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Sylas Astor

The Deceiver

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a character in “Camp Athens II”, originally authored by mjolnir, as played by RolePlayGateway

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xxxS Y L A S x A S T O R
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"Who doesn't love a little chaos?"
- sylas astor




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n i c k n a m e s x // x Sy

a g e x // xnineteen

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 // xmoscow, russia

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

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






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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x6' 2"

w e i g h t x // x165 lbs

h a i r x // xUsually kept at a decent length, Sylas' brunette hair is always coiffed or styled in a more sophisticated manner. He never allows it to grow too long or be seen unruly.

e y e s x // xUnlike his sister, Sylas as deep rich green eyes. They have similar flecks of gold throughout. Although the color is soft, his eyes are harsh showing a glimpse of the chaos within.

o d d i t i e s x // xSimilarly to Sloane, Sylas has no tattoos, piercings or scars that blemish his body. He is without oddities of the physical persuasion, though that doesn't count for much. Unlike his sister, Sylas can flip his accent on and off like a switch. Whenever he is around others, it's like his accent is gone. But, when talking to his sister, it seeps back in.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xSylas is attractive, to say the least. Of course, it is not a pretty boy or typical appeal but the oddness in his appearance is part of his appeal. He has a striking gaze that is seductive, inviting while also intimidating, usually looking like he is either undressing you with his eyes, or planning your murder. He has a charming smile that occasionally borders on sadistic. His build is tall and slender, but still muscular but not in the meat head kind of way. Sylas carries himself with confidence and poise, like a man with the world on a string. His handsome and charming appearance is misleading, deceiving almost anyone into thinking he is just another guy.






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I N G E N I U M
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c h a o s x m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Sylas does not compare to his sister in mastery of their abilities. Although he can manipulate chaos, he doesn't have the same level of control as she does. Whenever he is emotional, it seems to ooze from him into those around him without his knowledge or control.

e m o t i o nx m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Of all of his abilities, this is the one that he excels the most at. He is able to extort negative emotions in another and amplify them slowly, without the other's knowledge.

i n v o k e x v i o l e n c e x // x Sylas does not use this ability as much as one would think. Instead, he prefers to effect the repressed emotions, letting them boil to the surface and evolve however they may.


m a n i p u l a t e x p r e c e i v e d x r e a l i t y x // x Sylas has effectively done this only a handful of times in his life, and struggles with it greatly. Instead, he usually relies on Sloane to do this for him.


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d e c e p t i o n x // x No one realizes it when he is doing it, and no one ever will. Sylas has an entire persona that makes him seem as simple and ordinary as the other gents at camp.

c o m b a t x // x With an expensive education, Sylas was educated in the art of fencing and martial arts. Even though he is lanky, he can pack quite the punch and hold his own in battle.

m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Sylas can mold people like putty in his hands. He reas micro movements like a book. HIs sensory knowledge of others emotions guides him, allowing him to say and do the perfect things to get people to bend to his desires.



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s l o a n e x // x Not in the way that you'd expect. Sure, he cares for his sister but her over all neutrality in chaotic arts holds him back. On a regular basis he has to motivate her to do what they were made to do, cause chaos.

h i s x e m o t i o n s x // x Unlike Sloane, Sylas doesn't have the poise or control over himself, his abilities or emotions. Whenever he gets more emotional his abilities go haywire and emit from him into those around him, causing their own negative emotions to rise.

h i s x e g o x // x Sylas was raised with the image in his head to follow in his father's footsteps, someday taking up the mantle of ruling over Russia. His been raised with an inflated self esteem, sense of purpose and ego. Because of that Sylas is unbelievably competitive, stubborn and narcissistic.



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w e a k n e s s x // x Sylas is determined to be seen as the best, in all aspects, including in comparison to his sister. He knows she is more powerful that him, but refuses to be seen as inferior.

e r i s ' x d i s a p p r o v a l x // x His mother took Sloane away to raise as a prodigy because she didn't have the thirst for chaos like he did. He's always fought and strived for his mother's approval, and is terrified to lost that.

d e a t h x // x Plain and simple. He loves himself and has no intentions of leaving this world anytime soon.





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
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Sylas knows what he wants and will go to any means to achieve it. But in a nutshell, he just wants to watch the world burn. He is, in so many ways, just like Eris. He’s never been one to play fair, but manipulate and deceive his way to where he wants to be. He feeds on peoples’ strife, enjoying nothing more than watching those around him crumble. He’s a master manipulator and liar, calculating each and every move of those around him. There is always and ulterior motive going on behind his sly smile and magnetic voice.

Deception is a language to Sylas, and he is fluent. He’s outward appearance a permanent façade he wears like a grand charade. The best part of the game is when the villain is hidden in plain sight, right under everyone’s nose, and that is Sylas. He walks, talks and acts like you’re everyday cocky, seductive male. He has a magnetism that lures people towards him. He befriends easily, and seduces easier still. But true intentions lie nowhere behind his words. Deceit is his game and he is a master.

It easily said that Sylas is arrogant. He’s good and he knows it. He is the best, and if he weren’t you damn well better believe he’d make sure he is again. Sylas has a superiority complex that is always hungry. Allowing anyone to be better than him is not an option. He knows he has an ego, and continues to feed it. His confidence turns heads, and you’d think it’d be off putting, but most tend to find him more attractive for it.

With his inflated self-esteem and constant manipulation to get to the top, he is also an avid patriarch. Sylas believes men are superior to women. It is a man’s world, and the world is his oyster. Power and authority belong to men and especially him. Women should know their place and remain there. Nothing pushes him over the edge more than a woman who questions or contradicts him… Especially when it’s Sloane. The man is right. No, means yes. And yes, means more.






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H I S T O R I A R U M


Vladislav Astor, a legend in Sylas’ eyes. He has always respected and looked up to his father like he was a God among men. After all, he did win the heart of Goddess. It takes a spectacle of a man to garner that kind of attention for his achievements. A politician with eye for what the world could be like. Some saw him as a tyrant, others a visionary. He wormed his way into the Russian office before anyone noticed the radical changes the man intended. Now at a seat of power too high for anyone to touch.

His cunning agenda and mastery of slow burn chaos definitely caught Eris’ attention. But of course, Vladislav didn’t think about his own chaos she could invoke… That being in the form of children. In his eyes though, they weren’t children but legacies. Someone to continue on the family name, and the power he fought so hard for. But, unfortunately for him, not everything could go his way. If he had a choice he’d only have sons, but the universe did not favor him that time.

Vladislav, when he did dote upon his children, it was almost exclusively Sylas. He took his boy with him everywhere, grooming him into a politician’s son since he was walking. Sylas had such a natural knack for creating chaos, and deceit. How often did he break the rules, trash the house or anything else and pawn it off on Sloane? Since a toddler, he had the world wrapped around his finger.

So, it was no surprise that Vladislav sent Sloane away with her mother, to try and mold the girl to be more like himself and Sylas. Plus, politics was no place for a woman. For years, Vladislav taught Sylas the ins and outs of everything. How to walk, talk, dress and act. A master at deception, creating an elaborate façade for the world to snake his way to anything he wanted.

Once Vladislav reached true power, it was decided that having his son at his side was no longer a priority. With new power comes new enemies, or that’s the way he worded it. Sylas and his sister were sent to Camp Athens for their own safety. It’d give them a chance to live out of the country where people wouldn’t be trying to make a hit against Vladislav, but potentially also give the Astors a chance to hone their abilities and potentially rise to the top of a new totem pole. The demigods.





h e x c o d e x // x #064C4B x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x bill skarsgård x // x c r e a t o r x // x Scar.- x // x c s x // x Scar.-

So begins...

Sylas Astor's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson 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: Mateo Lopez
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“Have you tried it?” Wes chuckled. He parted his lips to answer, but she continued on before he could answer. “Fine, fine. I get it. The power of passion is dangerous.” He followed closely behind Trinity as she made her way toward the hall. “How would the primitive daughter to the god of war possibly be able to cope with lust?”

Wes shook his head, entering the hall behind her. "I didn't say that," he corrected her as grabbed himself a bagel and some bacon. With his plate in had, he moved beside her as she prepared her cereal. "I don't want to alter your emotions... What if I couldn't undo it?" Wes didn't like the thought of manipulating her emotions in any way. What if he accidentally made her devoted to himself? Even if he had her love, it wouldn't true or honest. He thought meddling in someone's emotions is an invasion of privacy and freedom. He only resorts to it in times of need.

“But you can point love and desire in a direction?” Wes nodded is head in acknowledgement. “That's how you made the giant chase those stonemen last year. So what if you...” Then Trinity trailed off when she looked to where his right arm used to exist. She sighed and pressed her tongue to her cheek.

Wes sighed. It was one time he wished he had his other arm because he wanted to wrap it around Trinity. But a nudge to her shoulder would have to do. "Hey... It doesn't bother me, what happened," he said wiggling his right shoulder barren an arm. "You can talk about it. I won't spontaneously combust." He followed her toward Andy's table, but continued on with his conversation. "And yes, I did use it for the giant. But that's because it was going after Andy," he said motioning his plate toward the brunette as he sat down at her table beside Trin. "Battle is different than messing with someone's free will for no reason."

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Once breakfast was over, the teams started to gather up. Wes was on Trinity's team and honestly, he had no idea if that was a good thing or not. After all it was just a training exercise, but Trin had power and ability. She didn't need to be worried about him and what others might do to him... Although, he knew better than that. So, instead of trying to give his opinion, he simply stood by and listened to Duke's plan of action. Seemed like sound logic to him.

"Looks like I won't be your burden today Blondie. You're on offense... And I'm... Whatever the middle is." He chuckled, nudging her slightly. That's alright. Wes would probably be one of the first people knocked out anyways.

When Duke mentioned Daniel... Or Keith, Wes just founded himself staring at him like an idiot. He leaned his head down next to Trinity's and whispered in her ear. "Uhhh... When did this happen? Does Andy know?" He sighed, scratching his head. He guessed they'd figure out eventually. Instead of speaking up or anything else, Wes just decided to hang back and do whatever everyone else told him to do. In the end he was a liability. An Aphrodite kid with one arm and no ability to fight wasn't worth much in battle.

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"Thank you! Finally someone gets it! I know I'm pretty but I haven't been spending my time doing my hair and flossing my teeth and solely thinking of ways to kill them." Mason threw up his hands. It was apparent that he appreciated the fact that Sylas saw things on a similar level to him. It made him chuckle. Well he was definitely glad to see that they were on the same page when it came to plan of approach. Sylas could be helpful with the whole stab, stab too. But, where he really flourished was with manipulation.

"I wouldn't mind dying to make a point. Providing old Pops brings me back."

Sylas leaned forward slightly, scratching his chin with his thumb. "If you could guarantee you'd be brought back... That's not a terrible idea." The ideas start churning in his head. He made sure to lower his voice, leaning forward slightly more to be extra certain. "What if... A Valis killed you?" After a moment he looked up. "What if... Ajax killed you? Andy and Trinity's allegiance would be yours, without question. Especially if you came back. Ms. Bolton wouldn't forgive Ajax. Having a witch on your side? That's a strong ally to have."

A staff member gained their attention enough to talk about an extreme capture the flag game. Full on hand to hand contact and combat. This definitely intrigued Sylas, and no doubt it intrigued Mason as well. It was almost like he could see the wheels turning in the Hades child's mind. "Is the boy next door facade still staying on in the heat of competition?"

Sylas smirked. "I guess you'll find out if we come face to face... Now won't we?"

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Sylas joined his team, indifferent about many of the people on it. Of course, Ajax would be good to start working his magic on currently. Trinity and Duke could be good to start turning against the Valises, per Mason's wishes. Most of the rest of them seemed fairly useless. Other than this... Keith. He was getting a lot of weird looks from seasoned campers which peaked his interest. And apparently a son of Hecate. Interesting? Maybe Andy wasn't the player they needed after all. But Andy's emotional ties to Mason would be far more useful than some no body.

He stood by patiently listening through Duke's game plan. Sylas saw issues with it, in multiple areas. But, he wasn't going to argue. He didn't particularly care if he was on the winning team. As long as he kicked ass, that's all that mattered to him. But when he heard that Duke intended him to... To flank? And be defensive and go for the flag, Sylas stiffened at the thought. He waited patiently until Duke's whole pep talk was done.

Then Sylas cleared his throat and raised his hand. "I just wanted to add... I have extensive knowledge and training in combat, in particular fencing and martial arts. I feel sending me after the flag and staying fairly hidden or defensive would not benefit the team... Also considering that I can induce violence and chaos, turning the other team against themselves. I believe I belong on the front lines with you, Trinity and Ajax." Honestly, if he were told otherwise, he probably wouldn't listen when the time came. But, he's more useful in the middle of everything. He's more useful to Mason and himself close to Ajax.




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Andy perked up where she sat seeing Trinity and Wes come to join her. She smiled toward them through her bite of the banana. Trin took the seat across from her. “Hey,” she said as she made room for Wes beside her. “Where's company?” Then she nodded her head to the empty seat beside Andy like there should be someone there who isn't.

Andy rolled her eyes, then took a bite of her cereal. "You know, it's not like we're attached at the hip." She took an aggressive bite of her banana. As she chewed her sarcastic facade seemed to vanish slowly until she was almost frowning. "It's complicated," Andy finally said, looking between Trin and Wes. "I'll tell you about it after training." She then looked down at her bowl of cereal, stirring her food around with her spoon but didn't know what else to say.

Luckily, before she had to try to find something to say to change the atmosphere of the table, one of the staff members proceeded to announce the training event. Intense capture the flag, that started immediately. She couldn't help but laugh when she heard the teams, shaking her head slightly. "Looks like I'll be seeing you all on the battle field." Of course, Andy would have preferred being on Trinity's team. They could have kicked major ass together... But, something about the idea of going against her was almost as enticing.

"Yeah, she's stuck with me. Hell of a trade," Wes joked looking between the two girls.

Andy pushed off the table and moved to her feet. With a snap of her fingers, her casual clothes quickly changed to her battle attire with armor and a bandana around her head of her team's color. She smirked at her friends. "Oh, shoot... You guys don't have armor," she said pursing her lips with a mocking smile. "That sucks." She grabbed up her trash from breakfast and then patted her free hand on the table. "Good luck guys. I hope, for your sakes, I don't come across you all on the battlefield." With that, she gave them a wink then went to find her team.

On her way to her team, Andy stopped behind Mason as he stood to leave his table and grabbed his shoulders. "Sorry to interrupt gentleman. Sylas, do you mind if I steal my teammate? We have scheming to do." She grinned mischievously, tapping her fingers along his shoulders.

"By all means," Sylas smiled, motioning toward them. "Maybe with the two of you working together, I'll finally get a fair fight."

Andy laughed. "Cocky. I like him," she said to Mason. "Sounds like Mr. Astor hasn't seen us in action. But that's alright, there's always a good view on your back." She gave Mason a pat on his shoulders and as she did so his casual clothes changed into battle gear. Was that technically fair to give herself and her teammates armor? Maybe not. But, they did say she could use her powers... So. Armor for her teammates it is.

Without any further objections, Andy grabbed Mason's arm and pulled him along with her. She knew this was going to be an interesting development with Alex on their team. But she made the decision that if they went at capture the flag as a pair, they could really do some damage. In and out in a jiffy. "So here's my thought. Since I have magic... What if I distract them but running straight into the heat of things, while you flank from the shadows and snatch up their colors? Unless you have a better plan of attack."




