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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
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx w i l d xx f e r o x xx \ ˈ w ī ( - ə ) l d \ x





"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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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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"I'm Wesley Preston... Not that that matters," Alex never liked him doing that to himself, talking like he didn't matter. He did matter, and he was just as important to the Camp as anyone else. "Alex is my best friend. She is a good and kind person, who would sooner fall on her blade for someone else rather than be the one to take a life. There is no way that she did this without being under the influence of someone else. I would stake my life on her innocence." He looked towards her, giving her a slight smile which she returned. "She's not a murderer." Alex looked to the Gods that stood in the room. She tried to see if she could make out their reactions to Wes's words, but none of them even flickered any clue of emotion. Still, Wes had done his best to voice his thoughts about her, to try and show the rest of the room that she really wasn't a monster.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

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



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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Eve Drakos
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“More or less,” Sylas responded, making her smile. She'd take it. “I might add that you're not being very... subtle. Your pretty face might not last much longer if you do not learn some tact.” And she thought she had been unkind, holding Eve in similar regards to a child. But it was a potential reality for the daughter of Hera.

Evelyn so much as shifted her weight to follow Sylas before, true to her nature, Eve didn't respond so well to the comments made. “God, Look at you both. Standing there so self-serious. You make something that is supposed to fun, tedious and boring. Speaking with big words and double meanings rather than actually doing anything.”

Evelyn tilted her head. What exactly was supposed to be fun that they made tedious and boring? “We're sorry you feel that way,” Evelyn offered emptily. The words were unapologetic and instead translated to we're not changing for your benefit. Gods, more double meaning. Consider her called out to a degree.

When Eve's eyes moved to Sylas, she quickly understood the first jab must have been more for her and Sylas's was impending. “And you, you fancy yourself a little mastermind of some imaginary game you’re playing?” She laughed then approached Sylas's ear to have some more intimate words with him.

“Contrary to what you've been lead to believe... Not everyone can be your puppet. Maybe you should refresh your knowledge of the Gods.”

Just give her the answers Sylas, but it didn't matter for all Eve called over her shoulder was, “I prefer to think of them as dolls.”

Evelyn tried her very best not to break out into a grin watching Eve wander off to a new victim and lick her wounds. She didn't often take such pleasure in another's faults, but Eve was so remorseless and shameless and just herself. “You try to help a girl and she thinks you're playing 'riddle me this'. If I didn't know better, I'd say you upset her.” They hadn't blatantly told Eve what the problem was but they very well pointed her in the right mind path.

Once again Evelyn let herself be guided by Sylas into the arena. As she settled in, she couldn't remove her gaze from him and of course, it was rude to stare, but it was a compliment to ponder. “You have much explaining to do,” she forewarned him and let a hint of a smile cross her lips before her eyes turned on Alexandria as the trial began.

Many spoke for her, claiming she was a good person at heart and this event held some extraneous variable propelling Alex into her actions. In the hall, even Ajax had said something about believing an item to be cursed by Hades. In Evelyn's version of court or a trial, the only thing that would truly stand and make a difference was hard evidence, or at least, a compelling argument. When did Ajax intend to show the bracelet? Unless it didn't give him all the answers he could hope. It was silly placing so much faith in one theory.

Evelyn's thumb tapped on her lips as emotions got involved. Mason chose to refer to the son of Hecate as dead because of the Valises and her gaze flickered to Keith. There were so many kinds of death after all. Reluctantly she tore her eyes from the boy with glasses to focus back on the present talkers. Then Ajax spoke, who still didn't bring the cursed item into the argument. She couldn't follow their logic, a trial was no time to withhold information. Then the Gods introduced the Pensieve luckily, and it allowed a large peek, larger than what would have been welcomed, into Alex's actions. Evelyn's eyes widened at the brutal attack and she sat straighter, thumb glued to her bottom lip in shock. If these were the moments prior, it was no wonder they thought her cursed. The shock factor took Evelyn's keen eye for detail out of the equation, however.

Alex begged for a break and her wish was granted. Evelyn sighed mixed with disappointment and relief as her hand finally moved to cup her own neck. Gods knew how long the intermission would be. She looked around to the rest of them, avoiding Sylas's eyes should he share an insensitive comment about the scene that unravelled before him. At the same time, it was important not to tip any weights so he could appear more favourable in her mind. Let it be raw. “Entertained so far?” she inquired, looking at him finally.

“Also, I am terribly curious to see what you think of my matchmaking skills.” Evelyn gestured to Eve, who now latched to a boy whose name she couldn't recall. But he looked relatively vulnerable to the charms of a woman. He was definitely someone to stroke the blonde's ego. “But I'm most curious,” she smiled knowing she was daring Sylas to answer her again, “to know why you interfered with Eve. That hand intercept of yours could almost be seen as a preserving move. Now, a man's intentions can remain his own, but if you don't tell me I'll just assume you have a secret soft spot for me,” she stated, mocking a matter of fact tone.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“It is too easy to take someone’s will for your own,” Pete said as he turned to Sloane. “Hard to prove though.”

Sloane looked him over slightly, while her fingers twiddled in her lap. He wasn't wrong. It was so easy to persuade people, no matter how much she disliked it. She tried to fight the urge to glance over at Liam, but eventually her gaze found her way to the brute of a man. And it seemed for the brief moment she looked to him, Liam's gaze met her own. She inhaled sharply and nodded her head in agreement to her present company's comment. "It's hard to prove magic. It doesn't leave a finger print."

Then, when Pete was presented with her question he flashed her a half of a smile. “Oh, I don’t give those away, even for a penny.” Sloane remained sitting upright and poised as he leaned forward to deal with some matter with his shoe. “She’s guilty alright. Just depends if they want her dead or not.” Her gaze followed the motioning of his hand toward the present Gods.

Honestly, Sloane didn't much care for the verdict. She ran a hand back through her dark hair as she studied the surrounding Gods and demigods, half wanting it to go one way and half another. Pete's tone showed he was as detached from the proceedings as she felt, although she tried not to be as open about it. Olympus court was nothing like the courts of mortals. There... Alex would be guilty. No contest.

“Though, I’m not the smartest lad.” Sloane smirked as he acknowledged their earlier comment. But then it quickly faded as she watched his attention shift from her to something past her. She slowly turned her head finding the red head that caught his attention. The girl sat with her brother and stared unabashedly toward her. “Despite your best efforts, you’ve drawn attention.” And then Sylas's own gaze found his way back toward her.

Sloane sighed, leaning back in her seat, sparing a side eyed glance toward Pete. "That's unfortunate. I thought I could go through life invisible."

The trial quickly resumed and it seemed as though how easily everything seemed to be turned against the Daughter of Zeus, one memory surfaced from the girl turned the tables entirely. Then as swiftly as the proceedings started up, they ended with the word of Ares gave the final sentence to Hades, banishing him to Tartarus. Nothing was said of Alex, but no doubt she was now innocent. If she weren't in the company of Gods and demigods alike she might have even scoffed at how easily the verdict flipped sides.

"Well... That was convenient," was all Sloane managed to mutter about the conclusion of the trial, speaking only quiet enough for Pete to hear. With a sigh, she pushed off of the seat, moving to her feet. She had no desire to linger around or mingle. "I think I've had enough of Olympus for quite some time," she concluded with a polite nod toward Pete.

Sloane was unsure if Pete would follow her or not. He was free to do as he wished, but she desired to have her feet firmly upon the mortal ground. Being one of the first to leave the Acropolis, she didn't have to snake her way around many others, only slipping past the daughter of Hecate who lingered by the exit. She found the Pegasus where they were left and quickly mounted it. Sloane wanted nothing more to take off and descend back down to earth, but remembering the ratio of campers to creatures, she sighed and decided to wait until someone wished to join her.




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Sylas's brow quirked as Evelyn took hold of his collar, begging him to keep his attention on her. “If I had to pick one of the three, I'd say the first,” she said as she released the fabric of his shirt. “You do strike me as someone that doesn't like to share and is very self-orientated. Worrying about another's actions seems beneath you, especially with nothing to tie you and Eve together. As for the last option, as flattering as the thought is, I don't believe we've had enough time together for you to grow such attachment. Yet,” she concluded.

Evelyn definitely was much smarter than she let looked. It was rare for someone to surprise Sylas like she did. Of course, even he himself could not clearly agree or disagree with some of her assumptions, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy watching her connect the dots to what she assumed was him. He couldn't help but smile as her stifled laugh in regards to his other comment. “I don't think I'd appreciate being anyone's puppet. No matter their fun value. I can imagine it though.”

Sylas hummed at the comment, like he took that as a challenge. But said nothing. He let his gaze drift back to some of the bullshit that could barely be considered a proper trial. More of he said she said, way too many character witnesses and people who have no stake in the matter feeling the need to state their peace when it was uncalled for. Then there was a recess. Surprising. It seemed as though the trial had barely been underway yet they were breaking. At this rate there wouldn't be a verdict for another decade.

“Eve wants gossip to collect information and to pull on a few heartstrings. She wants to be the embodiment of envy and jealousy to women, and desire to men. I'd be a great informant for her, but considering I'm not a male, she'd grow bored and release her spell. Now as your puppet, the bidding you'd have me do could vary.” He chuckled as he leaned back in his seat. “If you're lucky all you might have to do is ask rather than be domineering.”

"I'm not much of the... asking type. But I'll keep that in mind." Sylas turned his attention toward Evelyn, preparing to continue the conversation with more innuendos and presumptuous talking but found her looking toward the back of the arena.

He didn't really bother himself with what might have caught her attention, that was until she spoke. “Do you happen to know who that devilishly handsome man is by your sister?”

Sylas had to fight the urge to snap his head around in his sister's direction. But he knew an action like that wouldn't go unnoticed by Evelyn. He kept his expression unchanging as he slowly turned around and set her eyes on Sloane. He didn't know who expected to be sitting beside her, but definitely not the man he encountered earlier that day. What in the world were Eve and her brother playing at? His brows furrowed as he held Sloane's gaze for the brief moment she looked in their direction.

He smirked as he face forward. Sure, Sylas could have approached his sister... caused a scene. But her knowing that he saw it was torture enough for her, at least for the time being. "That would be the brother to our dear Eve." Sylas then ran his hand back through his hair trying to project the facade of someone unfazed. Sloane knew very well that her magic wouldn't work on the boy, yet she let him sit with her. So, either he was distracting her or she was dumb. And he knew his sister wasn't dumb. But he'd get the truth from her later. "No doubt he must be up to something nefarious, like his sister."

Then, before he knew it, the trial concluded. It was almost out of left field how suddenly Alex's memories brought forth sufficient enough evidence to convict the one God all the others hated. Interesting how they are so quick to incriminate him, yet drag on for ages to do the same for the girl. Prejudice bullshit. If it were a child of any of the other unfavored Gods like Hecate, Hades, Eris... or even Hera, they would have been damned from the moment they stepped upon the soil of Olympus. But no, Alex was a daughter of Zeus. Un-fucking-touchable. Sylas couldn't quite hide his disgust at the way things unfolded. Not nearly as entertaining as he'd had hoped.

With a sigh, he pushed off his knees and stood. "Well I do think that our conversation was the highlight of this trip. Because this trial was rather disappointing." Sylas looked over to Mason. He wouldn't be half surprised if he saw him leap over the side of the arena and attack Alex right there. Would he help the son of Hades? Who knew. But the trial was bullshit. He could only imagine how fuming Mason would be as the little mouse who couldn't speak tried to communicate with him... Probably trying to be sympathetic. Why was it whenever someone tried to give their sympathies they always had to share a story about themselves, like that made it any better? It never did.

Sylas scanned the group of demigods. Half relieved, half pissed... A melting pot of emotions, ready to bubble over at any moment. This was a recipe for chaos, even without the added help of himself or the Hera kids. It was only a matter of time before all hell broke loose at camp and they were all going for each others' throats. "I give it a week before half of the demigods here are going at one another."




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"Hey," Mason's voice broke the silence. Andy quickly spun around on her heels, her right fist balled. She wanted to tell him to leave her alone, just go away but the words never found their way to her lips. Instead she crossed her arms as he held up his hands as a way to show her he wasn't there to fight. Not that time, anyway. "I come in peace. I just wanted to check you were okay."

"I'm not." Her reply was brief. She didn't try to mask her frustration and anger, letting it show in the way she stood, her facial expression and even the whole two words she spoke. Any other day, Andy would have probably rambled on about everything that had her pissed off. She wouldn't have been thankful at his presence. But not then.

"I also wanted to say I am grateful for your testimony and offering to have your memories looked into. I know it's not over yet but I wanted to say thanks, it means a lot. I'm scared shitless to see what you saw." He even laughed once. Was this his idea of fixing everything that had been broken between them? "But if it's evidence..."

Andy didn't move. She just stood there, staring at him, taking in his words. Part of her wanted to say she didn't do it for him. But they'd both know that was a lie. So, she settled for silence until he nodded toward her and returned to the Acropolis. She contemplated leaving. No Gods came to her, requesting her candor or memories. But she didn't want to be told what happened from someone else. Although the results would be pretty black and white, she didn't need someone twisting how that happened to persuade her to think one way or another.

She didn't re-enter the Acropolis, instead standing at the entrance behind everyone else and watched. Andy winced and looked away as the memories showed Jennova's head removed from her body. After a brief moment, she looked back up seeing a mirage of herself arriving at the scene along with Wes. And then there was a second memory... Jennova handing over the bracelet to Alex. Then that was it. Apparently to the Gods that was damning enough for Hades and Alex's saving grace. Andy had to fight the temptation to let out a disappointed laugh. Why did she expect a fair trial? She had no loyalty to Hades, she had more reason to hate him than most. Yet, this wasn't fair. Condemning a God from a single memory from one girl who is desperate to save her own skin. She rolled her eyes and shook her head and turned from the arena. Mason wasn't going to accept that. And this time, she wasn't going to stop him.

Andy was about to head back to the pegasi and go home, but a new blonde camper all but bee lined for her outside of the arena. She tried her best to seem as welcoming as possible because there was no chance of her dodging the conversation at this point. "Good day, my name is Heath and I am Athena's son. I am also Iliana's adoptive brother. She wanted me to let you know that the trial is over. It turns out that Hades was the cause of Alex's actions for he cursed a bracelet of hers that caused her to become unhinged."

"I saw," she managed to reply as politely as possible.

"I guess Jennova was a friend of yours and I am sorry for your loss. Hades has been banished to the underworld. Anyway, Iliana ultimately wanted to make sure you were going to be okay too. Would you like to be alone for now?"

Andy shook her head. "She wasn't my friend. I don't even know if we ever spoke to one another. I just..." Then she caught herself before she bared everything to Heath. She didn't want to unpack all of that, because the second the flood gates opened they couldn't be closed back up. So, instead she shook her head and brushed it off. "Never mind. Thanks." She gave her best smile. "I just want to go home." Before she got asked anymore questions or stopped by anyone else, Andy turned and headed for their rides out.

Just as she reached the Pegasi, a voice called to her. "Andromeda, I thought you might have come to see me?"

Andy stopped before the nearest Pegasus, not turning around as she addressed her mother. "Why?"

"Because... I'm your mother," Hecate replied.

"And what about Daniel?" Andy snapped, turning to face the Goddess.

Hecate sighed, extending her hand toward her. "Please, Andromeda... Just let me explain."

"No," Andy almost growled as she shoved her mother's hand away. "I don't know what you did to him. But that thing in there," She pointed toward the arena as she spoke. "Is not my brother."

Hecate was quiet as she tried to find the right words. She parted her lips, but Andy spoke up before she could. "Fix him... Or forget that I'm your daughter."




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Wes watched as Alex's memories were displayed for them all to watch. A two-armed version of him even arrived, bringing back his own memories of his arrival at the scene. So many other things transpired that year that he nearly forgot he showed up when Andy did. The words his spoke echoed throughout the arena. It was weird having these images of himself displayed for everyone. It wasn't like a sex tape was plastered everywhere but it somehow still managed to feel like an invasion. No one ever liked watching themselves in videos or hearing their own voices... This was no different.

