ask you something? Being a child of Hypnos, are you actually tired all the time?" She laughed, hearing how dumb the question was once she asked. "Is that just a stereotype?"




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"I kind of feel like it’s the equivalent of sending red riding hood into the wolf den." Trinity wasn't wrong. Wes and Mason might have had ten conversations in the past year, if you want to consider them conversations. But he understood something the brooding son of Hades didn't, emotions. No, he didn't think Mason was void of emotions, but Wes could feel them as they are happening. He knows how people feel, if he wants to or not. And something was off with Andy. He would hate for a friendship to be put through more hardship than the two of them already have, because the girl is struggling with things she is going through. Wes could try to explain this to Mason... Although, it was unlikely he'd listen, especially to him.

"You have not being a Valis in your favour but..." Wes sighed, letting his gaze fall to his hand. He knew Trinity meant well, but sometimes, how often she thought he shouldn't do something got to him. Don't fight, don't get involved... Whatever it was. Was he that fragile? Or a ticking time bomb?

Trinity turned to face him. "Well, I'm gonna try this 'girl time' out and I will see you... Later?"

Wes nodded his head. "You'll know where to find me," he said quietly as he watched her walk away. He sat there for a good while, second guessing his decision to talk to Mason. But in the end, he decided it was something he wanted to do. There was so much crap going on at the camp, that if he could stop one fight by talking to dark and gloomy, then he would do it. Wes wasn't in a rush though, he casually strolled through the woods, passing by other campers as he made his way to Mason's cabin. As he rounded the corner, he came to a halt seeing an unfamiliar blonde on his porch. Wes's brows furrowed as he stood there like an idiot trying to decide if he should continue forward or turn around.

In the end, he pivoted on his heels and started walking in a different direction. Wes had no idea where to go, instead he just wondered aimlessly around the woods, kicking the occasional rock or stick. He eventually came upon a little opening in the trees where the wind blew softly and the sunlight illuminated the grass and dandelions. With a sigh, he sat down and laid back in the soft grass. It wasn't long that he was lying there when he felt something tickle his fingertips. It nearly made him jump out of his skin as he sat up abruptly, coming to find a rabbit that had scurried back a few feet. "Oh, uh... Sorry little guy, you scared me." Wes extended his hand back out toward the small fluff ball, letting calming emotions flow into the bunny. "Gods, when did I become the animal whisper?" He laughed to himself.




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Sylas’s brows raised as the trio of newbies turned around after he spoke. He flashed his best smile. Did he mean it? Of course not. He couldn’t careless about most of these sniveling drama queens at the camp. This trio was no different. They seemed inseparable, arriving together, wondering together. Splitting them up or turning them against one another would be a fun task, but at the moment he was more focused on the tip toeing Alex. So, instead he allowed subtle feelings of discomfort emit out from him into the three of them. Just enough.

"Oh, we just arrived here so if there was any orientation we missed it."

"No kidding," he mused, looking between them. Sylas didn't say anything else, instead his eyes squinted slightly as he studied them. He could feel their discomfort, even before he heightened it. Surprisingly it wasn't because of himself, which would have been understandable. Afterall, under his friendly layers is a sociopath. He could only imagine that someone people get a pit in their gut when around him, not that Sylas minded. But they were discomforted... By Alex. The thought nearly made him laugh, but he kept it to himself. Funny how these so called leaders of the camp become so unhinged. It's too easy.

"Well, we'll just get explore the stable a bit more. Thanks and nice meeting you Alex."

He nodded his head toward them as they left Sylas alone with Alex, who quickly walked right up to him. He wasn't intimidated. His casual stature leaning against the doorframe, didn't change in the slightest.

"Have we met?"

Sylas pointed to himself as he spoke, "Sylas Astor, I was at the party last night and also was part of Capture the Flag. I suppose I'm easy to overlook for someone as popular as you and your brother. My sister and I are both newer here... She's brunette, awkward, doesn't really talk to anyone. So, you probably missed her." He chuckled slightly.

He parted his lips to say more, but said nothing as his brows furrowed together. Sylas couldn't see the person but he could feel... emotions moving closer to them. He pushed off the doorframe, uncrossing his arms as he looked around. Then he heard it. It was quiet, a whisper but there was power behind the words. "Hit him."

Before Alex could do anything, Sylas quickly reached out and grabbed her arm by the wrist. "You aren't very subtle," he said in the direction of mischievous emotions Sylas felt coming from the shadows. He was not in the mood to be punch in the face, he was still sore from his encounter with Andy earlier. That's when the thought hit him. With his hand on Alex, keeping her from hitting him and her attention distracted, he let the tendrils of discord slowly flow from him and into her. Physical touch always made for the strongest influence and he focused these feelings toward Andy. The girl who is taking your brother away from you and turning him against you slowly. She doesn't care about you. She thinks you're a murderer. You know the truth, Andy is just using your brother to isolate you, because you killed Jennova. You hurt the man she really cares about. She doesn't care about you. She doesn't care about Ajax. You need to protect your brother.

Sylas slowly released Alex's hand, still looking around suspiciously. "Sorry, I'd rather not be punched, if you don't mind." He flashed her a sympathetic smile.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Pete Drakos

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Image As her almond-shaped hues remained on Sylas, listening to him babble about himself and a sister, another newcomer had emerged from the shadows, his words tumbling as quietly as he thought they were, into her ear. Sylas had caught them without a strain, and before she could react, Sylas reacted quickly. "Get your hand off me now." She warned him. Electricity began to climb up through her arm's veins, making their way towards the hand that had grabbed hold of her wrist. He slowly let go after his little words snagged and bewitched her already unhinged mind. Both of them had way with words. She wanted to punch Sylas, and she wanted to keep Andy from ever turning her big brother away from her.

Don't listen to them. her voice told her.

She took a wary step back from them both. Their words were poison. Listen to me. No longer was the voice going to remain dormant in the shadows of her lost self. The woman she used to be was still inside of her somewhere, screaming. You're absolutely pathetic.

"Shut up." she said, her fingers pushing up through her hair. She clenched her fingers tightly, almost like she was about to pull large clumps of hair out as she also tightly screwed up her eyes.

"Useless. Weak."

"Stop.." She stepped back again, knowing that she probably looked crazy as hell to both Sylas and Pete by now. If she opened her eyes, they'd no doubt be staring at her or looking toward each other to confirm she was crazy, and maybe even a chorus of laughter. The voice was definitely laughing at her. Maybe they all laughed behind her back.

The Gods should kill you. Put you out of your misery. It would do everyone a favor.

"I SAID. SHUT. UP!" she yelled. Her eyes snapped open. They were glowing a hot white as she tightened her arms and fists with heavy breaths.






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Ajax smirked at Duke's words and gave a little shrug. "Nope." he smiled, ready for what Duke had quickly planned for him, which happened to be a ball of flames. He could have dodged it, but instead, he blasted a translucent blueish toned shield wall in front of him. It bent over him at his head and feet like a curved war shield. Ajax grinned. "Nice" he motioned his head to the pads near to his brother.

Duke grabbed them. "Happy to play therapist if you need," he said as he moved his hand in to meet Ajax's punches.

Ajax didn't like how he always unloaded all his crap onto Duke. "And you know I'm happy to do the same for you, right? you play therapist enough for me." he strains the last couple of words as he throws a couple of more punches to the pads, not even breaking into a sweat just yet.

"How are you and Andy doing?"

At the mention of Andy, Mason popped into his head, causing his fists to hit the pads a little harder than he intended. "Sorry." he held his hand out to steady Duke, making sure he didn't lose his balance too much. "We're...." he sighed, but shook off the anger and carried on to jab the pads while they talked. "I don't know. Since Jenn's death, Andy naturally took her friend's side as I would with yours, so... I don't blame her for wanting to stay away from me at this point. I haven't spoken to her since I snapped at her. My pride just, you know? maybe I should try and grab her when she's not around Prince Evil. I can... I don't know... say I'm sorry? but then again... that's just words. How can I show her?" His pride just wouldn't let him admit he was wrong half the time. He hated seeming weak in front of those he was supposed to be a leader to. Not many understood his complicated ways, but Alex, Trinity, and Duke did. Even Andy did most the time, when Mason wasn't around her, filling her head with garbage. Mason was sure doing his damn best to make Andy turn on her own boyfriend. But as smart as she has always been, Ajax hoped that she would have a mind of her own and not let it be influenced by the thoughts and feelings of others. He had been such a jerk to her, but turning on his sister when she didn't have the full story, was what annoyed him. Everyone began to quickly judge Alex without realizing WHY she did it. I guess it was easier to point fingers at her since she wasn't as tough-skinned, but that didn't make Alex weak. It made her a loving, caring person.

When Duke failed to grabble him, Ajax smiled. "Almost." he winked and laughed.

"What about Alex then? I know you worry about her safety, but....what are your thoughts on the whole Jennova thing?"

Ajax let out a sigh this time. He wasn't annoyed that Duke had brought it up, just... conflicted with the way he felt about the entire situation. "Well... obviously I didn't want her to murder someone else because that's not who she is. She was pushed too far. I understand Mason's anger and need for revenge, I mean... I'd be the same way if it were Alex who--" he quickly shook away the anxiety that crept through him about his little sister being dead and cold in the Earth. "But, I love Al. I can't turn my back on her. Even if she slaughtered the entire camp, I don't think I'd be able to cut my ties with her. I know it would be my responsibility to stop her if things started to get that bad, but... what if I can't? does that make me a selfish bad person?"

Just as he was about to address more about the issue, he turned his head and looked to the sky. "Duke," he motioned his head toward the direction he was looking. Settled above the stables were darkening clouds that rolled around in a steady cyclone motion, getting darker and darker by the second. It couldn't have been anyone else other than his sister since they didn't have the powers to manipulate the weather. The pit of his stomach began to churn, and with one tap on his brother's arm, Ajax headed towards the brewing storm that now had charges of lightning sparking out like tentacles. He broke out into a run.

Image His sister's eyes were glowing white. He had never seen her in this state before, and honestly, it scared him. How much had these two jerks pushed her to erupt like this? "Al...it's me... your brother." he held his hand out as he slowly walked toward her, side glancing at the two idiots who were dumb enough to stick around at this point, but then again, if they had possibly moved it might have set Alex to attack them, thinking they were moving to harm her. No sudden movements are what she needed. "Al... look at me." she took her attention off Pete and Sylas, her white eyes now on her brother. "Just pay attention to my voice, okay?.... take in steady, calm breathes... breathe with me." as he carried on to slowly make his way toward her, he ignored the onlookers and showed her how to calm herself. Luckily, she was following him for once. "Good, you can do this. Keep going. Picture somewhere quiet where you're alone. Allow it to fill you." he looked up, and steadily took hold of her shoulders as the storm began to swirl back up into the clouds, turning shades of darkened grey, to white clouds and blue sky. Her eyes were no longer white. "You back with us?" he smiled, followed by a nervous chuckle.

She quickly hugged him, holding herself tightly to his torso as she cried into it. Feeling ashamed and embarrassed. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her protectively as he looked toward the two guys. "You two. Head to the main hall. Now." he ordered, his voice so deep it rumbled before tightening his jaw."And don't even think about detouring, or not heading there, because I will find you."




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Iliana allowed Heath to lead her towards the exit when she noticed out of the corner of her eye someone approach them and casually walk past them. She heard him whisper words to her and she felt the compulsion behind them and in her fragile mental state, she had no will power to stop them from affecting her.

Like a bolt of lightning, she suddenly took off running at top speed and hardly registered Heath's shout as he called out her name. It was just her need to get away from Alex's anger that cause her to take off immediately, plus the power behind the words. She had sprinted right pass two other young men who had been dueling.

Iliana had no idea where she was going, only that she had to get away from the stables as quickly as possible. She didn't even realize that Heath nor Ethan had followed her, which had been due to what was currently happening with Alex.

Even though Iliana was a faster runner then Heath and Ethan, she didn't have the endurance they had so it wasn't long before she ran out of breath. As she tried catching her breath she saw she was in a forested area and saw someone in front of her, bent down. Normally Iliana would have been terrified of meeting a complete stranger, but before she could walk away, she had caught his calming emotions. Still she was too shy to do anything else. Luckily for her, she still had her pen and notebook.

~Now what do I do?~ She wondered to herself.




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Heath had instantly saw another person show up and start walking pass them. What happened next shocked Heath that it took him a few seconds to register it. One minute Iliana was right next to him and Ethan, the next second she took off like a gazelle.

"ILIANA!" He hollered, too stunned to do anything.

He would have took off after her, but Ethan grabbed his arm, restraining him.

"Heath! Keep calm and think, you know as well as I do that she's a faster runner then us. Let's not rush off with no direction okay? Remember we have tracking stone that Demeter gave us? Let's go get that from the cabins." Ethan replied.

Heath nodded, but his mind was still racing as to what caused Iliana to bolt in the first place. He always had to figure things out and find a logical explanation to things. He could tell that before his adopted sister took off she was starting to calm down, so what was that happened. It was then he recalled that someone had passed by them. He had looked young like the rest of them and so that meant he was a demigod. Did he have something to do with Iliana taking off? Turning, he looked at the person, who was now next to Alex and the other dark hair young man. It was at that moment he heard Alex to tell one of the guys to let go of her.