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Sloane saw the camp staff member making his way toward the hall and something inside her told her that she needed to be there. She quickly shoved her journal back into her bag and climbed down the tree. She made her way into the hall just in time to hear what the staff member had to say about the capture the flag game. She couldn't help the sinking feeling she felt in her gut at the thought. Sloane was by no means a fighter and would most definitely be knocked out rather quickly.

Her gaze drifted over to Dom's when she heard his name and then her own. Both on the Spartan team. She didn't quite know if she was worried or relieved that she wasn't on her brother's team. But, she'd take the opportunity to get some separation where she could get it. Sloane swerved through the campers until she reached Dom. She gave him a shy smile. "It uh... Looks like we're on the same team." She sighed, rocking back and forth on her heels. "I apologize in advanced. I couldn't protect myself if I tried... And I'm not particularly dressed for combat," she added looking down at her attire.

It seemed just as she said that, Andy walked past her. Without a word from the veteran camp member, Andy simply tapped Sloane's shoulder. The change rushed over her like a wave of warmth. When she looked back down, she saw herself in more combat appropriate attire, including team colors and all. Sloane glanced over her shoulder to thank Andy, giving her a weak smile in appreciation. She then looked back toward Dom, giving a weak smile. "Ok, well... I'll still get knocked out just as easily no matter how I'm dressed."

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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: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas
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"Nooo, that would ruin both our nights." He chuckled. "You don't want my big feet stepping on your little fairy ones." Alex laughed. She could picture that scene so well. "But if you wanted to dance for future reference there are children of Apollo. They are gifted in music and I assume rhythm. There will be a lot less foot stepping. And you could always dance on your own." He pointed out and shrugged. That was true. She didn't need a partner, she could have easily torn that dance floor up with her own little moves. Still, the thought of being close to Duke for just one song at least was a nice one.

"That's very true. Dancing alone is still a lot of fun, so I don't mind the gentle rejection." she teased.

He led her to a table after that. "So have you heard the camp's plans? Capture the flag. How do you think you'll go?" Duke inquired resting an arm on the table and leaning forward to get Alex's soul-bearing answer.

She had the urge to quickly lean in, plant a kiss to those lips of his, but it wouldn't have been the right moment. Wouldn't have felt special for either of them. "Honestly!? not very well. I mean, I'll be fine," she quickly added. "I'll absolutely love every second of it, but I think you and my brother will be much better than anything I decide to do. I was thinking about going all Assassin. At first, I thought I could use my flying, but that wouldn't really be fair on those who can't, so I decided to stun anyone who gets too close." she cringed. Her brain didn't work well when it came to tactics. She hated the feeling of disappointing Duke with her answer, especially since it looked like he was waiting for some explosion of fine art to pour out of her mouth. A child of Ares, Artemis, or Athena.. they were the artists of tactics, war strategy, and wisdom. "I'm sorry, I... I'm never good at this stuff," she confessed.




Image Later that morning, Alex side glanced in Mason's direction, anticipating the announcement of which team he'd be part of. The second he was put into her team, Alex twisted her jaw and looked away as her nostrils flared a little. Still, Mason was better than having that Sylas guy on the team. She didn't trust him one bit since she had noticed him getting cozy with the prince of the underworld.

Once The Spartans were out of the Trojans earshot, and sight, she listened closely to Theo's plan. She honestly thought the plan was well thought out. Better than anything she would have cooked up.

Using the water was the best part. Nothing too aggressive, but giving the other team a bit of a challenge to get that red flag of theirs. "Couldn't have said it any better," she complimented Theo. Alaric's announcement was perfect, had Alex feeling excited, and nervous at the same time. The beasts wouldn't be much of a problem. She hoped. They looked strong, vicious and highly dangerous. "I just want to add. No doubt others will want to take out the beasts, but we could use them couldn't we? Mason," saying his name felt like acid on her tongue, poison in her throat. "He could tame the beasts, or would that be considered as cheating? I mean, Alaric did say we can use our powers."

Once everything was decided, Alex headed off in one direction, scaling the buildings so she was high up for a good viewpoint. She wanted to plan out her path towards the other team players while remaining out of sight for the time being. The Spartans needed to set up the rock formation with the water frozen around their flag, and the others needed to get into their positions before they could push forward while the others hang back to protect the flag.






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AJAX VALIS
SON OF ZEUS
Team Trojans
Hex: Green
It wasn't too long before Ajax made his way back to the camp. Going to the moirai was a bad idea after all. No doubt now it would be his fault if Hades managed to take Mount Olympus from his father, and endangering everyone else's Godly parents. How the hell was he going to explain this to everyone? he could have spoken about his plans to all of them, but no, he just wandered off alone to carry the burdens as usual.

He kicked the steel bucket that sat near the Camps well, causing it to hit one of the center trees. The steel now indented. Most things that went wrong in this place, was because of a Valis because they took action without thinking things through.

Ajax made his way into the hall, but he didn't head to the front. Instead, he kept himself right at the back where no one could see him while Alaric dived into the ins and outs of the game. He then followed his team, and as Duke laid out an excellent plan and gave Ajax direct instructions to push up ahead with their brute force, Ajex looked around, but not directly at the team. His gaze was looking around at their feet. "I'll hang back, just in case any stragglers get through." he knew that wouldn't sound like him because he would have quickly grabbed the chance to show off his abilities in an event like this, but he couldn't let them know anything was wrong. Not yet.

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"You know, it's not like we're attached at the hip," Andy remarked quite sassily. And while they weren't, they did look to be having certain fun last night so she just especially figured..."It's complicated. I'll tell you about it after training."

Uh-oh. Trinity nodded understandingly.

"Sorry to interrupt. I've just got a quick question for you Trinity. You up for a run tomorrow morning? We're both here, and well just doesn't seem right to not know anything about my half sister, ya know?"

Part of her was compelled to jump right out of her seat and stand to attention for her half-brother but that might have been weird. “Hundred per cent,” Trinity assured with a nod and just as she was about to gesture for him to sit, a staff member strode into the Hall.

The more Alaric spoke, the more she was enthused. In days like so, Trinity admired camp for its lively and challenging nature. It had been what felt like forever since there was some ultimate challenge. And a team one at that. Something that tested them physically and mentally.

"Looks like I'll be seeing you all on the battle field."

"Yeah, she's stuck with me. Hell of a trade."

Trinity bumped her elbow into him and smiled. Then Andy snapped her fingers and was in battle gear. "Oh, shoot... You guys don't have armor. That sucks. Good luck guys. I hope, for your sakes, I don't come across you all on the battlefield."

Once she was out of sight and ear range, Trinity scowled. “Bloody witches.” Then her gaze flickered back to Elias. “Hope you bring your A game, champ. I honestly look forward to seeing what you can do.” Maybe Elias could mirror her own potential.

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Trinity was so immersed in the plan of action by Duke, she felt his logic made sense providing you drew the lines and reasoning together for yourself. Granted, half of it probably would be improvised.

"Looks like I won't be your burden today Blondie. You're on offense... And I'm... Whatever the middle is." He gave her a nudge and chuckled.

She rolled her eyes playfully and bumped him back. “I'm bait, Wesley Preston and the middle is good.” Trinity spoke Duke's language. The middle could be offensive and defensive forces.

Also due to being immersed in all things war and winning, Daniel’s existence didn’t hit her radar until Wes appeared in her ear. "Uhhh... When did this happen? Does Andy know?"

Trinity looked around then saw the source and cocked her head. How subdued he was, the glasses…but that face! She couldn’t help but frown and stare. “He would have mentioned something if he had a twin, right?” Trinity glanced up to Wes questioningly then back to this Keith.

Slowly she tore her eyes away from him and back to the group as Sylas piped up. That's why he wants you behind the scenes, she rebutted in her head with a scowl. Then Ajax with the most disarming of statements. "I'll hang back, just in case any stragglers get through."

She waited for his change of heart but it didn't come. Trinity's eyes darted back to Duke, almost feeling guilty to announce her views now. “I'm happy to push forward as my primary role, and I will do it, but I'd also like to be a spare. Go where I'm needed you know.” Trinity gestured towards Wes with her head and grinned, immediately patting him on the back.

“Also, as a bit of a forewarning, some of the reds are equipped with light armor but even through armor there's weakness,” she assured her team. “And I know from experience a few of them like to take vantage points so it should go without saying but be mindful where you are.”

Trinity wrapped her color around her like a buckle then held another blue out for Wes. “Where do you want it?” As she tied it around him, Trinity spoke. “Seriously though, Wes, use your powers and be an ass because people won't give you the same mercy.” Trinity felt defeated even telling him that. He could be a stubborn one even when his moral code had no place on the battlefield. “If they're in red, they're the enemy,” she muttered aloud her own logic that probably did nothing to likes of Wes. She grabbed his chin. “Don't make me have to give you rage,” she teased. She just wanted him to look after himself to the best of his ability.

Before Trinity headed her separate ways from the team, Trinity grabbed Ajax’s shoulder but looked beyond him, painting the picture that they were talking no more than battle strategy or casual. “You okay, you seem kind of out of it?”
She asked lowly.

Evidently something was the matter but it just came down to whether he wanted to share or not. Trinity looked longingly to her calling of the vast vegetation that she had to travel to get to the Spartans base. “I got to go but...stand strong.”
Trinity rose a fist mid air then started covering the ground she lost.



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An announcement had never filled her with such joy. Normally they were long winded, boring, or on the topic of an incident or welcoming speech but it was capture the flag along with the teams and guidelines.

“See ya on the flip side.”
She saluted to Mateo beaming, and without losing a beat headed to the Spartans base.

Once there, it was Theo that took the reins when she expected a plan to come from Alex or Lise. But the Son of Artemis..it was a nice curveball especially when he spoke such strategy and edge. Harley saluted when he gave her her role. She could definitely make heads spin. Now she was just itching to put that plan in effect alongside her teammates.

When they were all on the same page, Harley didn't waste time darting off and neither did Alex which she assumed would be her complementing pair. Harley had lost the brunette regrettably but no matter, Harley was quite capable of being an independent scout and she could always speed back and forth to tell their defensive line how things were looking or if she found that blue flag. Just then her foot landed on something and before the rope could seize her by the ankle she skipped out of it just in time.

Handsome director Alaric neglected to mention there were traps laying about. But Harley found it all the more exciting. She grinned wickedly and sped off to see what else she could find.



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After smugly enjoying her specially made breakfast, a higher member of camp entered the hall and took over the show. Unfortunately a dreadful announcement came from such a handsome face. However, it did spike her intrigue.

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Any feeling of content, peace, even the mundane and boredom was erased in seconds as she lay eyes on a particular male with glasses. Evelyn felt like time stopped around her, there was no air, no space, everything seemed to drop, including her heart. It wasn't because he was good looking, though he was a fine specimen, but it was her instincts that plummeted and knotted at the same time.

Evelyn restrained herself from approaching him however, it was too hard to identify what her instincts were alerting her to. It wasn't bad like when she locked eyes with Eris's son and Hades child, but it was unsettling. Evelyn would remain at distance to observe him some more for now, who he mingled with or who approached him and gain more of a sense from there. She wasn't dumb enough to walk into the void of the unknowing. Besides, the game required her attention and Duke wanted her as a secret weapon. To become and serve as a shadow player. So that is what she would do.

Only after she voiced her own idea for an edge. “Can we join hands for a moment or touch? It’s not to pray, I promise you.”

Evelyn touched the closest team members on their upper arms. Those that did link up were so rewarded with heightened senses aside from touch and taste. She found when those senses were manipulated it made people paranoid or in a state of awe, it served as only a distraction and presently they needed focus. With their hearing, sight and smell peaked they could be more attuned to danger. Building on what Trinity informed them to - the armor and vantage points, it seemed they could use it.

“I don’t know much about war strategy but I think we have a strong team to use misdirection to our advantage.” Evelyn wasn't exactly sure what she could do yet, but in the moment, she had a feeling she'd know how to tip the scales in the blues favor.

Once the meeting of sorts was adjourned she trudged her way out wide.

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Emery had no idea why Theo had needed her to act as go-between. It was clear that Gwen found him cute, and they seemed to be getting along well, if a little nervous. She let Theo slap her on the back without any complaint, then busied herself finishing the rest of her breakfast, tuning out from their conversation.

A piercing whistle pulled her from her own thoughts, and she raised her head, fixing her attention on Alaric as he announced the teams for capture the flag. Emery grinned brightly when the list of the Trojans was read out, holding her hand up to Gwen for a high five. "I hope you're all awake, because time starts now."

"Sweet! Sorry you're not with us, Theo." She turned to her brother, turning her deer-in-the-headlights look up to ten. "Take it easy on us, okay? Then we can kick your ass faster." Just as quickly, the wide-eyed look disappeared, replaced by a wicked grin. "Come on, Gwen!"

After depositing her used cutlery at the collection point, Emery joined the rest of the Trojans at their base, grabbing a blue bandanna and tying it around her wrist as she listened to Duke plan a strategy. "Emery, Seung-min, Sylas, and Evelyn, you're our secret weapons. Aim for the Spartans' flag. Avoid of the heat of the battle if you can, use evasive or defensive techniques."

She had no complaint with that - it was a fairly sound strategy, given what they were working with. Looking around at the other three, she thought they'd be pretty good at their assigned roles. Maybe she could ask Sylas if he wanted to pair up, they could have each other's back - "I believe I belong on the front lines with you, Trinity and Ajax." Well, there went her plans. Emery frowned to herself. Given his abilities, maybe he wouldn't be the best at the front - he didn't seem as physically able as either of the frontliners.

But that was his choice, she supposed. Turning to Gwen, she touched her friend lightly on the arm to get her attention. "Hey. Guess I'll be seeing you later. Hopefully when we're standing victorious over the Spartans' slain and defeated number.." Smiling to show she was only joking, Emery moved to stand near Evelyn, just as the redhead spoke up requesting physical contact. Figuring it couldn't hurt, Emery reached out to hold Evelyn's hand, making note of how everything seemed a little brighter and clearer.

Then Evelyn left on her own, which meant only Emery and Seung-min remained. Come to think of it, a Hermes kid could be helpful to her too.

"Do you want to pair up? If you can transport people we could move fairly quickly - and I'm good with a weapon so I could cover you. Provided we find any weapons." She paused. Her fingers itched to curl around a knife or bow. She'd even settle for a makeshift spear. And therein lay her weakness - while still adept at physical combat, she wouldn't really be working at her best without a weapon. "Well. Even if I can't get one, I can heal and I'm good at tracking. It might not be hard to find their flag if we can look at how they're defending and find the center. And be fast, of course."

She began heading towards the woods, walking backwards so she was still facing Seung-min. "So what say you and I get out of this place and go defeat some demigods?"


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Some hours later Ji-hyun finally deigned it time to roll out of bed and swap his clothes out for a much more practical outfit, reluctantly folding his overlarge sweater and leaving it at the foot of his bed. It was so soft, and so warm. The woods would be awful.

Just as he'd pulled his shirt over his head, a light tap came at the door. He reached out and opened it, tugging his shirt down over his stomach.

"Areum! Good morning."

It was weird, having a sister. Ji-hyun's experiences with siblings were formed with his brother, all teasing jibes and throwing things at each other's head. Usually they were rougher with each other - looking at Areum all dainty, Ji-hyun supposed she probably wasn't expecting any of the same treatment.

Upon remembering his brother, a small stab of pain shot through his chest. Ji-ha would have loved having a sister, another sibling to love and take care of.

Ji-hyun put that thought away carefully. It wouldn't help to dwell on the past, and anyway here Areum was, right now.