"So, with permission from Zeus himself, the Gods of mount Olympus hereby sentence Hades, ruler of the underworld... banished. To Tartarus."

His heart nearly skipped a beat with relief as the verdict was made. Hades was guilty, not Alex. Finally, Hades was being punished like he had deserved so many times in the past. Part of him wishes that the sentence was worse for Andy's sake along with Alex's but now wasn't the time to argue for a worser penalty. After all, could Gods even be killed? Well if they could, he deserved it.

Wes gave Duke a pat on the back, while flashing him a smile. Not that the two were the closest of friends. But he knew that he had to be feeling similarly how Wes was... relief. Then instinctually, he glanced over his shoulder to find Trinity in the crowd. And she wasn't there. Not that she would have been happy to find him looking a her. He sighed and moved to his feet, making his way outside the arena but he didn't see her. He wondered his way over to the Pegasi and found Andy arguing with someone, only catching the tail end of the conversation.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," he apologized.

"Don't. I was just leaving." Andy said before turning her back toward the Goddess.

"I... uh... Wesley Preston," he offered his right hand to the Goddess, not really know how to act as he accidentally stepped into that conversation.

But before she could respond, Andy called to him. "Can you help me, please?" He gave Hecate an apologetic smile before he helped Andy onto the back of the Pegasus. "Are you going down?" she asked.

"Um, sure?" Andy was probably his safest bet for riding companion at this point and by the looks of her she was ready to get out of there. With or without him. Part of him wanted to stay behind and wait to speak to Alex, but no doubt her father, her brother... Duke and maybe even the Gods wanted to speak with her. So, he mounted the pegasus and they quickly descended back down to the camp.

Once there, Andy didn't say anything else aside from a passing thank you after he helped her down. She quickly took off in her own direction toward her cabin, leaving him standing there like a big dumb idiot. What was new? Wes scratched his head as he trudged off toward his cabin, testing the reflexes of his new arm as he did, clenching the fingers, twisting and bending it in every direction to see if it did what he wanted. He had no idea a fake arm could do that.

Wes sighed, dropping his arm to his side as he made his way up the steps remembering the state he left his place in. Well, at least he couldn't lie about being busy the rest of the day because it would take that long for him to clean it all up. Then he could just, be alone. But when he opened the door he found everything picked up and back where it belonged... And a blonde standing in the middle of the room with her back to him. His hand slowly fell to his side. "Trinity?" he said, barely above a whisper.

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Sylas looked to the pair, then forward again. That would be the brother to our dear Eve.” Another spawn of Hera then. Interesting. He looked more promising than Eve but she wasn't going to make the mistake of underestimating either child. “No doubt he must be up to something nefarious, like his sister.”

Sylas didn't aim for humor but he certainly achieved it with irony. She thought nothing of the others' speeches until Ajax was addressed regarding the bracelet. “I had Hecate look at it before the trial began. It was cursed, but it's not cursed anymore. We left it too late to find out who left the mark.” She sighed gently. Evelyn did tell him curses were tricky to pinpoint.

Alex had stepped into the pool again to reveal further memories. Alex had her sword then the head dropped to the ground. Evelyn frowned at the object being passed between God and Demigod, the bracelet Alex had on during the murder of her mother but did she wear it when cutting off the Daughter of Hades's head. This trial left much to be desired, but her investigation schedule was rather full. No matter, the Gods reached their verdict claiming Hades guilty and he was taken away. If they were content then so be it.

The company beside her sighed and stood to his feet. “Well I do think that our conversation was the highlight of this trip. Because this trial was rather disappointing.”

“Happy to be of service,” she responded.

“I give it a week before half of the demigods here are going at one another,” he said next.

Evelyn hummed, regardless if he was addressing her or not. “Probably less.” A rift was already nearly visible between demigods. She stood up and caught Nemesis's eyes on her casting her to inferiority. No doubt mother was less than pleased in the company she kept and could catch their game from miles off. So that's how it felt to be gazed upon by judgemental eyes. No matter the nonchalant air Evelyn adopted, it stirred her nerves.

Out of spite, in an act to test Nemesis herself, Evelyn considered embracing Sylas. But that would be foolish even if Evelyn found some secret for context. Sylas was clever and she had to gamble the right way at the right time with such a man. He'd get far too much joy if he discovered he was some tool used to upset a Goddess, or maybe he'd consider it an insult. Clumsy to provoke a goddess and use him in that way.

Evelyn ascended the steps to leave the Acropolis behind her. There was something that paid off in her deep thoughts: Maybe she ought to act more impulsively to throw Sylas off. To him she was, well, she didn't know, but not dumb. Underestimating somebody was a gift in disguise and she may have needed to change his mind a little.

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

Evelyn walked to a steed and pat its snout. When the horse pushed back into her palm, she smiled. She didn't get much time to interact with animals or the akin, they were all lovely and raw creatures, always true to their nature. They could be powerful too but let themselves be ruled by other beings. It exhibited the power of control and will: brainpower. Still, she couldn't devalue a Pegasus or other creatures.

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She was still pondering if things were straight enough, tongue pressed to her cheek when she heard her name. “Trinity?”

Shit. She turned around hesitantly not sure what kind of reaction she would face from Wes for being in his cabin uninvited. “Hey,” she said. “I thought – I…um...” English! Come on, Trinity it’s your first language. What happened to the perfect justification she had thought of earlier? “I didn’t follow you.” Normally she would have smiled if she could afford to. Those were his lasts words to her after all, but it didn't make it okay to be in his cabin and she knew that.

“I just...” she looked around his cabin. “I'll leave. Sorry.” She lowered her head and went to brisk by Wes. She pulled herself short and snatched her iPod up then stopped in front of him. Trinity wanted to get out of there, particularly as she felt guilty for not obtaining his permission and from so many angles, it looked bad, but if she retreated, she'd regret it later. Trinity clenched her fists and took a deep breath in to compose herself, still not making eye contact with him. “I shouldn't have talked to you how I did. I don't own you or anything and your decisions are yours but it upset me that you would let some absolute crappy bimbo in your cabin to do god knows what.” AKA ruin everything they had progressed on. If he was going to fool around with someone, it could at least be someone better. “Then you have those stupid Aphrodite charms that wrap everyone around your finger and the Wes defence squad gets involved.” She put up a hand to stop him from arguing. “I know that's not your fault but it still bugs me.” She wasn't looking to fight or argue, just explain her mood.

She sighed out. Now that was out of the way...she still didn't feel much better. “I'm glad you got an arm back and that Alex made it in one piece.” Otherwise he probably would have entered bawling. Trinity brushed by Wes since the guy had to make everything more difficult and obstruct his own doorway.

She'd probably hang at her cabin for a bit then check on Theo. Unless he managed to obtain a date with the same blonde. Trinity was mentally done with the day, her priority was herself and sleep.

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

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

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

"Because you're my best bet."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“The question would be if you wish to be burdened with my presence further.” She could have laughed merrily but settled for a grin with her back to him. That wasn't the question at all, on a few counts now she elected Sylas's company. He was the one that had scheming to do.

“You shouldn't put words in my mouth,” she told him with a smile as he lifted her on the Pegasus, helping her to perch side-saddle. She leaned down tauntingly, now that she could leer at him from a height temporarily, “Besides, you're the one - ”

“Excuse me, are you waiting for someone?” She turned to the new face. “If not would it be okay if I got a ride back to camp with you? Oh, my name is Ethan and I am Hestia's son.”

She offered a smile to politely decline, before glancing to her favorite devil who spoke. “Looks like you have a taker.” The look he sent Ethan was unpleasant, standing out even more so with the smile and wink he sent her.

She redirected her attention back on Ethan. She shook his hand which contrasted with what she said, “What would you do if I said no, Ethan, son of Hestia?” She imagined his easy-going and pleasant attitude was hard to turn down, people often feeling obliged to react accordingly. But she was teasing the kind soul, even if he had interrupted Sylas and herself. He was a good fellow. “I wait for no man,” she replied more honestly and pat the horse invitingly as if it were her property.

Once both were comfortable upon the horse, she introduced herself in return. “I'm Evelyn. Nemesis's daughter.” Since the bloodline and parentage was such a defining factor. She wrapped her arms around him as they were no longer strangers and very much fancied staying on the creature at all times. “I would say you're free to call me Eve, but that might end ... differently.”

Evelyn couldn't find many conversations to fill in the flight time, that and she didn't want to yell even as she hung on tight. The flight wasn't all that long anyway and they soon arrived back on campgrounds. She let him dismount first. “A hand please,” she said then slid down carefully from the horse, using Ethan's frame as a brace. “Order manipulation, right? It's one of Hestia's powers. I'd hate for you to think me negative but you'll be a very busy camper.” In fact, perhaps Ethan and her would work together in the near future.

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This time when he grabbed her arm, it was gentler, less demanding. If she wanted she could have kept going but she stopped. “I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier. You may not own me... But I am yours, no one else's.”

Trinity blew out her lips slowly, not sure how to take his update. He released her arm and, like a doll, it dropped back down to her side. “Trinity... I think I... You know what, no I don't think I know. I love you.” She wasn't ready for that. She was just trying to wrap her head around him saying he was hers, then he goes saying he loves her. Her eyes widened, jaw dropped and legs felt weak. Trinity leaned against the door for support, stupified. “And if you don't feel the same way... or, don't want me to think of you like that. Then I'll accept it. I just want you to be happy, if that's with me, or Theo, or someone else, or no one.”

She could hear him but comprehending him, forming her own sentence or reaction beyond feeling overwhelmed and faint was not happening. He really was an idiot. “I would never do something to hurt you. I don't want other girls. I don't want to be with other girls. I want you and only you. I just wish you trusted me.”

Wes shuffled around and sat somewhere in the room. After a while of remaining mute and still, eventually, her eyes sought him out and her feet dragged slowly towards him. She knelt in front him and put her hands on his lap. “Why? Why do you want me?” She wasn't testing him or finding reasons for him to be the villain. Trinity genuinely couldn't figure out his attraction for her. A girl who loved all things blood, war and violence and he could have anyone.

She would have asked if he was sure if he hadn't stated he knew. Trinity bit her lip, and pulled his hand away from his face gently. She held onto his hands instead, her thumbs brushing back and forth against his skin and the metallic hand too. For a brief moment she wondered if he could even feel the contact on his bionic arm. “I don't think I know what love is to say it back,” she told him lowly and sincerely. But she did know that love was something you better damn well mean wholeheartedly when you say it. That's why she saved it. She felt strong adoration for him but needed to be sure it was love.

She furrowed her brows. “As for trust...I thought I was working on trust with you,” she confessed, confusing herself. For some reason, there was some barrier in place and she couldn't allow herself to trust him fully. She was in a stage earlier where she did trust him but then it just tumbled down and she was forced 10 steps back.

Everything she said probably felt like twisting a dagger in him instead, but she was trying to be as honest as possible. She got to her feet and wiped under her eye that had let a tear escape. “Can I see you tomorrow?” she asked softly, fretting he'd say he needed a break from her or something. But she'd respect his decision and deal with it.

Regardless, she needed a bit of breathing room after the bomb he dropped on her. Trinity kissed his head, unsure he'd allow a peck on his lips and left his cabin far behind, heading for her own.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was just a funny guy.

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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Image ~Okay Ajax, I'll ride with you, but I won't be able to talk with you until we get back to camp.~ That was fine by him since he needed to go over his own thoughts anyway about the entire trial. Seeing everything his sister had done due to manipulation, and the feeling of not being able to protect her from it in the first place. He blamed himself, yet again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you have friends to stay with?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe it wouldn't be too awkward.

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

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

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

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

It was awkward.

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

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Image Evelyn's last tip was to seek help from an older demigod, taking on a more teasing tone when she suggested they could do it together or he could wait for Cherise. He chuckled quietly, looking away modestly before he paid the thought some actual mind. Cherise wasn't here though and he wanted the bandaid off. "I don't want to bring her into all this," he said. "She doesn't know anything about my problems. Aside from my lack of trust in everyone and level of confidence," he admitted. She had happily called him out on that fault last night. Yeah...that was fun. "She's the Daughter of Apollo and I didn't even ask her to heal me, can you believe it?" There was no time to ask for a heal and he didn't think he could manage to ask her for anything regardless.

So the lovely Cherise, as Evelyn said, not himself, was disqualified. Leaving Evelyn and him as detectives. She gave him the whole suspect list, or rather, key witness list making them halfway there. Now he had to casually approach one of the unapproachable.

Then another thought struck. "I believe you have a certain guy you might prefer as company over breakfast, huh? Mr. Scary." He might have been rambling to buy himself some time. Keith wandered off to fetch a piece of fruit for himself and Evelyn and returned. "I did not get friendly vibes from that guy. Sy..Sylas?" It was as if he had the ability to conjure the devil because soon enough, who else should arrive but Sylas. With Cherise.

He shoved the apple in his mouth to hide his jaw hitting the table. Who she kept for company was her business but if Sylas was suddenly the most charismatic guy and biggest lady killer, the camp must have turned upside down. Lady killer was certainly never in the titles for Keith, and Sylas hadn't proven to be evil or anything but the girls could have gone with a more boy next door type guy.

"Good morning, Evelyn, Keith." He jumped a little. Did she come right over to them? Willingly? However, being met by her smile, he couldn't help but mirror the grin. When his eyes dropped slightly, he realized he could observe her stomach and sweat because she was standing there in her....sports bra crop top thing. Nothing was wrong with wearing it, it was decent - it was just workout gear but it was startling to acknowledge her feminine figure. Right there.

Keith opened his mouth to croak out a hi but she had beaten him. "I - uh, need food and... a shower... real clothes that are not these clothes..."

He nodded understandingly then facepalmed. He probably scared the girl by looking at her body then making guilty dog effort not to look at her again. The only way it could have been worse was if he stared. Not that that was much of a margin.

Oh she's back. "Bye," was all she added.

Keith looked up to Cherise and tried to smile, though he was disappointed she didn't want to stay longer. In her short absence, Keith looked between Evelyn and Sylas. No person or circumstance could make him sit and stay with Mr. Intense, who looked a little like hell actually. Beaten up as a matter of fact. "Hey." Yeah, he couldn't do it.

Glancing to Evelyn, he continued, "We'll...we'll get back to that other thing later. Thank you." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cherise near the door. He popped a hurried kiss on Evelyn's cheek. She was like his fairy godmother/angel counsellor and it's how Keith...never expressed gratitude before. By then, he was already hurrying to catch Cherise. Crap. He'd have to apologize later.

He grabbed the brunette's waist before she disappeared. "Hey, are we okay? I mean, I'm sorry for not taking in more than your sunshine, I didn't mean to offend you." The conflict didn't seem to reach a conclusion last night. Immediately, he realized he wasn't only touching Cherise uninvited, but touching her bare skin. Keith quickly removed his hand. "Sorry for that too," he said cradling his hand that would burn for that. "Can we...do you wanna sit outside while the sun's out?" He held open the door for her nervously.

Any minute he had to face the sharp "no!" or a swift kick in the jewels for his behaviour. "I do owe you a coffee," he said, somehow still hopeful. Cherise just bought that stupidity out in him he guessed.

Outside wasn't completely vacant of demigods. Under a tree was where Mason resided. Keith bit his lip considering the bandaid. The son of Hades was one of the worst options to talk to, he'd probably only ask his soul in return for answers. No biggie. Sure Keith had a bit of brightness to cancel the darkness but...no. His morning wasn't getting off to an eerie start and he couldn't ask favors of Cherise.

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Keith was reluctant to involve Cherise in his turmoil because of the emotional tether to the girl. Using logic and reasoning, the daughter of Apollo was a superb guardian and support through thick and thin situations. Traditionally anyway, but Evelyn didn't have to comment or share her opinion on every thing. Just like she didn't share her opinion on the announcement party poll.

“I believe you have a certain guy you might prefer as company over breakfast, huh? Mr. Scary.” Mr. Scary could be nearly every guy at this camp at one stage or another. Thankfully, Evelyn was gifted in reading hidden context.

In addition to attempting to be suggestive of the relationship or regard Evelyn saw Sylas in, he retorted far too late. “Are you truly resorting to a change of subject?” she said.