Things quickly went downhill from there as both Ethan and Heath felt Alex's power growing and they could hear thunder outside. Ethan groaned. What a way to find out who's daughter Alex was. Only a child of Zeus to affect the weather that way. Even with Iliana's abilities to control the wind, rain, and earth, she couldn't control thunder and lightning. Both young men started backing away. Ethan never wanted to use his serenity inducement so badly, but he couldn't because Alex's emotions were well beyond capabilities and he had just used a bunch on Iliana too.

Both Heath and Ethan turned when another person showed up and approached Alex calmly. Both guys let out a sigh of relief when the fella calmed down Alex and hugged her. Both heard him mention he was Alex's brother. He also turned his attention to the other two guys in the stable. Alex's brother was furious, and it appeared he believed those two were responsible for Alex's outburst. He commanded them to go to the main hall. Ethan moved to Heath's side and whispered in his ear.

"What do you think we should do now?"

Heath thought for a minute. He wanted to find his sister badly, but they couldn't just leave without drawing notice. Plus, Heath didn't want Zeus's son to think they had anything to do with what just happened. Better to address the situation.

Turning to Ethan, he replied, "Let me handle this."

Slowly coming into the view of the others, Heath bows in respect to Zeus's son.

"Forgive the intrusion, but my friend Ethan and I were just about to leave to go find my adopted sister, Iliana. She had taken off suddenly. Miss Alex, I do hope you feel better soon. Again, sorry for the interruption."

With that, both he and Ethan left the stables and started heading back to the cabins.

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Pete saw it only for an instant, the moment moment between Sylas grabbing Alex and then letting her go with a smile. A hint of suspicion and a power unable to be hidden. Pete would have missed it, if he hadn’t spent his entire life watching Eve do the same thing with her countless victims. He looked to Alex.

Lightning climbed her arms, reminding Pete of the London Underground map, with all the tracks weaving in and about. Daughter of Zeus, of all the people at camp, she was the worst person to choose. Pete had assumed she was just someone who needed a push into anger, but this had far more to do with desperation.

“Shut up.” She clutched at her hair and her eyes clenched close, it made her look younger like a child desperate to block out mean taunts in the playground. Thunder roared through Pete's ears, so loud and hollow it felt as if it shook the earth. Then with a yell, her eyes, a searing white, snapped open. She was breathing heavy as if she’d just run a marathon and Pete felt her power, the electricity, fill up the entire stable. She was angry and out of control, but Pete was transfixed by her raw and honest display.

Of course, her meathead brother had to burst in a ruin the moment. He calmed her down with soothing words until she collapsed into the folds of his arms, a docile fawn again.

Pete didn’t understand, that wasn’t some minor temper tantrum. Whatever that was, it was clear that the pain Alex carried around demanded to be felt. She didn’t need coddling, or to hide those feelings, let her burn the entire stables to the ground if that’s what she needed to do. Her brother did her no favours, he strode in and clipped her wings mid-flight. “You two. Head to the main hall. Now. And don't even think about detouring, or not heading there, because I will find you." Ajax's voice was angry and thundered, a faint echo of the real thunder Alex had summoned, and Pete felt is complication-free summer slipping from his grasp.

Before responding he watched the two from earlier step up to Ajax. Just announcing they were leaving like the whole world needed to know, he watched them go and made a mental note that the one with Fabio hair appeared to be a massive wanker. Miss Alex.

Then it was his turn to respond. He could lie. Spin a tale of innocence, influence some thoughts and walk away from this without a blemish. That’s what Pete would have done in the past, and it’s what Eve would do. And it was probably what Sylas was going to do. One simple manipulation and he’d be back to a solitary, simple summer.

Instead, he caught a glance at Alex’s face, matted with tears and he felt a twinge of remorse. Enough to remind him that he was trying to be better. He stepped forward. “I didn’t mean for all that.” He said the words to Alex, before looking at her protector with wry smile. “Not that it’s worth much from the mouth of a Hera descendant, I suppose?”

With that Pete stepped back away towards the back of the stables and his dark corner. He looked at Ajax with all the contempt he felt. “I don’t take orders from you. But come find me if your feeling bored.” He took three more steps before he let the shadows envelop him and spit him out somewhere new.

He ended up somewhere near the training grounds, and nowhere near main hall.


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"A crooked nose might have improved your face a little. No offense," Emery said causing Andy laugh softly, while shrugging her shoulders. There are much worse things that having a bent nose. "You're really pretty. My grandma would have said a bit of difference, a once-broken nose maybe, would have added some character to your face. But I'm glad you look again."

Andy smiled sheepishly at the comment about her being pretty. It wasn't something she heard often, not even from Ajax. Compliments were always a foreign concept to her. But she appreciated it, nonetheless. "I think I would have liked your grandmother. Was she a big role model in your life?" Andy never met her grandparents. Presumably, they passed before she was born. Her father never talked about them much and since they bounced from one base to another frequently, it wasn't like she would of had to the opportunity to meet them if they were still alive. Her life was always absent a female role model of any sort, so whenever someone mentioned their own mothers, aunts or grandmothers, it piqued her curiosity.

"Me?" Emery asked.

"No, the guy standing behind you," Andy teased, pointing to the tree line behind Emery.

"I was on forward duty, moving towards the flag. Unfortunately, you know, I didn't really manage to move too far." Andy nodded her head, her gaze fixed on the sight beyond the cliff. Capture the Flag was definitely one of the exercises where some would flourish and others would be lost wondering around aimlessly until the final horn blew. She, herself, was only in the game for her brief encounter with Sylas before the drama of... everything pulled her away from it. She shook her head trying to shake off the thoughts. Andy needed a moment, this moment, to... breathe and not think about it.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. I mean, I don't know what you did, but I didn't quite manage to play my part either, which was pretty disappointing, to be honest." Andy nearly laughed at the comment about what part she played in the game. She didn't. She did what she does nearly every day... Keep Mason and Ajax from killing each other. Or better yet, protecting Alex who doesn't deserve it, so that Mason and Ajax didn't kill each other. "I'd hoped to be able to at least see some action. I'm definitely going to work harder on our next training activity."

"If you're ever wanting to train, I'd be happy to train with you. I'm sure Trinity would love to join as well." Andy glanced over her shoulder at Emery and smiled slightly. "I wouldn't worry too much about the exercises, honestly. We all learn more from training and sparring with each other anyway." A sad smile crossed her lips as she looked down at her hands. "If my brother was..." Her voice trailed off momentarily. "I'd warn you not to train with him. He has a tendency to make shit hit the fan. If I remember correctly, one time he conjured Leatherface or Jason... I don't know, one of those horror film baddies to chase after Trinity." She laughed softly. "He was a troublemaker... But like the good kind."

Then there was a comfortable silence. Gods, Andy forgot what that was like. For there to be a content calm, no arguing, death threats or apologies. She was so tired of the apologies. There comes a point where someone saying sorry so many times that it just, loses its meaning and Andy was tired of hearing it. But here, it felt like camp... Before everything. It was nice.

"How are you dealing with all the drama? Seems like you could use a break."

Andy let out a deep before laying back on the ground beside Emery. "That's the understatement of the year." Surprising, to herself, she was able to laugh about it, not a fake one but a real genuine laugh. "It's exhausting... It's like being a referee for lions." The sky began to rumble over head, a storm growing out of no where on a sunny day. Andy knew what it was and for the first time, she was in the presence of someone she didn't have to hide her true feelings around. She let out an audible groan and rolled her eyes. Such a small gesture but it felt like being able to breathe. She's never been able to just, get pissy about the whole situation without retaliation. "Looks like someone set her off."




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Ji-Hyun froze halfway across his room, pivoting on his heels to turn and look at Sloane. "There's no need to be sorry, Sloane. Things happen. Besides, Wes came well prepared." He then continued on his path and grabs two sodas for them. "My friends know I don't mind when things go wrong. Things just happen. Sometimes... Sometimes things are shit. What are you gonna do about it? Just keep moving around it."

True enough, but was she his friend? Sloane hardly thought spending part of a day could change people from strangers to friends. But she was not the expert when it came to what counted as friendship. Her life has been absent of that comfort for as long as she can remember. She stood there patiently, watching as Ji-Hyun moved around two chairs for them. He motioned toward one for her, before he took his own seat. Sloane glanced to the door slightly. She could leave. Had she overstayed her welcome? But the thought of leaving and being faced with her brother, or worse, explaining to him where she's been, she decided to stay.

Sloane made her way across the room, taking the seat beside him. She took the offered can from Ji-hyun and cracked it open. "To Sloane, the only medic to ever apologize to me."

She chuckled softly and raised her can to meet his, then took a sip. Sloane laughed again at his sarcastic comment about her already asking a question, before he answered. "Is that what people are saying about me?"

Sloane paused with the can pressed to her lips and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know what anyone says. I'm not really the most approachable person at camp," she admitted. Not that she overly minded that fact. She avoided people for a reason and that reason was Sylas.

"I'll have you know, Sloane, that I can in fact operate on very little sleep if I wanted. I could sleep for an hour each day and still be able to run circles around you. The difference is that I choose not to, because I have better things to exert energy on. Like right now." He motioned around in a general nature before continuing. "I'm sitting in a comfortable cabin with a friend and cold drink on a warm day. Alaric would have me out there fencing or learning how to take a tiger down with a nail file or whatever. It's obvious which is better."

Friend? Well that answered that question. Sloane smiled slightly as she ran her fingertip along the edge of the can. "You have a point... Some people here aren't what their parents have painted them to be." She raised the soda to her lips. "And some are," she concluded before taking a drink. Her gaze drifted to his window, where she happened to see a few campers passing by and what looked like a storm that grew in the sky. Her brows furrowed slightly. Something in her gut said that those clouds had something to do with her brother. But she refused to trouble herself with his own chaos.

"For what it's worth," she added, filling the silence that had grown. "I don't think I fall under what would be assumed for an Eris child." Sloane adjusted how she sat in the chair, tucking her right leg underneath her as she got more comfortable. "I mean... I have the abilities, and I'm actually better at them than my brother," she said in a hushed tone, almost as if she were afraid he could hear her if she spoke too loud. "But I don't find much pleasure in using them."




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Slowly the rabbit moved its way from sniffing his fingertips, to allowing him to gently pet its ears. "See, that's not so bad is it?" Wes had never been much of a nature person. He had never been camping or canoeing and even if he could swim before his accident, well that was shot. But it seems that over his time at camp, he had at least gotten somewhat decent with animals. It was a subtle way for him to make sure his abilities didn't get rusty because he never liked using them on another person. But animals didn't come with the baggage that half of the people at camp had. So, much drama and tension. It was only a matter of time before someone overstepped and everyone was at each other’s throats. What was expected putting a bunch of superpowered teenagers together? They already cause enough trouble in High School, abilities only make it worse. But animals were simple. Once they were calm, they all wanted the same thing, comfort and companionship.

Wes had zoned out petting the fluffy little thing as his mind wondered, only to be brought back when the rabbit leapt into his lap. "What the—" He caught the little guy in his arm, slowly calming it as he looked around. It was until he glanced back over his shoulder that he noticed they were no longer alone. A blonde girl, young in comparison to the other campers by the looks of her. She was trying to catch her breath, and definitely looked like she was expecting to run into anyone.

He didn't want to frighten her. Wes could feel how shaken up she was and he wasn't going to press it, nor force her to be calm. He gently let the rabbit settle itself into his lap before he raised his hand in a surrendering manner. "Don't worry, you're safe." He gestured to the absence of people around him. "It's just me and uh..." Wes looked down at the rabbit. He had no idea if it was a male or female, nor did he have any intentions of hiking up its leg and checking. "Frank. Frank is a good name. Do you like that name?" He asked the rabbit, who was already half asleep in his lap. "And honestly, I think he's more dangerous than I am."

Wes smiled warmly and lowered his hand back to pet Frank's head. At a place like this, anyone could be a threat, but he found it hard to believe if anyone saw a one armed son of Aphrodite as anything but comical. "You can join us if you want... There's plenty of soft grass, so you don't have to sit anywhere near the weirdo with one arm talking to a bunny." He laughed to himself. Wes new Trinity would find this funny if she saw him like this. "I'm Wes... Son of Aphrodite." Because people at camp seem to care about that sort of thing. "And about as useful in combat as chopsticks."

With that he smiled at her welcomingly. "Oh yeah," he added, scooping up Frank in his arm. The ball of white fluff resting its head into Wes's hand, ears twitching at the sounds of birds above and leaves rustling. "And this is Frank. We became best friends like 5 minutes ago." He chuckled as he placed Frank back down in his lap gently.




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"Get your hand off me now."

Sylas released her arm, holding up his hands in a surrendering manner as he took a step back. He made a sideways glance toward the new guy, raising his brows slightly. Damn this chick had a taste for the dramatics. Regardless of whatever things he implanted in her mind, he simply stopped her from punching him and she got her panties in a bunch. He had to repress the urge to roll her eyes at her anger. "I don't ask for permission when it comes to self defense. You'll be fine."