"Are you going down to breakfast? Thanks for coming to get me." He shut the door behind him, stepping out into the sunlight. Already it was irritating, too warm and too dry outside, and he could imagine it would only get worse as the day progressed.

He didn't say much as they walked down to the dining hall, trying to let Areum have the space to talk. Once they'd reached the hall, he pulled out a chair for her. "I'll grab some food for us, what do you want to eat?" he offered. His breakfast was simple, the same thing he ate almost every morning since arriving at camp - an omelette, a croissant, and a strong cup of tea.

Placing the food gently on the table, he slid in opposite Areum. "So how are you finding camp so far? I'd wager we don't experience it the same way, say, Ares or Zeus kids do. All this running around and mock battling." He rolled his eyes, exaggerating the expression. It wasn't really a complaint. He wasn't suffering, and if some physical activity was what he had to do to find people like him... it was a trade he didn't mind so much.

And speaking of people like him... "What are the odds we're both Korean, huh? Come this far, join a camp of people with different godly heritage - and it turns out there's a whole handful of us from the same home country." He chuckled dryly. The difference was, she was a rich kid from the city, and he was just an orphan from the countryside, barely able to care for his remaining relative. "Do you miss home?"

Having finished his breakfast as he listened to Areum, he tilted the almost-empty teacup this way and that, offering it to his sister. "Shall I read your fortune? It's a little party trick I've been practicing."

Before he could follow through with the offer, though, a camp facilitator entered and began rattling off a list of teams and rules. Ji-hyun groaned quietly, smiling as he set the cup down. "They've set us on different teams, huh? Well. I hope we don't have to engage each other in combat anytime soon. Have fun." So saying, he reached out to touch the back of Areum's hand gently, then left to join his team.

Listening to strategies being shared around, he began to get an idea of what he had to do. Defense wasn't such a bad position, and he could use his abilities that way too. "I might have some trouble holding my own against Ajax or Trinity, but I could suggest that they take it easy on us, if they get too close. And the beasts can't harm us if they're asleep." He held up a hand and wiggled his fingers, surprising himself by grinning wickedly. "Kalani, I think I could help you with that."

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Image Andy grabbed him, gave him some armor and pretty soon they were off to the planning phase. Andy, Theo and himself all had the same idea for him, basically being to flank and use the shadows to his advantage so at least they didn't expect anything outrageous of him. In turn, Mason repaid their non-stupid ideas with silence, unlike Alex. "Couldn't have said it any better." Mason glanced to Andy and rolled his eyes. Everything she said and did was punchable and irritating, other people had to see that. "I just want to add. No doubt others will want to take out the beasts, but we could use them couldn't we? Mason, he could tame the beasts, or would that be considered as cheating? I mean, Alaric did say we can use our powers."
She wasn't speaking directly to him, more about and around him. But he doubted someone would speak on his behalf. "Let's not pretend cheating matters to you,"
he remarked coldly.
"I mean, I could always help with that?" Kalani offered. "Since I'm pretty sure my abilities would come in handy to get them onside. Just a thought."
With great willpower he closed his eyes and replied as civilly as possible, "And I can try. We can try," he said pointing between Kalani and himself. He'd just have to have the unpleasant experience of encountering one first.

"Let's go." He gestured for Andy. Before they split up, her charging into battle and him slinking into the shadows, he decided to make conversation. "So what happened last night huh?" He saw the couple dancing and being all cute and loving, then they disappeared together for the night so he could draw the lines. Then again, he decided he didn’t need to hear it or be directly lied to. "You know, I actually had a little more faith in you. What’s worse is you’re supposed to be better than that. You know what he’s done, where he’s been but you act like a little teen girl with no self control. I mean what’d he do? Blow in your ear, tell you he loves you? If I wanted to conquer someone in the sac, I’d do that too, Andy!" He didn't even know he was biting back on the whole matter for so long until it exploded out of him like that. It wasn't even frustration alone but it was laced with disappointment. Any time he grew hope...

Honestly it was hard for him to even look at her. He really thought she had more brains than to give into a moment's desire. Mason put a hand in the air. "You know what, fuck this." Mason marched off and the pitch black enveloped him.

His pace gained him some ground and just when he was about to rip off his band, he heard some twigs snap and Mason looked up and saw Alex alone confronting two dog-like creatures with her hands up. While it wasn't the chance, it was a chance. Mason emerged from the shadow, and placed his hands on both the dogs flanks. They growled and spat at first at the contact but then he had them on his side. For a moment he stared at Alex. "Sic' her boys," he ordered, sending the beasts charging forward at Alex.



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ImageHis teammates weren't exactly cosy with him, in fact they stared like he was some apparition or ghost or something. Basically the last person on earth they expected to see in their plane of existence. It made him feel uncomfortable, swallowing the lump in his throat then innocently trying to offer a smile but he was still the first to look away again.

Staring competitions weren't his cup of tea and when it came from a few different angles, it was a hard game to win or to even engage in. Thankfully a voice from the side emerged serving as a distraction."Hey- Will you be alright guarding on your own? I can hang back with you if you like, not that I'll be much help on the, ah, defence front." Then a warm smile graced her features. "I'm Annie, by the way."
"Oh, thank you," he answered. For taking initiative to introduce herself and for offering to hang back with him he supposed and being genuinely kind and considerate. Soon realizing that wasn't conversational or really answered her question, he added, "I'm Keith. But you already knew that cause..." Keith tried to grin at his foolishness but he wanted to die. "I'm sure I'll manage guard duty. I mean if things get bad people will just fall back and help defend anyway, right?"

“Also, as a bit of a forewarning, some of the reds are equipped with light armor but even through armor there's weakness,” Trinity told the team just as he was able to feign confidence.
Keith's shoulders slumped. "Great." Nonetheless he looked back to Annie and smiled reassuringly.

“Can we join hands for a moment or touch? It’s not to pray, I promise you,” a red head concluded. Keith frowned but drifted over to link up with his teammates. Whatever she did, Keith felt better. Like every color and shape was way more defined and vibrant, he could smell the woods. He inhaled deeply then came out of his daze as she spoke again. “I don’t know much about war strategy but I think we have a strong team to use misdirection to our advantage.”
"Misdirection," he heard himself echo. It felt like there was sense in the world again. "I can do that." Keith didn’t have to be a brute force, just think outside the box a little. And if Duke only mentioned him as defense, well...that was a hella a lot of faith from a logical person. Surely it was in him to think out the box.

He rubbed his hands together as if warming up his magic. He had this. Plus according to Duke's plan there was a whole first line of defense pushed forward before anyone got to him.



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Image His idea had a few protests or additional ones, or even additional tips/warnings from the likes of Trinity, but at least everyone addressed it with a certain respect. He was just afraid they weren't broadening their horizons or saw their own potential, instead choosing to play something more comfortable. Comfort and confidence were important to an extent but it didn't leave much room for development. And for something like capture the flag and victory, it was essential the team knew how to link up, but within moments he could tell that wouldn't quite be the case. Without training with each other for weeks at least, it would be impossible to have that team connection; know each other's limits and capabilities.

Evelyn suggested they gather which was odd to say the least so out of the blue but Duke obeyed and shifted into range of the girl and felt better for it. Then she threw in her extra two cents by saying they had the team for misdirection to be an advantage.
They did and could but that was up to how the team played to decide that. No matter, Duke nodded to them. "Okay guys, do what you will. You essentially know you best."

His eyes finally flickered to Ajax's sternly. "Hang back in case stragglers get through" he had said. It was a good excuse, but not himself. With all there was to say already said, he marched off, gesturing for the team to move out too. Duke didn't get anywhere in a hurry, instead, he moved at a pace that lingered for Trinity who caught up in no time and he saw previously having words with Ajax. "Is he okay?" Duke checked. He gave her a moment to answer before offering a bright side. "It's probably good that we raise a bit of suspicion. Cause a bit of doubt among the Spartans." Ajax's lack of attendance may have brought that about but probably needed reinforcing. And Sylas in the first line of attack would also be a contributing factor. "Split up. Then they wont know who's coming for them or at what angle. But hit before our flank can be exposed. Keep them busy. I won't be too far."

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DAUGHTER OF ZEUS
TEAM SPARTANS!
Hex: #d63b71


Alex's eyes shifted slightly as she saw Mason had emerged from the shadows and placed his hands on both the dogs flanks. They growled and spat at first, but soon their attitude changed. Mason had them under his control in seconds. Alex took a steady step back. For a moment he stared at her, giving Alex the time to open her hands, palms facing towards the sky as she formed a ball of electrical energy between them, ready to defend herself. "Sic' her boys," he ordered. The ground shook as they charged toward her at full speed, and with every second they got closer, Alex feared the worst. She managed to throw the ball of electricity at one of them, sending the beast flying before it crashed to the ground. It whimpered before it ran off in the other direction, but before Alex could defend herself from the other, it managed to overpower her, sinking its canine teeth into her right shoulder and biting down as hard as it could. Alex let out a scream of agony which no doubt echoed through the trees and given up her position to any other team members left in the game. It felt like her shoulder was being crushed in a vice. Every time she moved, the beast bit harder, causing her to shout out again.

Eventually, Alex managed to punch the beast in the face repeatedly until it let go, then scampered off into the bushes. Alex collapsed against one of the trees, trying to catch her breath. She dared to take a look at the damage. Taking a hold of the fabric, she lifted it up away from her skin which was mutilated, and her clothes soaked in blood. She winced in agony, gritting her teeth as she tried to bare the pain that surged down her arm. It burned like fire. Alex looked up to the sky as she held her hand over her shoulder.





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SON OF ZEUS
TEAM TROJANS!
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Ajax felt Trinity's hand grab his shoulder, but looked beyond him. “You okay, you seem kind of out of it?” She asked him, her voice low. Ajax looked down before he nodded without a word. He then looked up as she wandered away to get stuck into the game. He watched her for a moment and swallowed before Sylas came over. Ajax glared at him from the corner of his eyes. He didn't trust him. When Sylas touched him and Duke, he looked at Sylas's hand before looking up at him with the same warning glare, but soon looked towards the forest. He recognized the screams.

"AL!" he called out to her before breaking out into a run, heading in the direction he heard her voice. At this point, he didn't give a damn who won capture the flag. He pushed violently through the bushes and saw Alex wounded. He quickly ran over to her and crouched down, instantly taking a look at the wound. "What the hell happened?" Ajax looked over his shoulder since Alex was looking past him at Mason who had the balls not to run. Ajax stood up, anger rippling through him like an approaching storm. "You son-of-a-bitch!" he said through almost gritted teeth and marched towards Mason. Once close enough to him, Ajax shoved his hands hard into Mason's chest. "Don't you, EVER, hurt her again. I swear... I will rip your damn head off!" surely the entire camp could hear him, and with being so full of rage, he had forgotten he was lacking the powers. If anything, at this point, it was Mason who would rip his head off.

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Well, sitting around and waiting for people to cross his path was less than thrilling for Wes. He lost track of how much time he spent high up in the branches, yet no one crossed his path. He'd come to accept that the chances of him capturing the flag were slim to none. But, he also felt like sitting around there doing nothing wasn't helpful either. Maybe if he were lucky, he could get a person's colors or two before his own is taken and he gets knocked out.

With a sigh, Wes slid his spear behind him between his back and shield. Then he began a very awkward and clumsy decent down the tree. When he was several feet above the ground, he lost his grasp and subconsciously his mind tried to make his right arm grab a branch to stable himself. But like a phantom limb, he felt the movement but nothing happened beside his nub flailing as he fell backwards, landing with a thud on his back.

Wes let out a loud gasp as the wind was knocked out of him. His hand clutched to his chest as he remained on the ground. After a long moment, he groaned, staring up at the large tree above him. He could now cross climbing a tree off his short list of talents.

Sounds of rustling in near by bushes and the breaking of twigs caught his attention, when he'd much rather lay on the ground until the game was over. He propped himself up on his elbow, but froze when he went to stand, feeling a breath exhaled on the back of his neck. Trying not to make any sudden movements, he slowly glanced over his shoulder to be met by a large snout less than a foot from his face. He gave a nervous laugh as the beast growled at him. Wes held up his hand in an innocent, surrendering manner.

"Easy now," he said in a soft, hushed tone. Wes made sure each word was smooth like silk, slipping through his lips similar to a siren song. But his subtle tactics didn't seem to work. Thankfully the beast didn't attack him, but it didn't stop growling or loosen its intimidating stance.

As calmly as he could manage, Wes shifted so that he was in a crouching position, with his hand still held out. He made sure not to make direct eye contact as he slowly extended his hand toward the creature. "Now, that's a good boy," he said, inching closer to the hound. But the second boy left his lips, the beast's nails dug into the dirt and a deep growl rubbled in its throat. "Girl, girl... That's what I meant."

Wes took a deep breath, turning his gaze toward the hound's. He extended the fingers on his hand as his palm was near the animals snout. While he spoke, he allowed loving, caring and protective emotions flow into the animal. "Of course you're a girl. You're too pretty to be a boy." He smiled slightly as he compelled her to concede and relax.

It was gradual. Wes could see the tension leave the hound as her growl slowly grew quieter and quieter until it all together stopped. When she seemed calm, he made the final move, placing his hand upon her snout. With that touch, a warmth spread out from his hand into the animal. And then, with just a brush of his thumb against her fur, her backside fell to the ground with a thud as she sat down. The hound's tail began to wag as she placed a rather large, sloppy, smelly lick across his face.

Wes sighed, allowing himself to fall to his knees and relax. He scratched the large beast's head and rubbed her ears. "That's a good girl." There was a sound not too far off of a twig snapping. Like a switch, the beast's ears perked up and she moved in front of Wes protectively, growling in the direction of the sound.

Wes hopped to his feet, quickly moving beside the hound, placing his hand on her back. "It's alright." He then carefully climbed onto her back. Once situated, he leaned forward, patting her side. "Wanna help me find a flag?" Her tail wagged affectionately as she awaited his direction. "Alright girl, lets go." Without a moments hesitation, the beast barreled off into the woods with Wes on her back, heading in the direction of the Spartan's flag.

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"Sounds like we're not alone," Andy heard from behind her. "I give it... 30 seconds before whatever that is decides to join us. So, how about you hand over your colors now and make it easier on the both of us." The voice was familiar, but not familiar enough for her to place who it was. She stood still while her right hand slowly moved toward her thigh holster. As she felt the prick of a sword against the back of her neck, she moved into action. In a swift move, her right hand grabbed a throwing knife between her index and middle finger. She spun on her heels, grabbing his blade in her left hand, yanking it to the side, aiming it away from her.

Andy came to face her attacker, Sylas. She raised her right hand, pressing the knife to his throat while she held a firm grip on his sword, keeping it at her side. "Didn't Mason tell you, him and I are basically masters at fighting beasts." She tapped her knife against his neck while smiling. "I'm content as a cucumber waiting until it makes its presence."

Sylas took a threatening step forward so that his chest was against Andy's as he glanced down at her. He smirked a sadistic grin, tauntingly pressing his neck back against her blade. After all, him and Mason agreed to be allies... Not friends. There were no boundaries set when it came to the daughter of Hecate. He was itching at the chance to see what she was worth, to see what the deal was with this seemingly ordinary girl. Sylas wanted to size her up, and if roughing her up got him bad standings with Mason, well so be it. After all, he wasn't here to make friends anyways.

"So... That hard way it is."

Sylas didn't hesitate. He grabbed Andy's wrist, pulling it away from his throat while he yanked his sword from her grasp. If she didn't know better, she would have thought he sliced open her hand. She glanced down for just a moment finding her palm unharmed, yet the pain continued. Enchanted weapons, she reminded herself. When she brought her attention back to Sylas, he was swinging his sword through the air, the blade aiming right for her neck. Andy stepped back, bending backwards. She watched as the sword passed overhead, nearly clipping the tip of her nose.