Keith left the table momentarily before returning with a couple of apples, dodging the question and bearing gifts. “I did not get friendly vibes from that guy. Sy..Sylas?”

She tilted her head and nodded once, confirming his name. As for breakfast company, it depended on the subjects rather than the people and Keith had a most interesting subject.

Cherise closed to the distance to their table, whereas Keith seemed blissfully ignorant of them approaching. “Good morning, Evelyn, Keith.”

“Good morning, Cherise.” That bright grin wasn't for Evelyn, but she was by no means disheartened or excluded. Instead, her eyes had taken opportunity to study Sylas.

There was some shuffling and muttering about near the table. “I - uh, need food and... a shower... real clothes that are not these clothes...”

“It's fine,” Evelyn tried to assure, but the girl was already away. Or so they thought but she pivoted back around. “Bye.”

Cherise left in an awkward fluster and Evelyn's eyes flickered to Sylas. The shortest visit may be performed by two demigods rather than one since they entered together. Since Sylas didn't look healed yet and to reap the benefits of the daughter of Apollo. But it was Keith who lost his nerve. “We'll...we'll get back to that other thing later. Thank you.” Just as she turned her attention back to him, he leaned across the table and pecked her cheek, startling her. He was welcome but the kiss on the cheek was plenty of thanks.

No matter. “Would you like to sit?” she asked Sylas. Evelyn would personally have loved for him to sit so she could inspect the marks on his neck closer. She would have touched it if he allowed, seeing as Sylas was a master of acts and deceptions. There were so many angles, so many reasons, his neck could be bruised. Being with the likes of Cherise, he had probably already been through the typical questions “what happened, who, why?” Obviously Evelyn wondered these questions herself. Her ability to judge could only take her to an extent.

What was worse was she felt slightly sorry for him. The neck was such a vulnerable spot, somebody literally had Sylas's life in their hands. Finally, she reached out very slowly, like she would approaching a wounded predator. “Let me,” she whispered. She couldn't heal him. She could, however, dull his pain receptors faintly, although Cherise may have already done that. Mainly, Evelyn wanted to see if her hunch was correct all the while witnessing Sylas's reactions. If that was her wrist slammed down on the table so be it.

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There was nothing disappointing about sex with Mason, not even the cramped couch, but Eve hardly had time to savour it before he was up. “Alright, time for you to leave." He said, scooping up her items of clothing one by one and practically throwing them at her. He had promised that there would be ‘no sleepovers’, so she could hardly complain, even if she found the late night walk back to her cabin unappealing. She’d much rather just fall asleep where she was.

“Wow, I’d always pictured you as a cuddler.” She said, laughing as she tugged all her clothing back into place. She wasn't offended, in fact, the idea of Mason being cuddly actually scared her a little. “I’m happy to be big spoon?” She offered generously.

He didn’t take her up on the offer, all but frogmarching her to the door. “Don’t worry, you were great too.” She said sarcastically, drawing attention to his lack of compliments. She’d probably puke if he tried his hand at poetry, but sometimes a girl wants to hear that she’s a good shag. Instead he just seemed concerned about getting her out as efficiently as possible. As if he was afraid if she stayed too long her presence would stink up the place. Or even worse, she might fall deeply in love with him. “You know where to find me when you’re up for round two.” She said on her way out.

"See you.” He replied and then blew her a kiss. She could hardly believe her eyes, and the image had her laughing all the way back to her cabin.
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Eve had slept deeply before waking grumpily to the sun beaming through her windows and birds chirping so loudly that her sure they had to be in the room with her. God, she hated nature. Her hungry stomach forced her out of bed and into the shower. She pulled on the first thing she found and headed towards wherever the food was. She went without makeup, and didn’t even bother drying her hair, just pulling it into a wet mess.

She’d barely made it 100 metres when she stumbled across the oddest sight. Sloane leaving Liam’s cabin in the early hours of the morning, or at least what felt early to Eve. She wasn’t close enough to hear what was said but didn’t dare move any closer, after all, she didn’t want to interrupt their tender moment. Guess she wasn’t the only one who found someone to make friendship bracelets with last night.

On Eve’s way inside she passed by Mason, by himself, what a surprise. “Hey you,” She smiled his way and gave him a two finger wave as she slowed her pace. “I’m so shocked to see that you’re all alone.” Laughing obnoxiously at her own bad joke, she headed inside. What more was there to say? Couch sex was hardly the prelude to a great love story. And she knew he had far better things to do then fall in love with a girl like her.

Entering the main hall, she zeroed in on Sylas. Now, Eve’s not some great mastermind with complex plans, so instead of saving her tasty bit of gossip for the most opportune moment, she decided to use it immediately. She strolled straight up to Sylas standing next to him with large grin, “Guess who I saw making a cheeky walk of shame this morning?” She was looking at Evelyn but talking loud enough that anyone around who cared could have easily listened in. She reached up and gave Sylas’ shoulder a friendly squeeze. “Your itsy bitsy little sister.”

Eve laughed merrily and leaned towards Evelyn like she was sharing a secret. “From that big brute Liam’s house. Guess you can’t account for some people’s taste?” With one last over the top happy smile, Eve left the two of them to grab some food.

Piling up a plate with bacon, eggs and other greasy breakfast foods and a bowl with yoghurt and fruit she headed to her next target’s table. And Ajax just so happened to be sitting alone, how convenient. She plonked down her haul of food and sat across from him. “Ajax right?” She asked giving him a sweet smile, then she pulled up her left foot and tucked it underneath her.

From her collection of food, a rasher of bacon was her first choice, and she finished in about three seconds. “I’m Eve. You know, just last night Andy was telling me all about you.” She pretended to be preoccupied with digging into a runny egg, while subtly watching him for a reaction. She wanted to know how he’d take the idea of Andy talking about him, especially since their relationship didn’t seem in a good place. Which was a good sign for Mason.

Eve let that sink in for a moment before she looked up at him from under her eyelashes. “She said you were really brave. I just thought she was, you know, saying it because she’s got love goggles on, but after seeing you, I believe it.” She motioned towards him. “You have this whole leader-y vibe going on. I’d totally trust you in battle.” Compliments will get you everywhere, and she knew how Ajax considered himself a bit of a leader around here.

“Though she didn’t mention how good looking you are.” Eve smiled and leaned in, “I suppose she just wants to keep you for herself. Which I totally get.”

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"Slow down. First of all.." Alex took a hold of his arm to get his attention and stop his rambling mouth. "Thank you for the breakfast, and I am so happy to see you this morning, but... I... Pete didn't say anything to you, did he?"

Wes's brows furrowed. "Who the hell is Pete?" he replied, confused.

"You're not a shitty friend, Wes, you just have your own problems going on. I won't lie, though, it did hurt that you and Duke left so quickly after the trial, but it's now obvious that you had your reasons. That's the only reason why I'm not angry with you. Duke... well... he will have to explain his side of things... Definitely a wise choice to bring me coffee and doughnuts." She added with a wink and a smile after she took a sip of her coffee.

"I know my girl," he returned the smile, happy to know she wasn't mad at him. Wes didn't know if he could handle Alex and Trinity mad at him at the same time.

After Wes's proposal, Alex pretended to think hard about it, like she had other options to weigh. She then stuffed one of the doughnuts into his mouth and laughed. "Deal. And that's only four more laughs to go already. What do you have planned?"

Wes laughed as he took a bite from the doughnut before taking hold of the rest of it in his hand. "Well, we could get you so drunk at the party later that you want to kiss me," he teased. Then he shrugged his shoulders. "I figured today is your first official day of freedom. The world is your oyster and I'm just along for the ride. All I ask is you don't make me do something that will piss off Trinity more." He laughed, as he put a dot of doughnut icing on her nose.




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"Sylas... Nice to meet you, and I was done with it anyway. I was actually going to go get breakfast myself, so I wouldn't mind joining you." He nodded his head and motioned for her to take the lead toward the main hall. Sylas followed after her, down the steps and onto the path that lead to the main hall. "So, um - I don't mean to pry, but who did that to you?" There it was. He could tell she was itching to know the truth and it was only a matter of time before she finally piped up and asked. "Not that you are obligated to answer, of course. It's not like I am the Camp avenger or anything. I'm just wondering who to stay away from."

No one who just had the shit kicked out of them, who was a victim worried of a second offense, would just throw the assailant under the bus. Sylas slid his hands into his pants pockets, taking a long moment before he replied. "Let's just say someone close to me wasn't who I thought they were." He had nothing else to add, not yet. If he wasn't playing a part, his entire approach would be different. But he wasn't.

It wasn't long before they reached the mess hall, which already seemed to be full with several campers. Sylas's gaze instantly found it's way toward his favorite red head and surprisingly, his current company lead them in that very direction. He stood there silent, looking between the awkward love birds and their equally as uncomfortable interactions and Evelyn. First Cherise disappeared, suddenly self conscious of her present appearance. Then it seemed at the prospect of sitting with himself, Keith wanted no part of that.

And then there were two...

“Would you like to sit?”

Sylas nodded his head and slowly walked around the table until he was beside her and took a seat. He could see all the questions on Evelyn's face, but she didn't voice any of them. He couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking, how did she imagine the events that gave him his wounds played out. Part of him wanted to ask, but instead he remained silent.

“Let me,” she whispered as she reached out toward him. Sylas nodded his head slightly and remained still as she did whatever she desired, examining his bruises. As she did so, his gaze scanned the hall. There was no sign of his sister nor the giant meat head.

But there was someone else who wanted his attention instead. “Guess who I saw making a cheeky walk of shame this morning?” Sylas tensed when Eve placed her hand on his shoulder, but he didn't turn to look at her or show that he cared about what she had to say. “Your itsy bitsy little sister.” She then turned to Evelyn, whispering to her like a gossiping school girl. “From that big brute Liam’s house. Guess you can’t account for some people’s taste?”

"Last time I checked, I wasn't my sister's keeper," Sylas replied as he peeled Eve's hand from his shoulder. He watched her walk away and head for yet another victim. He couldn't help but roll his eyes. "How many campers is she trying to sleep with?" he asked, looking over at Evelyn.




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“It's more a couch conversation.” Trinity took Andy's hand and lead her over to the couch. She sat down opposite her friend, her one leg was bent with her food on the couch while her other rested on the ground. She rested her arm upon her knee as she waited patiently for Trinity to say whatever she needed to get off her chest.

“Liking a son of Aphrodite is shit,” she laughed. The corner of Andy's mouth tugged into a sympathetic smile, or was it a frown? “He's like a magnet, people are drawn to him, particularly women and I know that. But, um, apparently last night he had a date with that Eve chick.” With the mention of Eve, Andy tensed, sitting more upright. Her mouth tightened while her brows furrowed. She wasn't going to interrupt Trinity, instead keeping the thought on the tip of her tongue as she tapped her index finger.

“I don't think anything ended up happening. He...he dropped the L bomb on me and I couldn't say it back. I'm not like his past model girlfriends! Wes and I are so different. He's a lover, I'm a fighter. And I'm not talking vaguely, I mean literally. I wanted to beat one his groupies to a pulp and kill his beast, and the crazy bastard goes saying ‘I love you’.” Andy laughed weakly, gently brushing Trin's arm. “I'm afraid for him loving me. I don't deserve it.”

"Ok, so first of all," Andy said as she sat upright and pointed at Trinity with her index finger. "You deserve to be loved and happiness... If that's with Wes or someone else." She relaxed back into the couch. "Wes is mad about you. I have never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. Hell," she scoffed quietly. "I don't even know if anyone has looked at me that way."

"And this... Eve," Andy said with a sneer. "I don't know what her deal is but I would bet anything that it was a lie. Because what I was told by her and Mason that they are a thing." Her brows raised as she made a motion with her index fingers along with her words. "And I road back from Olympus with Wes. He left immediately and went straight back to his cabin." Andy didn't say anything else. In the end, it was Trinity's decision what to do about all of it. But the way it seemed to her was Eve was playing a dangerous game. She wasn't very happy about the fact that the blonde used her friends as her own toys.

After a small break of silence, Trinity then turned the conversation to Andy. “What about you?” She tapped Andy's knee and smiled slightly. “What's going on with you? Are you okay?”

"Gods," she sighed, running her fingers back through her hair. "I don't know where to start." Andy adjusted how she sat, her fingers twiddled in her lap as she tried to figure out how to unload... well, everything. "The other night at the party... Ajax told me he loved me. I said it back and then I... spent the night with him." She didn't elaborate on that, Trinity was smart and could connect the dots and Andy wasn't sure if she wanted to unpack that just yet.

"Somehow Mason found out. I've never seen him so mad at me in my entire life. It's not that he doesn't approve of me and Ajax... He's disappointed in me. He treats me like I'm an idiot for being with someone who doesn't worship the ground I walk on. I can't even tell if it's because of his hatred for Ajax or he's jealous." Andy clicked her tongue in her mouth before nodding her head and continuing. "And during capture the flag I got in the middle of a fight between Mason, Ajax and Alex, because I don't seem to know how to stay out of it," she laughed at her own stupidity. "I called Alex a murderer and pissed off Ajax."

Andy's mouth scrunched up as she tapped her finger on the back of the couch. She sighed as her other hand pinched the bridge of her nose. "Then the whole Eve and Mason thing unfolded. And I got... jealous." For the first time since she started talking, Andy looked over at Trinity. "I don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm selfish and don't want to share my friend. Or, I wanted to be shitty about his relationship like he is about mine... Or, I don't know." She sighed. "And Ajax heard the end of Mason and I arguing. He heard me say I was jealous and I wished Mason could say how he really felt."

Now that it all was out in the open, Andy rested her head against the back of the couch while her hands fiddled with the sleeves of her shirt. She was scared to look at Trinity. She felt horrible. She knew she didn't deserve Mason or Ajax in her life. It was dumb that Andy thought her friendship and relationship could live side by side without imploding. She didn't want to be forced to choose between the two of them but it seemed as each day carried on the more she fought with either one of them. "I feel selfish," her voice cracked as she whispered. "I don't deserve either one of them."

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Trinity and Andy weren't the type to openly unload everything very often. They both internalized whatever struggles they were going through for too long. It was like a small weight was lifted off Andy's shoulders now that she was able to talk to someone about it. And when the pair seemed to reach their limit for sharing for the time being, they decided to wonder off toward the main hall. It was safe to say neither one of them wanted to deal with others, but food was more important than their pride... temporarily anyway.

Andy froze outside the entrance of the main hall when she saw, through the sea of campers, the back of Ajax's head and Eve sitting across from him. She watched as the blonde smiled coyly and leaned in towards him. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she hissed under her breath. Andy's jaw was clenched as she threw open the door and trudged straight over to the table, paying no mind to anyone else.

She came up behind Ajax, conjuring a danger in her right hand. Before the blonde had a chance to look over at her, Andy slammed the knife down through the center of her plate and into the table. "Hey Eve," she said with a friendly smile but a sharp tone. "No, no, please... stay." She put her hand on Eve's shoulder, forcefully keeping the girl in her seat as she sat down beside her.

She half looked over her shoulder toward Trinity, pointing at Eve as she spoke. "If she uses her powers on me, break her arm." Andy smiled toward her present company as the dagger dislodged itself from the table and flew into her right hand. "What in the hell do you think you're playing at?"

Andy held her gaze as her smile faded. She ran the tip of her tongue along her top teeth while her leg bounced furiously under the table. She put up her left hand to stop Eve before she could speak, not really wanting to hear what the girl had to say. "I really couldn't careless who you spread your legs for," Andy said as she motioned the knife from Eve's face down to her waist. "But when you try to weave your little web around the people I care about... That's where I have a problem."

She then scooted forward in her seat so that she was inches away from Eve. "I don't have a say in what Mason does with his free time, but if you hurt him or use him or Trinity for your twisted little games, I will make your life a living hell," Andy said each word quiet enough that only her present company could hear. Her voice was strong and assertive in a way she's rarely ever been. "And if you ever flirt with my boyfriend again... I'll fucking murder you."