Of course, she wasn't. Like the flip of a coin, she started freaking out like a person in utter denial, or maybe someone losing what remained of her sanity. Sylas leaned back out the door slightly, to look up at the sky, seeing it change in an instant overhead. But he didn't back down, he stood there and watched as the chaos consumed her. It took everything in him to not smile at the downward she displayed before him. Sylas didn't think it would be so easy... So, simple. He usually took his time building people up, chipping away at their insecurities. Alex must have been tip toeing on the edge of instability for some time now, for one simple influence to push her over. He saw it now, plain as day, Alex was his key to the destruction of this camp. And the one person who would be more than happy to assist him, was the one person who wanted her dead.

Alex's eyes started to glow white as the rage boiled over in her. Sylas looked over at the stranger, quirking a brow. Was this a game of chicken now? They both caused this. Admittedly, more Sylas than him. Now it was a test of bravery to see who would out last the other before running for shelter. He was curious how long the other guy would last, but he had no plan to move. He wanted to witness this all first hand.

But then... Captain Camp showed up to calm Alex down. Sylas's interest quickly diminished. He turned on his heels and started to leave when he heard Ajax's annoying voice order him. "You two. Head to the main hall. Now. And don't even think about detouring, or not heading there, because I will find you."

Sylas couldn't hold it back this time, he let out a laugh as he slid his hands into his pockets. "No." Simple, concise and to the point.

“I didn’t mean for all that.” Really? Because Sylas did. Unfortunate how people don't have the balls to back up their actions. If you're going to act so open... Stupidly, then fucking back it up. Don't tuck your tail between your legs and back pedal. Sylas wasn't caught, yet. So, anonymity was his friend. “Not that it’s worth much from the mouth of a Hera descendant, I suppose?” And the dots connect. Hera was known for her taste for chaos almost as much as his own mother. This was a gentleman he would like to get acquainted with, at a later date. “I don’t take orders from you. But come find me if you’re feeling bored.”

"Everyone else at camp might worship the ground you walk on, but you're not my superior. You are a camper here. Just like the rest of us." He took a step toward the door, pivoting around so he was walking backwards but still facing Ajax. "I'm not going to get scolded at like a puppy because I stopped your unstable sister from punching me. If you want me, come find me. But, it looks like you have your hands full anyway," he added while motioning toward the pair.

And before Ajax could argue otherwise, they both were gone. The son of Hera disappeared into the shadows, while Sylas confidently strolled down the path towards the woods, not even wasting the energy to look back. He had better places to be. Before he knew it, he found himself heading towards the cabins, one in particular, home to someone of a like mind. It was only a matter of time before he rounded one path, finding himself faced with a curious sight of Mason's lips pressed to a saucy blonde he had yet to set eyes upon. Far be it for Sylas to intervene. Instead he opted to lean his right shoulder against a nearby tree. It wasn't long that he raised a brow to approaching footsteps. He sighed, trying not to roll his eyes at the sight of the two men from the trio of newly arrived campers. Gods, did that group ever know how to sever the umbilical cord?

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Eve watched as Mason fought against her magic, clenching his jaw and trying to keep his thoughts hidden. She smirked with some satisfaction, he clearly had some willpower which would make him far more entertaining. She never really found enjoyment in pushing around people who were too eager to bend to her magic.

But alas, he succumbed, letting all the truth of his thoughts flow out. “I think she’s doomed.” They locked eyes, and she raised her eyebrows, Eve was fishing more for hidden feelings of jealousy and inadequacy. But she’d listen to whatever he had to say. "I think they're gonna stay in their toxic relationship until the end of time. She'll never give him up and neither will he. Sometimes I think I could treat her better, that she shouldn't have given herself to him. I can't have her though because I'm not going to be good for her either.”

Eve turned her head back to path and thought over what he’d revealed. He hadn’t said he loved her, and when she looked up at him through he lashes she realised he was not the type to carry around a deep-seeded love someone who didn’t love him back.

She turned her back on him to hide her smirk, a doomed toxic relationship sounded like a situation ripe for manipulating. Eve hadn’t actually laid eyes on Andy yet, but she looking forward to having a little chat with the girl at the centre of it all.

“And I think your love radar is way off base." Eve spun back around to face Mason with wide innocent eyes. She was just considering what route to take with her response when Mason stepped into her. “Forgive me Princess.” His arm slid around her waist pulling her to him with little effort, and then his lips were on hers.

Mason had somehow managed to startle her and catch her completely off guard. Which was something she despised. The cigarette in her hand fell to the ground and she stood there in his arms confused how this situation even came about. Sure, she was no stranger to kissing, but usually she was the one controlling it, she knew how to be irresistible, and could influence the actions of others into giving her a kiss. But she hadn’t done any of that, and so she couldn’t understand Mason’s actions which only frustrated her.

Determined to wrestle back control and come out on top, she rose to her tippy toes and kissed him back, winding a hand up his neck to thread through his hair. Then she used her magic. This is the best kiss you’ve ever had. Their close proximity and physical contact, would make the thought hard to ignore.

Moving her hand back to his chest, she pushed them apart, looking down the path where the oncoming traffic had turned tail and were walking around the cabin. She looked back at Mason, her hand still resting on his chest. She briefly wondered if her ruse was done it, did a kiss from an Aphrodite descendant feel different?

She stepped away from him and ground the cigarette she’d dropped into the ground with the heel of her boot, extinguishing it. “Looks like the peanut gallery is gone. What a shame.” Growing tired of the fragile girl persona she looked up at him with a smirk. “The blonde one was gorgeous, we could have asked him to join us.”

Eve moved to walk away, before looking back at him over her shoulder. “Oh and forgive me if my love radar is screwy, it might be because I’m not related to Aphrodite. I believe you call my mother Hera?” She laughed before trotting off down the path, determined to end their conversation having surprised him. Passing a guy lounging against a tree watching them she pointed over her should to Mason, talking loud enough that he could still hear her. “He’s all yours. But be warned he’s a sloppy kisser.”

Eve wandered off, and it didn’t take her long to find her next source of entertainment. There walking toward the main hall was her brother, only two steps ahead of Trinity. She grinned, it was like the world wanted her to have fun today.



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Pete found his way to the archery training yard, where there were two blondes practicing their skills. He didn’t watch them long to realise they were far too preppy for his tastes. So from there he followed the path. Considering he’d spent all morning reading in the stables he hardly knew his way around, and while he had no wish to run into Alex’s brother, he was in need of food.

Apparently the blonde girl who had been firing arrows at flying discs had the same idea as she appeared on the same path a couple steps behind him.

Then his sister whooshed in with all her blonde hair and complication. “Petey! I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Eve linked her arm through his and gave him a bubbly grin. He frowned, knowing whatever was coming next, he wasn’t going to like it. His sister didn’t so bubbly, or cuddly. “I met someone. This guy named Wesley, he’s the son of Aphrodite, and he was is sooo adorable.” She was gushing loudly like some school girl and Pete looked around at the few people nearby, Eve was speaking to him but these words were clearly meant for someone else to hear. The blonde behind him? The group wandering past in the direction of the training yard? This wasn’t his sister, the two of them didn’t gossip about cute boys. She was acting, manipulating someone, he just didn’t know who or why.

What he did know was that she was clearly up to no good and he shot his sister a dark look. “Eve.” She would definitely go too far if he didn’t stop her.

She laughed and batted his shoulder, too caught up in her giggly act to pay any notice to his warning. Eve did always commit to the role. “I know, I know. But Pete, he asked me out.” She nibbled on her finger nail acting shy. “Well, he didn’t exactly ask me out, he asked me to drop by his cabin tonight. I said no, because I’m not that type of girl but he’s just too fricking cute!”

Pete shook his head and pulled his arm out of her grip. Whatever game she was playing he wanted nothing to do with it.


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Image "Forgive the intrusion, but my friend Ethan and I were just about to leave to go find my adopted sister, Iliana. She had taken off suddenly. Miss Alex, I do hope you feel better soon. Again, sorry for the interruption."

Alex didn't respond. Instead, she kept her arms wrapped around her brother who held her with his arm, her eyes watching as Ajax nodded once as a thank you before both of the guys headed off toward the cabins. They definitely didn't look like the sort to stir up something for nothing, or just to get a kick out of others reactions. Ajax understood their urgency to seek out their sister, and he wasn't about to hold them back from it, just to interrogate them further.

Being bowed to was a shock, but the other two's reaction to Ajax's authority wasn't.

“I didn’t mean for all that. Not that it’s worth much from the mouth of a Hera descendant, I suppose? I don’t take orders from you. But come find me if your feeling bored.” Ajax glared at Pete, and then looked at Sylas.

Sylas laughed. "No. Everyone else at camp might worship the ground you walk on, but you're not my superior. You are a camper here. Just like the rest of us." Oh how wrong he was. Ajax was more than just some leader/superior. He was heir to the throne of Mount Olympus. Ajax watched as he took a step toward the door, pivoting around so he was walking backward but still facing Ajax. "I'm not going to get scolded at like a puppy because I stopped your unstable sister from punching me. Ajax had to keep himself calm, hoping that Sylas wouldn't cross the line any more than that. Calling her unstable wasn't right, but any other words that came sprouting out of his mouth would, definitely, cross the line. "If you want me, come find me. But, it looks like you have your hands full anyway," There was no chance in hell that Ajax was going to run after him. He wasn't worth it. He'd allow the child to have his little staged limelight. For now.

They were both gone in no time. The son of Hera disappeared into the shadows, while Sylas confidently strolled down the path towards the woods.

Ajax rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw firmly as he shook his head. Both of them no doubt peacocking around the camp.

"Shall we get something to eat and drink? we haven't hung out together much, and I need to talk to you." They could have just spoken there, but it looked like Alex hadn't been eating much, or sleeping as much since her complexion was looking a lot paler than her Greek rooted tone. She had forgotten to take care of herself as she slipped into more and more depression. This entire situation with him neglecting her and leaving her on her own was a bad idea. He never should have allowed her to be by herself when he knew what happened with their mother.





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Image Alex silently nods before she follows him towards the hall.

She didn't have much of an appetite these days, but getting time with her brother... she needed it. The hall was lined with tables and chairs, a small reminder of a high school canteen. Only this time, the food was actually decent with no angry lunch lady glaring from behind the counter, making sure everyone enjoyed every mouthful of her food.

Alex took a seat after her brother did, and rested both her arms on the table. "So what did you want to talk about?" She frowned softly as her eyes remained on him.

Ajax glanced briefly across the hall towards the door before looking back to his sister. "About, mom."

Alex closed her eyes for a second or two before she sighed, and reopened them. "Do we really have to? I mean... fine... what about her?"

Mentioning her brought back painful memories for both of them, but Ajax needed to get to the bottom of what happened. Surely then the entire camp would cease from the drama it caused with not only Mason, but others that took his side to defend him. "Tell me exactly what you remember that night, and... how you found out the truth."

Alex took a deep breath and exhaled gently before she began to tell him all that she could remember...

It was during last year at camp, and during the holidays, Demi-gods and Demi-goddesses could choose if they wanted to remain at camp or spend some time with their family before returning for their new term of training. Camp Athens wasn't all training, though, there were always events and plenty of activities on the grounds such as... canoeing, hiking, swimming in the large lake that connected to a cascading waterfall, horse riding, training grounds, art room and so much more to fulfill everyone's needs.

Alex had decided to head back home with her brother, but it wasn't for long. A short-lived trip that had turned into a life-long nightmare.

With Ajax back in his old familiar room, and with Alex in hers, he decided to head out to check the old neighborhood. A culdesac in Nova Scotia; Canada. His old friends had long gone from the area without a single letter or text, so he cut all ties with them and paid attention to the only friend he knew and trusted. Duke.

Back at the house, Mrs. Parkingston, the neighbor who lived across the street with her husband and cat, stood in the window after flashing lights of blue and red filled her lounge. She peered past the cream curtains, straining her old eyes to see. An ambulance, along with two police cars had parked outside of the Valis residence.

Ajax remembered he had sprinted towards the house when he saw the paramedics wheeling out a body. The sheets covered in blood. His heart sank. "MOM? ALEX?" he shouted for them, hoping the body had been an intruder who had broken into their home, leaving the asshole to deal with his mother and sister. Inside, he only found Alex being handcuffed with tears running down her face.

"AJ!" she yelled to him as the police took her away.

"No. Let her go... you have this all wrong. My sister isn't a killer. Al, don't say anything. I'll bring you a lawyer."

Snapping back to the present. Alex sighed. "Before we left camp, I had found it sitting in my room. It definitely wasn't mine, or... I don't remember it. It was pretty, so I wore it. I can't remember killing our mother, but the memory of everything came back to me in small doses after the bracelet was removed from me. They wanted it for evidence as it was covered in blood." She took it out of her pocket and placed it gently into her brother's hand. This time there was no traces of blood.

he studied it carefully. "So it was cursed?"

Alex nodded. "Must have been. Maybe we can ask Evelyn or Daniel and see if they can find any traces of magic left on it?"

He nodded. "Good idea, but first, I need to call a meeting. Finish your food while I go and announce it." He leaned over the table, and kissed the top of her head before he headed outside and towards the staff's cabin.

The speakers came to life in no time. "All camp members, new and old... please head to the hall for a meeting." With that short announcement, Ajax headed back to the hall to Alex, and waited for the arrival of the others.