Andy quickly stood upright and threw her right foot into his chest. The momentum sent Sylas stumbling backwards. While off kilter, she threw a knife at his right hand. When the blade hit him, he winced, dropping his sword. She then dove forward, reaching for his colors but just before she could grab it, Sylas grabbed her wrist and twisted it. The uncomfortable position and force of his hold knocked her down on her knees. While she was down, he raised his fist and slammed it down on her, smashing into her nose.

When he went to punch her again, Andy moved her head out of the way, sweeping her foot behind his legs. Once she knocked him to the ground, she raised her hand to her nose, wincing when she touched it. As she pulled her hand away, she looked down seeing her fingers covered in blood. Something in her gut told her that Sylas had no intention in keeping this fight as a friendly spar. Before he could attempt to get back up, Andy quickly moved on top of him. She elbowed him once in the gut and upper cut him in the jaw. Then she grabbed his hands, pinning him down on the ground.

Sylas chuckled. "You have some fight in you." Even pinned, he threw his head forward, slamming his forehead against her nose again. He could feel the bone in her nose snap on collision. But it wasn't enough to throw her off of him, if anything it just made her angrier. "It all makes sense now."

"What are you talking about?" Andy hissed, digging her knee into his abdomen.

"I get it now... What Ajax and Mason see in you."

The comment made her freeze. Andy could feel the blood dripping down her lips from her broken nose as she stared down at Sylas. It was one thing when this was in her thoughts, but hearing someone else... Someone who knows nothing about her, or them, say what has been nagging at the back of her head... It twisted her gut. Before she could say anything else, she heard a scream in the distance that sounded like Alex's. The noise distracted her enough for Sylas to overpower her, flipping her over so that he was now pinning her.

That must have been the end of their 30 seconds because the beast burst out of the bushes and charged for them. Andy watched it get closer when the idea hit her. Just at the right moment, she focused her power on Sylas, throwing him in the air into the wake of the beast. The hound rammed into him and slammed him into a tree. With him distracted, Andy jumped to her feet and ran off into the woods in the direction of the scream. She wasn't the type to jump at helping Alex, but she knew what her screams meant... Mason and that meant Ajax wouldn't be far behind.

Andy sprinted through the woods, jumping over tree roots and ducking under tree branches. As she ran, her hand would raise up to wipe blood that dripped from her nose, wincing whenever she bumped the tender bone. It wasn't long before she came out into a small clearing. From the distance, it looked like everyone was calm, until Ajax moved toward Mason, Alex took the opportunity to move on him. Without hesitation, Andy ran over toward them, putting herself between Alex and Mason.

Alex's fist nearly hit Mason, and herself on recoil. Andy turned to face Mason, but with her attention on him she wasn't able to see Alex thrashing behind her as Ajax held her back. As she writhed in her brother's hold, one of Alex's kicks slammed into Andy's jaw. The forced knocked her off balance, causing her to stumble into Mason. Her left hand stabled herself against her friend, while her right hand raised to hold her jaw as she glanced over her shoulder at Alex with wide eyes.

"How about you tell everyone the truth?" Alex shouted like a mad woman. "Tell them what really happened, you piece of shit!"

Fed up everything, Andy turned around to face Alex. "Will you ever learn to stop accusing people of things before you have proof?" She shrugged her shoulders, sniffling from her bloody nose. "What has Mason supposedly lied about? There is nothing to lie about. You murdered Jennova... In cold blood, without any proof that she did what you claimed she did." She motioned toward Mason. "He has every right to want you dead. You have no idea what it is like to have lost a sibling... He has to live everyday with her murderer right in front of him. Do you think that's easy?" Andy cocked her head to the side.

She was tired of being the nice guy, never speaking her mind. She always tried to stop the fighting and kept her opinions to herself. But, she couldn't any longer. "This all," Andy motioned her hands toward all of them. "Is your fault... Two of the most important people in my life, can't stop trying to kill each other because of you." She sighed, shaking her head slightly. "The world doesn't revolve around you, Alex. Maybe you should think about that next time, before you try to kill someone else."

Her gaze drifted toward Ajax, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "She's never going to learn from her mistakes if you keep helicoptering. She made her bed," she said, motioning her hand toward Alex. "Now she has to lie in it." With nothing else to say, Andy wiped her bloody nose on the back of her hand. She slowly pivoted on her heels until she was half turned toward Mason.




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Heeding Theo's directions, Sloane lingered back back while everyone quickly split off in their different directions. She glanced around at the other defensive teammates, then at the flag that was out in the open. With a sighed, she grabbed it and looked over toward Ji-hyun. "Neither one of us are... fighters." She rubbed the back of her neck, then motioned her head up in the trees. "If we put the flag high up in the tree, then it might give us enough time to do our... thing before they reach it."

Sloane wasn't a strategist, but it was something. All the offensive people were off doing their thing and who knew what half of the defensive people were doing. So, she took it upon herself to find a home for the flag that at least benefitted herself and Ji-hyun. To the best of her knowledge, the only person on the other team who could fly is Ajax... So, as long as they were prepared for that, the height of the flag would give them both more than enough time for either Ji-hyun to make them pass out or for Sloane to do... Something.

She tucked the flag into the back of her belt and walked over to the tree. "Watch my back?" she asked Ji-hyun before she began ascending the tree. Sloane was by no means the most active, but she made it to the top fairly easy. She found a branch that extended out farther than the others so that the flag would be visible... After all, that was the rule of capture the flag. Once it was secured, she climbed back down to rejoin her teammate.

Sloane dusted off her hands as she stood there awkwardly beside Ji-hyun. She definitely was not the most social person, but in a game like this, she didn't really have a choice. After a moment, she blew air out between her lips and looked over at him. "So... If either you can make them sleep, or I can manipulate their perceived reality... Hopefully that should buy us enough time until someone else grabs their flag. Right?"

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Character Portrait: Stanley Foster Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Nikolaos King Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
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Trinity's eyes on the prize wasn't the issue. When she made it back into the woods, another beast awaited there and was hot in pursuit straight away. Its thundering gallops closed in on her, gaining ground faster than she could run. Trinity ducked as it pounced, her right leg sliding out in the dirt too far causing her muscle to over-stretch as the beast cleared her head. It recovered quicker than her and lunged for her again, knocking her back and sent the crossbow out of her grip.

And this was exactly why she hated ranged weapons. The load and reload time put into them, the fact that you needed range. She was trying to fend the feral creature off as it kept pushing its weight forward snapping and growling towards her head, promising a quick but brutal devouring. Trinity bit her lip restraining the urge to yell out, either in strain or for help and give away her location. But she bit her lip firmer when she was bracing for what she had to do. One arm surrendered the fight to conjure a weapon and in that instant the beast lurched forward and sunk its teeth into her other arm that instinctively protected her face. Trinity shoved the blade into the creature's neck a fraction of a second later, twisted the weapon for good measure, pushed it off and withdrew the blade, rolling into a crouch in case the tank like deformed dog wasn't done but it seemed to stay down. Trinity watched its chest to be certain.

Once it was confirmed dead, she marched on cupping her fresh wound. “Shit,” she whispered. Her hand wasn’t making a good makeshift bandage, droplets running down her arm still and onto the woods earth. She didn’t have a clue where their special little healer was and she wasn't game enough to call out for Annie either. She tore at a chunk of her shirt and wound it around her arm tightly. The white fabric quickly tainted red but she'd be damned if a bite kept her down.

Trinity broke into a jog to cover the ground she lost. A distance away she saw a figure mounted atop a beast. She found herself in a sprint to follow the dark knight and its pet but just before she thought to hurl her blade into its hind quarters, Trinity took in the most significant feature of the shadow rider and stumbled as she pulled herself up short mid-motion.

“God,” she blew out in relief, doubling over. Trinity forced herself to straighten with her hands on her hips. Trinity wasn't short on stamina yet, simply needed a moment for composure. A low growl interrupted her breather.

As easy as that, war mode was triggered again. Trinity ran towards a tree for leverage , flipping around as the beast rammed into the trunk. Trinity conjured two long blades and thrust them down into its strong skull, landing ontop of the recent corpse's back. Almost like she were going to use it as a mount too.

“Okay,” she sighed out to herself and slowly got to her feet. “Let's get this over with.”




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Things were in cruise control for Harley and though she felt she covered plenty of ground, any moment could present an ambush or trouble. Nothing she couldn't escape though. Dashing between the trees was somewhat liberating but in a moment's lack of concentration, she was forced to an abrupt stop once she was in a ring of fire. Harley turned on the spot to estimate the threat level of the pickle she had got into. A mix of fascination and concern was what she concluded. Fascination because this fire should have been raging wild spreading throughout the wilds, concern because it wasn't but it was still raging hot at the same time.

The flames simmered down and it all made sense in a heartbeat once the culprit revealed himself. "Harley, didn't keep you waiting too long I hope?"

“Nah I was just chilling.” Anything but. Sweat seemed to be pouring down her body. The circle shrunk suddenly and Harley jumped into the center.

"You can give me your band or you can pass out. Torture isn't my thing but I would like to know the Spartan's strategy too."

Harley blew out her lips looking away. Thankfully it looked something like a child raspberrying than the desperate need to find a cooler place. Something damp. A bottle of water. The thoughts seemed to make the air thicker and her throat drier. “You thought about becoming a cop? Security?” She crossed her arms. “I'm not a rat. But it is good to know you have a mean side.”

Flame spat near her treasured ankles and Harley knew she had to focus. Harley's eyes pierced into the woods and she imagined being there and soon enough she was. It did occur to her to yell out a taunting remark back towards Duke, but he was a man that seemed to learn from his mistakes. And she wasn't in the mood for another collision with him.

When she swiped up a weapon for assurance it burned her hand causing her to shout out, dropping it immediately. Harley went wide eyed looking around her surroundings then darted back to home territory cradling her hand.

“Medic!” she called able to uphold a joking nature for a split second then she hissed and shook her hand out as if that would make the increasing burn go away. “Seriously, Nik...” She grimaced as she approached the son of Apollo. “Can you fix this?” Harley's eyes were on her hand, half-expecting for her skin to melt away and bone to show then she looked back to the healer. “No pressure, doc.” The last thing she wanted was to stress a fellow team mate out especially if it was at the expense of her hand. What if he healed wrong. Oh god it would be like Harry Potter when he lost his bones.






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As she waited by her tree, her anxiety grew. For all she knew the rest had been wiped out but she wasn't very taking to walking into the unknown or assumptions without a shred of justification. Her restless mind decided to hunt for the answers she sought and though it took a bit of wandering, Evelyn did stumble across a fellow blue member in trouble. She didn't like him, not one bit, but she couldn't watch him get mauled and tossed around by some beast either.

Evelyn raised her hand tapping into the muscles and nerves of the creature's body from a distance and she could feel its fight and strength immediately. Evelyn restricted its body forcing the beast to curl up on itself. Its resistance was powerful and made matters more painful because she certainly wasn't letting up. The beast and she shuddered at the same time battling for control.

“Now would be the time to use any nifty skills,” she told Sylas. Or not. It was for his own benefit. The beast and him were closer, in which case, if he didn't seize the opportunity it would likely come at his own demise. Evelyn bought him what time she could.

However, she didn't disqualify the chance that the creature or Sylas would turn on her instead. Nor underestimate the chance to grasp his character regardless of the result.

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Although Wes was heading toward the opponents flag, he wasn't going fast. He constantly kept looking from side to side, hoping not to get hit by any long range weapons. Sure, he was on a beast which you'd think would deter a decent amount of people, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be hard to knock him off with an arrow or spear. But at the same time, it wasn't like he particularly had a plan of action once he got close to the flag. It all depended on who was defending... If they were shit fighters, like himself, he potentially stood a chance. If it was Andy, well he was a goner.

Wes heard what he thought was struggling in the distance. He gently tugged on the beast's main, causing it to slow down and come to a halt. He sat more upright, looking around at the woods that surrounded him. Before his mount could begin to growling, he sent soothing feelings through his hand and into her, not enough so that she wouldn't protect him but enough so that she wouldn't give away their location.

While he was scanning the forest in one direction, he didn't hear someone quickly approaching from the other way. It wasn't brought to his attention until his beast quickly spun around, going into a prone position. Her nails dug deep into the dirt as a terrible growl rumble in her chest. Wes' hand went for his spear, but he froze when he saw the all too familiar blonde standing before him. He quickly lowered his hand to the beast, his touch caressing her while sending caring, protective emotions for Trinity into the hound. "It's ok, girl. She's a friend."

“God,” Trinity said with relief. Wes didn't know what she was expecting, but by the look of it, she was proud it was him. She stood their, taking a breather but it didn't last long before another growl was heard near by. Wes' hound quickly shifted into a protective stance, preparing to attack. But his beast nor himself were needed as he sat there in awe watching as Trinity made quick work of the another animal.

“Okay,” she sighed and moved to her feet, while Wes sat there with his jaw dropped. He had seen her spar, and glimpses of her in action. But it seemed everyday she still surprised him, in the best ways. “Let's get this over with.”

Wes was still silent until his gaze fell to the bleeding wound on her arm. He gave his beast a pat before he slid off her back. "Hold on Wonder Woman." He pulled the empty right sleeve that was tucked into his shirt and ripped it off at the seam. Wes held the fabric between his teeth as he took her hand and raised her arm to inspect the wound. He took the sleeve and wrapped it around her arm, then using his hand and teeth he carefully tied it as a makeshift tourniquet. "Better?" he asked while still holding her hand.

Once she was ready, Wes climbed back onto his beast. When he was securely mounted, he held himself in place by gripping the hound's sides with his legs. Wes then extended his hand out toward Trinity, "Let's go get a flag."

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Sylas' eyes widened when Andy threw him into the path of the charging beast. Before he could prepared himself, the large creature slammed into him and tossed him into a tree. With a groan, he moved to his hands and knees, coughing as he tried to regain his breath. He looked over to the side, seeing the beast regain itself quickly and charge toward him once again. There was no time for him to get up and run away. Sylas shut his eyes tightly, turning his head away from the approaching beast. But then there was nothing.

He opened his eyes to find the beast curling in on itself as if being controlled by someone else. Sylas stumbled to his feet, using the tree for support. “Now would be the time to use any nifty skills,” a voice called out to him from beyond the beast.

Sylas didn't waste his time trying to figure out who was helping him or what they were. He quickly limped over to the bushes where Andy tossed his sword. With weapon in hand, a grin graced his lips as he raised it into the air. Then in a single swift moment, he plummeted the blade down into the skull of the beast. When the tip hit the dirt, he groaned, twisting it within the creature until it stopped fighting and the last breath was drawn from it.

He took a deep breath before pulling his sword from the beast, wiping the blade off with his sleeve. Sylas slowly limped around the corpse, coming to find the redhead who had helped him. "You're the last person I expected to show up." He slowly walked over to her. "Have any Spartans crossed your path yet?" He wasn't one for making small talk, nor did he particularly care. But, he needed a moment to regain himself before rushing into anything else. And he wasn't keen on crossing paths with Andy again at the current moment, because he had a feeling that she'd be holding a vendetta toward him for quite some time.




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"Just let it be a death bed, Ajax and we'll move on." Mason spoke toward Ajax. Then he directed his words toward Alex. "And you, I didn't even tell the whole camp you're a murderous psycho bitch who slaughtered my sister which is the truth." He moved toward Alex, in front of Andy as she stood there silent just watching. "And I haven't lied to anyone. I never claim to be a saint. Never claim to be a victim."