Andy spun around in her seat so she was finally facing Ajax, but she still side eyed Eve while her grip white knuckled on the knife. "Now, leave." she concluded. With a flick of her free hand upward, thick glass walls shot up from the ground around Eve. They separated the blonde from the rest of the people in the main hall with only a narrow passage way toward the exit. This left the girl with two options, stand there awkwardly or leave in the provided direction. The dagger vanished from Andy's hand as she looked toward Eve one final time, flashing her a curt smile and a wave of her hand.




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Sloane heard Liam come out of his cabin and cursed under her breath. Why hadn't she moved yet? She went to turn and just walk in a direction, any direction but was stopped when he stepped out in front of her. She didn't stop him as he reached out and took her bag from her shoulder. “Sloane, let’s talk about this later, okay? I trust that you had good intentions, and after seeing what your brother is capable of, I believe that you made the only choice you thought you could. I would have appreciated a heads-up, but I get it. I'm not the most approachable guy, and I am probably not smart enough to notice."

She was surprised he was so... calm about it all. Sloane frowned slightly when he mentioned he wasn't smart, but before she could even argue that statement, he continued. “Stay. I want you to stay with me, even if I have to sleep on the couch. You're not a burden to me." She wanted to thank Liam and tell him he could have the bed back, it wasn't right for her to commandeer his bed.

Sloane parted her lips to speak but said nothing as he stepped closer to her. She watched him raise his hand and didn't recoil when he ran his thumb over the scab on her lip. His hand then fell to her neck, as his fingers pulled down her collar to study her neck. Sloane looked away slightly, not even she fully knew how bad they looked, choosing to cover them up rather than look in the mirror. "I'm fine," she said quietly.

"I mean, you can stand out here if you want to, but your things will be inside. You also stink, so… the shower will be waiting for you, too." Sloane chuckled slightly and slowly entered the cabin after he had already disappeared into the bathroom. It was a weird sensation... feeling safe. It was strange, someone as strong and terrifying as Liam was really just a big, dumb, teddy bear... that sometimes objectified women.

She made her way over to the couch, taking a seat and waiting while he got clean. Sloane hadn't noticed the dog was next to her until she felt a cold nose poke her leg before clunky puppy paws climbed their way into her lap. She couldn't help but smile down at the cute little thing, raising her hand to rub its ears. Liam wasn't in the shower long, her eyes accidentally wondered as he drifted from the bathroom to the bedroom in just a towel. The dog looked toward her, cocking its head to the side. Sloane's cheeks flushed as she sunk further into the couch. "Shh," she said to the dog.

When Liam sat down next to her, the puppy quickly left her and found its way into his lap. "I guess it's my turn then," she said as she stood up and slipped off her shoes. Just before she headed to the bathroom, Sloane looked over at him once more. "Thanks Liam." She leaned down and kissed his cheek before she made her way to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Hopefully that wouldn't start a chain reaction of Liam commenting on the shapeliness of her breasts or child bearing hips.

Not having all of her things, she had to shower with whatever products Liam had in his shower, all of which left her smelling a bit like old spice. Not that Sloane minded the smell, but if she expected getting out of this without rumors of her sleeping with Liam, well those chances were shot. She towel dried her hair as best she could, her natural curls coming out from the water. She then put her clean clothes back on and rejoined Liam back in the living room. "I can go make myself scarce... Wonder around camp or get my things so you don't have to babysit me. I don't ruin your chances with the girls at camp." She teased slightly. Her burdens didn't need to be his.

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She hummed as Andy gave her her thoughts on Trinity's situation. Maybe. Which meant she owed Wes a huge apology - she kinda tried it last night by restoring his cabin but that wasn't an actual apology so likely didn't suffice. She did trust Wes, god! Why the fuck was she thrown back to a stage of when they first met.

“Tha- ” she broke off being taken back by an additional slice of information. Mason had a “thing” with Eve? Somehow she thought Mason's taste was a little better than a lying viper that wanted to jump on every man. Did he know Eve was like that? He wasn't dumb but he was a preoccupied man.

“Gods, I don't know where to start.” Andy suddenly turned restless as she confessed her problems. “The other night at the party... Ajax told me he loved me. I said it back and then I... spent the night with him.”

Trinity jolted her head back. Well, wasn't that amazing and supposed to be a good thing? But she was quiet, expecting the whole but to enter the story soon. “Somehow Mason found out. I've never seen him so mad at me in my entire life. It's not that he doesn't approve of me and Ajax... He's disappointed in me. He treats me like I'm an idiot for being with someone who doesn't worship the ground I walk on. I can't even tell if it's because of his hatred for Ajax or he's jealous.” Trinity smiled a little though Andy was hardly being comedic about it. “And during capture the flag I got in the middle of a fight between Mason, Ajax and Alex, because I don't seem to know how to stay out of it,” This time Andy laughed at herself, void of humour. “I called Alex a murderer and pissed off Ajax.”

Trinity nodded. “Yeah, that's still a matter up for debate. He'll have to deal with it.” Andy was allowed an opinion too, just because it was one Ajax couldn't agree to because it was his sister. Didn't mean he had to give people the look of drilling holes through their skulls.

“Then the whole Eve and Mason thing unfolded. And I got... jealous.” Trinity's mouth was stuck in a silent 'oh'. Thus commenced, a major dilemma. Andy looked at Trinity. “I don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm selfish and don't want to share my friend. Or, I wanted to be shitty about his relationship like he is about mine... Or, I don't know. And Ajax heard the end of Mason and I arguing. He heard me say I was jealous and I wished Mason could say how he really felt.”

Trinity sighed out. It was a lot to take in and a lot to feel. But Trinity was 110% there for her, without judgement. She did have one buzzing question. “Andy, what do you think hearing how Mason feels is going to help? I'm not saying never find out, I think we'd all love to hear how he actually feels.” She smiled weakly. The man was a frickin wall. “But won't it make things more complicated? Is there an answer you want to hear?” In that scenario, things would get worse between the boys before they got better.

She rubbed Andy's arm. “I feel selfish, I don't deserve either of them.” If they weren't sitting together in her quiet cabin she might have missed her words.

Trinity frowned. “You are the least selfish person on camp. If you dare say I deserve love, then you definitely do, okay? You just need to figure out how you feel for Mason.” Andy said Ajax and her already exchanged love a few nights ago, verbally and physically so there was something strong between the couple. But Mason was that jigsaw piece. Trinity would say “who do you think you can't survive without, who do you need more?” but she knew Andy would be ripped to shreds without either of them.

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The girls managed to merge out of the cabin despite some certain blues they had experienced. Now, they were in a slightly better headspace and mood.

That didn't last all that long when they approached the hall. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Trinity turned to her friend suddenly. Damn, had she accidentally grazed her and made her see red.

Andy was off and away and Trinity followed on her heels for all that fuss. Once actually situated in the hall, she saw it. The blonde was a leech. Andy slammed a knife down through the plate and table. “Hey Eve. No, no, please... stay.

Trinity smirked slightly and pressed her tongue to her cheek to hide how much satisfaction and pride she got out of Andy giving Eve shit. “If she uses her powers on me, break her arm.”

“Oh, you know I will.” Suddenly, Trinity wanted to dare Eve to use her powers. She watched and waited, eager and starved for a fight, but tame at the same time. For now.

Andy ripped into Eve about a couple of laws, right up to the point Andy entrapped her in glass. With some standings clear, like how protective and jealous she got when Eve was with Ajax, Trinity felt it best to make herself scarce. Andy wasn't as uneasy and upset anymore. Third-wheeling wasn't exactly a hobby of hers, and she thought she glimpsed Mason by his lonesome. Trinity might have to report his girlfriend was a sleaze.

She grabbed herself some breakfast and headed out. Trinity was brisk seeing as Andy gave Eve a tunnel outside where Mason was. She sat with him on the grass crossed legged and smiled. “Howdy. I thought I'd join the lonely hearts club. So you and Eve are thing?” She had hoped for a gradual way to bring it into conversation yet there it laid. Out and about now. “You could probably do a smidge better.”



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With his permission Evelyn carefully proceeded to skim his bruises in a delicate touch. Any make up theory or sfx was gone. They already existed in a 5 percent chance percentile, now they could be ruled out completely. When she splayed out her fingers to the sides of his neck, they looked like choking marks from a much larger hand.

She withdrew her hand, grateful for his trust. Seconds after doing so, Eve interrupted Evelyn's thoughts. “Guess who I saw making a cheeky walk of shame this morning?” There was no need to ask who. Eve always had an angle. Today's angle included an alleged walk of shame. “Your itsy bitsy little sister.”

Interesting. If it were indeed true. Eve leaned towards Evelyn. “From that big brute Liam’s house. Guess you can’t account for some people’s taste?”

Evelyn frowned slightly. Sloane could be with who she wanted, but there was no predicting any sort of development between Liam, if he was who she thought, and Sloane. As for Sylas, he had to know his sister spent the night elsewhere, and this little notification from Eve had to be directed at him. Evelyn held no existing relationship with Sloane other than an acquaintance.

“Last time I checked, I wasn't my sister's keeper,” Sylas replied. Eve nearly skipped off in a state of glee, regardless of his curt response, piling on her food without a care in the world. Then pranced to the next male anatomy. “How many campers is she trying to sleep with?”

She sighed out, scooping up her ruby red apple, feigning more interest than it was worth. “I'd imagine that’s a perk to her schemes.” For her, Eve logic was hard to pick up. “But I don't think that was her flirting with you.” She let an ever slight smile pass indicating her joke. Sylas likely wasn't off the tables for Eve, but if she wanted to seduce him there were better tactics than taunting a man.

Evelyn might have offered him something to eat, however, the rows of food to select were in short-range by any definition, and he was a big boy. Injured and hurt, yet more than capable of getting his own food. She gave him a moment to sort himself out, get comfortable, do what he needed. That meant narrowing his reasons for avoidance. “You don't have to be a mind reader to know what I'm thinking, Sylas.” Mixing subtly with pointedly, she flickered her gaze to his neck then returned to his eyes. “Are you going to tell me what happened or not?”

A moment might have passed then Evelyn hummed quietly as a more forceful approach entered her mind involving the fruit. She held her apple towards Sylas in offering. “Are you resistant to all compulsion or only charm speech?” The red food sat perched lightly in her fingers. How trusting was the devil feeling today? Or rather, how tempted? Now wasn't the moment to show what she could do with curses and blessings so a plain bluff sat there in her fingertips. As usual, it was up to Sylas how or even if he responded.

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"I wouldn't dream of it. I think Trinity would kill me if that happened, and besides," Alex bumped him with her arm. "I don't think you could handle this much of a storm."

"I don't know. Have you seen Trinity's storm?" Wes's eyes went wide as his brows raised. He then laughed as he let himself roll over onto his back, resting his hands on his abdomen, fingers entangled. "I'm in the eye of her hurricane right now. If I make it out alive, I'd call it a success," he mused, trying to make light of his current situation.

"A party is definitely a good idea for all of us, though. I want to get so drunk, but don't let me get too drunk, okay? I don't want to be throwing up on someone's shoes. I just want to have fun."

"There's a difference between so drunk and too drunk?" He asked as he looked over at her with a confused smile.

A party did sound nice, but Wes couldn't help but wonder if he'd be able to have fun. Of course, he'd try. He was like a scolded puppy dog. And sure, he could hide his sadness for awhile. Like being with Alex without Trinity around, it was easy for him to not think about it as much. To let himself laugh and enjoy the presence of his friend. But, once he was there, able to see her having fun without him, would he be able to enjoy himself? Sometimes he wished he wasn't an Aphrodite kid. Then maybe he wouldn't be a blubbering romantic.

Wes sighed, pushing his depressing thoughts to the recesses of his mind, at least for the time being. He then sat up slowly. "Well then, if you're wanting a party... then you should probably get up. Maybe shower?" He grinned playfully as he pretended to fan away the smell from his nose. "Then we can go vote on the bonfire?" He cocked his head to the side slightly. "I mean, I doubt a movie night would be all that thrilling... Definitely sex though." He laughed at his own joke. One thing he did know, given his parentage, is that sexual tension at that damn camp was palpable. Shoving all of them into a dark room with background noise probably wasn't the best idea.

"We might be able to kidnap a Hecate kid to change it up a bit and not do the same beach bonfire party we always do." Then after Wes said it, there were only two options under that category. Keith, Daniel's weird doppelgänger, or Andy, probably the only other person at camp besides Mason to blatantly show her dislike of Alex. "Or maybe just the regular beach party," he corrected, laughing at his own dumb idea.

"And," Wes added holding up his index finger. "If you're wanting to get someone's attention, like... Oh, I don't know Duke's? Or maybe this Pete? Then I suggest you dress to turn some heads tonight." He then put out his hand to stop her before she want a little too crazy. "For the love of the Gods, please, nothing too revealing. That's all I need is your brother trying to kill me because you're dressed like a stripper."




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“I'd imagine that’s a perk to her schemes,” Evelyn said as she picked up her apple. “But I don't think that was her flirting with you.”

"No, I don't think it was," Sylas replied smiling slightly to match her own. He couldn't help but glance over his shoulder in the blondes direction, raising a brow out of curiosity when she sat herself across from Ajax. "So far she seems more interested in breaking the good ones, rather than venturing on the wrong side of the tracks," he added, speaking in metaphor. "If Eve desires a taste of the darker side of things, well, that's what Mason is for." Sylas looked over at Evelyn. "She can control him."

He didn't doubt that Eve was going to continue to make jabs at him until she found something that pissed him off just right. Or if she gave up. But Sylas didn't see that happening. From what he's seen of the girl, she likes being in control and when she has no power over someone, then she has no use for them. And that's where he was. Sure, he could probably get sex out of her if he wanted it. He doubted it be that difficult. But he had more pressing things than scratching an itch or taking someone's sloppy seconds. Plus, he simply didn't want to give her the satisfaction of thinking she had power over him. She didn't.

“You don't have to be a mind reader to know what I'm thinking, Sylas.”

"No, I don't," he acknowledged her comment, watching Evelyn's gaze drift to his neck then back up to his eyes.

“Are you going to tell me what happened or not?”

Sylas wasn't an idiot, nor did he think Evelyn saw him in that light. He knew that lying to her, at this point, would be transparent. So far, he has been honest. He might have lied by omission, but he never said a word that was not true in one way or another. He may be an enigma, but he was at least a partially truthful one in her presence. And while he is play the role of a victim heavily with someone else, with her, it wouldn't work. She already knew too much about him to know when he was being false.

Evelyn hummed, before holding her apple out as an offering toward him. “Are you resistant to all compulsion or only charm speech?”

"So, the snake has entered the garden." Sylas smirked as he extended his hand to take the apple, brushing her fingertips with his own. He brought the fruit to his lips and took a large bite before placing in back into her waiting palm. "I'm not sure, care to find out?" His smile grew. It was like tempting the devil. Intoxicating. Plus, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious to see what she was capable of.

A loud slam into a table within the hall temporarily caught his attention. Sylas glanced over his shoulder to see Andromeda Bolton looking more devious than a spawn of hell, with the hot tempered daughter of Ares hot on her heels. No doubt she was threatening Eve. He was surprised it took someone this long. "I don't know much about that Hecate girl," he said as he turned back around. "I fought her in capture the flag though. It would be an foolish to go against her and a daughter of Ares." Then, almost on cue, glass walls shot up from the ground in the hall, encapsulating Eve so she had no where to go but out. "It never ceases to be interesting here."

Then he paused. Sylas was skirting around her question. He knew it, and Evelyn knew it too. He ran his tongue along his lip as he sighed, looking down at the table searching for the right words. He could just say the truth, let the minx beside him see his true nature and see what she does with that knowledge. He couldn't deny that he was curious to see how she'd react. He tapped his fingers on the table before finally speaking up. "I was attacked, in my cabin... By someone who doesn't know who they are dealing with." Sylas slowly looked over at Evelyn, meeting her gaze. "You're a smart woman. Who's missing from this hall?"