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“Oh, you'll be going full wolf for me. Liked or not, Mr. Smith... If I do half as good, you can make me breakfast in bed.”

Theo raised his eyebrows at Trinity. She had never really let loose around him like this before. He genuinely could not stop smiling at her. He knew he needed to bring out his wittiest response. He leaned towards her, speaking quietly but confidently, "Do your worst. Just know that the only way I'm making you breakfast in bed is if I woke up in that bed with you that morning." Of course there was mostly sarcasm behind the statement. Theo had more respect for Trinity than to treat her like a booty call; however, he wouldn't complain if she ever decided to stay a night in his cabin.

Theo relaxed his stance as he watched her tackle the flying targets. She was fine with a bow and arrow. Taking down all of those targets was no easy task. Still, Theo had to crack a big grin and let out a laugh when she threw the knife through the final target. Trinity was the definition of a badass to him, and he found it so attractive.

Theo was sad as Trinity joked with him about leaving, but they had been away from everyone else for a while. He wanted to hang back for a bit and collect his thoughts. He thanked her politely for offering to get him food, and let her go on her way. Theo stared at the targets in front of him very hard. This was his place, and he knew that. He just wondered if there was more. Where else could he use his skills? What else did he have to learn? Theo knew he was far from a finished product, and he knew that he needed to get stronger and better for the whatever storm was coming. There was an uneasiness in the air around camp, and Theo's sense for danger had been going off since he had gotten back, not that that was a new feeling around camp.

The booming voice of Ajax over the PA system snapped him out of his musings, "All camp members, new and old... please head to the hall for a meeting."

With no idea what to expect, Theo hit the path back towards the hall at the center of camp. As he walked, he picked up on a conversation happening pretty far ahead of him.

“I met someone. This guy named Wesley, he’s the son of Aphrodite, and he was is sooo adorable... I know, I know. But Pete, he asked me out. Well, he didn’t exactly ask me out, he asked me to drop by his cabin tonight. I said no, because I’m not that type of girl but he’s just too fricking cute!”

Theo was definitely interested in hearing the rest of that conversation, but he couldn't place the voice. He hung back just listening until he heard that group of people get to the hall, where he arrived shortly after. Walking into the hall, Theo looked around for Emery. She wasn't there yet, so he took a seat at the edge of a table with no one around him, ready to flag down his sister when she arrived.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos

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A sad reality ahead of her was that loud people existed. Not the guy, but the girl. “Petey! I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Er, god Her luck. “I met someone. This guy named Wesley, he’s the son of Aphrodite, and he was is sooo adorable.”

Trinity narrowed her eyes doing her best not to jump to conclusions. Aphrodite's kids were supposed to be adorable, it was a wide known fact. It just meant she laid eyes on him, Wes was himself and this girl's swooning about a good looking guy being nice to her.

“I know, I know. But Pete, he asked me out. Well, he didn’t exactly ask me out, he asked me to drop by his cabin tonight. I said no, because I’m not that type of girl but he’s just too fricking cute!”

What!? Trinity scoffed. Did he value his life? Did this bimbo value hers? She was terribly confused by the lack of sense in camp. Trinity was frustrated at the news, somehow doubting the invite was to play chess. The second emotion stirring was disappointment. She'd have a lot more respect for Wes and his new toy if he hadn't proposed a date and confessed earlier he wanted to play the field.

Trinity opened her mouth to speak but Ajax's voice came over the speakers of camp. "All camp members, new and old... please head to the hall for a meeting."

Another idea struck her. Thank you, Ajax. Time to announce her presence before she heard another damn nauseating word. She summoned a blade in hand, tightened her ponytail and quickened her steps to walk around the pair, but ended up knocking the blonde with her elbow and dropping her blade before her shoe. “Oh my god, I’m sorry.” Trinity swooped down and grabbed her blade and stood in front of the pair. “Can you imagine if it actually impaled your foot. You’d probably want to kill me…and fail. She set her eyes on the female.

Her eyes flickered to the male. He was easier to look at: less punch their face, shove it in the ground until it suffocates on the earth vibes. “Pete right? Hey, I'm Trinity. Sorry, I just couldn't help but overhear everything.” Again, directed towards/about the blonde, although this time she kept her eyes on Pete. Not that obnoxious girls such as her cared. Trinity did go to high school and some things never changed. "I'm going to 'accidentally, tell the whole world." Yeah, fucking right.

“Anyway, I'll see you at the hall. And you take care of your friend now, don't want her sleeping with any riff raff and pissing off the wrong people.” Trinity did her best angelic smile, whereas blatantly, the translation stood as keep that bitch on a leash.

Trinity hurried off to the hall then. She had no intention of joining them for company, besides she was fairly certain she had proven to be unpleasant company herself. Once inside she took a seat and sighed waiting for whatever announcement had to be made in this meeting. She paid a glance around the hall and saw Theo had made his way in and smiled a little, but their eyes never connected, him on the lookout for someone else. Long as Wes didn't sit with her, she should have been fine. She wanted more demigods to file in and surround her so she was inaccessible or Ajax to start his mind-blowing, freeze where you are speech.



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"That, I know. Look, you and staff know him as Keith but his name's Daniel. There was a war and no one had seen him since. And from what I heard, he wasn't in a condition to walk off or teleport anywhere."

So he wiped himself off the grid or something awful happened to him. Something profoundly terrible. Duke nodded and Evelyn could breathe a little easier knowing he was out to get the missing ingredient.

Upon return, Evelyn was in a struggle to find conversation with Keith. Her mind raced with hundreds of thoughts including his name. He introduced himself as Keith, but experienced campers called him Daniel so what did she address him as? Perhaps it was a preference of associates. She'd stay in her lane in this instance then.

"Do you want to play anything? Cluedo, aahh monopoly, 21, Yahtzee, Operation?"

Initially it struck her as immature and shocked her, but she quickly found it endearing. “What?” Evelyn laughed lightly. “You wanna play games?” Nothing else sounded like Cluedo, Monopoly, 21, Yahtzee and Operation in the same sentence. “I don't see why not. I love a good game of Cluedo, it's not going to work with just two players though. Pick any other game.”

Before she could even retrieve a deck of cards or board game, Ajax's voice carried through camp regarding a meeting. She sighed out. Not long ago, she had moved Keith from the med hut to his cabin and now they were called to the hall. It wasn't the son of Zeus's fault, it was just bad timing because they had also just settled down.

Evelyn hovered by Keith who made a point to walk on his own. Evelyn was half exasperated and amused by his male pride. But before the whole camp saw him hobbling along awkwardly, Evelyn pressed a hand over his bandage to block the pain and keep his stitches in place. “That's better.” She smiled.

They reached the hall and Evelyn drifted from Keith. She didn't need to be a helicopter mum, she needed to see who and how they interacted with him and let him fight his own fights. Unless it was the son of Hades looming over him. No, don't interfere. Let things run naturally. She set her eyes forward where the children of Zeus resided.

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"Is it a just a stereotype, then, that Eris children are all manipulative?" Sloane chuckled at Ji-hyun's comment, quickly bringing the soda to her lips. She wouldn't say she was manipulative, but that she is manipulated by her brother to do so. She never met any other children of Eris, but she could only assume that most of them fit the bill.

After she mentioned her own stance on her parentage and what came with it, Ji-hyun seemed interested, even leaning forward in his seat. "What can you guys do? I assume children of discord are able to influence emotions, but I'm not too sure of your other abilities."

"Yeah, we can manipulate emotions... It tends to work with existing emotions, just kind of twisting them or heightening them rather than drawing from something new or characteristic. I guess that would also depend on someone's subtly, or lack thereof." Sloane leaned back in her seat, her brows furrowing while her fingertip traced the brim of the can. She had never been asked to list what she is capable of. It all felt so fluid, a small part in a bigger machine. "I can also cause chaos... like make people violent or angry, kinda like an aura type thing. But the thing I'm best at is hallucinations... Like manipulating perceived reality."

Sloane parted her lips to say something else when thunder rumbled overhead. It was so loud it made her jump slightly where she sat, looking to the window, surprised at how dark it had gotten in the short time she was in Ji-hyun's cabin.

"Ah, those two, on the other hand... they could be good at what they did if they wanted to, but with all the storms they're bringing to camp it's a wonder the ecosystem isn't entirely ruined by unnecessary amounts of rain." Sloane looked back to Ji-hyun, smiling slightly at his comment. "Total waste of energy if you ask me." Her eyes widened as she nodded her head silently in agreement. It took her a long time to learn how to fully control her abilities. It took patience and practice... And she didn't think the Zeus duo knew that, or cared.

"But nevermind them. You were saying?"

Before she could attempt to say anything further, a voice echoed over a P.A. system that must have been setup throughout the camp. "All camp members, new and old... please head to the hall for a meeting."

Sloane didn't know the voice, but whose voice did she know beyond her brother's and Ji-Hyun's? She sighed, finishing the last bit of the drink she was offered before moving to her feet. "I guess that means us too?" It was more of a rhetorical question. Sloane would have much preferred hiding out in that cabin all day avoiding meetings, other campers and her brother, but it didn't look like that was an option. "Are you coming?" She asked looking back toward Ji-Hyun as she stepped toward the door.

It wasn't long before they found their way to the main hall. A handful of campers had already arrived, faces she might have seen in passing but Sloane couldn't put a name to a face. Instead of trying to make idle chat with people she didn't care to know, she found her way to an empty table and took a seat. Hopefully, whatever this meeting was, wouldn't be long. She highly doubted it involved her.




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The young blonde seemed apprehensive at first, hesitant to approach him or maybe not knowing what to make of Wes. But he didn't move instead just deciding to remain where he was. There really wasn't much else he could do. After a moment she slowly approached him and sat down in the grass beside him. She then pulled out a notepad and proceeded to write.

Wes's brows furrowed as he watched her, before the girl turned the pad around and showed him what she wrote. "My name is Iliana and my mother is Demeter. I can't talk. I've met your mother years ago. She was nice."

He had to fight the urge to laugh at the comment. Iliana seemed genuine in her remark. Wes's own relationship was nothing so simple. But it'd make sense for someone like Aphrodite to have a natural compassion about her in regards to others. He nodded his head and gave him best smile. "I'm sure she was."

Wes didn't know if he was thankful or annoyed at the sound of Ajax's voice echoing throughout the camp. On the one hand, he didn't have to dive into his relationship with his mother... If it could even be called that. But, he also wasn't in the mood to leave Frank or trudge his way back toward the main part of camp. Either way, it didn't seem like he had a choice.

With a sigh, Wes slowly lifted Frank from his lap, giving him a final pet. "Alright buddy, my cabin is down that way," he said pointing in the general direction of his cabin. "If you ever need some carrots, come on by." He stood up slowly and motioned his head toward the center of camp. "We've been summoned," he chuckled.

They were nearly to the hall when Wes heard footsteps approaching from behind. He glanced over his shoulder in time to see Duke approaching. "Wesley, did Alex give you your arm?"

Wes glanced down at the place where his right arm used to be, confused. "Wouldn't it be like... decomposing by now?" The thought of his previous arm and the state it would be in made his face scrunch slightly in disgust. But after a minute, he connected the dots and his eyes widened. "Ooooh. Yeah, no. I haven't seen Alex since Capture the Flag."

He looked toward the hall as Duke and Iliana acquainted themselves. Wes cleared his throat and nodded his head in the direction of the hall. "I'll see you all inside." He slowly entered the hall and scanned the room for either an empty seat or a table to join. When he saw a tuft of familiar blonde hair, a small smile grew upon his lips and he took a step toward her. But then he froze, able to feel the anger and animosity coming off of Trinity even at that distance.

Part of him thought he should leave her be and that whatever was bothering her, she could come to him if she needed him. But Wes never liked seeing her upset, so he slowly made his way over to her table. "Hey," he said softly as he placed his hand on her shoulder, taking a seat beside her. "Is everything ok?" His gaze scanned her face for an answer while he gently rubbed her arm with his thumb.




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The unfamiliar blonde parted herself from Mason and trotted her way toward Sylas like she didn't have a care in the world. “He’s all yours. But be warned he’s a sloppy kisser.”

He couldn't help but chuckle, raising his brows in amusement. "Well, I wasn't planning on making an honest man out of him." Sylas pushed off the tree after the blonde left, looking toward Mason as he approached.

"At least I got a kiss out of it." Fair point. Who didn't enjoy locking lips every once and awhile. "If I was her, I would have held that card a little longer. She would have had so much potential. But now...tut...such a waste."

"Some people are narrow minded... Lack vision." He shrugged his shoulders. "I do believe I must have met a brother of hers. Interesting. Seems they may do my work for me... Take the fall for it too." He smirked slightly. "Even better."

"So what about you Sylas? What have you been up to?" Mason asked. But before Sylas could answer the inquiry, an announced rang overhead. Was that really his ploy? Neither himself nor the other guy wanted to listen to Captain Camp, so now he calls a meeting of the entire camp. What a pussy. "I suppose we're all heading to the hall then."

Sylas couldn't help but roll his eyes. Not at Mason, but the situation. "I was making good on my word, he started as he walked alongside Mason, heading toward the hall. "It's seems Alex is inches from going over the edge. It was almost too easy sending her into a fit. Almost took the fun out of it."