Andy met Mason's gaze when he looked back toward her. "You two can't save anyone. Where's your exes, Ajax?..." The rest of what he said faded off as Andy focused on those words. As much as she didn't want to admit it, have they saved anyone aside from each other? Mason had saved her countless times. He helped her with the minotaur, went back to the underworld for her, used his wish on her... Had Ajax ever saved her?

Her attention was brought back to the present when she saw Alex walk off. She half expect the girl to lash out at Andy after what she said, but instead she just left. Part of her felt bad but not as much as she was tired of this feud and people thinking Mason is a monster for a rational reaction to his sister being murdered. But what happened next, she didn't expect. Ajax looked right at her and said two simple words, "Shut up."

Just those two words made her jaw drop slightly as she stared at him. Everything Ajax began to say toward Mason was white noise in her ears. Andy was over this... all of it. As they were both distracted, she waved her hand before her making herself become invisible. As she faded from sight her colors fell to the ground where she stood. No longer seen, Andy trudged off toward the main hall. She should of gone to the medical hut but she knew who'd be there and wasn't in the mood to deal with her either.

Once Andy reached the main hall, she walked through the doors and went into the kitchen. She grabbed a kitchen towel and made her way over to the fridge. She took a handful of ice and wrapped it in the towel. With a sigh, she made her way back out onto the porch and took a seat with her feet on the step below her. Andy carefully and slowly raised the ice to her nose, wincing at first from the pressure but allowed the cool to numb the pain.

She shifted so that her elbows rested on her knees while she still held the ice to her nose. Andy stared at her feet as everything began to sink in. How could everything at camp go from fine to hell in the matter of 24 hours? She was never the type of person to lash out or get overly emotional... But then here she was, mad at Ajax for things he did and didn't do in the past, regretting her night with him, furious that a single day can't go by where Ajax and Mason don't try to kill each other... And mad at herself. She was a shit girlfriend and a shit friend. Andy could barely stomach to look at her boyfriend's sister for the past year and Mason has done more for her than anyone at camp.

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Now it was just a waiting game. Sloane perched herself atop a bolder near the base of the tree where the flag resided. She crossed her legs underneath her frame, resting her hands in her lap. She glanced over toward Ji-Hyun as he leaned against a tree and crossed his arms. "Right," he responded to her comment, glancing around at their surroundings. "I think I can take anyone that gets too close, as long as they don't snap me, as I said before. How far can your, ah, illusions reach? Because, if you could plant a few flags around the area, or even a few of those beasts to keep any approaching Trojan occupied for a little while, it could buy us more time. Or you could just mask our flag from their sight. Is that cheating?"

Sloane glanced down at her hands. "Umm... it's stronger the closer I am to someone. If I could sneak up behind them I could give them the illusion of being robbed of their senses, or an invisible beast or something. If they're too far away... I'll just make them get angry and fight their own teammates." She then looked up at the flag, then back down at him with a slight smile. "And yes, I do believe that would be cheating."

Her gaze fell to her twiddling fingers as Ji-Hyun spoke again. "Sorry. I might be accused of not pulling my weight if I didn't try to make this a little harder for the Trojans. So now that's out of the way - how are you? I don't see you socialising much around camp - can't say the same for your brother." Sloane raised her gaze to meet his as he shrugged. "But I have little to complain about, I could say the same for myself. How are you adjusting?"

"How am I?"' Sloane wasn't used to be asked questions like that. Usually no cared. "My brother and I... Are very different," she concluded from his statement, although it wasn't like that was new information. "But, I'm fine. Camp is... different," she admitted to him. "I'll adjust soon enough." Sloane gave a weak attempt at a smile as her fingers twiddled in her lap.

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No torture, no nod of acknowledgement, no fleeing, but a swift death-even if it did accompany a grin, followed by an eventual approach and, "You're the last person I expected to show up."

She couldn’t help it when her eyes narrowed on him. Valid as his point may have been, there still existed such thing as common courtesy. “I’m going to translate that to thank you.” Since asking for it would be delusional. Already it felt a mistake to spare him but she’d have to deal with that mistake for a short time more. Surely some team was closing in on victory.

"Have any Spartans crossed your path yet?"

“No. Things have been quiet for me,” she admitted. While the small-talk could have ended there, she wasn't quite content to be so merciful as silent. As they walked, she paid him a side-glance before looking straight ahead again. “So in future, for you to avoid disappointment again, do I let you become a beast's chew toy?” If that was the case it would hardly be a problem, in fact more like consent to leave him be no matter what predicament he found himself in. Regardless, that likely would be Evelyn's new action from there onwards: to do nothing. However, verbal consent was always a bonus.



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Not much fascinated Harley to the extent that the golden glow of Nik's powers and small chant did. Her eyes were glued on the colour emitting from their hands, and as it faded, indicating the spell coming to an end, she looked up to him. Harley paid him a grateful smile. In truth she didn't know what to expect, it was her first heal by magic but she didn't expect something so soothing.

“Thank you.” It wasn’t a perfect fix up but it was definitely an improvement. By a large scale.

Harley did a quick scan of the squad on defense with their guards down. It was a slightly more relaxed and social environment back at the Spartan's base. “So you folks got much action? No Trojans charged through with a battle cry yet?” Evidently the answer would be no but Harley wanted a little longer in the protected zone, plus procrastination from putting her hands on the line again.

“Wanna trade places?” Harley beamed as if that would convince Nik.

On the other hand she fully acknowledged his use at their base. It was strategic and where he was best kept. Besides, if any harm came to that angel of a man, that'd be on her conscience for a terribly long time.


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"From what? It was just a scratch," Trinity responded once Wes had finished addressing her wound. The makeshift bandage wasn’t perfect or pretty, but it did the job. Sure, it wasn’t a deadly wound or anything like that. But, that didn’t mean Wes enjoyed seeing her bleed. He usually wasn’t much help, more of a hinderance, but at least this was something he could help with. Small, but it was something.

After he had mounted his beast and offered his blonde partner in crime his hand, Trinity stared between him and the hound. “I…” Wes’ brows furrowed as she seemed to be apprehensive. "I don't think that's a good idea. I've got like....its cousin's blood on me," she muttered.

Wes sighed, rolling his eyes in a teasing manner. When Trinity called the beast an it a gentle growl rumbled in the hound’s throat. "She," he corrected, then held up his index finger. "Hold up, It was you who told me to use my abilities, blondie… And now that I have…" Wes’ voiced trailed off as he let his hand fall to the beast’s neck, petting it softly. There was no winning with Trinity.

"I promise I'll be beh-" Trinity started before the sound of something off in the distance cut her off. Wes’ beast dug her claws into the dirt, lowering her body toward the ground ready to pounce. She growled, sniffing and scanning the tree line around them. "I'll catch up," she said toward him in a hushed tone. Before Wes could reply she was off investigating the noise.

The little voice in Wes’ head said something along the lines of ’Go, Wes. She can take care of herself and your one-armed self will just get in the way.’ But did he listen to that? Nope. But instead of following after her, he held his ground. He figured either someone as clumsy as himself was trying to run from him and his beast… Well, mostly the beast, Wes wasn’t much of a threat. Or it was a diversion to distract or separate them.

After a few moments of weighing his options, Wes opted to hold his ground where he was. It’d be easiest for Trinity to find him. And, he didn’t want to piss her off by following her… orrrrr go too far away so that he was unable to help if needed. He adjusted himself on top of the beast, then reached over his back and grabbed his spear. As he readied himself, Wes felt his beast stir beneath him. Even if he wanted to follow after Trin, the creature didn’t. Something about her wanted to stay right where they were… That wasn’t good.

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Evelyn’s eyes narrowed at his comment, no doubt she wasn’t thrilled at the first words to come out of Sylas’ mouth. But did he care? Part of it was out of pride. It was below him to thank anyone, especially a woman, for helping him. Did he ask for help? No. If he died? Well, so be it. But, he wouldn’t have died.

"I’m going to translate that to thank you."

Ah, she was smarter than she looked. There was no way the words would cross his lips and Evelyn didn’t seem like she expected it either. He walked in step with her deciding it’d probably be better if they stayed grouped up, at least for the time being. But his steps were slow as the pain in his leg flared whenever he put weight on it. Sylas wasn’t in a rush to go chasing after the flag. He was in the game for the blood and battle, not glory. Glory is for the weak who need reassurance.

"No. Things have been quiet for me," she replied to his question. It wasn’t surprising. It’s not like they were all guaranteed to have run ins with the other team or beasts. Plus, large groups attracted more attention… Look at Ajax, Alex, Mason and Andy. Case and point.

"So in future, for you to avoid disappointment again, do I let you become a beast's chew toy?"

Sylas quirked a brow, turning his head toward her slightly. For some reason, whenever people seemed unafraid or not effected by a glimpse at his true self, he always became intrigued. "I do prefer my head attached to my shoulders," he first replied with a slight sarcastic tone. Then after a moment, he let his eyes look forward while he took on a more serious tone. "I wouldn’t blame you… or hold some grudge if you left me to die."

He glanced over at her briefly then continued. "Everyone at this camp is so worried about being a hero. Save a life. Do the heroic thing. No matter the consequences… Sometimes the braver thing to do is to not be a hero. What’s the point if it’d get yourself killed in the process?"

Sylas shrugged his shoulders. It was the raw truth. Heroes are dangerous… Some people are beyond saving. Helping them would only get yourself killed in the process. Call it selfish, but selflessness is weakness. Heroes can’t make a difference when they are dead. "The drowning man will always drag someone down with him."




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Andy sat on the steps to the main hall until the ice in her rag melted, dripping blood stained water down her forearm as she held it to her face. It was surprising. She expected to see more campers eliminated, doing their walk of shame to the hall. But she only saw a few stragglers. At least no one tried to talk to her. She was grateful for that… But at the same time, she would have been happy with someone distracting her.

When her nose had long stopped bleeding and the coolness of the rag turned lukewarm, Andy finally stood. She slowly ascended the stairs and went back into the hall. She froze for a minute in the doorway when her gaze met Ajax’s. Then not a moment after they met, Andy’s head fell with her eyes locked on her feet as she beelined for the kitchen.

She tried her best to rinse the blood from the rag, but once she realized it was a lost cause, Andy just tossed it into the trash. With a sigh she looked up into the mirror. It could have been worst… Definitely could have been better but Andy still looked like Andy. The bridge of her nose was swollen and covered in a field of purple and blue that branched out beneath her eyes. But it wasn’t crooked, which luckily meant it wouldn’t need to be re-broken. It was just ugly. She could live with ugly.

Andy had half a mind to leave the hall and spend the remainder of the day in her cabin. She was prideful, and didn’t feel like dealing with anyone. But the part of her that wanted the comfort of a friend outweighed her stubbornness and pride. With a sigh, she weaved her way through the tables, her feet subconsciously carrying her over toward Mason’s table.

She slowly moved herself into the seat beside Mason. Andy didn’t say anything or even look over to meet his gaze. After a long moment of silence, she let herself lean against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "… Your new friend fucked up my face," Andy finally said, barely louder than a whisper. It wasn’t much, but it broke the silence.




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"You do know you're allowed to create experiences apart from your brother?” Ji-hyun said gently. The comment took Sloane a little by surprise, causing her brows to furrow slightly. "You're allowed to be your own person, even while you're with him. Especially when you're with him."

He then paused briefly. Maybe it was to check her reaction, but Sloane didn’t say anything. She remained silent, just looking toward Ji-hyun as he finished. "Anyway, I'm just speaking from personal experience. I have an older brother - for the first decade of my life I wanted to be just like him, wanted to do everything he did, until I got down to figuring out who I was when he wasn't around. I know a little about getting your identity mixed up with your sibling’s.

"Just my two cents."


"I don’t want to be anything like my brother," Sloane snapped, nearly talking over him. The moment after the words left her lips she winced, instantly wanting to take it back and regretting her tone with Ji-hyun. She didn’t mean to be rude, but being compared to her brother turned her stomach… And terrified her. Her gaze fell her to her hands while her voiced grew quiet. "…Sorry."

Sloane was silent for a long moment. She knew Ji-hyun was only trying to help. From what she could tell he seemed like the kind of person who never tried to put a toe out of order… The type that couldn’t harm a fly. She sighed softly. "It’s complicated…" She chewed on her lip while tapping her finger tips on her leg. "But I’m not like my brother." That’s all she could say. Sloane always had to be careful with her words, especially where her brother was concerned. Not only for her own safety but for others as well. It was best no one knew the truth… This facade Sylas created hid his true monster, and if that mask kept it at bay then she’d prefer it remained.

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"I do prefer my head attached to my shoulders." Somehow she suppressed an eye-roll or sigh. "I wouldn’t blame you… or hold some grudge if you left me to die."

She nodded to herself, glad to have that settled. Opposites were now on the same page at least.

"Everyone at this camp is so worried about being a hero. Save a life. Do the heroic thing. No matter the consequences… Sometimes the braver thing to do is to not be a hero. What’s the point if it’d get yourself killed in the process?"

He shrugged while Evelyn pursed her lips thoughtfully. She knew Sylas had a point, no matter how negative it was, there was always some ugly truth to life. Sometimes it wasn't worth being a hero. "The drowning man will always drag someone down with him."

A little hum sounded in her throat neutrally. “You mean to say the strong will sacrifice themselves for the weak? We all die one day, I guess the matter is how we want to be remembered or leave a mark on the world. And sometimes that happens to be nobly or heroically, or the opposite.” Her hand lifted slightly in gesture to her company who was likely an exhibit of the latter.

They took a luxurious paced stroll, though it was more so necessity for Sylas, but it allowed Evelyn to shine her own light on the topic. “Heroics and bravery could be due to the fact that most demigods have lost that sense of self preservation. We've all come from that world where we were the strong and had power among mortals so it was... obligation to protect those in need. If those instincts continue camp will be a harmonious place knowing one has the other's back...at the expense of some trauma,” she confessed. Because it was true, so many people wanted to be brave and throw bodies on the line for each other, or dive into danger without weighing consequences. And as was typical everywhere else in the world, actions spoke louder than words. That's when it all boiled down to friend and foe, bravery and smarts.

Evelyn looked at him. “But you, Sylas, I do wonder how far you'll go.” She certainly knew which way he aimed to tip the scales, but the matter of how far his snake act would go and last was unpredictable. Evelyn imagined he certainly wouldn't be putting his neck on the line for another. Survival of the fittest, just looking out for number one, that's how he operated.

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Wes was hesitant to do anything at that moment, his hand gripping tight to the spear. Trinity was off on her own following some sound, while he held his ground. This didn't look bad or anything. He turned his attention in the direction of where the blonde wondered. For a good while he didn't see her, but then something zipped by. He caught only glimpses of movement between Trinity and someone else. And before he could join to help her, Harleen finally came into focus, holding Trin's blue band.

"Shit," Wes cursed under his breath. He was on his own now and wasn't going to stick around for her to get the jump on him as well. "To the flag," he whispered to the beast as he gave her a quick nudge in her sides with his heels. He quickly slid his spear between his back and shield, freeing up his hand to hold tight to the animal's mane. It was probably stupid... No, undoubtedly stupid. But he figured if he was going to get knocked out, he'd rather it be going for the flag than sitting on his hands... hand.

"That's exactly my point, Sloane. I know you're not." And Ji-Hyun left it at that. It was rare for people not to pry into the meaning behind Sloane's words. Instead he took them for what they were, allowing her to continue or remain silent if she wanted. She appreciated that.