He could let Evelyn connect the dots how she saw fit and make her own conclusions. There wasn't many people missing from the main hall. Duke, Alex, Wes, Sloane and Liam. And of those, who would be able to do match or over power him? Liam, perhaps Duke, but he hasn't yet seen him fight. But if you laid those cards on the table along with the words of an obnoxious blonde, the answer was right there. It didn't take detective to piece that together. He gave Evelyn 30 seconds, maybe less.




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"I'm beginning to think that the women here are too smart to sleep with me. I'm sure that you will make me seem less - repugnant, actually." Liam gave her some squinty eyed look that came off a bit playful. All the while, Sloane pursed her lips as her brows tugged together slightly. Out of every word in the English language, why did he insist on using that particular one to describe himself. Sure, he was rough around the edges, had no idea how to talk to a woman and might have been a walking billboard for fuck boys, but that's just who he was.

Regardless of his negative qualities, Liam stood up for her and protected her. He gave her a place to stay, when he had no reason to. And even forgave her after learning that she played him like a piano with her powers. If anyone was more repulsive, it'd be Sloane. She used him, similarly to how he used other women. She let her brother manipulate, bully and belittle her for years. She never got the chance to make friends, fall in love or live because she always lived in fear. But she wasn't going to argue about it, not now.

"Unless you liked what you saw and you don't want me with other girls?"

Liam's words had snapped her out of whatever head space Sloane had sunken into. She sighed, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. Gods, he really was horrible at talking to girls. "You don't strike me as the commitment type," she commented while holding his gaze. She shook her head as a small smile graced her lips. "And I'm not that type of girl," she added. Regardless if Sloane enjoyed the sight of him in his towel, it wasn't going to make her want to climb into bed with him.

He pushed off his knees, moving to his feet. Gods he was huge, over a foot taller than her. If the circumstances were different, Sloane might have been frightened of him. He could snap her in half without breaking a sweat. But something about his horrible flirting and a puppy seemed to chase any of that away. "Let's go get the rest of your shit from your cabin while your brother's out. Not that I mind that smell on you." He smiled while wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Sloane rolled her eyes, once again, as she walked around him and headed for the door. She had a feeling she was going to get headaches from how much he'd make her do that. But it at least made her smile. She didn't do that enough. She stopped by the door, seeing a leash hanging on the wall. Sloane reached out and took it, then held it out toward Liam. "What?" Her brows raised as she wiggled the leash. "You can't very well leave him cooped up in here all day."

Liam's hands all but swallowed hers as she shoved the leash into his palm. Once he took it, Sloane opened the door and headed outside. It was a strange day. For the first time in years, she wasn't wearing skirts and heels, dressed like she was about to spend a day in court. Her hair wasn't pulled back into some secretary type style, but flowed freely at her shoulders in its natural curled wildness. Not to mention she wasn't wearing an ounce of makeup. It made her feel almost naked, exposed to the world, not pristine or poised, just... human. But deep down, it was a little freeing. Sloane wasn't forcing herself to be perfect and what everyone else expected of her. She was just herself, some quiet, shy girl.

Once Liam joined her, they started heading in the direction of her cabin. For awhile it was silent. Sloane's hands kept fidgeting, tugging at the sleeves of her cardigan or brushing her loose curls behind her ears. But eventually, she broke the silence. "I could help you," she said, looking up at Liam. "With your girl problem."

Sloane remained quiet for a moment, letting Liam think about her offer or maybe argue that he didn't need her help. "You're not repugnant," she clarified before continuing. "I don't know much about dating, or really anything about dating for that matter... But I do know women." The corner of her mouth curved into a slight smile. Her short legs nearly working double time to keep in pace with his large strides. "I don't really approve of seducing women into your bed... But, I'd like to think someday something I told you could help you find your forever person. I'm sure she'd appreciate it."

Sloane actually laughed thinking about it. She could imagine some girl thanking her, a couple years down the line, for showing Liam how to give a decent compliment. Or maybe he'd be so thick, that it'd make his flirting even more cringe worthy. Although that would make her laugh to the point of tears. But either way, Liam helped her. And there wasn't very much that Sloane had in the realm of repayment. The least she could do for him, and the poor girls he tries to talk to, was give him a few... or a lot, of pointers.

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Mason went ahead and accused her of being jealous then changed his answer to "it's complicated". That was never a good sign but it didn't seem to wound him deeply or any of that garbadge. Not that he was the type to show emotions anyway.

“I think that's a compliment.” He sighed. “I suppose you're right to a degree. She shows interest in a lot of other guys, loves trouble and attention. Still, at least other people exist in our eyes. Some guys seem to forget you the second another pretty woman approaches them.”

Trinity sighed out this time, playing around with her food. “Yeah, I suppose there's that.” Mason's girlfriend seemed that type of girl. Trinity only had to remind herself that it didn't matter. She'd been independent and single until this point and perfectly functional. It didn't matter where the attention and affection of others went.

“Girls can get that way too. You know, a guy approaches her at the club and her automatic response is ‘I have a boyfriend’.” Trinity smiled at the thought of the ridiculous vain type of girls that existed. It vanished as quick as it came when Mason continued. “Anyway, there's this saying that we accept the love we think we deserve.”

This conversation had taken an interesting turn. “Wow. Truly?” That made a surprising amount of sense. She didn't know Mason had it in him, but he didn't seem to pick up on how strange it was coming from his mouth either.

“There's not many options for a son of Hades. It's a huge secret about how romantic the Underworld is.” Trinity tried a smile. Really she wanted to mutter what alternate dimension had she travelled to but she kept it zipped up.

“I know you have...a duty to the Underworld. But it really depends on the person, not the place.” The sad fact was, Mason was a good looking guy with a nasty attitude. If the son of Hades didn't tell every second person to piss off, he'd probably be one of the more popular souls on camp. “Yeah, the Underworld is scary and you can be unapproachable but you have options.” To counter her kindness she shovelled a spoonful of food in her mouth. Trinity was busy eating so couldn't possibly meet his gaze or say something else that was stupid.

“What about a daughter of Ares?” Mason asked. “That looks like a guy's hoodie on you.”

After glancing down to her own oversized FNAF hoodie, she narrowed her eyes on him. Mason smiled telling her the suggestive part was a joke. Just as well. Still, she screwed up her face. She was hoping to avoid the topic regarding herself. But she got Mason's point of view. “Getting spooned every night. Or extremely difficult.” Like him, she could be her own repellant. People just weren't attracted to the wrong spawns.

Mason stretched out. “My point is don't stress warrior princess. I can take care of myself. And we all know you can certainly take care of yourself.” He nodded towards her with a smirk.

She smiled and bowed her head in return. “Thank you very much. These days it feels like I need freakin' Dr. Phil or something. But really, people deserve to have the crap beaten out of them if they fuck with me and my man.” Trinity's eyes widened. Did she really just refer to someone as “my man”. Must have been Andy's claim the boyfriend speech rubbing off on her. “My squad, crew, friends, family, whatever,” she corrected, waving her spoon about dismissively.

“We're not so lonely if we got each other either now are we?”

Trinity cocked her head and found herself smiling. She could do loneliness and independence but it was nice to have a friend now and then. “That's true. Scratch the lonely hearts club then.” The notion filled her with a sense of comfort and pride. “I want to move past all the sentimental stuff today but first, I have to let you know I really consider you a friend and I count you as part of the crew. That's why I'm mentioning the bar you could raise a little.” She parted her thumb and index finger and laughed. Mason could do better than a 7 eleven woman.

She shoved her bowl aside when it was empty and joined her palms together then pointed them towards Mason. A game of slaps would wake them up. “I was going to save it for the party tonight, but you might be drowned in women,” she chuckled then continued. “Every time I hit your hand, I ask a question and you tell me the truth, okay? Ladies first.” She waited for their fingertips to connect then strike.



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“So, the snake has entered the garden.” Sylas took the fruit from Evelyn, smirk in place. He took a large bite without hesitance then replaced the apple in her palm. “I'm not sure, care to find out?” Wasn't he the confident one? He was only fortunate she didn't place an unpleasant curse on it. She conserved her ace up the sleeve.

“One day,” she replied softly.

As much as a commotion or two was tempting to look at, Evelyn watched her subject then ended up turning her head in the direction of Andy, Ajax and Eve. “I don't know much about that Hecate girl. I fought her in capture the flag though. It would be an foolish to go against her and a daughter of Ares.” On that, they agreed, but Trinity and Andy were stuck in the physicality of confrontation. Eve played the mental league. “It never ceases to be interesting here.” Sylas concluded.

“Perhaps you should preserve a potential ally’s face and ego.” While her understanding was that Sylas wanted minimum association with Eve, she still thought, getting over their differences, they'd make the worst best couple. They were both leeches on drama so would serve each other well. “Tell me again why Eve won't go to you for a taste of the darker side?” Because she could control Mason instead wasn't a real excuse. The devil before her had to know that didn't pardon him from Eve's radar. The blonde may acquire a taste for challenges.

Evelyn crunched into the other side of the apple seeing as Sylas elected avoidance and silence to the issue she really wanted to know. When he sighed out, Evelyn turned to him. “I was attacked, in my cabin... By someone who doesn't know who they are dealing with.” His words were soaked in a promise of revenge. Still, there was a matter of who attacked him in his own territory and why. “You're a smart woman. Who's missing from this hall?”

Evelyn did a quick scan of the hall. Alex proved to have a temper and strength, but he was lucky she even remembered his name. While the idea of Sloane causing him such harm was satisfying, she didn't think the girl possessed that much strength. Or if she had wrapped her fingers around Sylas's throat, she'd be ten times worse off. Then it all came together rather quickly. Sloane couldn't, but her company over the night could. Liam. Evelyn inclined her chin in silent understanding. “I see. And you did nothing to provoke this attack of course?” Not that Liam looked like he took much provoking. She spared Sylas threading an answer that was between truth and lie. “As long as you're in one piece. I don't think I'd much like your neck broken before I can figure you out.”

She had to work slightly to convince herself Sylas held no other appeal but intrigue over her. This time she pointed to the buffet. “Now get something to eat or drink before your master performance begins.” Food had a way of luring in people that needed to be fed. She suspected it wouldn't be long until Sloane and Liam entered. Maybe the poor dear Sylas couldn't even swallow with his esophagus injured, and speaking would be an effort through a hoarse voice and croak.

Seeing a performance if one was required would be an opportunity. She could witness how he fooled so many others. And how thick he went with the victim card.

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"Dude, you seriously need to get laid!" Alex chucked a pillow at him and Wes was barely able to grab it before it smacked him in the face. "And NO, I am not offering"

"I wasn't talking about me," he corrected, throwing the pillow back at her. "I don't think having all of us in a dark room together is the smartest idea. You forget, I can tell when someone is lusting after someone else... Or has unspoken feelings." Wes cupped his hands together and batted his eyelashes like a dewy-eyed school girl. "I'd rather not stumble upon campers getting down and dirty."

"And for the record... I'm saving myself." Wes couldn't help but chuckle slightly at his comment. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that he was not a virgin. "I plan to remain chaste until she wants me... And if she never does?" He shrugged his shoulders. "And so my watch begins," he laughed, quoting Game of Thrones.

After Wes begged Alex to not dress like a stripper, she sat down at the foot of the bed and rested her head on his calf. "You would be too tempted to stare yourself more like..."

Wes shook his head. "I'm sure I could abstain. Stripper isn't really my type. You'll be shocked to know I find modesty attractive." He made a fake shocked expression on his face, even gasping and bringing his hand to his mouth.

"I won't dress like a stripper, though. I promise. Besides, I don't think they'll be interested in me anyway. I'm pretty sure that Pete is only being nice to me because he felt sorry for me, and I.. well, Duke was with some other girl after the trial. Which, is totally fine. I don't know her name... Liv, or something like that?"

"And men and women aren't allowed to be friends?" He asked, quirking a brow. Wes then sighed as he sat up right on the bed, preparing for a moment of serious talk. "Ok, so first of all, any guy would be crazy not to be into you." Even though he was head over heels for another girl, Wes wasn't blind and he knew Alex was a catch. She was just intimidating... Honestly like half of the damn girls at camp. The kind to murder you in their sleep if you broke their heart. Wes was lucky he hasn't woken up to Trinity holding a blade to his throat.

"Well, I don't know this Pete guy... But in a single day his name has been mentioned just as much as Duke's. And no matter how much you want to hide it, I can sense how you feel about Duke. Now I don't know his deal." Wes shrugged, patting his legs to a slight beat before continuing. "He could be into you and just... doesn't know how to show it. Or, he's an idiot and doesn't know he likes you yet. Or he's just an idiot." Wes laughed. "Regardless you're single and free to do whatever you want and that includes making some dumb guys realize that they are blind." He then shrugged with a smile. Sometimes guys needed a little push.

"I'll grab that shower." He gave her a thumbs up as she wondered off toward the bathroom.

Wes must have been a lot more tired than he originally thought. At some point when Alex went to get cleaned, he must have dozed off. He didn't hear her exit the bathroom and was startled awake when he heard her speak. "Ready for a mini fashion show?"

He inhaled deeply as he stretched and groaned. Wes looked over at her with squinty eyes and gave her a thumbs up once again. "Dazzle me."

With a yawn, he propped himself up on his bionic arm, watching as Alex gathered a bunch of outfits and laid them out on the bed before him. "Which one do you think says... sexy but cute, best?"

"Well," he said as he moved to his feet to get a better view. "The parties are always at the beach... and we're at camp. I'd say nix these three," he said as he pointed at the second, fourth and fifth outfits. "I think they might say you're trying a little hard. Plus, they're pretty formal for getting shit faced drunk and you'll be pissed you wore heels in the sand."

Wes's lips pursed slightly as he looked at the remaining outfits. "I like these two," he pointed at the first and last outfits. "They look like something you'd wear to a bonfire. They show some skin, but not too much... So, it leaves somethings up to the imagination. Definitely one of those outfits girls wear when they feel cute and don't realize how hot us guys think it is."

He smiled. "You might want to save it for the party... Element of surprise and all that." Wes wiggled his eyebrows playfully. "Now what should I wear?" He teased, spinning around and posing. "What says 'I'm an idiot but you like me anyway'?' He laughed as he flopped back down on her bed, dropping the act.




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“Perhaps you should preserve a potential ally’s face and ego.” Sylas gave a soft chuckle and a shake of his head. Evelyn was set on the whole concept of Sylas and Eve. Two manipulators joining forces to piss off the entire camp. But see, the blonde had no style and tact was out the window. He could have gotten the same effects she had, but it wouldn't have come back to bite him in the ass. Subtly is your best friend in this particular situation and her sense of self preservation seems to be lacking. If Sylas wanted to get under someone's skin like Andy, he definitely wouldn't blatantly flirt with her boyfriend. Foolish. “Tell me again why Eve won't go to you for a taste of the darker side?”

"You are persistent." He tapped his index finger against the table. "Eve is someone who likes to be in control... The dominant type." Sylas slowly looked over at Evelyn, speaking softly. "Well, so am I." A small smirk curved upon his face. "Two dominants don't make good bedfellows. And her blatant disregard for self preservation or tact would ruin my style."

"Eve will either see me as a challenge... or give me a wide birth. Only time will tell which path she chooses. But the princess doesn't seem to take it lightly when someone gets the upper hand on her." He motioned his head toward the commotion that still continued behind him. Sylas couldn't help but laugh slightly when he heard Andy scream at Eve. He snuck a glance over his shoulder, seeing the dutiful boyfriend holding her back while the blonde all but skipped away. "I'd pay to see that cat fight unfold." Was he a sadist? Perhaps. But it was a new day and the Gods intervened before Trinity's fight in Olympus could get anywhere exciting.

Sylas watched Evelyn as she quickly connected the dots of what had happened to him... to some extent anyway. She raised her chin slightly, as if she pieced it together. “I see. And you did nothing to provoke this attack of course?”

No, he wasn't going to answer honestly. And Sylas isn't the type to admit he deserved it even if he did. "Would that change your opinion of me?" he asked, more rhetorically.