When they reached the hall, Sylas lingered for a moment, adding one final statement before they parted ways. "I should probably warn you, that in persuading her toward instability," he said with a hushed tone so only Mason could hear. "I had to implicate a certain favorite of yours." Sylas then gave Mason a reassuring pat on the shoulder as he walked past him. "But she seems tough. I'm sure she'll be fine."

With nothing more to add, Sylas entered the hall, his eyes quickly setting upon his sister sitting at a table with the boy he saw her with early. Sylas was never the subtle type, nor did he care about making shitty first impressions with people he didn't care about befriending. "Sloane... What are you doing?"

Sloane visibly tensed at the presence of her brother at the table. In that moment she wished Ji-hyun wasn't there and he didn't have to see this. Or that her brother didn't set his sights on him. "This is Ji-hyun."

"I didn't ask who you were doing. I asked what are you doing?" Sylas's gaze shifted over to the unwelcome male sitting with his sister. "Why are you wasting your time here? She's just playing you like she does everyone else. She's just using you. Sloane doesn't make friends with worthless no bodies."

"Sylas, stop." She was visually uncomfortable, no longer able to meet Ji-hyun's gaze or her brother's.

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"Trinity's an Ares, right? I'd love to train with you guys, if you'll have me."

"Yeah, of course." Andy smiled. "I mean, you'll learn a lot more from her. But, you're always welcome. And we operate under a no drama umbrella." She laughed softly. There was so much drama already at camp, that, at least, during training, they could not think about it.

Andy propped herself up on her elbows, looking over at Emery as she spoke. "My grandma, yeah, she pretty much raised me. She was the toughest old lady I ever knew, and she wanted me to be perfect so she tried to lead by example." And then there was silence. "I miss her."

"I miss my brother," Andy admitted. She knew Emery might not know the whole story, not like the others at camp. Someday, she would have to tell her. Maybe that was something else they could share? A sympathy of loss. But right now wasn't the time. She didn't even know if she would be capable of getting through that conversation at the moment, with the news she just learned. How would Andy explain that? Her brother died in a war and now is back, but isn't, but she doesn't really know because she hasn't set eyes on him? That was too much to lay on someone all at once.

Then with the incoming storm came a whole other boat of drama. It seemed Andy just lived in the middle of it no matter how much she wished she didn't. "Set who off?" She didn't have to answer the question, Emery pieced it together fast enough. "I take it you're not the biggest fan of the Zeus children? Or... just Alex?"

Andy laughed weakly. "She uh... Killed my best friend's sister. I was the first one to arrive after it happened... I buried her." She sat up right, shrugging her shoulders. "That changes your opinion of a person."

Then as if right on cue, Ajax's voice alerted all the campers to head to the main hall. Andy couldn't help but sigh. She was enjoying this... A moment away from all the drama, with someone who didn't sit there and tell her that her best friend was a piece of shit or her boyfriend was a piece of shit. Just a kind face to talk to and forget. Andy moved to her feet and offered Emery a hand. They took their time walking there, or maybe it was just her. Andy wasn't particularly in a rush to get back into a crowd of people who were ready to rip each other’s faces off.

She followed behind Emery as they walked into the hall, catching sight of Theo who seemed to be looking out for her. "I think someone is looking for you." Andy smiled, nodding her head toward him. "I'll catch up with you later." She gently patted Emery's arm before she moved her way through the room. Andy saw Trinity and Wes, glimpses of Alex and Ajax, who she was in no particular rush to go and talk to. It didn't take her long to find Mason, talking to someone she couldn't make out by the back of their head.

Andy weaved her way through the people until she reached him, gently hooking her hand in the bend in Mason's arm. "Hey," she said softly to get his attention. "I'm sorry about leaving. I needed air and—" She stopped mid-sentence when she saw Mason's company. The sight took the breath from her, leaving Andy standing their in a dumbfounded silence. It looked just like him, short brown hair, height... face, but the expression was mischievous and his eyes were different.

She didn't know what to do or to say. Her grip tightened on Mason's arm like a life line as she looked this Keith dead in the eyes, trying not to be hysterical and shake the true Daniel back into him. What was she supposed to say? It didn't matter when she couldn't bring herself to speak. "I... uh... Do you know who I am?"

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Character Portrait: ZombieBlue Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos

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Eve felt Trinity’s reaction immediately as she was thrown off balance by the blonde’s elbow in her side. There was a clattering sound as a knife fell from Trinity’s hand, falling blade down just centimetres from the toe of Eve’s boot. Trinity swiped the blade back into her with grace, it was obvious she was comfortable around weapons. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. Can you imagine if it actually impaled your foot. You’d probably want to kill me…and fail.” Eve knew a challenge when she saw it, and she saw in the cold blue eyes of Trinity staring her down, the unspoken threat ebbing out of her every pore. A quick response, usually on the tip of Eve’s failed to come.

Trinity turned to Pete. “Pete right? Hey, I'm Trinity. Sorry, I just couldn't help but overhear everything.”

Eve heard Pete’s jaw click as he worked his jaw back and forth. A clear sign that he was seriously pissed. His voice was strained as he spoke, but every word was slow and deliberate. “Sorry. My sister isn’t known for her tact.” Eve caught his eye as he turned to glare at her, a warning to keep her mouth shut and not fan any flames.

Then Trinity smiled sweetly, poisonously sweet. “Anyway, I'll see you at the hall. And you take care of your friend now, don't want her sleeping with any riff raff and pissing off the wrong people.”

The moment Trinity’s back disappeared Pete practically growled at her. “Seriously? We’ve been here one bloody day and you’re already getting death threats. She was seriously dangerous, promise me you’re going to stop whatever it is you’re trying with her.”

“That was hardly a death threat. I’d say it lingered on the border of friendly warning.” Eve smirked and wound her hair around her finger, but Pete still looked like he wanted to shake her. With a sigh and a huff, Eve gave her brother a placating look. “Fine, I promise I won’t mess with her.” directly.

She reached around Pete, pulled a packet of potato crisps out of his backpack before stalking inside the hall. She spotted Trinity instantly, just as Wes pulled up a chair next to her. Eve clicked her tongue, she had been hoping for more time to work her magic before they met up for a chat. Back home, she might have plunked herself down next to them. But this was foreign territory, and if she was being honest, Trinity’s threat had scared a little. Not that she’d admit that to anyone, not even herself.

Though the fear just made her more defiant to prove that Trinity didn’t scare her. Wandering past the couple, she dropped her packet of crisps between them and bending to pick them up Eve made sure to brush her hand against Trinity’s. The physical touch lasted for less than a second but Eve was used to working within tight limits. She funnelled her magic through that slight touch, influencing Trinity’s mind. Don’t trust him.

Eve jumped to straighten up, “I- I’m sorry!” She flicked her eyes between them, faking a nervous frown. “I didn’t- I mean, I’m not- like,” She froze for an instant looking at Trinity before turning tail and scurrying away from them. Even if it was an act, it still felt nauseating to act afraid of someone.

Eve then picked a seat next to Evelyn, not that she was supposed to know her name since they'd never officially met. She turned to the red head with a nervous smile. “Hi, I’m Eve.” She flashed a tentative smile up to the front acting nervous. “I’m kind of new here, any idea what meetings like this are usually about?” She took a crisp from the bag snapping it between her teeth, before sliding the bag across the table and holding it out to Evelyn, “Crisp?”





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Pete didn’t bother watching his sister’s back stalking away from him. He knew she was up to no good and he wanted no part of it. He was content to find a dark corner in the hall to ride out this little meeting. Then he saw Alex from the barn and he headed over to her table.

He didn’t sit next to her even if he’d wanted to, it wasn’t worth it with her brother nearby. He slumped into the seat across from hers, one down, his bag lazily stowed under it, without sparing her a glace. Instead he watched the trio of the barn, reunited and full on polite smiles. He eyed the two boys who kissed Alex’s brother’s ass earlier. “What utter tools.” He muttered to himself not caring who overheard, he wasn’t speaking anything untrue.

He watched Eve bump straight into the blonde from outside, in what was quite clearly not an accident. He rolled his jaw from side to side, feeling the satisfying click as his jaw snapped back into place each time. He’d strangle Eve if he didn’t think she’d enjoy the drama of a twin murder. Would she never learn? This time, with a cough, he addressed Alex sitting across from him, aware but not caring that her brother was not that far away, “Aren’t siblings just the worst?”

Not that he was looking at Alex, he scanned her briefly for any signs of her earlier distress. She was upset still, that was obvious, her big brown eyes and open body language were terrible for keeping any secrets, but there was no lightning storm hovering around her. “You not so static-y anymore then?” He raised a lazy shoulder in an attempt at a shrug. “Pity.”


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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Pete Drakos

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Image "Wouldn't it be like... decomposing by now?" Duke frowned, even more so as Wes made a disgusted face. "Ooooh. Yeah, no. I haven't seen Alex since Capture the Flag." He finally gave an answer Duke could work with.

He nodded looking off. "I see. Well it's incoming, obviously the courier got held up." Alex had a lot of her own drama to deal with, a prosthetic limb to deliver probably faded to the background. Not that Wes ever made a big deal of the matter but having another arm would make his life a lot easier. It seemed it was just Duke affected by his project.

The girl hesitated for a long time, he thought he might have somehow insulted her culture or similar then she took his hand. He was sure to shake it gently, treating her as delicate as a rose to avoid startling her further.
Wes excused himself as the girl rushed to something on her being. A notepad. She struck him as absolutely lovely, however drawing for him was an odd gesture.

"Hello, my name is Iliana. I am sorry but I don't speak. Nice to meet you." Iliana introduced herself by paper and he smiled suddenly feeling foolish.

"No need to be sorry. You're as fast at writing as you are on foot. Besides, the quieter ones always take the most in." It was a fact. The quiet ones were more observant and in tune with themselves and others. That was a valuable skill and talent to possess.

Duke went to proceed to the hall, opening the door for Iliana then a voice called out for her. The pair ran towards each other and embraced. He watched the exchanged and smiled slightly. Reunions always were very satisfying but it reminded him of a similar sibling relationship on camp.

"Sorry to interrupt your conversation with Iliana. My friend and I had been looking for Iliana after she had taken off suddenly. One of the campers had given her an order to take off. My name is Ethan and that's Heath. Iliana is his adopted sister and I am just a friend of theirs. I'd wish we could talk more, but there's that meeting here. Thanks for being kind to Iliana."

Duke had follow up questions for Ethan like "who ordered her to take off? How are you three close? Why doesn't Iliana speak?", however the new trio didn't want to risk being untimely to their first meeting. "Of course, my pleasure. Duke," he said with a hand on his own chest. Since they had given their names it only felt right to give his.

He nodded back to them and entered the hall. Duke wandered over to Ajax, although rather than make himself at home on their table, he leaned on the wall nearby. He scanned the hall and found Trinity on the verge of causing some blood shed. "Aja..." he let his voice trail off. Ajax had enough to worry about. He didn't need containing the daughter of war to be one even if his strength was equal match to Trinity's. Nonetheless, right under their nose, Duke was particularly interested to find Alex had made a new friend. Or something like that. The conversation didn't seem too friendly, but if Alex or Ajax wouldn't fry the guy, Duke would.

There was too much demigod drama to monitor and be in control of.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis 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: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin 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

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AJAX VALIS
SON OF ZEUS
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On the outside, Ajax looked confident, but as he watched everyone enter the main hall, he felt his confidence flicker like a breeze against newly lit flame. He had never grasped the horns of leadership, not properly, but he was doing his best, or so he told himself most nights. So many wrong choices, but even leaders can't always be right. He still blamed himself for the lives that had been prematurely snuffed out last year, even though he knows it's impossible to save everyone. Not even Gods have that power.

Fate is fate.

At camp his efforts had never once been for his father, they had been for the camp. Even if some of them hated him enough to want him dead alongside his sister - a gentle soul that had been touched almost by death, and darkness that wanted to consume her. She hardly had any fight left, and all of that was also his fault for not being a better brother.

He had left her thinking she could handle it on her own as she was strong, but the death of their mother had broken her spirits. No-one on camp had the right to dig their heels into someone suffering mentally. Especially when they didn't know the origin of their entire story, and why Hades was so determined to see the great fall of Olympic Gods.

With Alex not far from him, she sat at the table he had left to make the speech he was dreading. He had no idea what everyone would think about him or his choice of words, but they needed to be aired.

He now stood at the front of the room and paced gently as everyone took their place. The large doors shut, and all eyes were on him, waiting patiently to hear what he had to say.

Image "Earlier on today someone deliberately pushed her" he glanced to his sister, catching sight of Pete sitting across from her, but turned back to the room. Alex could handle herself, but just encase Pete did try anything, Duke was within decent proximity from him to react quicker than Ajax. "Have you forgotten she's my sister? she's unwell, and some of you find it funny to pick at her like she's less than you? she's not a bad person, and if I hear anyone bringing up the topic that got us in this mess in the first place, just one word, then there will be trouble. I couldn't care less if you don't like taking orders.. you will, or you can just leave the camp right now. If you think you'll survive on your own? then leave."






ALEXANDRIA VALIS
DAUGHTER OF ZEUS
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Image When the boy from earlier came and sat across from her, she couldn't believe he actually had the nerve to after what he said to her brother, and the way him and Sylas began to creep into her head to unhinge her more than she was already. What? so now he wanted to chit-chat and be friends? was this another little plan of theirs? was Pete working with sylas and Mason?