"Thanks," was all she could manage to say. It wasn't much, but it was something. No one has ever really told her she was her own person. Yes, she knew that, but hearing someone else say it... Now that was a first. Her mother was always telling her she could be great, better than Sylas ever hoped to be, but she didn't want that either. Sloane just wanted a chance to be Sloane. Without Sylas or Eris breathing down her neck.

Her attention was quickly drawn to the sky when a loud rumble shudder her being. It hadn't really sunken in yet, the fact that she was surrounded by so many people with a vast array of powers and abilities. But what once was a sunny day quickly faded to a dark, heavy overcast threatening at any moment to open up a deluge on their heads.

"Well, pains me to say this, but we've got work to do. May I enhance your perception a little? And I don't suppose you know your way around a weapon?" Ji-hyun stretched his hand out toward her as he spoke.

Sloane took his hand and slid down from the rock she sat upon, now standing beside her teammate. "Uh, sure... And no, I don't. That's Sylas' area of expertise." Still, she took the shield in her left hand, while her right held the dagger. Maybe she would be lucky. "My powers are more offensive... I don't think it would be wise to invoke violence or chaos on incoming opponents. It'd might turn against our favor quickly." The thought hadn't crossed her mind until that moment. The Spartans didn't leave behind a fighter to help them defend. Ji-hyun could knock them out maybe, but making someone chaotic or violent wouldn't help their already poor predicament. The odds were stacking against them quickly. And as if the skies knew this, the clouds opened up and rain poured down heavily from the heavens, masking any sounds of oncoming opponents.

The sky opened up, quickly drenching Wes and his beast. Although he wasn't a fan, his new friend seemed unfazed, continuing to sprint through the woods with haste. If Ajax was already there, then maybe it'd be a good enough distraction for Wes to get the flag... Or he could always be the distraction while Ajax got it. Or... it could just be rain. That's a thing too.

In no time he was there, just beyond the tree line of where the Spartans' flag would be. To his surprise there were only two people there left to defend it. Ji-hyun and Sloane. They both looked about as capable as himself when it came to combat, so if anything this was going to be a battle of wits. Wes had to fight the urge to laugh. Like he had wits. His gaze skimmed the surrounding area until he saw the red flag hanging high up in a tree. Gods did he wish he could fly. Rain plus tree climbing plus one arm... That didn't sound like a recipe for disaster or anything.

After preparing himself for what was to come, Wes decided to take the opportunity of surprise and use it to his advantage. First he took the spear from his back. Since he lost his right arm, he had been practicing with his left daily. He wasn't a marksman, but as long as he could get them to look one way, then he'd call it a success. He winded back his arm, then through the spear near the pair of defenders, but on the opposite side to get their attention to focus elsewhere than the flag.

Sloane just barely saw the spear flying through the air. She pushed Ji-hyun out of the way just before the weapon lodged itself in the ground at their feet. She quickly brushed back her water soaked hair from her face, as she scanned the surrounding tree line. Then out of on where, a large beast burst through the trees, leaping toward them. Sloane stumbled backwards, falling to the ground. The giant animal stood before the two of them, standing her ground, digging her claws deep into the mud.

As his beast distracted them, Wes ran around the perimeter getting as close to the tree as he could before coming out into view. Part of him was worried about the fate of his new friend. He could only hope he ascends the tree fast enough for Ji-hyun and Sloane to not be able to get a drop on the beast. He'd hate for her to die because of him. But Wes didn't have the time to worry about it. He sprinted out into the clearing, straight for the tree. As quickly as he could manage, he began to climb. The rain didn't help his struggle, but he ignored everything else and focused on the climb.

Sloane extended her hands before her trying to remain calm for the large animal. For a brief moment she caught sight of something. She looked over toward the tree and saw someone halfway up toward the flag. "Try to put it to sleep!" she called back to Ji-hyun as she was already running toward the tree. Luckily, once under the branches it cut back a lot of the rain so that she was able to look up to see where the opponent was. After a moment, she was able to make out Wes clumsily climbing, his feet slipping every few placements. With no time to waste, she quickly began climbing up behind him.

Wes found himself cursing nearly ever step he took. If his foot didn't slip, his grip did. But he was determined and kept climbing. He was nearly to the top when he felt something grab his ankle. He looked down seeing Sloane's small handing holding tight to his foot. He froze for a moment, not knowing what to do. He didn't want to risk kicking her and making the girl fall and get injured. But he didn't have another free hand to break her grasp. Instead he opted for the harder route, Wes hooked his left arm around an upper branch and with all his might he hoisted himself up.

It took all the strength in him to lift himself and the girl beneath him, but finally her grasp slipped do to the rain. Once Wes was free he took the advantage and climbed up the rest of the way as fast as he could. Sloane was just about to reach him again when he reached out and snagged the Spartans' flag. When he had the soggy piece of fabric in his grasp, he froze in slight shock then looked down at Sloane who stopped her pursuit to look up at him. "I have the flag?" he said in more of disbelief than celebration. Then he stood up on the branch and waved the flag. "I HAVE THE FLAG! TROJANS WIN!!"

After a well deserved minute of waving the flag, he looked down at the branches below him. "Shit. Now how am I getting down?"

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“You mean to say the strong will sacrifice themselves for the weak? We all die one day, I guess the matter is how we want to be remembered or leave a mark on the world. And sometimes that happens to be nobly or heroically, or the opposite.” Evelyn gestured toward him obviously meaning him to be the representation of the opposite. She could think whatever she wanted, good or bad. He could tell from the moment he met her that she could see through to the truth in each person. Sylas didn't care. If people were smart enough to see to his true nature then by all means. If not, then whatever he did to them they deserved.

“Heroics and bravery could be due to the fact that most demigods have lost that sense of self preservation. We've all come from that world where we were the strong and had power among mortals so it was... obligation to protect those in need. If those instincts continue camp will be a harmonious place knowing one has the other's back...at the expense of some trauma."

Sylas' brows quirked at the notion. "Not all of us. But I suppose I can see your point." He wouldn't deny that he agreed with her conclusion as to why most of the people at camp acted the way they did. He noticed that almost instantly when he came to camp. There was such a lack of self preservation that it made for an interesting course of action when trying to weave his vines. A healthy challenge in his opinion. Everyone was so eager to put their lives on the line for others, that only a master puppeteer could pull the right strings to work in their favor.

“But you, Sylas, I do wonder how far you'll go.” He chuckled slightly as he continued walking in step with her. Step by step his limp was slowly wearing off. He had hardly noticed when the rain started. It never really bothered him anyway. But it'd definitely make for a bigger challenge in this particular exercise when you can't hear people approaching or get proper footing.

Sylas parted his lips to reply but as he did so an airhorn signaling the end of the game sounded throughout the playing arena. He then stopped and looked over at the red head. "I guess you'll just have to wait to find out." He changed his path to aim toward the main hall. As the distance between himself and Evelyn grew, he nodded his head back toward her. "You're a formidable teammate. I wouldn't mind working with you again sometime." He smirked and then continued onward.

Sylas could only imagine how much Evelyn would hate the idea of working with him again, but the thought of the knot growing in her stomach at his poor excuse of a compliment excited him. He loved ruffling feathers but better yet when it caused a wave of confusion between being flattered, confused or insulted. If only he had more time to cause more mischief during capture the flag. But the summer was young and his time at the camp had just begun.




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"You're the one that told me to make friends, I can't help the quality of them. My options are pretty limited."

Andy gave a weak chuckle at his comment. "Maybe you just have bad taste in friends," she added quietly, meaning herself as much as Sylas. No doubt she's felt a growing weight on her shoulders and part of that lied heavily with her lack in being a good friend. From her side, she didn't seem to be making Mason's life any easier... Probably just more difficult. Maybe it would be better for him if she backed off and didn't constantly put herself in the middle of a feud that was never going to end. But she couldn't bring herself to do that.

"Your face will heal," Mason continued quietly. "And you'll be Mrs. Athens again in no time."

She stiffened slightly at his last comment. Andy didn't look up at him, but her voice was firm yet gentle. "Don't do that, Mason... I'm not Mrs. Athens. I'm Andy... Just Andy," her voice trailed off.

As she sat there with Mason, she gently hooked her arm in his, sighing softly. Andy was exhausted... From everything. In that brief silence she felt a heavy gaze on her. She was tempted not to look up, to ignore the feeling of someone's stare drilling through her, but eventually she looked up. She met Ajax's gaze for only a moment, but quickly looked back down at her hands.

She raised her hand to gently poke at her swollen nose as Mason cleared his throat to speak. "So, thank you, for doing what you did in the woods. I know it wasn't for me and maybe I shouldn't even be thanking you but...I'm glad you were there. Hardly anyone speaks against her and him so...good of you to speak your mind, I guess."

Andy focused on his words, almost completely missing his comment about the party the night before and the girl he claimed was hot. To each his own, she supposed. A woman like that looked like a walking heart break but it wasn't her place. She didn't make the best choices in companions at the current moment either. Maybe that was their lot in life.

"It was for you... And me," Andy spoke up in late response to his thanks. She was going to leave it at that, but she was too tired to hold back anything, especially from Mason. "I hate the way she looks at you. Like you're some kind of monster. She judges you and doesn't even know you." Andy kept her voice low so only he could hear, but there was a sharp bite to it. "She's the monster. I saw it... the rage in her eyes. No one cares that I was there, what I saw or what I did. They all forgive her like it never happened. While I had to sit there with this... Burden. That I wasn't fast enough to save Jennova. That I couldn't call you and tell you the moment it happened. I carried her body... I buried her."

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Those images haunt my dreams. Jennova, the Underworld... Daniel," her voice cracked quietly at the mention of her brother's name. "Everyone expects me to be strong all the time. To forgive and forget... But I can't." For so long Andy has bottled everything up. But since camp has started again she's been unraveling. She never was the type to say her feelings, instead being strong for everyone else, not herself. She felt like she was falling apart piece by piece and she couldn't hold it in anymore.

The silence was broken when Mason spoke up. "You can go talk to him if you want. I mean... I would like you to at least wait for him to apologize but I wont mind."

Andy smiled weakly at the end of his comment. "I don't want to talk to him..." At this point, she couldn't care less if Ajax apologized or not. It sounded so foreign coming out of his mouth, especially directed toward her. For two words that were so simple, it carried a lot of weight. They're supposed to be equals in a relationship, but she always felt two steps behind. That she was constantly having to forgive what he has done. Then the one time Andy does something he doesn't agree with, he scolds her like a child. She didn't feel like his equal and if anything that supported the thought.

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"Not all of us. But I suppose I can see your point," he replied.

Of course not everybody would be on board for the ideal, harmonious and trusting environment Evelyn spoke of. Aside from Sylas having the opposite goal; greed, anger and envy existed outside of his menace. But she didn't have to explain the vague usage of harmony on camp to him. As he said, he saw the point anyway.

Sylas lips parted to respond to her calling him out. As things dared to get interesting and personal, they were interrupted by the airhorn concluding the game. "I guess you'll just have to wait to find out." He headed for the main hall while Evelyn froze in place. In his instance he was saved by the horn, but she couldn't blame him for that as luck was her forte.

"You're a formidable teammate. I wouldn't mind working with you again sometime," he said for final effect.

Her brows furrowed gently. Why did it feel like salt in a wound? A compliment with an unsaid juxtaposing position. After a moment of pondering, Evelyn sighed at herself and concluded not to waste anymore time on it. The solution was simple, don't team up with him or help him again.

She took her time returning to the hall, looking down at her feet and pondering who had won the game to keep her mind busy until someone bumped into her. “Watch it,” Evelyn said.

A fellow demigod flocked to her aid unnecessarily. Before she could even thank them for the thought, things escalated, they man handled the other that she recognised was on her team. She didn't react instantly. Evelyn regretted to even have second thoughts of intervening, as if she'd done her teamwork for the whole year. When her former teammate was tossed to the ground, she stepped forward.

"Really, Biff?" The boy with glasses teased earning him another blow.

“That's enough,” she said sharply. “Go. Now.” She kept her nerve until the Biff character was out of range. A hint of smile threatened to cross her lips as the accuracy of description hit her. But she quickly fixed her gaze to the male on the ground. “Why would you allow yourself to become McFly?” Evelyn stood by him and intended to walk with him until he was under the public eye again and could avoid trouble.

“I didn't catch your name. I'm Evelyn.”



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Anxiety grew on her at the concept of Wes going after the flag alone. Maybe some Trojans were lurking nearby and helping him. The airhorn sounded and she sighed out in relief. At least the damned game was over which meant no more harm could come to him. Now all there was to do was to wait a little while longer to see if he returned to the hall in one piece.

When she saw Duke, she felt the urge to spring out her seat and ask how many Trojans were out, how he go out and how the progress with Wes's new arm was going. Rumour had it both siblings treated his missing limb as a project, although she couldn't see the youngest member of camp to inquire. Then her eyes found Mason and Andy. The pair looked like they were winding down but deep in thought. They often looked burdened by something heavy - probably the loss of their siblings that they shared and who knew what else. Trinity chewed on her bottom lip. On one hand she wanted to ask about Wes's arm, on the other she owed it to Andy to tell her that most of the Trojans saw Daniel. But she didn't want to interrupt Mason and Andy's conversation. And she wanted to be right. What if her eyes deceived her and he just looked a little like the son of Hecate? Then Andy had every right to be pissed at her. She clenched her teeth a little. Trinity left her seat. She was going in, deciding the consequences of her being wrong and telling Andy was better than Andy finding some doppelganger of Daniel for herself.

“Hi guys,” she smiled a little, standing before Mason and Andy. “Sorry for interrupting but um...” she glanced between the two. Andy trusted Mason so it probably wouldn't be necessary to pull her aside. And this way, Mason could offer some back up whether Daniel was down under, emotional support and all sorts.

She bit her inner cheek, averting her gaze to her own fingers on the table. It was a lot harder suddenly to drop the bomb on her friend's head and it was downright cruel if she was wrong. But she knew what she saw. Wes and Ajax saw him too. “I think your brother's here,” she said softly and lifted her eyes to gauge Andy's reaction. “I- I don't know if it's a spell or ghost form...” Trinity was at a loss because it wasn't really Daniel and she didn't want Andy's hopes to skyrocket. Trinity saw the blade go through him. The blood on the grass, the blood on Andy.

She flickered her gaze to Mason worriedly, asking him to help Andy. To help make sense of this circumstance.


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Andy tried to muster her best smile as Mason wiped away her tear. "Maybe it is him. All we know is that he hasn't visited you yet and he's not talking much. That doesn't mean it's not him. Dying then being resurrected can effect a person." Her gaze fell slightly when he spoke. Of course, that could be true, but part of her thought that Mason was only saying that to help her not be so upset. She appreciated it… But she didn’t believe him. "And if it isn't Daniel...” Her gaze raised to meet his. "There's no obligation, Andy. You don't have to do anything," he concluded.

She didn’t know what to say. Mason was right. If this wasn’t Daniel… Just a shell. Then she had no obligation to be anything to him. Andy couldn’t help the flashbacks she got from last summer. The memories of Ajax without his soul, how careless and cold he was. Daniel nearly fought him in the middle of the entire camp because of how he treated her and now it’s as if the tables might have turned. Although, this time her brother is the ghost and Ajax is nowhere to be found.

Her attention was drawn back to Mason as the weight displaced on her bed as he stood. She didn’t want him to leave her alone. Gods was she tired of being left alone with her own thoughts. How much more of her own mind could she handle before it was too much? But Andy said nothing,

"Can I get you anything?"