“As long as you're in one piece. I don't think I'd much like your neck broken before I can figure you out.” Sylas smiled slightly at the comment, nodding his head toward her in understanding. He never expected someone to warm up to him when he wasn't playing the part of someone other than himself. But, he also wasn't dumb and knew a lot of it stemmed from her own interest in who he was and what his intentions were. If he wasn't vague or mysterious, she might have already moved on.

“Now get something to eat or drink before your master performance begins.”

Sylas quirked a brow in almost a sinister expression as he stood up. "Yes ma'am."As he walked away, he let the tips of his fingers brush along Evelyn's shoulder.

It didn't take him long to scrounge up something, opting for a bowl of cereal and an apple, having a craving for one after Evelyn tempted him. He sent the red head a quick wink before he beelined for another table. Well, she did ask for a performance and he wasn't going to get anything done if he spent all his time with Evelyn. No matter how much he'd enjoy that. So, he made his way to a table with the brunette he saw Trinity fight with the day before and some unknown redhead.

"Wow! Now that was intense! You know, Mason told that Ajax has been with other girls, yet according to Eve, Ajax is the loyal one and Andy is the one who is having issues. Now I can already tell Mason doesn't like Ajax, so I am wondering in all of this mess, where does the truth lie? My mom is a journalist and that is always her ultimate goal, to find the truth while being as unbiased as possible."

He caught the tail end of a conversation as he approached, flashing them both a charming and a bit bashful smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt. I was just wondering if this seat was taken." He pointed to an available seat beside Liv. "I don't think we've been properly introduced," he said, addressing both women. "I'm Sylas."




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"That's enough now," Ajax said toward her, quietly as his hand gently rested on the small of her back. Andy sighed softly, slowly calming down. She had almost forgotten how soothing Ajax's presence was to her. It had only been a day, maybe two that they were at odds and not speaking, but it felt longer. She hadn't realized how much she missed him until she was there beside him, with his hand upon her. "I need to talk to you."

Andy inhaled sharply. Why was it whenever your significant other needed to talk that it felt like the world was ending. But she didn't have time to respond or even react before a voice came from behind her. “Sorry, sorry. I just felt I needed to clear something up.” Andy slowly turned to face the blonde who was seriously testing her patience. Eve's presence even caused Ajax to sigh. The blonde motioned between the two of them before speaking. “You should know you have nothing to worry about. I might have been a little bit flirty, but he was not interested. He went all growly, and was like leave me alone, I’m a one woman kind of guy.”

Yeah, and I'm the Pope, Andy thought to herself. But she didn't say anything. She just waited. Eve was too happy... too calm to feel the need to back pedal, there was something she wanted to add. Her own knife to sink in. She was a caged animal, and it was only natural for her to retaliate to try and regain some semblance of honor. “Now that I think about it though, that must make you feel pretty crappy. Ajax is such perfect, loyal boyfriend to you, and you can’t even fake loyalty. Since we all know you're not a one man kind of gal.”

"Bitch!" Andy shouted at Eve, no doubt getting the attention of nearly everyone in the hall... Maybe even more. She went to lunge for the blonde. Andy had every intention to hurdle the table and beat Eve within an inch of her life. But Ajax was faster than she was. He took ahold of her before she could act and held her back.

"Don't.. don't let her get under your skin." He spoke calmly to her, as he gently pulled her toward him. Andy took a deep breath, turning away from Eve and staring at the wall over Ajax's shoulder.

“Sorry, just grabbing my food. Sex always makes me so hungry.”

"Choke on it," Andy said, not even sparing the girl a glance.

"Just leave," Ajax demanded and Andy could only assume Eve left, because she didn't hear another word from her. She finally looked up at Ajax when she felt him shift to glance down at her. "So, about that talk?"

Andy swallowed as she nodded her head. As he began to lead her out of the cafeteria, she couldn't help but over hear part of a conversation from some girl she never met sitting across from Liv. "You know, Mason told that Ajax has been with other girls, yet according to Eve, Ajax is the loyal one and Andy is the one who is having issues. Now I can already tell Mason doesn't like Ajax, so I am wondering in all of this mess, where does the truth lie?"

She had half a mind to tell the girl to mind her own damn business. But instead Andy just glared at the girl as Ajax lead her out of the room and took her to a private part of the hall she hadn't been to before. She was thankful of that. That's all they needed was more gossip and rumors about their private life spreading through the camp like wildfire.

Andy found herself holding her breath until Ajax spoke. There was a lump in her throat while her hands began to tremble. Was this it? Had he finally had enough of her bullshit? Her friendship with Mason?... all of it. But she stood there silent, her fingers tugging at the sleeves of her shirt as she waited.

"I know I haven't been the greatest boyfriend to you, and for that, I'm sorry. Maybe that's why you fell for him, for Mason. He was able to give you what I wasn't. He was there for you when I wasn't. If.... if you want to be with him, then... who am I to stop you? I can't force you to stay with me, even if I want to." Andy finally breathed, but it wasn't out of relief. It was almost like gasping for air when there wasn't any.

Ajax gently took her face in his hands. The expression on his face killed her. Part of her just wanted to pull him closer and kiss him, kiss away his pain and worry. But this wasn't something they could kiss away and sweep under the rug. He deserved the truth... after the hell she's put him through. "I love you, Andy. I have loved you from the first moment I saw you, and I swear that I will do whatever it takes to be a better boyfriend, but if your hearts with him... then I have to let you go." She felt a tear run down her cheek as she held his gaze. "You deserve to be happy."

She took in a shakey breath. It was so hard to hold his gaze as he looked at her like that. What in the hell was she feeling? "I don't know what I want." It hurt her to say the words. Andy had been so focused on trying to keep everyone else happy over the past year that she had forgotten about herself. "I can't remember the last time I was happy," she sighed softly. She can barely remember her night with Ajax to know if she was truly happy then. She hopes she was. But she remembers the next morning and her panic also. Andy has been torn in two directions for so long, that she was losing herself in the middle of it all. Out of anyone, Ajax deserved that truth. She's been lying to herself and others by putting on a brave face and a forced smile.

"I'm not the girl I was a year ago," she added, shaking her head slightly. "I don't know if I'm capable of being happy anymore... or what would even make me happy." Andy sighed, trying to swallow the lump in her throat and stop the churning in her stomach. "You deserve happiness, more than I do," she concluded as her hand raised to wipe away a tear from her cheek.

Andy had hidden for so long from the truth, her burdens, confusion and sadness. It was no surprise that eventually others noticed. It killed her to stand before Ajax and say these things. But it was the truth. She was so lost that she was surprised she lasted as long as she did. He deserved someone who could treat him better than she could, who would support him.




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Sloane had continued walking for several steps until she realized she didn't hear him trailing behind her. She slowed down and turned to face Liam finding him frozen where he stood. It seemed the second she looked at him, he turned his head away... like he was bashful or embarrassed. She regretted saying anything. Did she strike a nerve or offend him? Sloane took a step toward him and parted her lips to say something but froze once he decided to speak.

"I think the universe would owe you a great debt, Sloane," he responded even giving her a goofy grin.

She smiled slightly, but the concern still showed in her eyes and the way her brows tugged together. Sloane slowly walked up the stairs into her cabin. She stopped at the top and turned to face Liam, actually being at eye level or a little bit higher. "I don't have to." She said it plainly, so he didn't feel obligated to accept her help. If he didn't want it then she wouldn't impose. "I just wanted to offer something in return for what you did." That wasn't sex. But she didn't say it. Although Liam seemed to think with what was between his legs a fair bit, she had faith, at least, in somewhat serious conversations she wouldn't have to state that.

Sloane's gaze moved from Liam when she saw Rocco run inside the cabin, dragging his leash behind him. Without knowing what else to say, her fingers tugged at the sleeves of her cardigan as she spun around and headed inside. For a moment she hesitated in the doorway to her room. Everything, for the most part, still looked the same with only minor signs of a struggle. But that doesn't keep the images at bay. She sighed softly and finally entered.

Luckily, she hadn't unpacked that much. So, all she really had was a small suitcase and one other duffel bag. Sloane opened them and laid them out on her bed. Sloane couldn't help but notice how since they arrived, Liam barely stayed a few feet from her. Like he was worried any minute Sylas could come back. She tried not to think about it as she went over to her closet and took things from hangers, folded the clothes and placed them in the suitcase. All the while, Liam just dumped drawers of clothes into her other bag, surprisingly avoiding her underwear drawer.

"Why didn’t you tell anyone?"

Sloane's pace slowed as she placed the piece of clothing in her hands into the suitcase. By that point Rocco wondered his way into her room and was sniffing some of her things that managed to fall to the floor. She smiled slightly, picking him up and untangling his leash from the foot of her bed. She gave him a couple rubs on the ears before setting him on top of her pillows. Sloane wasn't avoiding the question, but part of her, even now, was worried that speaking ill of her brother would summon the devil himself. She took a blue ribbon from her bag and loosely tied it around Rocco's collar, sighing once she finished.

"I'm scared of him," she admitted as she started folding the clothes Liam haphazardly tossed into her bag. "Sylas... threatened to kill me if I ever spoke ill against him." Sloane didn't look over at Liam, although she could guess what his expression looked like. "He keeps his word." Although she never spoke out about her brother or told a soul, that wouldn't be how he saw it. Liam knew too much and in Sylas's mind, that was her fault. He'd find a moment when she was alone, that she didn't doubt. But instead of dwelling on future that awaited her, she tried to smile a little more and enjoy the freedom while she had it.

When Sloane finished folding the clothes Liam grabbed, she scooped up the duffle bag on her arm and carried it over to her dresser. She started taking the contents out of the drawer he didn't touch and toss them into the bag. "So... Why did you get involved?" She gave him an answer, so maybe she would get one in return. "You could have ignored it. Would have been safer for you."

She finished emptying the final drawer and zipped up her bag. On her dresser there sat a small little stuffed teddy that she couldn't even recall where she got it. Sloane scooped it up and tossed it onto the bed next to the puppy, who proceeded to sniff it curiously. Then he bit into it and shook his head all around. Funny how cute little animals always seemed to make things better. And as long as she was staying with Liam, there was a good chance that Rocco would be spoiled. After all, Sloane never had a pet, so she found herself already in love with the little guy.

Sloane gave a once over of her room. Nothing else there was of importance. She had what she needed. She put the strap from the duffle over her head, then lifted her suitcase from the bed. Thankfully it was on wheels so she could roll it. "That's everything." She couldn't help but wonder what other rumors would spread if someone saw her moving into Liam's cabin. She tried not to worry about that as she headed toward the door. "He can keep it," she said as she nodded her head and smiled toward Rocco who came trotting after them with the stuffed animal in his mouth. With one last glance over her shoulder at the cabin, she sighed and exited the cabin, for good.

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It was pretty evident that Nelly put her foot in her mouth again after a few reactions from Liv and even Andy. She saw Hecate's daughter look at her and instantly felt regret. Nelly knew one of her biggest flaws was to say what she was thinking and that often rubbed people the wrong way. She wasn't going to apologize for it, but she would apologize if it hurt someone. Seeing the couple leave, she made a mental note to apologize later. It wasn't long before Liv spoke to her though.

"I'm only going to say this one time, dear. You will be better off staying out of their drama. These girls here, they don't want help. They want everyone to feel just as sorry for them as they do for themselves. They want all the boys here to revolve around them and their fragile little egos, and these silly boys are more than happy to oblige."

~A little late for that, staying out of trouble at least.~ Nelly thought.

Also, Liv seemed to be jumping to quick conclusions here. She sounded so sure here. Also she wasn't making much sense either. What do these girls not want help with? Nelly couldn't help but look a little perplexed at Liv's statement there.

"I say, let them consume each other's time with all their bullshit. Me, I have training to do - things that are more important than your quest for gossip. Because while all of you are busy playing high school, I will be busy exploring all the ways that my powers could make people pay for their slights."

Ooh, that really burned, but Nelly wouldn't let it get to her. Liv was definitely someone to be aware of. Her being a child of Poseidon meant she was more powerful then her. She would make sure to stay on her good side. And being a gossip wasn't something Nelly tried to be, it just happened at times. Her father was definitely a talker himself. Her thoughts became jarred when someone showed up.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt. I was just wondering if this seat was taken. I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Sylas."

Liv was quick to introduce herself before leaving. Nelly kept her eyes on the new guy though. Even though she had her normal 'nice smile' in place, if there was one person she'd been told to be wary of, it was this guy. Her father told her Sylas was a Child of Eris when she inquired about him. Hermes knew how bad Eris could be. This was the person who was ultimately the reason for the Great Trojan war so Hermes never pulled pranks on her like he had with others, even Hades. Nelly then noticed that Sylas was bruised in some areas.

"Hi there Sylas, my name is Penelope, but most call my Nelly. And as you can see it's just me here now and I wasn't waiting for anyone. I actually got in last night from another trip. Now I hope I am not being a bother here, but are you okay?" she asked, pointing to his bruises.

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Pete's answer to her question scared Iliana. Yes he was definitely not fine. He was furious, but unlike Andy's temper, his was more like a volcano about to erupt rather then a storm, and those kinds of tempers could be more dangerous. He suddenly left and Iliana thought about him for a bit. She could tell he wanted to ask her more about her ordeal and in all honesty, she wasn't ready to talk about it. His statement about Ethan and Heath though had caught her off guard. It also made her think. It never occurred to her, but Pete was right, those two did do everything she asked them to. She had gotten use to Heath's attentions even growing up for he always wanted to protect her. He always been that way, especially after what happened to her recently. And Ethan had taken a break from college just to help her. Was she being selfish? Had she come to rely so heavily on Ethan and Heath so much that they didn't have their own lives to live anymore?

"Now that's a serious face. Care to share Lia?"

Ethan's sudden appearance caused Iliana to gasp in surprised.

"Oops, sorry Lia. I should have realized you were deep in thought."

Ethan saw Pete leave and figured he would check on Iliana. Iliana soon calmed down before answering his question. Ethan saw Iliana's serious face again as she handed him her notebook.

~Do I take up too much of your free time?~

"Where did this come Lia? Ethan asked, confused.

~Pete, the guy that was here. He mentioned something and it made me wonder if I demand too much of your and Heath's time. You two are always with me and rarely do anything for yourselves. Ethan I know you took a hiatus from college to help me. I don't want you and Heath to be around me so much if it means it's taking away from you enjoying your lives. I am sorry for being selfish.~

This gave Ethan pause. True, much of his currently life did revolve around helping Iliana, but he had made that choice. He knew how dangerous humans were and it was his choice to help Heath and Iliana. Heath had even told him how grateful he was to Ethan once and it made him feel wonderful to feel useful. Heath wasn't one to dish out compliments, so when he did give one, he always meant it.

"Listen to me Lia. You've been through hell and back in your life and I wanted to help. I think you're one of the strongest people I know and you've made great strides from the tragedies you've been through. You're also one of the most selfless people I know too and I've known a lot of people because you always are trying to help others. You're not forcing me to do something I don't want to do. I want to help. I know there will be plenty of times at this camp when I'll get to do my own thing. For now I am just content to hang out with you two since I am more comfortable with ya'll. Believe me though, I do want to meet everyone in this camp, even the more complicated ones."

Iliana listened and nodded. It was a lot to think of. One thing she knew she was going to do though, try to spend more time away from Heath and Ethan. She didn't have to meet everyone in this camp, or least get to know them, but there was no hurry either. That's when she remembered this morning's announcement.

~We're suppose to vote for a movie night or a campfire party night by the way. I don't care either way honestly, but I think I would prefer the campfire since there be more space so I can be alone if I want to, or leave early. I am going to go walk by myself for now. Can you tell Heath I will see you two later?~

Ethan nodded before Iliana got up, took her dirty dishes away and left. He soon left himself.

After Iliana walked out of the Main hall, she spotted Mason and another blonde. Her name was Trinity right? She remembered her from the trial. She didn't see anyone else though and not knowing what to do, just walked wherever her feet guided her. She ended up coming upon some cabins and saw the state of one of them. It had seen better days. Horrified, Iliana ended up approaching it before seeing two people exit it, one being a huge guy who look capable of damaging the cabin and the other was a dark haired woman. She had yet to meet these campers. They also appeared to be talking with each other. Not wanting to interrupt them, she started heading in another direction. Still the state of that cabin haunted her thoughts.