Even though she had no clue what this guy's intentions were, and that her trust meter was shot to hell, she still felt he wasn't as bad as the other two.

She understood why Mason hated her and wanted her dead, but what was the issue with Sylas? possibly got the wrong information, put 2 + 2 together and got 6. Or maybe he just loved to toy with others like a cat who eventually gets its cream. Would make sense considering the Godly parent he spawned from.

"Give me one good reason why I should even talk to you?" she asked Pete. , and while waiting for his reply, her attention briefly found Duke who leaned his perfectly muscled frame against the wall. Something in the room had caught his attention. "Aja..." he trailed off. Ajax hadn't heard him, and Duke decided against what he wanted to say anyway and left it at that.

Alex wanted to smile even now. Duke always had their back no matter how many rumors rooted themselves across the camp. He was never disloyal.





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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: Harleen Theodos 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

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Ethan and Heath watched as everyone else showed up and saw a few fireworks fly. Iliana however was concentrating only on herself for she felt so many emotions at once. She felt so much anger from the blonde next to Wesley, which only increased when another blonde girl came near them. She closed her eyes and try to shut herself down. She couldn't loose control, not hear at least. The boys saw what was happening and saw what was happening with Wesley and the 2 blondes girls too. This was definitely not good. They didn't have time to do anything about it for Zeus's son spoke up talking about his sister. Seems like they were right about the two guys from earlier being the one to push Alex over the edge. Now the question was, what originally caused her to go close to the edge to begin with.

Before either boys could speak up though, there was a commotion and suddenly two gods showed up. One was definitely Zeus, but the other the guys hadn't seen before. Soon Zeus spoke and his words only made the boys even more confused. Alex was to be on trial? For what exactly? It must be grave if the gods got directly involved. Knowing his mother was here though, Heath decided to ask her directly. If he was to spectate a trial, he wanted all the clear facts and his mother was good at that without any bias. She was the Goddess of Wisdom for a reason after all. Plus he wanted to get Lia out of this building, who was now covering her ears and rocking back and forth. He was 100% sure she hadn't heard a word. It was to his relief when the one angry blonde left the building though. He had definitely heard her words to Wesley, who had looked shocked by them. He cursed and took off after the blonde who left. It wasn't long before they could hear shouting. This only caused Iliana to shake even more.

When Zeus asked for questions, several did ask, but the one that caught Heath and Ethan's attention the most was when someone came forward.

"Yeah, I have one. Is Hades going to be there? Since it was his daughter that got murdered, don't you think he has a say or at least the right to witness her trial? It seems fair to me."

Ethan looked surprised at that. A daughter of Hades was killed? That definitely wasn't good. Heath started connecting the dots though. Alex was going to be on trial and Hades's daughter had been killed. Was Alex the reason? He saw how angry she got in the stall. So who was this guy that just asked the question? Ethan wondered if the guy was a son of Hades. It would make sense since he did ask such a question.

Both boys though forgot about everything else when Iliana suddenly grabbed onto Heath's shirt sleeve. This was a signal that she had to get out now.

"Let's go now," Heath said as he helped Iliana up.

Ethan nodded as they left. When they exited the building, they saw Wesley take off. Iliana could feel every emotion he was feeling and it was seriously making her sick in the stomach. She could feel her own tears spilling out. Her own powers started churning and soon the sky open up, causing rain to fall. She herself dropped to the ground and started wailing in earnest. Heath swept her into his arms and continued to walk with Ethan right next to him.

"Uh, oh, we better do something to cheer Iliana up quick." Ethan commented.

Indeed, the last time Iliana was this emotional, she had caused a flood. Heath knew this was a result of her trying to contain her emotions and powers too much. The rain continued pouring and they and anyone else would be drenched by now.

"I've got it. Hey, Lia, can you hear me? We're going to see your mother soon. Do you want to see her?"

Hearing her mother being mention penetrated Iliana's intense emotions and she looked at her adopted brother. Taking a few deep breaths, she nodded. This causes the rain to let up dramatically, and it's now a drizzle. Iliana was emotionally drained though and she falls asleep. The boys noticed she had dropped her notepad by then.

"I'll go and get it. It's probably ruined by now though," Ethan said before rushing back to the main hall.

Ethan nodded and continued towards the coast. Minutes later, Ethan was back and indeed, Iliana's notepad was drenched. He also had the pen she carried. It was a good thing Iliana had several notepads back in their cabin. Both were certain though they could get another notepad from Demeter.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Pete Drakos

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Zeus
KING OF THE GODS
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He waited patiently for their questions and found himself swallowing, but gave away no signs of the feelings towards his daughter's trial that he truly wished he didn't have to hold. To him, his daughter was already innocent, but with the lack of evidence, the scales weighed themselves in no favor for her. Without proof, his little girl was already guilty. As the God of the skies and Justice, he would have to put aside his love and prepare to take action. Lawfully. Zeus could not break his own rules, no matter how hard he wanted to for his children. Fair was fair.

"Can we go now?" The daughter of Ares asked, to which Zeus bowed his head to give her permission, right before she left the hall with the son of Aphrodite not too far behind her. His eyes tore away from the door as it slammed shut behind them, turning his attention back to the room.

“I was wondering why you've selected us all to spectate this trial, what purpose would we serve?”

"I have selected many of you because you will be the jury of said trial. That is the reason. I want each of you to stand and take a side. To speak for my daughter... or against her." he hated saying it like that, but they all needed to know that she would not be treated differently, just because of her lineage with Zeus. "I hope you are satisfied with the answer." he wasn't. He wanted to end it all this second, but it wasn't to be. The trial must go on.

"Mr. Zeus, eerr Sir...I mean, Zeus.. While I'm privileged to be invited to the trial, do we have to go? I guess I mean to ask what...what the outcomes will vary to, And how long we will be there for."

Zeus smiled as he watched the young boy stumble over his words with confusion on how to address him properly. He folded his arms. "Address me as Zeus. That's fine by me. And no, you don't have to go but as I said before, it would be wise if you care about those involved. It is only for a few hours to which the trial will end."


"Yeah, I have one. Is Hades going to be there? Since it was his daughter that got murdered, don't you think he has a say or at least the right to witness her trial? It seems fair to me."

Zeus recognized him as Hades son right away since the room seemed to have a slight chill as the young boy stood to voice his own question. "Hades is banned from Mount Olympus, but since this is about his daughter... I will grant him to be there. But, ONLY for the trial. You may speak on his behalf if you wish.. and of your own, of course."

"Sir, are we to dress for the occasion? It might seem a strange question, but if we are to be in the presence of the Gods, walking through the streets of Olympus... I do not wish to offend yourself, nor my mother, by not presenting myself appropriately."

Zeus didn't think it was a strange question. He thought it was respectively honest, but no doubt the son of Eris would internally be finding it hard. He seemed to be the type of person, like a son of Hades, to never want to bow down to anyone. "No," Zeus quickly gave his answer. "I understand and respect that you consider it, but you are our children. Wear what you feel most comfortable in." He says. "Just not nightwear," he quickly adds. Even the gods had a sense of humor. "If that is all? you can go." As most of the hall was now leaving, Zeus pulled his son to the side. "There is an hour before we leave... you must help me, son. If there is anything you think can help..."

"I told you not to call me that." Ajax took a deep breath and sighed heavily out of his nostrils. Falling out with his father wasn't going to get Alex anywhere, so... he took a step back mentally, and calmed himself. "There might be something."

Zeus nodded. "At least it's something. Go.." he said, his tone soft.





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Alexandria Valis
DAUGHTER OF ZEUS
Hex: #d63b71|

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“I got no good ones for you. But it doesn’t seem as if you’ve got much choice, I'm the only one in this room not looking at you like traitor.” Alex warily looked off to the side, trying her best not to be so obvious as she looked to see if anyone was staring at her like an animal that needed to be locked behind bars.

From what she could tell from where she sat, angled away from everyone else, no one had their attention on her since they were busy answering her father's questions, and Wes angrily left the hall to follow Trinity.

Still... Pete was right, even if she didn't want him to be. No doubt all of them thought she was a traitor besides the obvious few that would stick by her no matter what the verdict/outcome was to be. Or so she thought.

Death? exile? did either matter anymore? How could anyone see her other than a monster now?

Theo had briefly passed her, his hand touching her shoulder which she didn't have the heart to recoil from even in her state. Was it him feeling sorry for her? or did he try to point out that he was there for her still even though there were no words exchanged? she let out a sigh. There was no point in worrying about who was or wasn't on her side now... the outcome wasn't going to be good either way.

When she thought Pete was done with her since he was getting ready to leave the hall with the rest, his next words came tumbling out of his mouth with no care in the world for how it made anyone feel. She could respect honesty, but Pete had maybe gone a little too far. “Just shag her mate.”

Holy, crap... did he just...

She quickly turned her head and looked at Duke.




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Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Cayden Stelzner

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Image Ajax and Zeus spoke about a common thread whether they liked it or not and that was Alex. Once the meeting was concluded, the dark-haired man speaking to Alex got up and pat Duke on the chest. “Just shag her mate.” Duke stood upright and glanced at Alex. It wasn't a bad idea and for a moment he saw himself tipping over Alex and kissing her passionately and things heating up from there. Duke was inching closer to her without realizing but when he caught himself he stopped. It was an entirely inappropriate comment and thoughts that filled his mind. Duke didn't want to 'just shag her' like it was an ordinarily easy task, he felt differently and no man with shaggy black hair was going to tell him otherwise.

He caught her wide-eyed stare at him. "I think he likes you," he told Alex."So who is the new guy, Al? Friend or foe?" Duke decided to cut the options into two since he didn't want a whole speech about the new guy. A name, heritage and brief thoughts would have sufficed.

Duke sighed gently. Alex was no doubt under a lot of pressure with the trial coming up, but Duke had such tunnel vision when his own concerns were involved, besides, maybe it'd be a nice distraction to talk about other things. "I noticed Wes's arm wasn't delivered. I know you have your separate mountain of issues," he added quickly. "But maybe helping other people, doing a couple good deeds for others will make you feel better and help your case." That way, before they left camp, Alex could have left a fresh and pleasant impression on people. She could just be known as a boisterous girl again which is what she was before the murder tainted her appearance.

Old Alex needed to come back again and soon. Duke could remember the bundle of joy and outrageous extrovert but could the others? Duke believed they would speak against her prosecuting her only as the dull monster. "Your brother and father are stressed, Alex. You can help your own case too."

"When we get out of this, the next party or celebration we have, promise me you'll be the life of it." Duke smiled a little.



K E I T HxxM A D D E N
Hecate| HEX: #8b9068 | Smart/Casual

Image Keith nodded as Zeus answered all the questions openly and honestly then jumped as someone had slid beside him. "What did a'miss?"

Keith looked at the man he was not familiar with and leaned away from him. He was openly owning the space and Keith wasn't a fan. Another brute to torment him likely, hooray. "Um...the daughter of Zeus," Keith pointed in her direction hoping the temperamental children of Zeus didn't spot it and want to kill him for daring to point and speak about her, "is going on a trial. She, uh, accidentally murdered another demigod." God he felt like an idiot. "Accidentally killed" because that happens all the time. She wasn't freaking Lennie from Mice and Men. "We are going to attend and potentially determine her fate," he added uncertainly. That's what Zeus had said but it was a surreal power to have in his own experience.

Keith got to his feet slowly, almost asking permission from the blonde boy if he was excused. "I have to figure out my own side."

An elbow knocked him in the back, making him collapse on the table. He stayed there for a moment, gripping the table and pressing his forehead to the hard surface, letting no one see the tears and frustration in his eyes. Keith straightened slowly and held his stomach where his arrow wound was. He swallowed a lump in his throat and met the new boy's eyes and nodded with as much dignity as possible. "Nice meeting you."

Keith shuffled off. He needed to compose himself in his cabin for a couple of minutes then would meet his no good peer demigods at the beach. He hated camp, why did he even come back.

After he was done moping and worked on pulling himself together, he exited his cabin with a deep breath and treked to the beach.



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Image "I don't know, but I hope so. I fear this is her doing. She was the last person to see him before he died." Andy replied. "Will you help me get him to her?"

Mason looked to Daniel. At the moment, Daniel saw Mason as malicious and untrustworthy, it was evident in the way he acted like a cornered child facing bullies so it might have been a bit difficult. "You mean like put a bag over his head and abduct him?" He smiled though if it helped Daniel become himself and Andy's peace of mind, he would.

As the hall cleared out slowly, Andy leaned towards him. "I will testify, if I am called upon... For Jennova and for you."

He looked at Andy and shifted his body 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 wasn't weak and fragile, nor submissive. But he didn't think she could handle being loathed by her boyfriend. "I just don't want you in another ugly situation. It'd probably be good for you to lay low for a while." Mason didn't know why he bothered saying it since he couldn't remember a time Andy was reserved.

There was another thud noise and Daniel was sprawled on the table. What a pathetic sight and it upset Mason all the more. This weasel version had to go before everybody snuffed him out as completely vulnerable. Mason headed out, in desperate desire to get out and change clothes for the trial. He knew better than to look like a bum when he was trying to appeal his case. He wouldn't let it go without a hell of a fight. And it's not like he even had to make up a story or lie.