”Can you go with me to find him? Please?” Andy sighed, resting her hands on her knees. She sat there in silence for a moment before moving to her feet. Her head was dizzy for a moment but wore off quickly. She gave a brief thought to changing, putting make up over her bruised and broken nose but she didn’t care. ”I don’t want to just… stumble upon him when I’m not prepared. And I don’t know if I can do it on my own.” She shook her head as she spoke.

She knew he was getting ready to leave and between everything that happened that day during capture the flag… their own little argument, Mason might want to be on his own. Andy didn’t blame him if he did. But she didn’t want to. Mason and Trinity were there for her through this and came to her immediately. Unlike Ajax who had to have known since he was on her brother’s team… Not that Andy knew if she wanted to talk to him anyway.

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"Not really. I mean, it wasn't your fault. That thing just came at me." Sloane walked in pace with Ji-Hyun, looking between his hand and eyes as he spoke. When he slashed his hand through the air she gasped slightly, taking a step back so the blood landed on the ground and not her. "But yeah, I'll take you up on that offer. Thanks."

”Be careful,” she warned with raised brows and a nervous laugh.

Sloane nodded her head toward him when he seemed all right and turned their path toward the cabins. "You know,” Ji-Hyun spoke up getting her attention as they walked. "Back in Korea this would never have happened. My grandmother would have freaked out if I came home with even a scratch on me. And my brother always stood up for me against the older guys."

Ji-Hyun paused mid-step, lost in thought. Sloane remained silent for a long moment, giving him the silence he might need. She glanced around at the surrounding area, freezing slightly when she met her own brother’s gaze as he made his way toward their cabin. Sylas didn’t seem happy that she was with Ji-Hyun. It even seemed like he had half a mind to beeline for her. ”Let’s go to your cabin.”

She took him by the elbow gently, and guided him in a different direction that wouldn’t lead them right toward her brother. Once Sylas was out of sight, she relaxed slightly, looking back toward the silent Ji-Hyun. ”I am sorry about your brother…” Sloane didn’t know what else to say. Deep down, she was envious of the relationship he had with his brother. Not that his brother was dead, but their closeness.

"But talking about him isn't going to bring him back, so nevermind me. What a game, huh? I can't believe they let us be the last line of defence for the flag. Wes climbed that tree so quickly I barely even saw it. Is it gonna be like this all the time, do you think they're going to try to make us warriors?" Ji-Hyun laughed weakly. "I don't think that's ever going to happen."

Sloane shrugged her shoulders. ”I can only assume so. Look at the Valis’, Trinity… or any of the other seasoned campers. They fight like… well, warriors.” She shrugged her shoulders, slowing their steps as they arrived at his cabin. She made her way up the steps of his porch, and motioned her hand to the door as a silent way of asking permission for her to enter.

”I’ve never been much of a fighter either... That’s Sylas’ area of expertise.”




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”That is true,” Trinity replied although she didn’t seem all that happy about it. Seeing the slight sadness in her face of the date no longer happening made Wes’ heart skip a beat. She looked up to him then back down before she continued to speak. “It is a bit of a shame.”

”I was looking forward to it too,” Wes whispered down toward her, just quiet enough so only she could hear him. His voice was gentle but sincere. He wanted every moment he could have with Trinity, and a moment alone was a rare gift. Giving that up was hard, but he knew her friend needed her.

Wes took a slight step toward her, raising his hand to brush back loose blonde strands. Before she could argue or say otherwise, Wes acted on impulse in the brief moment that they were alone. He leaned in toward her, pausing momentarily to glance into her eyes. His hand cupped the side of her face, his thumb brushing her cheek as he closed the distance between them. Wes heart raced as his lips pressed against hers for a brief, yet tender kiss.

He couldn’t help himself as he got lost in the kiss for longer than he intended, but Wes gently pulled away, smiling down at her with flushed cheeks. ”Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

”So what are you going to do to fill in your day without my amazing company? Personally, I'd suggest a shower or bath.” Trinity’s face cringed but couldn’t hide her smile. ”You're looking a little shiny,” she added while tracing her own jaw.

Wes laughed softly, raising his hand to brush his fingertips along his… shiny skin. ”Well I was in the rain,” he commented. But she was probably right. She also needed to see to her wound, but trying to get her to admit she needed first aid was like trying to get a boulder to move.

Trinity crossed her arms, obviously deep in thought for a long moment before she spoke up. “I could probably help look for your beast a little later if you want? I mean I know I’m Ares Daughter but there are others that look for any excuse for blood and violence. It’d be a pity if it- she was hurt by someone who’s not worthy.”

Wes smiled as he shifted his weight where he stood. ”I don’t know if I’d be able to find her. Who knows how the camp gets their creatures for our sport, or what they do with them afterwards.” He glanced down slightly as he rustled his hair. ”I can only hope that she was able to go back to the underworld. That’s the only real place for a hell hound.” He then looked up and smiled toward her. ”I appreciate it though, Blondie.”

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Mason looked away, shifting his gaze from her. Andy knew that look. She exhaled softly but waited silent and patient for him to speak up and protest. "I want to see him too. I just think you've had a big day and....you're not entirely ready," he finally said.

Andy tucked her top lip gently between her teeth while nodding her head. Big day, big week... big year. She felt like she hasn't been able to a get a break since came to camp. Everything seemed to bubble up and over flow one after the other, without a moment to breathe. She was so used to being overwhelmed and worrying about something that the thought of having a normal day was lost on her anymore. Mason wasn't trying to hurt her or offend her, but simply cared about how much she was putting herself through in the span of a couple hours.

"I'll go with you. Of course I'll go with you," Mason finally answered her question. "But it's not going to be any easier." He looked her over, not looking the most pleased about her eagerness to hunt down her brother. He then turned his back to her to give her some privacy, but Andy didn't move. "When you're ready."

Maybe Mason was right. So often she was the one trying to talk him down and get him to think rationally. Now it seemed as though the shoe was on the other foot. She wanted to go find her brother, stare him... or whatever he was in the eye and hope that seeing her was enough. But it was all false hope that, in the end, would only hurt her more. And she'd be lying if she said she was in a good mental state to handle that.

"Maybe you're right," she said barely above a whisper. "I need a second," Andy mumbled as she walked past Mason and headed into her bathroom. She shut the door behind her and locked it. She leaned back against the cool tile wall, her chest heaving on the edge of hyperventilating. Andy looked at her reflection in the mirror as she tried to calm herself, and what stared back at her was a ghost of herself. Gaunt, with dark circles under her eyes. Her nose was engulfed in deep shades of purple and blue, while dried blood stained her upper lip and the top of her shirt.

She hated being such a burden. Andy, for so long, was the person who was there for everyone else. And now she was person who was a zombie. She should have accepted their support, but she hated herself like this. At every turn Andy pushed her friends away not wanting to drag them down with her. A knot grew in her stomach as she thought about going back out into her room and tightened more when what she was really going to do crossed her mind.

Andy waved her hand over the mirror, instantly cleaning up the dirt and blood from her face. All the while casual clothes replaced her training attire, leaving what she wore earlier than day in a pile on the floor. Without a word to Mason, Andy opened the window in the bathroom and climbed out, landing in the grass below with a quiet thud. She felt bad leaving Mason and Trinity waiting for her, but she needed air. She loved her friends, but she was exhausted. Tired of wearing a brave face from sun up to sun down. Tired of saying she was fine when she wasn't. And tired of making others worry about her when it was out of their control, even her own.

She wondered her way through the woods, avoiding the paths in case someone decided to chase after her. Somehow Andy managed to find a small cliff overlooking the lake. And for the first time in days she felt like she could breathe. Andy walked to the edge and slowly sat down, allowing her feet to hang over the edge. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of the breeze in her hair as she conjured an ice pack in her hand. With grumble to herself about her purple face, she raised the pack to her nose then laid back on the ground and stared up at the sky.




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Sylas watched begrudgingly as his sister detoured away from their cabin with Ji-Hyun. Meddling was what Eris children were good at but he couldn't help but sneer at the thought of his sister spending time with demigods of weak and worthless Gods like Hypnos. Such a waste of time. The only people worth manipulating were those with real power or standing in the camp. The ones constantly at each others' throats or at the heart of this ridiculous excuse of a camp.

He groaned to himself as he pushed off the tree beside him and redirected himself back to the main part of camp. Thankfully most of the soreness from the fight with Andy had seemed to wear off, although he was sure her rage had only started. The mere thought of the anger brewing in the girl made him smile. It wasn't a long fight but it was enough... Just enough for him to persuade her subconscious and plant seeds of discord within here. He hadn't been at camp very long but from what he saw, she was one of the few things that kept Mason and the Valises from ripping each other apart. Now wouldn't that be a sight.

As Sylas made his way back to the main hall to find someone to make his time less boring, he couldn't help but notice a trio closely cluttered together. His brows quirked as his pace slowed, watching them curiously. No doubt new to the camp by the way they never left each others' sides nor seem to know where to go or what to do. He pursed his lips, slipping his hands into his pockets and lightly kicked a near by rock.

Since there were no better takers, Sylas decided to watched where they wondered to. As they approached the stables, he finally took to walking and followed behind the blonde trio. He wasn't in a rush to follow after them and would rather he stumble upon the newbies rather than blatantly look like he chased after them. He slowed upon reaching the entrance, propping himself against the doorframe just in time to hear one of them introduce himself to a visually perturbed Alex. "Hello there, my name is Ethan Knox and my companions and I are new arrivals to this camp. I was wondering if the stables was open to all campers here. If not we'll leave an get out of your hair."

Sylas chuckled behind the group with a slight smile. "Looks like the Counselors aren't giving proper orientations."




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“You kissed me." Wes didn't fight his smile and it only seemed to grow when Trin couldn't fight hers as well.

"Is that what that was?” he teased with a playful smirk.

“It’s okay. It was... nice.” Wes's gaze followed hers as it dropped to her hand that still clutched the fabric of his shirt. He laughed softly as she released her hold and apologized. “Oh, sorry.” He tried to take her hand in his but she dropped it too quickly and took a step back. Wes sighed softly letting his own hand drop back to his side.

Trinity respected his decision to not chase after the hell hound he happened to befriend in capture the flag. He may have persuaded the beast to his side but that's not where she belonged. He never liked the taming of wild animals who deserved to be free. But by the look on Trin's face she was about to dive into serious territory. So, instead of speaking he stood their silent and waited for her to say whatever was on her mind.

“But,” the blonde added, holding up her index finger. Wes raised a brow curiously. “Just to be a classic party pooper, if you weren't who you were, tell me you understand those things would rip us to shreds.” He had half of a mind to make a joke at that moment. But something told him that even under Trinity's light tone there was a seriousness and worry. It was nothing new to anyone that Wes not a seasoned fighter... in the slightest. And made dumb decisions. He gave a subtle nod of his head toward her showing that he understood.

“Did you know you have one arm now? And uh, that makes you more vulnerable to attacks. Especially towards predatory animals and creatures, they pick up on it like-” Trinity then snapped her fingers.

"Shit? I have one arm!?"

Wes feigned shock with a huge grin on his face. His chuckled slowly faded away as Trinity closed the distance to him. One hand grasped his shoulder, the other pressed his chest causing him to take in a quick breath. “What if I just dug my claws in now?” He glanced down slightly at her hand, then met her gaze once again.

Trinity then smirked teasingly. “Or had a knife?” With a movement of her wrist, cold metal was pressed against the warm skin of Wes's neck. He raised his chin slightly at the touch and even found himself smirking back down at her. Anyone else should have felt unbelievably intimidated in that situation. Trinity was one of the most deadly people at camp... And she was holding a blade at his throat. Quit poetically she held his life in his hands. Yet Wes was calm.

Seeing Trinity like the predator she was only made him fall for her more. He never met a woman so powerful. No one would dare cross her or second guess her abilities. She could kill him in an instant, before Wes could even try to fight back. But under her intimidating display, he could see glimpses of her protectiveness... and worry for his well being. Wes didn't falter though. He stood his ground and held her gaze without wavering.

The blonde kept the blonde there for a long moment still. Then she dropped it and in that moment, Wes released the breath he hadn't realized he was holding in. Trinity then closed the distance between them, shifting to the tips of her toes to place a gentle kiss upon his jaw. Wes's stoic expression cracked to another ridiculous grin. He was half tempted to grab her while she was close and kiss her again. But he restrained himself. A hard task indeed.

“See, completely open to attack. A mob of women could have pounced on you,” she said with an innocent shrug and a cheeky grin.

Seeing as how they might be waiting a long while for Andy to reemerge from her cabin, Wes lowered himself and took a seat on a near by tree stump. "Well..." He finally spoke up, grin still plastered on his faze his left hand reached out and took her hand. "I don't want a mob of women." His smile grew as he gently tugged Trinity toward him and guided her to take a seat on his left leg. Part of him had a feeling she'd fight him on that. She was an independent woman and things went slow for her, which he respected without question. But Wes wasn't trying to make a move on her. He simply wanted the brief moment they had alone to sit with her.

"And you know..." he added, casually wrapping his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her hip. "If you're worried about me. You could just tell me to not be an idiot and get myself killed," he said with a soft chuckle as he looked up at her. Of course, they both knew that asking that only went so far. His stupidity lost him his arm and it could easily take his life as well. He wasn't much of a fighter. They knew that. He could only imagine the scarier thought for her was that he would stupidly get himself killed for her without hesitation. Wes's expression grew a little more serious as he sighed and let his cheek rest against Trinity's shoulder.

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Andy heard the rustling in the trees behind her long before footsteps approaching. She was so exasperated by everything that she didn’t care what it was. Camper? Friend? Foe?... Hades? It didn’t matter at that point. Andy didn’t look over to the source of the footsteps until the person sat down beside her. She didn’t know who to expect. A pissed of Mason ready to argue with her for leaving without a word? Trinity? Maybe Ajax trying to apologize to her again for the… She’s lost track how many times he’s apologized to her since they’ve been together.

But no… It was Emery. Andy pulled the ice pack from her face and slowly sat up. She gave the girl her best smile, but she knew it wasn’t very convincing.

"Can I help with your nose, or would you rather be left alone?" Emery asked as she looked out over the lake. "Looks like you got yourself a hell of a beating."

Andy’s brows furrowed, taking her a moment to remember that Athena children could heal. She smiled, letting her hands, holding the ice pack fall into her lap. "Yeah," she chuckled weakly. "Had a run in with Sylas during the game. Just a nice little souvenir." She motioned to her nose as she talked. It wasn’t a comfortable wound, but Andy was never one overly worried about her appearance.

"If you don’t mind… I would greatly appreciate it. I don’t know how I would be able to repay you." Andy ran her finger along the ice pack. After a moment or two she made it vanish under her touch. "I could conjure something for you… Anything you want." She smiled softly as she brushed loose brunette hairs behind her ear. "Or, ya know, bore you with boring conversation about stuff you probably don’t care about. Sadly I’m not as entertaining as I used to be." Andy laughed, shrugging her shoulders slightly.




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[color= #68838b]"Yeah, Sylas seems like he might like a good scuffle,"[/color] said before he opened the door to his cabin and motioned her inside.

Sloane slowly entered the cabin, but quickly moved aside as Ji-hyun began to run around and clean his room bed he could. She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. She didn’t care how clean or messy it was. Honestly, it was the first cabin she’s been in aside from her own. It wasn’t like people were lining up to befriend the awkward weird girl who could probably make them all go crazy.

"Sorry, just a moment," Ji-hyun said as he continued to rush around, clearing a chair and gathering things together best he could.