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Heath saw he was being a third wheel when he saw Cherise look at the other young man.

"Thanks for the information Cherise and yes, I'll see you two later.

He started heading back to the main hall when he saw Ethan coming towards him. Where was Iliana? He didn't have to wait long because Ethan took initiative.

"Iliana wanted to walk alone and wanted me to tell you that. Oh and a lot just happened after you left." he said before telling Heath everything that happened between Ajax, Alex, and Eve. He then talked about his talk with Iliana. Heath sighed.

"I'll be honest Ethan. I am always terrified that something will happen to Iliana when I am not with her. But my practical helps keep me sane because I know Demeter is even more protective of her daughter. So much so she told me she'll always have something watching her, even at this camp."

"Like what exactly?"

"Like tree nymphs or her own personal servants. Being the Greek equivalent of Mother Nature, Demeter does have a LOT of connections. Only Poseidon would have more since water covers more of the Earth then land."

"So what do you want to do now? Oh, there's an vote we have to do. We need to decide if we want a movie night or campfire party."

"Really? I'd rather stay in my room and read or work on my latest book. But then again the party idea might be best because then I can keep an eye on other campers. I still don't trust Mason when it comes to Alex. And we still need to find out what happened to Sylas."

"How about this then? I've been wanting to find time to work on some architecture ideas so why don't we head back to our cabin so you can work on your book and I can do that. Well we can do that after voting. Then this evening we can do the party. I was going to vote for partying anyway because I've been wanting to meet the rest of the campers anyway."

"Good idea. Oh, thanks for everything Ethan. You've been a great help, and I know you didn't have to be."

"Anytime man! I am just happy that Iliana is trying to do more things on her own."

This caused Heath to smile and the two headed off to make that vote.

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens
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"I'm... out of practice.."

Wes chuckled slightly. "Well, it's not hard. Most guys are just dumb." He scratched his head trying to think of the flirty things he liked. But then again, he was in love with a girl who'd rather threaten his life rather than bat her eye lashes at him. "Laugh at his jokes, find a reason to touch his arm... Just give him a reason to not look at anyone else. That can't be too hard." To be honest, Wes didn't know. He didn't have to try until he met Trinity, and everything with her was backwards. So his knowledge was useless at this point.

"I honestly didn't think I mentioned Pete that much."

"You didn't," Wes said. "But you did mention him, that's the difference. The only male names I ever hear you mention are mine, Duke's, your brother's and Mason's. It's not too hard to connect the dots at least a little." It wasn't his place to judge. Alex was free to like whomever she wanted. As long as they made her happy. Or whatever else she wanted.

"I don't know what he thinks, or feels, but... to be fair... I'm not exactly sure how I feel either at the moment." His brows raised slightly as he nodded his head in understanding. "Lets... let's forget about relationships for now, yeah? We got a party to get ready for."

Wes nodded his head and held up his hands in surrender. "Yes ma'am."

"Maybe you can go grab your stuff and get ready here? that way we can arrive there together. If you want?" He slowly stood up from the bed as she chose an outfit and started towards the bathroom. "Won't be long."

He gave a wave of his hand before heading out of her room and exited the Valis cabin. Wes didn't hurry to his cabin, knowing full well how long it took girls to get ready. He'd be lucky if Alex was even a tenth of the way done by the time he returned. Part of him hoped he'd run into Trinity on his way, but it didn't seem like luck was on his side. He made his way inside and decided to give Alex a little thrill and let her pick his outfit as well. Who knows, maybe she'd pick something that would make Trin look twice at him. He grabbed a couple pieces and tossed them into a bag, along with some shoes and his cologne before heading out again.

When Wes returned to Alex's cabin, she was still in her bathroom doing lord knows what women do when they get ready. He took his time laying out what he brought it what he thought were decent outfits, although it wouldn't surprise him if Alex mixed up everything he thought worked. Wes didn't have much in the realm of options but still, a woman's advice might be helpful. He laid down perpendicular on the bed on top of the pillows with his feet sticking out off the side. He let himself doze off as he waited on her to finish getting ready.

Whenever Alex emerged, he finally stirred and groaned where he laid. He squinted as he opened an eye to look over at her. He gave Alex a thumbs up and a smile. "Good choice." He then motioned his mechanical hand at the presented clothing. "Your turn to choose."

Once Alex decided upon his clothes for the day, Wes scooped up the outfit and disappeared into the bathroom. Luckily, it didn't take him nearly as long to get ready as she did. He already shaved in the morning, and his hair was too short to do much of anything with it. So he ran his hands through it with a little bit of water, before he came back out. Wes's hands slid into the front pockets of his jeans as he approached her with a shrug. "So?" He spun around playfully. "It's weird, having two arms again." He laughed. "I just managed to figure out tying my shoes one handed... kind of."

He moved over to the door, nodding toward the exit. "Are you ready to go?" Wes opened the door for her, giving Alex a smile before motioning in the general direction of the party.




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"It's definitely harder for us at this camp, and.. I can't force you to stay with me if that's not what you want. I think..." Andy looked up at him as he paused mid sentence. She watched him shove his hands into his pockets. He couldn't look at her. Her chin quivered. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath, preparing for whatever he was going to say.

"Andy... maybe we should have a break? That way, you can then decide on what you want, and who makes you happier. I'm not going to compare myself from Mason to make myself look like the better choice. You need to decide that on your own, baby."

Andy took a step back, shaking her head slightly as she tried to fight the tears. He wasn't wrong. She felt it coming, but it didn't hurt any less. She raised her hand to cover her mouth as she looked up at him, while her leg bounced anxiously. And somehow, no matter it all, Ajax smiled. But she couldn't match it.

"Come here," Ajax said as she motioned for her to come closer. But Andy couldn't make her feet move, she was cemented where she stood. But he didn't wait and closed the distance to her. He wrapped his arounds around her and kissed her forehead. Once in his arms, Andy let out a shaky breath. A soft whimper escaped her lips as her arms wrapped around him, her hands grasping at his shirt. "I just want to say... thank you for putting up with me for this long at least."

She let out a weak laugh that was muffed as she buried her face into the crook of his neck. Andy managed to hold him tighter. Why did this feel like the end? It terrified her and she couldn't help but feel like it was all her fault. "I do love you, Ajax," she whispered into his shoulder. She had to say it. No matter what happened, he had to know.

"Everything will be okay. I promise." How could he be so calm? Andy felt like everything she knew was crumbling around her, yet he could be so strong. He was doing this for her, yet she knew it was killing him and it killed her too. But how could she ever be the person he wanted or needed? Not when she was a mess like she was. Part of her wanted him to wait for her, that it was a phase she'd get past. But that was selfish. He just needed to be happy... Even if that meant moving on without her.

But for as long as Ajax would let her, she'd stay there in his arms.

Andy lost track of how long her and Ajax just stood there in silence. It took all the strength left in her to finally walk away. The rest of the day felt like a haze, where she couldn't remember half of the things she did. She went through the actions with an empty gaze and her mind was somewhere else. She somehow found her way to her cabin. Part of her wanted to be with someone... But who would she go to? Mason was half of the reason she was in this predicament and they weren't talking. Trinity? Andy vaguely remembers walking past her as she exited the hall. She was with Mason and they weren't stupid. It was only a matter of time before Trinity found her and asked what happened, or Mason came to gloat.

She wished Daniel was there. But he wasn't. So, she opted for solitude. Andy let herself sink into a hot bath, putting in earbuds so she couldn't be bothered. It seemed as though every song, one after the other only made it worse until eventually she threw her phone across the room. She groaned at the sound of her screen cracking before slipping beneath the steaming water. When Andy came back up for air, she brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she sat there until the water long turned cold.

Pruney was an understatement when it came to her fingers and toes by the time Andy got out of the bath. She wrapped herself in a towel and managed to make it out to her bedroom where she then sat down on her bed. Why did it always seem to be the camp's answer for everything to throw a party. Just the thought of alcohol made her nauseous. Maybe she could stay inside and not go? Who would expect her there now? Not Ajax. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself," she scolded herself.

Andy managed to get herself ready, but it took nearly an hour just to get up and put the few pieces of clothing on. It took even more coaxing to manage making her hair look nice. Then it took three tries to put make up on, the first two times she started crying at the thought of seeing Ajax there but not being with him. She actually had to yell at her own reflection to get the hell over it and not mess it up a third time. She was determined to not look like she just went through a temporary split up with her boyfriend, even if it killed her on the inside.

Once she was presentable and ready, Andy walked out of her cabin. She slowly stepped out onto her porch and closed the door behind her. Then froze. She stood there with her back to the world, facing the door with the handle in her hand. Let go and go to the party. Just let go.




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Sloane walked along the dirt path, slowly trailing behind Liam. He hadn't answered her question, which made her wonder if he was searching for a reason as to why. Or maybe because it was a simple reason, that she already shut down. She tried not to overthink it, instead of looking toward the puppy as he trotted along with his new prize. Occasionally, the leash caught on a twig or rock, stopping Rocco's moment. Sloane smiled a little, using her toe to untangle it each time and would toss the teddy ahead for him.

After one throw, Liam turned and moved toward her. Her eyes widened when he stopped well within what was considered personal space. His chest was pressed to hers, with her gaze hidden someone in his upper torso. She felt his hand move to the middle of her back, causing her to inhale sharply as she tensed under his warm touch. Sloane tried to spare a subtle glance up at him only to be met by the underside of his jaw, instead focusing her gaze on the fabric of his shirt.

Liam's head began to lower, which caused Sloane's heart to about break through her ribcage. No doubt he could feel it against his chest. She tried to keep herself calm, but she had no idea what he was doing. His breath was hot on the side of her neck and she could have swore his lips nearly grazed her ear. Then his hand took hold of the strap to her duffle bag and pulled it over her head. Sloane finally let out a deep breath. She hadn't noticed she was holding it in until that moment. "Thanks," she said quietly as she still tried to steady her breathing. No doubt her cheeks were flushed and she did her best to avoid eye contact. The spot on his shirt was doing well at holding her attention.

But when Sloane thought the interaction was done, Liam remained... close. He didn't withdraw or take a step back. His chest was still against hers. She could feel it caving and rising with each breath as he began to speak. If someone stumbled upon them it might have looked odd, the way this giant was so close to her and had to look down at her like he was staring at his shoes. All the while Sloane's hand craned backwards so that she might catch a glimpse of his face. Why was he so close?

"Because you needed me, and I was there. You can't honestly tell me that you were standing there, taking his wrath, and not hoping that I would still be there to see it. I was, and I did something because you needed help. You were scared, and I could see it. You shouldn't have to be scared of anyone. If you leave it at that, Sloane, then it's simple. I did what any man should do."

Liam finally broke the close contact and headed for his cabin. Sloane stood there in stunned silence, watching him walk away for a good couple of seconds before she let herself relax and followed after him. "Do you regret me stepping in?"

"No," she replied simply. Her thumbs tapped against the handle of her suitcase as she walked. Sloane chewed on her bottom lip slightly trying to think of more of an explanation or an answer than a single word. "You woke the bear," she added with a slight smile. But it wasn't happy, more sympathetic, maybe even worried. "I think... I accepted his wrath because I thought, if I carried the weight of it, then everyone else would be safe from him."

"I don’t give a fuck about what I woke, Sloane. He isn’t a bear - he’s a snake. If I were you, I’d be more worried that he woke a bear." He turned and gestured to his chest with two thumbs, comically and with a grin. Sloane chuckled slightly while shaking her head. "That would be me. I’m the bear, and if he isn't careful, I will crush his little head under my big foot." He mumbled something under his breath that was likely an expletive directed at Sylas - some derogatory name or some such. He turned back around and continued walking.

They finally reached his cabin and Sloane's pace slowed. She pushed down the handle of her suitcase, then grabbed the one on the side so she could lift it up the stairs. She made it to the porch and set down her bag. After a moment, Sloane looked back at him. "He'll be coming after us both now. I'm not sure how long we'll be able to keep each other safe." She raised her hand to rub the back of her neck. "Just don't do something stupid to protect me, ok?... Promise?"

He waited for her to go inside, and when she made her request as he turned to close the door, he sighed. "Doing stupid things for pretty girls is in my nature. I can’t promise you that.' At least he was honest and not making promises that he can’t keep.

Sloane sighed softly and nodded her head slightly. She hated that she was his burden now, regardless if he saw it that way or not. But no matter what she said it wouldn't keep him from doing what he set his mind to. She set her stuff down beside the couch, then made her way over to Liam to take her duffel back from him. She shifted to her tip toes to grab the strap and slip the bag from his shoulder. Liam helped her with it, of course. "I'll stay on the couch. I can't impose in your home and take your bed... Plus I'm short," she added with a slight smile.

He didn’t know what it was about what she proposed that made him feel uneasy. Was it that she would sleep on the couch, and he, a man, would be on a bed? Or was it that she would be closer to the door, and he hoped he’d be a buffer in case Sylas came storming in? Maybe it was both, but he looked at her and realized that she was probably going to insist and be stubborn. Why are women so stubborn? He grumbled his discontent, again, under his breath and flailed his arms in retreat of offering any form of protest. The woman is always right, and life was easier for a man that way.

"Okay, okay. But just so you know - I am keeping my door open. Rocco is just a pup, so don’t expect him to notice when something’s going on that isn’t normal. By the end of the day, if you really feel like you want the couch - then okay. But I’m going to insist again - just one more time, before bed," he forewarned her. Sure, he was an ass most of the time, but he wasn’t in the business of telling lies. She’d know the truth always, however irritating or unwanted they are.

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Sloane didn't dare unpack any of her things. She still felt like she was a burden and imposing. She figured it was only a matter of time before he got tired of her and kicked her out, then she'd have to find her own way. So, instead she kept her bags neat in a corner, out of the way. She spent the rest of the day playing with Rocco and trying to be out of the way as much as possible. At some point or another she dozed off, curled up in the corner of the couch.

Liam had taken to getting some strength training in with the adjustable dumbbell set he brought with him. While he tried to get through his workout, he realized that he was running on nothing. The pair forgot to go get breakfast, so he’d have to scrounge through the scant food collection he had. Which, if he were honest with himself, was tasteless and solely for maintaining his figure. He didn’t think Sloane would take to it. He’d have to steal things that she might eat from the cafeteria later.

He couldn’t keep going running on empty, so he just fell onto his bed and fell asleep. The cabin was quiet for most of the day, and Rocco was happy to cuddle up with Sloane. He woke up long before the announcement, however, to make some food.

She had no idea how long she managed to stay asleep. She might have remained there until the next morning if it weren't for some obnoxious announcement confirming a beach bonfire party that would start in an hour at sunset. Sloane rubbed her eyes with the sleeve of her cardigan, groaning softly as she stretched. She smiled as she woke to Rocco curled up in her lap in the little pocket her body made between her chest and thighs. She sniffed, catching scent of cooking food and stretched her neck to look over the back of the couch toward the smell.

Liam was in the kitchen wearing his best “Kiss the Chef” apron and in his lipstick print boxers. He’s a guy - what should she expect? He couldn’t change his life completely. He wasn’t going to ease her into an adjustment period. She’d know how he liked to roam, and was lucky that he thought to put on boxers at all. He was bopping around, cooking some oats on the stove and stirring in some brown sugar for taste. Not for him - he could eat them barely boiled and plain, but for the sake of not murdering Sloane’s taste buds while she stayed with him. There was fruit and bread, yogurt and some other things that it looked like he must have retrieved from the cafeteria sometime while she was sleeping. Thankfully, he took really good care of his body, which made him a great cook. She’d not be displeased with his food, and if she was, then he’d have to rethink his future in the restaurant business.

"Are you going to go?" She slowly sat up, crossed her arms against the back of the couch. Her chin rested on her hands as she made another comment. "I don't think I'll go, if you don't."

He turned to look over his shoulder. He was going to answer, but then she does that thing where she cuts him off before he can reply. Again. He stared at her expectantly, wondering when Sloane would allow him to speak before she goes on the defense.