Mason wrestled with his tie then finally prevailed and smoothed down his tie in the reflection then shrugged into his jacket. He couldn't help but smirk a little. Alex was in trouble. With the final touches done, Mason waited at the beach.

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Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Cayden Stelzner

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Image He had not left the hall just yet. He stood staring out of the window, his thumb running back and forth against his lips with the sound of a clock ticking behind him, counting down every second toward the trial.

Hopefully, his son had an idea, because no doubt all would be lost for his little girl if there wasn't. Her bright light would be taken from this world, and into the next.

For years he had kept Hades close to him, trusted him, and all it took for betrayal!? was greed. Hades had been (other than Ares) his most trusted consort. A God that was powerful to be by the Kings side in battle had the honor of facing the Titans that still had their vendetta with Zeus for killing his father Cronus.

No longer wanting to drown within his own head, Zeus left the hall without interrupting his daughter who had the company of Hephaestus's son - Duke, but Zeus did smile at him briefly while he made his exit.




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Image Even now Duke managed to still make her blush, and for the first time in a while... she actually managed a little smile. She held her palm to her cheek as she turned away from the gaze he had locked on her, due to her own thoughts spiraling as he unknowingly made his way toward her slightly before he stopped.

No doubt his thoughts were just unwillingly made due to Pete's influence, but her own feelings and thoughts were genuine and true. She had to be realistic, Duke had never made it clear about how he felt about her, other than he saw her as Ajax's little sister. She never wanted someone to see her as just his younger sibling, or the one they feel they can't get close to in fear of Ajax grabbing them for a serious talk/warning.

"I think he likes you," At first, she thought he had admitted to liking her, but his question denied it. Pete was actually a good looking guy behind that personality of his. He seemed bad, but not evil. Nice, but not soft.

Alex shook her head. "I doubt that." she told him, fiddling with a bowl that lay empty on the table. The thoughts of him had returned. "It's a shame you don't like me." she wanted to say, but she didn't want to embarrass herself or put an awkward feeling between them both. If that were even possible. With how long they had known each other outside and inside of the camp, surely they had gotten passed that stage by now.

"So who is the new guy, Al? Friend or foe?" She wasn't actually sure, but she was hoping he would be a friend at least.

"Pete. Son of Hera. I... don't really know that much about him, so I don't know yet."

Duke sighed gently. She had no idea what was on his mind as Duke wasn't really the type to talk about his own feelings, but she felt as though he would just as worried about the trial. He cared about her, there was no doubt about that. "I noticed Wes's arm wasn't delivered. I know you have your separate mountain of issues," he added quickly. "But maybe helping other people, doing a couple good deeds for others will make you feel better and help your case." Damn it, how could she have forgotten about her best friend and his arm? her mind, as warped as it felt, had left black spots in her memory. The monster that scratched away at what humanity she had left, was doing its best to make her forget everything. Especially the wonderful person she was before. He was right, she needed to do something. Anything. "Your brother and father are stressed, Alex. You can help your own case too."

"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. She hadn't said sorry in a while, so maybe that monster inside of her head was finally dying now that Alex was accepting her fate.

"When we get out of this, the next party or celebration we have, promise me you'll be the life of it." Duke smiled a little. She definitely would try. It broke her heart to think she would have to leave him and the others behind.

"That's if I even make it out of there." she says quietly, her voice breaking slightly as the words tumble from her soft lips. She furrowed her brows apologetically as she tilted her head at him, then turned and headed toward the hall's doors.




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Image The guy had leaned away from him, causing Cayden to smile. He had that effect on most people. "Um...the daughter of Zeus," as he pointed in the girl's direction, Cayden turned his head.

Damn.... she's cute. he thought. Looking her over with a smile.

"is going on a trial. She, uh, accidentally murdered another demigod."

cute, and dangerous? nice. he kept his eyes on her. It was a shame she was already in the company of someone else.

"We are going to attend and potentially determine her fate," he added uncertainly.

"Cool... Is she popular with other guys?" it definitely looked like she was, and Cayden hadn't really been listening to the guy beside him. Not completely. The bits he caught were plenty.

"I have to figure out my own side." When an elbow knocked him in the back, the poor guy collapsed on the table, and stayed there for a moment, gripping the table and pressing his forehead to it. Cayden quickly turned his attention back to him. Looking him over.

"Shit, dude... you okay?" he asked while chuckling. He even placed his hand onto the guys back.

"Nice meeting you." As the strange guy shuffled off, Cayden's grin faded. He frowned and turned his head to see where he had rushed off to. He was like a whippet, gone in seconds. He shrugged it off and headed out to find his cabin so he could get ready for the trial.

He found it eventually as he quickly got a member of staff to help him, and just threw on some clothes that looked decent enough for a trial. Outfit




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Image Ares waited patiently beside Athena as the Demigods prepared themselves. He could sense that Alex was still on the grounds, so there was no need to go after her just yet.

If anything like her father, then the girl would be smart enough to know that it was pointless to run. Ares would track her down in no time.

With no sign of his daughter yet, if she had decided to go, he watched proudly as his son made his way to the beach dressed casually smart. There was no dress code, but it was nice of them to consider looking their best for Mount Olympus. Was it all for nothing? well, considering the means of travel they needed to take to get to their destination... maybe.

Behind Ares stood a heard of horses, and Cayden froze once he was able to see the wings attached to their backs. "You have got to be kiddin' me, right? for fu--" he stopped himself from continuing with that sentence. "Seriously, dad!? flying horses? I haven't even sat on one, let alone ride it."

"You'll be fine. Hold on, but just... don't pull on their mane too much. They have a tendency to throw people off when they do that." The look on Cayden's face made Ares smirk.

Cayden caught it. "Liar." he laughed before they got into a playful wrestle.




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Son of Zeus || Hex: Green Outfit: XXX


Image “I understand your love and loyalty for your sister, but how does she know it was cursed and the source? The beauty of curses is that the object is personified to punish and torment, and the origin, a ghost. If you want my help, I need the truth. Is there a chance, a minute chance, that Alex would do any of it of her own accord?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos

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"Andy, you don't have to," Mason said and Eve’s eyes danced from his soft ones to Andy’s brown. Eve swallowed down a sigh, here she was trying to do him a favour, and he refuses her gift. Not that he could protect Andy from the magic already working its way through her veins. He looked back at 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." His tone was casual, and she liked how he was willing to play along. Well, not so willing, but he had kissed her first.

"I don't like the word 'hot'. Only vain or shallow people use that to describe someone.” Andy skirted around the question, but Eve’s magic wouldn’t be satisfied with just that. "Yes. I've always found him very attractive." Eve chose to latch onto the word very.

She looked over her shoulder at Mason with a raised eyebrow and a hint of a smirk. She hoped he liked his gift. “See told you, you were very attractive.”

She let Mason pull her apart from Andy. Eve wasn’t dumb she could sense Andy’s hostility and dropped her arm, leaning towards Mason and resting a hand on his arm. "So do you mind if I hitch a ride with Andy or would you rather go with me?" He looked over at Andy. "If that's alright with you?"

Before Eve could respond with anything coy or fake, Andy blurted out her words first. "Who the hell are you asking?" She put a smile over the outburst, but she clearly needed some acting lessons, and Eve would be happy to give them to her. Anything for a friend of Mason's.

Ignoring Andy’s words, she turned to Mason with a gentle smile, but a sly undertone hidden beneath her words just for him. “Of course, I’d never presume to tell you what to do.” She then rose up on her tip toes pressing a quick peck to his lips, fast enough that she was done before he even had the chance to react. Shoving her away being the most likely reaction to come to his mind.

Then Andy grabbed Mason’s arm backing away, “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."

Eve laughed like she and Andy were friends making a joke, keeping up her bubbly and friendly façade. She even called out to them, “Have fun you two.” Eve knew jealousy when she saw it, and it seemed as though Andy was more green-eyed monster than girl. The answer of how Andy felt about Mason seemed pretty clear where Eve was standing, and as she watched the two of make their way over to the line of horses, she felt compelled to act altruistically.

With a bit of work, a few influencing thoughts and some machinations, she was sure she could land Mason the girl. Treating people like toys in a dollhouse was kind of her specialty. And of everyone she’d met so far, she supposed she liked him the best, and she’d get to enjoy breaking up the King and Queen of camp.

Trampling down on feelings of a selfless nature. She scouted the beach for her pony riding buddy. She spotted Trinity and her loyal dog standing not too far off, and briefly considered hitching a ride with the blonde, but with him next to Trinity she decided against it. Best to no directly approach a demigod of war when they were ready to tear your head off. Wes was another option, but for some reason her magic didn’t take on him and she didn’t want to risk another encounter until she knew the rules of the game.

Instead she laid her eyes on the duo that had interrupted her kiss with Mason earlier, the blonde and redhead huddled together. She strode straight up the blonde grabbing his bicep, “You’re riding with me,” She funnelled her magic into her words and with her physical touch, she wasn’t leaving him much of a choice, dragging him along if her magic didn’t do the trick.

Arriving at a horse she realised it was a lot bigger than she’d anticipated. And well, she was an inner city kid, the closest she’d ever been to a horse was the one time he and Pete rode on a carousel. Though those horses did have wings. She wasn’t going to look the fool though, she turned to the blonde she’d dragged along, her hand going from grabbing his bicep to resting on it. “Help me up?” She asked, again using her magic to influence his actions into helping her.

Turning back to the horse, she made her way onto its back, doing her upmost to look as comfortable as possible. Finally she turned back to her unwilling horse mate. “You are getting up here aren’t you?” This time she didn’t use her magic on him, only a metre of so of the ground she already felt a tinge of fear breaking in, not that she’d ever admit that to anyone. Luckily only he was close enough to hear the hint of nerves in her voice or see how tightly she gripped the reins.





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Pete stood on the grass watching Sloane ascend her steps before turning to look down at him. “Please can get better results than demands or magic.” Even for an unaffected guy like Pete that comment stung deep below his vacant exterior it painted him with the same brush as his sister. Looking down at him without a hint of an emotional appeal, which never got you far with Pete, he felt thoroughly judged.

So he stayed where she had left him, perching on her bottom step looking out at the sky, clear and blue again. It felt like Pete had only the chance to blink twice before she was tapping her way down the stair again, seemingly without acknowledging him stuck where she’d left him. He rose to his feet and followed her a step behind. “I am sorry. I-“ He had that whole time on her step think about what he wanted to say but he still wasn’t sure. He wasn’t going to lie or hide behind some fake platitude, Pete’s motto was only the truth. She he tried it. “I’m trying to be better.”

"Sylas? He's my brother. And his... deal? I don't know what you mean." Brother, he eyed Sloane as she glided always a step ahead of him. He hadn’t expected that.

But instead of worrying about her relationship with this Sylas, he felt a scowl pull his features down. “You do know.” He said, his voice growing dark, he wasn’t going to sit here and play games with her. If she were his brother, than she knew exactly what Pete was asking.

She didn’t respond for a long time, and Pete was about to stop in his tracks. He was basically stalking her for an answer here, and he wasn’t going to bother with someone who didn’t shoot straight. "Our mother is Eris... If that is sufficient enough of an answer." He supposed it would have to be as she appeared to shut the door on that conversation as they exited the tree line and were deposited onto the beach. And as they watched a series of winged horses take flight, Pete was for more concerned with their method of travel, than he was with sharing it.

His boots kicked up sand as he followed Sloane across the beach, a dumb look on his face. He was born in the inner streets of London, he’d just assumed they’d have some portal, or magic flying train. Horses weren’t something he had any experience with. And as he watched Sloane slip up the large beast, in a skirt no less, he realised it was just him feeling wary. She held out a hand to him, "Front or back?"

He raised his eyebrows at her outstretched hand and looked up at her through his hair. “I’m not sure I know what that means.” His commitment to honesty outweighing any possible embarrassment he felt at being helpless in front of a cute girl. He shook his head with a grimace. “I’m a city kid, we don’t do horses.” He said the word horses like something dark and ugly.

Still he grabbed her hand and with her help, clambered up on the great beast, with absolutely no grace. “My life’s in your hands horse girl.” He muttered darkly as they took to the skies, he didn’t like this mode of transport one bit. What was wrong with the tube? It wasn’t until they were a great way into their flight that he responded to her answer. “As a son of Hera, equating one’s deal to their parentage isn’t really sufficient in my book.” He didn’t pry her to say anything more about Sylas since it was clear she wasn’t going to.

Arriving in Olympus was a god send as the horses hooves found solid ground and Pete felt able to unclench all his muscles. Though he was quickly confronted with another issue, he was even less confident in getting off this beast without breaking something.

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos

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“If you’d please.” Sylas didn't know if he was surprised or impressed that Evelyn accepted his help. Once her hands were on his shoulders, he took her waist, lifting her off the pegasus and gently lowered her down to the ground. She gave him a polite smile as he released his hold on her. “For a man with no strings, your etiquette is amazing.”

Sylas smirked slightly, nodding his head toward her. "You may not like me, but I do believe in chivalry." He slid his hands into the pockets of his pants as he stood there patiently. He went to offer Evelyn a head to steady herself as she put her shoes back on, but the horse sufficed just the same.