"It’s ok," Sloane said as she looked around the room. Instead of focusing on the mess she took in his way of life. The little bits of decoration, the places he seemed to enjoy the most… Of course, the bed, which was no surprise, considering his parentage. Even in the clutter it felt far more welcoming and warm than her own cabin. But one major thing was different… No Sylas. She couldn’t help but be envious of that fact.

Ji-hyun turned the now cleared chair around and offered it to her as he spoke. "If I'd known someone was coming in I would have tidied up this morning." He went to take a seat on the bed but quickly stood back up. "Um, yes. I have a first aid kit in the cabinet."

Ji-hyun went to grab it before Sloane could offer to retrieve it herself. She gave a slight smile as she reached out and took the kit from him, then motioned for him to take a seat on the bed opposite her. "You didn’t need to pick up for me. This is your home now, I’m just a guest," Sloane said as she opened the first aid kit and began to rummage through it’s contents for what she needed.

Sloane paused, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought. "Umm… It might be better to do this in the bathroom." She closed the box and moved to her feet. Sloane didn’t wait for him to agree or disagree. Instead she gently took his non-injured hand and led him to his bathroom. She put down the toilet lid, then gently motioned for him to sit down.

She set the first aid kit down on the counter and began to pull out the things she’d need: alcohol, gauze, ointment, needle, thread, tape. Sloane made sure her hair was out of her face before she gently took Ji-hyun’s wounded hand. "It looks worse than it is," she said as she turned on tepid water and carefully guided his blood covered hand beneath it. She was careful to be gentle as she wiped his skin clean, avoiding putting the wound directly under the water source.

Sloane turned off the water and grabbed the alcohol. "This part won’t be pleasant… I’m sorry," she said sheepishly as she removed the cap then took hold of his hand again. She waited for his ok, then poured the alcohol over the wound. Sloane could only imagine how much it burned but she knew an injury this deep had to be flushed to avoid infection. Ji-hyun would be thankful for it later.

Once it was clean, Sloane kneeled on the ground before him. She took a towel and dried his hand as gently as she could manage. She leaned in closer to assess the wound, trying to gauge how deeply he was cut. "I think… You may need a couple stitches. Three, maybe five. But it looks pretty deep."

Sloane made quick work of stitching him up, trying to make the discomfort pass as swiftly as possible. She then held his hand in her left, while her right gently rubbed ointment along the cut. And finally, she wrapped his hand so that no new bacteria or anything else could get into it. "I don’t know if it’s the prettiest mending… But it’s better than being forced to stay in the med hut overnight for a little cut." Sloane smiled up a him slightly before she stood back up and began to clean up after herself.




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“I mean I could, but that’s not very fun, or effective,” Trinity said with a slight smile. Wes saw through it though. They both knew the truth… That no matter how much she begged him to be careful and to think of himself, he couldn’t. Not when she was more important than himself. Of course, she’d disagree. But that was what relationships were like right? Although relationship was a loose term… Wes was committed to Trinity, but they never put a label on what they were. He didn’t want to pressure her and he was content waiting. But in his eyes, he’d do anything for her… And dying for her fell under that category. He was almost certain she knew that he was that type of person and unfortunately, no matter how much she persisted, his nature wouldn’t change.

He smiled contently as they sat there, letting his eyes close when her fingers first ran through his hair. But Wes’ eyes quickly shot open when she gave his hair a tug rather than affectionately playing with his hair. He raised his head to look over at her with furrowed brows only to be met by a sly grin and a pat on his head. Wes rolled his eyes slightly and was about to rest his head against her shoulder, but before he could Trinity broke the silence.

“Now, before you rudely interrupted, tell me how the lover responds to love then. Fair enough, you're not textbook definition of a fighter, but say some girls were sexy and charming and they wanted a piece of Wesley Preston, do you feed their appetite?”

Wes’ brows furrowed as he sighed, adjusting how he was sitting so that he could look at her. It seemed just enjoying each other’s company wasn’t on the menu. “You don’t like silence very much, do you?” he teased. “Well…” he started, trying to think of his answer. He had never been asked something like that before. “Before camp… Before you, I would have went with them.” His gaze drifted off, focusing on some insignificant piece of dirt rather than look at her. “I wasn’t a good person before camp, not to say I’m much better now… But your assumptions of the type of person I was… They aren’t wrong.”

It wasn’t easy admitting to the girl he cared for the kind of person he was. Wes could tell she was trying to see how he used to be, maybe to see if he wasn’t like the stereotype of Aphrodite kids… But the truth was… he was. Womanizer was an adequate term. He didn’t know the number of women and honestly, Wes didn’t want to sit down and figure it out. Since he’s been at camp he’s changed, tried to be a better person and thinking back on how he used to be only filled him with disgust… for himself.

Wes could see Trinity’s wheels turning before she asked another question. “So...so, erhm, who becomes insatiable in that case, when they sleep together? Is it Aphrodite or... the people?”

“I uh…” Wes struggled for words, clenching his jaw slightly as he thought. “It depends on the people. I don’t think I can give a clear answer. Some people are like vampires when it comes to their lust… I don’t think it has to do with a connection to Aphrodite, but personal appetite.”

Trinity sat there silent for a while, but out of the corner of his eye Wes could see the thoughts and questions all over his face. Her expression made his stomach turn and not while his gaze diverted. Her arm tightened around his neck, causing his breath to catch for a brief moment before he looked over at her. “Can you tell me about - ”

Then the sound of Andy’s cabin door closing followed by Mason walking off without a word caught his attention. Wes didn’t know if he was thankful for the interruption as he felt the tension leave him… Or angered by it. Deep down Wes knew these questions and the conversation was inevitable. Maybe it would be good to get it out of the way sooner rather than later so Trinity could decide if she could accept… or not accept the person he was and, in part, still is.

“Oh boy,” Trinity mumbled before standing up. Wes sighed softly, letting his hand fall from her side and rest on his knee. “Should I go check on her?”

Wes pushed off his knee as he stood up and ran a hand through his hair. “You know Andy better than me.” He could tell Andy has been acting weird for a while now. Every since the new year started, it was like a gut feeling inside him said that something was off. Just something small, almost like a tumor that was slowly growing inside her. Wes wasn’t all knowing but he could feel something dark when he was around her and it wasn’t Andy, it was foreign. Wes hadn’t told anyone because how do you explain something like that to someone else and expect them to believe you? He had felt it around some of the other campers as well. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was something else, but he had no proof beyond a guy feeling. So, he remained silent on the matter.

“Maybe she needs girl time.” He shrugged slightly. “She’s dealing with her brother… But she is also dealing with her boyfriend and her best friend constantly trying to kill each other. I can’t imagine it’s easy for her to open up completely to either one of them.” Wes sighed, looking in the direction Mason disappeared in. “I could go talk to him. I don’t know how much help I could be… But I’m not a Valis.”

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"Hello there, my name is Ethan Knox and my companions and I are new arrivals to this camp." At first, thinking they were talking to someone else close by, Alex didn't pay attention to them until she realizes they were, in fact, talking to her. She takes Pegasus' riding gear off and allows him to wander inside of his stable.

"I... um...welcome." she said, holding back from what she was originally going to say before distracting herself by closing the stable door. "I'm Alex." she smiles as best as she can, hopeful of it not looking mechanical, while the rest of her body felt like screaming or shouting with the anger that clawed its way at her insides. At least they didn't know about the hallucinations. The way she still felt was like being trapped in a deep, dark hole with no way out.

Her palms began to sweat as she chews lightly at the skin on her bottom lip, and pulls her long sleeved top over her knuckles, holding them in place with her fingers digging into her palms.

How long were they going to hang around?

"I was wondering if the stables were open to all campers here. If not we'll leave an get out of your hair." she was about to reply to him until she heard a chuckle behind the trio. She leans to the right slightly, looking right at a guy who had a slight smile across his mouth as he propped himself up against the door frame.

"Stable are open to anyone." she answers their question.
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Alex walks towards him, standing not too far away from the trio, and a few feet in front of Sylas. "Have we met?" she asks, her head tilting slightly.




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Duke approached and put a hand on Ajax's shoulder, his smile stiff. "She'll always come back." As always, Duke was right. His Wild-Child of a younger sister always found her way back. Even if she was royally pissed at him for about a week, tops. Just like with Alex, Duke and Ajax had been the best of friends for absolute years. Always looking up to him, always offering decent advice.

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"Flying carpet is more my style." he smiles.

"Come on, Aj, if you have any energy to spare we'll train." Duke pats his brother's back, and Ajax let out a sigh as he rubs at his imaginary beard. "Alright, but you asked for it" he chuckles. Half of him knew Duke wouldn't take no for an answer anyway, and the other half of him could do with the distraction and release.

He leads the way down to the training grounds that had always looked like a large gladiator arena, and playfully smacks Duke in the shoulder before he gets into a boxing stance, both fists up near his face with light footwork in the sand beneath their feet. "Ready." he smirks and uses one hand to taunt his brother towards him.




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It didn't take long for the dark hair young woman to introduce herself as Alex. Ethan figured it was probably short for something like Alexandra or Alexandria. It was also very apparent that she was distracted just by her mannerisms alone. Hearing that the stables were open to them, Ethan was about to thank Alex when another voice rang out.

"Looks like the Counselors aren't giving proper orientations."

The trio quickly turn to see another person at the stable entrance. This one had brown hair and was tall like Heath. Ethan quickly replied to his comment.

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

The young women named Alex started walking towards the new guy and asked if they met yet. Looks like not all of the campers met yet. That sounded strange to Ethan since they just trained. It made him curious on what kind of training they did if these two hadn't properly met yet. Maybe they just didn't have the time to socialize regularly.

Heath was silent through the interactions because something was definitely wrong. Iliana had begun to shake and Heath knew this was a sign that she was loosing control of herself. Ethan felt it also and went over to Iliana casually and place a hand on her shoulder to make his serenity inducement more effective. Alex looked like a cage animal ready to strike, and Ethan figured it would be best to get himself and his friends moving. Ethan wanted to help Alex, but trying all he could not to get Iliana to unleash her powers.

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

Iliana was hanging by a thread emotionally. Alex's anger was having a profound effect on her and it was only because of Ethan's soothing energy that kept her from exploding. Anyone looking at Iliana would have seen someone who had gone deathly pale, but her amber eyes had gone dark, a sure sign she was about to explode herself. When Ethan placed his hand on her shoulder, she felt his energy instantly and felt herself regaining her breath and she sighed. She knew this was only a temporary fix and knew Ethan wouldn't be able to keep this up for a long length of time. Still it gave her the chance to look at Alex and wonder what had caused her to feel such anger. Even though Iliana could pick up emotions quickly, she would never know initially who the emotions were aimed at. Themselves or someone else? She was relieved when Ethan and Heath started to move them away from Alex and the other person.

Heath was just as relieved. When they were a ways from the duo, he turned to Iliana and asked, "What was wrong, Lia?"

Iliana looked at Heath, and taking her notebook, she wrote down her answer and showed it to both Ethan and Heath.

~Alex has so much anger within her. It's scary.~

Both young men signed and nodded.

"Do you still want to explore the stables or leave?" Heath asked her.

This made Iliana hesitate. All of her thoughts and feelings were screaming for her to leave, but her instincts were giving her pause. Trying to figure out what they were trying to tell her, she allowed her eyes to roam before settling on the person who Alex was addressing. Something about him did not feel right. Even though Alex's anger was the dominant emotion she was feeling at the moment, she couldn't help but feel that something was off about the brown hair young man. And that made her more scared then Alex's hidden fury.

~What is wrong with me?~ she thought.

Heath and Ethan saw Iliana look at the new man too. Heath could tell that his adopted sister was having a hard time making up her mind because she started gnawing on her lower lip. So naturally, he took the lead and started leading them towards another exit.

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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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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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Image "What, no rules first? No kidney punches, powers?"

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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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas 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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"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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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos
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Iliana observed as the young man interacted with something. She wondered who's son he belong to because she felt naturally drawn to him. Was it his soothing energy or something else? She tried to recall what she knew about the other gods, but was drawing up blank. That was because her memory worked best when things naturally came to her, not when she forced it. Still she slowly approached him and it was then she noticed he was missing an arm. She never met anyone who was missing a limp before. She couldn't help but wonder if he was born that way or lost it another way. Her gut told her he lost it somehow.

She froze in fear though when he turned around and saw her. She would have bolted but he spoke up.

"Don't worry, you're safe."

He then proceeded to try and calm her down and she finally saw he was holding a rabbit. While Iliana had a bigger affinity for flora, she still liked fauna. Hearing the demi-god say that the rabbit was probably more dangerous then him caused the edges of Iliana's mouth to tip up slightly. While it wasn't even a grin, it was probably the closest to a grin Iliana had had in a long time. The person then proceeded to introduce himself as Wesley and that he was Aphrodite's son. Well that made sense since he had this air about him that drew her in. Iliana had only met Aphrodite once when she was a small child and had briefly lived with her mother. It was the time right after her father's death and before she went to live with Heath's family. She had never met anyone more beautiful. She had just learned how to make flower wreaths and gave one to Aphrodite at random when the goddess visited her mother's private greenhouse for something. The Goddess of Beauty loved it and told her she had a knack for making beautiful things. It was those words as to why Iliana still made flower wreaths.

After Wesley finish speaking, Iliana came forward and sat down next to him before writing in her note pad before holding it out. She always used a clean sheet when talking with strangers.

On it it said, "My name is Iliana and my mother is Demeter. I can't talk. I've met your mother years ago. She was nice."

After Wesley read it, she pulled the notebook back to her and looked down. It was very hard to look people in the eye still.




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"That was pretty intense back there wasn't it Heath? I've heard how powerful Zeus could be, but to see one of his kids start to use it . . . needless to say I am glad Alex's brother calmed her down before she unleashed her power. I don't think I could have lived through that. What do you suppose caused Alex to get churned up like that? She was already a ticking time bomb." Ethan commented after they left the stables.

Heath thought on that for a moment. While it was true that Alex was already walking on the edge, she didn't appear to start to go over it until after she approached the one guy, who had seemed to also give Iliana some uneasiness.

"This is only an educated guess, Ethan, but it may had to have something to do with those two other guys in the stables. I know there are some Demigods who's powers can cause emotional chaos, so it wouldn't surprise me if it was something like that. It's not our problem anymore so let's focus on the task at hand. Hopefully if we're lucky, Iliana hasn't run into anyone." Heath replied, wanted to concentrate on finding his adopted sister.

She would always come first for him, but he would definitely pass closer attention to those other guys from here on out.

Ethan nodded in compliance and the two continued to walk in silence, but the auburn hair demigod didn't stay quiet for long. He was an extrovert after all and talking came naturally to him.

"You know I can't help but wonder what the true purpose of this camp is. Is it really meant to be a sanctuary?"

That caused Heath to turn sharply and he replied instantly, "Oh course it is. Our mothers promised us we'd be safe from humans here."

"Mmm, yes, from humans, but what about from each other? We don't know anyone here and when you have basically a bunch of strangers with powers together, it's bound to cause drama. And not to mention that I think my mom did say there were campers here from last year. Who knows what kind of relationships were established back then."

"So what's your point?"

"That I really hope this place helps Iliana and she not regress if there's too much drama."

Heath would have responded, but the two suddenly came upon something they thought they'd never see. There appeared to be a couple of sorts kissing. And they were right in site of the path that led to their cabin. Ethan turned away and saw one of the same guys as before leaning against a tree. This was definitely a more awkward situation and so the two just look at each other and decided to take the back route. Quietly, they walked away and went behind the cabins.

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