That slowly followed after the group, but Sylas was in no rush to get anywhere. Olympus was definitely a grand and beautiful place. It reminded him of home, vast, expensive and cold. It was like a palace where everything felt over the top and ornate, like breathing on something could break it and would cost more than someone's soul to Hades. “I hope I didn’t offend you earlier,” Evelyn's voice brought his attention back to her instead of their new surroundings.

Sylas let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head nonchalantly. "It takes a lot more than that to offend me." He then leaned his head down slightly toward her with a slight smirk. "But I appreciate the apology all the same."

“Tell me a secret.”

Sylas stopped where he was, turning around completely to face Evelyn. My my was she intriguing. Her straight forward nature and bluntness continued to surprise him. It kept him on his toes and it was rare for someone to keep him guessing. He quirked a brow while cocking his head slightly. "A secret? You don't ask for much," he jested. Sylas then held up his hands in surrender. "Very well, what shall it be?"

“What do you wish to see at this trial?”

He let out a soft laugh, nodding his head. Good question. He pursed his lips thinking of an appropriate answer. Sylas then leaned in to speak softly into her ear so only Evelyn could hear him. "I want to be entertained." He smiled toward her, remaining at her height for a moment before he slowly stood upright again. Then after a brief moment, he decided to ask his own question. "Alright, Evelyn, tell me a secret." He smirked mischievously.

Sylas prolonged his question, letting it incubate and fester. What did Evelyn think he was going to ask? Something deep, perhaps blackmail? But no, he'd keep playing the game. He'd never admit it out loud but he enjoyed their little game of cat and mouse. "Why is such a stunning young woman, such as yourself, wasting your precious time on me?" To anyone else, it looked like flirting. And of course, to some extent it was. But underneath it was his real curiosity... Why was Evelyn Masters in his presence when she, no doubt, saw through his charade. She had his interest, whether she wanted it or not.




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"Christ, Andy what's the problem?" Andy met his gaze when he looked over his shoulder at her. "What the hell is it to you? I mean is it so impossible that I could have found someone?" She never once shifted her gaze from his, holding it intently until he turned forward. She said nothing more, not for the flight anyway. She knew Mason and knew that once he was mad, nothing would stop him until it ended with her in tears and him throwing everything back in her face. It always went that way.

When they arrived to Olympus, the Pagsus's hooves were barely on the pavement before Mason slid off its back. Then he promptly helped her down, whether she was ready to descend or not. Andy didn't fight it. There was no chance for her to walk away, Mason had a tight grasp of her arm before she could take a step. "I don't need to ask your permission to find a girl. Especially after what you did," he whispered, but the fury was there.

Andy used his hold on her hand to pull him closer to her, so that her whispers would only be heard by him. "I will not let you make a scene." She didn't explain why, he knew. That's all they needed was for them to have a screaming match on the doorstep of the Acropolis before the trail for his sister's murderer. Regardless of however mad he made her, she wouldn't make the chances for a just trial be ruined from his anger.

She started to walk away from the rest of the campers, turning around a corner so that they were not seen by anyone. Andy pivoted swiftly on her heels turning to face Mason. Before she spoke, her hands pressed to his chest pushing him angrily. "Why do you always do that!?" She didn't yell for hear of being over heard, but even in hushed tones her voice was still fierce. "You always always judge me for mistakes I made... And use it against me. You only care about the story you heard, not the truth... not my truth."

Andy took a step toward him so they were less than a foot apart, looking straight up into his eyes without falter. "I was drunk. It is not a valid excuse and I'm not making excuses for my behavior. But when I woke up... in that bed where he slept with those girls. I had a mental breakdown, Mason. I was on the floor crying because I couldn't believe what I just did. But you don't care. You only care that it happened."

Her hand trembled as she raised it to pinch the bridge of her nose, trying to keep herself calm. Andy was struggling to find the words and struggling even more not to shout. "I want you to be happy, genuinely, Mason. But that... harpy? Do you think I'm a fucking idiot? I know you, better than anyone and you looked more uncomfortable than me when she showed up. So don't you dare lie to me. Don't you dare!" She jabbed her index finger into his chest as she spoke. "I have never lied to you!"

"I can kiss, date and fuck whoever I want, however I want, wherever I want. Maybe at the next little party we have, I'll show you that." Andy took a step back, finally letting her gaze drift away from his. "Maybe you'll finally get some proper attention from your own boyfriend when Alex dies."

Without missing a beat, Andy's hand raised and slapped Mason straight across his face. It wasn't the pathetic theatrically slaps most ditzy girls did for attention, but a powerful one, hard enough to make her hand sting. The second after she did that, she took a step back with a gasp, shocked at his hurtful words and her own temper. "Damn it," she cursed under her breath as she looked away from him, trying to blink back tears.

"What do you want?" Whatever anger that was in her voice was gone. Andy was just trying to remain strong after his painful words, to hold onto what pride she still had. "What?" She finally looked back at him. "Do you want to hear the truth? That I am jealous? Yes, Mason... I am jealous. I have no right to be... But I am." Andy shrugged her shoulders, defeated. She didn't know what his goal was, to hurt her or get her to admit it. But, there is was.

"You're so hurtful... You know that? I wish it was that easy for you to say how you really feel." Andy had nothing else to say. She turned from him before he could see the tear fall down her cheek and walked a bit farther down the path, farther from everyone else. She wasn't ready to return to everyone else. With a sigh, she sat herself on a ledge surrounded an ornate flower bed. Her right leg bounced as she tried to calm herself, her gaze fixated on her hands as they fidgeted in her lap. This fight felt different... Like the aftermath would ruin everything. If Mason wanted nothing to do with her anymore, it wouldn't surprise her. Andy tried to keep a stiff upper lip, but when she thought she was alone it over came her. She quickly put her hand over her mouth to suppress her sobs.




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“I’m not sure I know what that means.” It was now obvious to Sloane that Pete had never been on a horse, probably had never even been this close to one. “I’m a city kid, we don’t do horses.”

"Back it is then," Sloane answered her own question before scooting up on the Pegasus. "I am... not a city kid," she replied as if that also was not evident.

Sloane helped Pete up onto the horse behind her, her hands outstretched slightly, prepared to steady him as he settled himself. "So just use your thighs," she said pointing to either one of his legs. "To grip the Pegasus. And uh... you then just hold onto me for support." She looked forward, bashful about actually speaking those words. She couldn't remember if she ever had to share a ride with someone else and she most definitely never had a man's arms around her... Unavoidable at that current moment.

“My life’s in your hands horse girl.”

"Don't worry," Sloane reassured them as they took flight up into the sky. She kept a firm yet loose hold on the mane of the Pegasus, being sure to keep the animal as steady and unchanging as possible. There was only so much she could do if either one of them lost their balance.

Once they were in flight and away from prying ears, Pete addressed the earlier conversation once more. “As a son of Hera, equating one’s deal to their parentage isn’t really sufficient in my book.” He was a persistent one, that was for sure.

Sloane was quiet for a long moment, before finally speaking up. "You and I both know that for our siblings, it is." She hadn't had the pleasure of speaking to his sister yet, but she saw some of her handiwork just moments ago. Of course, it was an assumption that the blonde was his sister... but two new campers, one tried to manipulate her to learn about her brother, they both arrive the same day? It was easy to connect those dots.

She didn't add anything further, letting them finish their flight in silence. Once they arrived in Olympus, Pete quickly looked as confused as he did when they left, the idea of descending the beast just as daunting. "Hold on," Sloane reassured him before she slid off the Pegasus's back. "Ok," She said as she turned back toward him. "Move this leg onto this side of the horse." She was on her tip toes, tapping the leg she mentioned with her fingertips before motioning her hand in guidance. "Now just slip off like a slide." Sloane held out both of her hands for him, if he wished for her aid.

When Pete had his own two feet on the ground, Sloane remained closer to him for just a moment. She looked up at him, holding his dark gaze as she spoke nearly too quiet to hear. "He's dangerous... You should stay away from him." She nodded her head and took a step back. "And if you were smart, you'd stay away from me too." Sloane trailed after the other campers, running her fingers through her hair as she attempted to fix what the wind messed up. She hoped her words of caution were enough. If anyone was smart they'd stay away from her brother, but she couldn't very well wear a shirt saying her brother was bad news. That'd only end badly for her.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos

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Eve watched the cat fight go down out of the corner of her eye, no surprise at Trinity taking the starring role. What an attention hog. The truly shocking part was that Eve had been pleasantly minding her own business when it all went down, turns out they didn’t even need her to turn on each other like savages. Though she wondered what all the fuss was about.

She was wondering how to find out, when the tall, blonde and handsome beside her spoke, capturing her attention. "Iliana is my adopted sister. We are close, but not in the way you're implying.” Of course, like the bore he was, he ignored all her innuendos and cut straight to the point.

She rolled her eyes, and fought a grimace. Honestly, she would have left him the moment their monstrous mount touched down if he wasn’t so good looking. Playing with him was no fun. “And I suppose you’re too boring to dapple in a spot of adoptive-incest?”

Again he ignored her more outrageous comment, and she felt like stripping naked just to get a reaction out of the guy. Instead though he continued on, answering her earlier comment. “And I merely respect my mother's orders. Do you follow your parent's orders?"

Eve barely took in his words as her eyes tracked movement to off to her left, Mason and Andy looking very disgruntled disappeared around the a corner. Now that was a conversation she’d eat her left foot to overhear. “Wouldn’t know, don’t got any.” She answered airily, a truthful answer though, she didn’t consider that pathetic family who housed her and her bother as parents, nor did she follow their orders. Hera was a mother of sorts, but she’d never bothered with Eve enough to give any commands. “That's why I had more fun than you did growing up.” And there was the lie. A large chunk of Eve's childhood consisted of fending for herself and Pete, receiving a cold shoulder from both her father and step mother.

Eyes on the resulting chaos of the fight Eve decided her next course of action and she looked back at the blonde with a flirty grin. She grabbed his hand, rubbing the palm on his hand with her thumb, making sure she had physical contact before using her magic. “Be a doll, go over there,” She nodded towards where the fight had taken place, “and find out what happened for me.”

What that command, she dropped his hand and skulked over to where Andy and Mason had disappeared. Hiding around the corner, manipulating the shadows to help hide her presence, she got there just in time to hear the tail end of their conversation. And she wasn’t the only one either as Ajax stormed past her all furious and thundery. "Maybe it would be easier if you were both honest for once." Eve stepped further into the shadows, as he stormed back out the way he came, not noticing her.

The moment Andy’s footsteps faded from hearing, Eve popped out from around the corner, walking towards Mason’s back. “Yikes, looks like that didn’t go too well,” She said to him as she slinked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Trapping him before he could go after Andy. “Don’t worry, I’d be happy to fix it for you,” She whispered into his ear and with a laugh she released him, but not before planting a kiss on the side of his neck.

She danced away from him, in the direction that Andy had taken. She wore an amused smirk as her eyes wandered further down the path. “Did your poor precious heart skip a bit when she said the J word?” She held a mocking hand over her own heart as she stepped back towards Mason, her other hand reaching to his to make physical contact. Then she used her words to influence his, “Be honest.”





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“Hold on,” Sloane told him, and that was when Pete realised he still hand an arm clamped tightly around her midsection even though they were now firmly on the ground. He let her go and she slid from the horse, all grace and composure. He wondered where she did grow up if not the city, was she a country kid surrounded by lands and horses?

He listened to all her instructions with a grim nod. "Now just slip off like a slide." He looked down at her for a moment before deciding he had to get down one way or another, and doing it in the hold of a pretty girl wasn’t the worst way.

So he grabbed her outstretched hands and slipped of the great big beast. "I swear I'm good at plenty of other things," He muttered as he moved. He landed on two feet which was good, but he was also a little too close to Sloane for comfort, however she didn’t move away, and he didn’t drop her hands.

"He's dangerous... You should stay away from him." Her voice barely seemed audible, but Pete heard the words and understood their meaning. Their moment of shared secrets was broken as she backed away from him, and he dropped her hands. His eyes, without his permission, flicked over to where her brother helped a red-headed girl from an identical horse. Dangerous. He didn’t doubt her words, he could feel the fear and conviction in her voice.

Before he could respond though she was out of his presence, leaving behind simply, "And if you were smart, you'd stay away from me too."

He watched her go as she fell in line with the other campers, already sure he’d approach her again sometimes soon, just to prove that you couldn’t tell him what to do. Pete chewed over this new piece of information about Sylas, he already knew he was bad news but to hear it confirmed in such sinister tones. Eris was the goddess of discord, if Pete recalled correctly. His sister would love that.

Finally moving along, Pete wandered past Alex’s classically handsome bodyguard from the main hall. With a smirk he wandered up to the bigger man, deliberately cutting in next to him, to bump shoulders with him. “Hey, it’s you!” Pete said with a faked smile, as if he’d run into an old high school friend at the supermarket.

“Aren’t you supposed to be off shagging a certain something?” He gave him a wide grin as if the two of them were sharing an inside joke. It wasn’t until that moment that he realised, Sloane fearing her own brother's danger really pissed him off. And he was happy to pass it on, after all old habits are hard to break. "Didn't I give you an order soldier boy?"