Sloane stood up awkwardly, quickly trying to back track what she said. "I just mean I wouldn't feel safe. I don't expect you to be like next to me the whole time or anything." Her face scrunched up slightly as she turned her back to him and made her way to her things in the corner.

As she knelt down and began to sift through her bags, looking for something to wear that would still hide her bruises, Liam quickly interjects before she scampered off, "Yeah, I think we should go. It sounds like fun, and you need to start living your life. If you don’t like the crowd, we can steal a couple of beers and take a walk on the beach. If you’re into that sort of thing. Whatever you want, we can do it. I am not looking to get laid tonight anyway. I don’t think the girls here are going to be into an Ares child. You lot are too smart for that."

Sloane grabbed the first thing she found that would do the job. She looked back toward Liam briefly, nodding her head as she brushed her hair behind her ears in acknowledgement. Whatever she wanted? No one ever cared what she wanted. Sloane tried not to let her overthinking appear on her face as she made her way to the bathroom before she could stumble over her tongue more.

He watched her walk away because it was a good sight. Even better when she’s flustered. Can one blame him? He has been good about not doing it for a while. He smirked to himself and kept on cooking so that she had something to eat when she came out. A small gal like her needed food or she was going to take a sip of beer and fall over herself.

She didn't spend too terribly long getting ready. After all, who was she trying to impress? If anything, Sloane hoped she could go back to being fairly invisible and get through the night without issue. She did take a little bit of time doing her make up, doing her best to mask her split lip with red lipstick. But she didn't bother trying to do her hair, instead leaving it down and wavy like it had been for the remainder of the day.

Once she was finished, she emerged from the bathroom with her dirty clothes in her arms, held to her chest. Sloane lingered in the doorway to the living room, leaning against the door frame. "Do you think you could teach me self defense? I don't think I'll ever be a fighter..." She glanced down at her bare feet, before she pushed off the wall and headed over to her things. "But, it could be useful." Sloane folded the dirty clothes and placed them aside in their own neat pile so that she could clean them later.

Liam sat on one of two barstools at the counter to eat, and gestured over the pot of oats and various fruits he had spread out. She’d have to go into the fridge for milk or orange juice, or whatever she drank. He wasn’t sure so he had grabbed a bunch of crap. He was drinking water. He didn’t answer her right away, partly because he was chewing but mostly because he wanted to take a second to drink her figure in. Gods, she was beautiful, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it out loud. He looked back down at his bowl to shovel a few more bites into his mouth before he’d reply. "I thought about that already, and I was going to ask a bit later. A woman should be able to defend herself, and I will be glad to help train you as much as I can. Maybe I can have Trinity help you out, too. I’m not in the woman hitting business." Not that training against any Ares child was fair at all. He’d have to scope out the other demigods and see who he could recruit to help out.

He was finished eating, so he stood up and pulled off his apron to hang it up someplace. "Eat good because I don’t want to have to carry you back to the cabin after one beer." With that, he left to get into the shower. He threw on a casual outfit - a pair of loose sweats and a black t-shirt. It was hard for him to fit into suits and long sleeves unless he was made of money, which he was not.

Sloane made her way to the kitchen and made a plate of whatever Liam made. At this point she didn't care what it was. They had completely neglected to eat all day and the smell made her famished. She got herself a glass of water and yogurt, placing what she gathered on the counter before one of the stools. With the help of the little step on the stool she took a seat and wasted no time before digging in. Mid-bite, she shifted in her seat glance over her shoulder toward Liam when he exited his room. He wasn't particularly dressed for a party but neither was she to be honest. And someone of his stature probably has the worst luck shopping. Before he noticed, Sloane turned back to her meal, crossing her left leg over her right.

He looked down at Rocco, of whom came running up to him as soon as he stepped out of his room. He bent down and plucked the pup off the floor and rubbed his face against its face, and it probably looked ridiculous. Ridiculously cute. "You gotta stay here, buddy. I’ll put the TV on for you." He totally did - YouTube videos of barking dogs. That would keep Rocco entertained for hours. After checking its food and water, he was ready to head out. "Let’s get going, Sloane," he insisted while he walked toward the door.

She nodded her head as she took one last bite. Sloane then slid off the stool. Instead of heading straight to the door, she beelined for Rocco. She leaned down over the back of the couch to rub his ears and accepted a lick or two. She couldn't deny that seeing the way Liam was around the dog was heart warming. Not to mention she was already obsessed with the little guy. It made her envy anyone who got to grow up with a pet. She caught Liam watching her and instantly got awkward as she tended to do. "What? Can't I say bye too?"

Before they were about to exit, Sloane moved in front of Liam to stop him stepped out of the cabin. He peered down at her curiously. Did she change her mind? "Wait," she said as she held up her hands slightly. "I uh... My powers should have worn off by now. Which means you're susceptible to Sylas's... or Eve's influence." She sighed, her brows furrowing slightly as she tried to find the words. "I said I wouldn't use my abilities on you without your permission. And I won't."

This peering became, as it had so many times before, long and quiet. It seemed that something about this woman caused internal conflict that left him not knowing what to say or do. Was she implying that he might be dangerous? Was her brother that powerful? It didn’t matter because he didn’t know anything about any of this. There was no crash course about being a Demigod and all that it entailed. There was just being thrown into it, and just like she had to trust that he’d protect her, he had to trust that she would keep him from being the one that could be used against her in any way. He had to confess internally that even he would be at risk here, and even worse, a risk for others if he was going to be some weapon used in a vengeance scheme.

She glanced down slightly as she extended her right hand toward him, with her palm up. It was a silent offering. There wasn't much she was able to do to keep him safe, nothing remotely close to what he was doing for her. And Sloane knew what she was offering was a big pill to swallow. Liam didn't have to accept her offer. Maybe she was still strong enough to negate her brother's powers if he tried, but she couldn't be sure. But as she looked back up at him, she knew what she was asking. It was more than asking Liam to let her help him, but it was also a question of trust.

He didn’t think that she’d do anything to harm him, even with her unfamiliar power. So, he reached his own hand out and gently, for a big strong man, grasped her small fingers even softer. It was almost like he was hesitant to touch her, but not for the reasons that might go through her head. He could already feel himself taking to her, and that was a very dangerous game to play. He didn’t want to worsen it, but he did at the same time. Oh, the conflict. Given that he hadn’t felt it the last time, much less noticed at all, he braced himself against the simple skin-to-skin contact. Women always had such cool soft hands, and his was a stark contrast; a touch more than warm and roughly calloused. It was oddly pleasing to take the time to actually notice it.

Sloane's gaze fell to their hands as his palm fell into hers. The heat of his skin against hers was almost like sticking her hand in a hot bath, at first alarming then made her skin tingle. She took a slight step toward him and began to raise her other hand, but froze momentarily in a silent question as if to make sure it was ok. He could stop her. Contact through his hand should be enough, but it always seemed the more contact she had along with actually speaking the words out loud made the hold stronger. With his permission, she shifted to her tip toes as her other palm rested on his forehead.

Sloane swallowed as she held his gaze, before finally speaking. "Your mind is your own. No one can influence you. Your thoughts, actions and feelings are yours and yours alone." Each word she said she infused with her abilities. There could be no grey area, or loose ends that someone could manage to snake around. It came out forceful and powerful, such a stark comparison to her usually shy nature. But she made sure each word held, no matter what. Sloane was more powerful than Sylas but only when she put everything into what she did. This had to hold. The thought of what Sylas could do with an untethered Liam would frighten anyone. But the thought of seeing someone who helped her be molded like putty terrified her more.

She held her hands in place for a few moments longer before she let herself breath. Sloane stumbled backwards slightly when she lowered her hand and shifted back to flat feet. She grasped Liam's hand to keep herself steady, while her other hand held her head for a moment. Sloane didn't use her powers often if at all, but when she did everything went into it, which usually left her temporarily weak. "I'm ok," she said softly. "It just takes a lot. Fresh air will help." Her gaze fell to their hands and she quickly released her hold and took a deep breath. "That should keep you safe for the evening. But if someone like Eve or Sylas is around you and you feel like a weird... Tickling or scratchy feeling in the back of your neck, just let me know." Gods she hoped it would be enough. Luckily there was strength in numbers, right?

Liam felt that familiar sensation he did back then - like his mind was trying to tell him something without actually saying it. It was a strange sensation -to have this wall, and intuitive knowledge that stemmed from power. Honestly, it was hard to describe. There were hardly enough words to paint a picture of it. Regardless, he just nodded, stepped to her side and placed his palm at the small of her back - for leading, not to be all up in her personal space (but he did enjoy it). He’d lead them both out, shut the door, and the pair was off to the beach.

They’d arrive there in one piece, too.




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It seemed as though the moment Sylas arrived, the one girl he intended to sit next to stood up. "Oh, sure - I must be saving a whole table for my horde of friends. I am Liv, Miss Popularity, after all."

Sylas held up his hands in surrender. "Easy tiger. I was just wanting a place to sit and thought here would be better than sitting alone."

"If you don't mind, I have things to do, clothing to choose - and all that other fun stuff." Liv didn't wait for either them to say anything else before she headed for the door. Sylas took a step back out of the way to allow her to pass. Well she was just a big bag of anger and who knows what else. He made a mental note to tackle a conversation with her again in the future. It was always the emotional or temperamental ones that were the easiest to manipulate. But he couldn't very well tail after her with a bowl of cereal and fake apologies for interrupting.

"Hi there Sylas, my name is Penelope, but most call my Nelly. And as you can see it's just me here now and I wasn't waiting for anyone. I actually got in last night from another trip. Now I hope I am not being a bother here, but are you okay?"

The girl pointed his bruises after he spoke, causing Sylas to quirk a brow. He wasn't expecting her to be so direct. Although maybe he should have when he heard her excitement at the drama unfolding at camp. Maybe she was the type to thrive off of it. He had already committed to this table and he'd only appear rude if he decided to leave at that point. So, Sylas faked a smile and took up Liv's abandoned seat. He proceeded to eat some of his food before finally speaking up. "Oh, I'm peachy."

He grinned, the type of smile and sarcasm someone used when they were hiding something without a doubt. "You've come to camp at an interesting time," he added as he pointed at her with his spoon. "I'd say choose your friends wisely. And it's usually a safe bet to avoid familiarity with Ares kids... I'd hate to see that pretty face of yours at their mercy."

Sylas finished the last little bit of his food and moved to his feet. "Thanks for the company Nelly. You've been a delight. I do hope I'll see you at the party." He grabbed his dishes and flashed his present company a wink before he walked away. He made quick work of putting what remained from his breakfast in a bin or whatever was required. Sylas even risked a glance toward Evelyn with a sly smirk before he disappeared out the exit.

He caught a glimpse of Mason in the company of Trinity outside the hall. Sylas hadn't the faintest idea that they were friends, but they seemed as such at that moment. Some of the friendships at this camp were peculiar to say the least. He also saw blur of blonde hair in the distance which he could only assume was Eve, but he had no intention of approaching her. Part of him wished to know about the conversation taking place between Ajax and Andy, but they were well hidden away from everyone else. There was no chance of him getting anything done when they were so secluded. With a sigh, he decided to head back to his cabin and reserve his energy for the party later that day.

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He couldn't handle the state the cabin was in any longer. So, for the remaining part of the day Sylas cleaned up the mess the lumbering oaf made of the door and the living area. At one point he considered going into Sloane's room to see if anything needed to be picked up in there... and that's when he noticed it. Her room was picked bare. There was nothing left behind save for a few objects that he had given her at one point or another.

Whatever composure he might have left, vanished. And in the blink of an eye he was unhinged. At some point he blacked out... Sylas was unsure how much time passed. Eventually he came to, sitting in the middle of a destroyed bedroom that used to be Sloane's. For years, their relationship had been what it was. She feared him, resented him... but listened. Obeyed. Then this fucking Liam, big fucking idiot, waddles his way into camp and everything flipped on its head.

Sylas took a deep breath before he got up and exited his room. And rather than deal with his demons or the destruction of what he had come accustomed to as his life, he locked the door to Sloane's room and erased it from his mind. With a sigh, he got himself into the shower, relying on the hot water to help wash away whatever feelings he was having. It didn't take him long to finish getting ready and make his way to the beach. He contemplated diverting to Evelyn's cabin, or maybe even someone else's. But he didn't care about arriving with a date or not, he had enough fun plans to keep the entertainment thriving.

He was one of the first people there, not that he minded. Sylas was always the punctual type. He made his way over to the refreshments and grabbed himself a beer. For what he had in mind, he needed a bottle. So, bottoms up. He was about halfway into his drink when a particular redhead arrived at the party. Sylas couldn't help but smirk as he made his way over to her, tipping his bottle in her direction. "Looking lovely as ever." He leaned down and gave her a flirty kiss upon her cheek. After all, why not.

"I have a favor to ask of you, my dear," he said as he pointed his index finger at her. Sylas raised his beer to his lips and downed the remaining contents. He then held out the newly emptied bottle toward her. "Would you be able to charm this?" He asked as he wiggled the fingers of his free hand near the object. "I was thinking a game would be far more interesting if it landed on the person you really wanted it to... Unless, that's tiptoeing too close to the dark side for you." Sylas raised a brow in a silent challenge.

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Sylas was quick on the uptake and replied to her question.

"Oh, I'm peachy."

That obviously was a lie, considering the smile he gave when replying. Oh, well, she'd find out sooner or later. It wouldn't surprise her if he got into trouble and got beaten up for it. Sylas warned her about the Ares kids and about picking her friends wisely. There was a hidden meaning in that. Why the children of Ares in particular? Was one of them responsible for what happened to Sylas? It wouldn't put it past them. Trinity had been told to break Eve's arm if she misbehaved not too long ago and the blonde would have done it. She didn't remember Ares's son name, but she remembered he was a very huge man.

"Thanks for the warning. I like my face as it is."

Soon she finished her breakfast and Sylas took his leave of her, saying he hoped to see her at the party. She waved goodbye too. He was interesting, but she would still be wary of him.

After breakfast, Nelly spent her time exploring the camp and taking a lot of pictures. At one point she also made it a point to exercise at a training facility at the camp. By the time she was done with that, she had enough time to eat an early dinner, take a shower, and get ready for the party. She had been to different types of social events in her life, but none of them had been beach parties. She didn't have a traditional life by any means, which included a regular teen life. Keeping with the 'beach theme' though, she changed into something fun. She thought about taking her 'good camera' since it could take pictures in the dark, but seeing how this would be a party setting and it was a big camera, she decided not to bring it this time. Tonight was a night of getting to know people and having fun.

Exiting her cabin, she walked towards the beach and soon came upon the party. There were people already here. Soon she saw someone she had been wanting to apologize to, Andy. She came up to her with a cordial smile.

"Hey. My name is Penelope, but you can call me Nelly. Um . . I am sorry if what I said earlier this morning hurt your feelings. I am known to say what I am thinking and it's gotten me into plenty of trouble. Just know that whatever my actions are in the future, I would never intentionally hurt anyone. So yeah sorry."

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Both Ethan and Heath were able to get plenty of work done that day. Each spent their own time working on projects. They did take breaks though to get outside and jog a bit some time after lunch. Neither of them had seen Iliana almost all day. She did text them to let them know she was okay though. Iliana herself been exploring the forest area mostly, all the while keeping an eye out for other campers. At one point she ended up close that damaged cabin again and had felt such rage coming from it, even from a distance. It scared her so much she ran for the trees again. She sat behind a tree and rocked herself back and forth. Suddenly a figure came out of the tree itself and hugged Iliana. This startled Iliana but she settled down quickly realizing what it was. A tree dryad. Her mother told her a number of them had decided to stay at the camp for lookout reasons. Iliana let the dryad comfort her and soon fell asleep. She woke up and checked the time from her cell phone and this was when she texted her brother and Ethan. Seeing how late in the day it was she figured it was almost time for that party. She had no plans for 'dressing up', but she figured she'd better get something else to write on. She had a tablet to write on when it got darker. Decision made, she got up and headed out of the forest area, only to see someone coming out of that damaged cabin. Even from a distance she knew this wasn't one of the two people she saw earlier. Coming up closer and softly, she was close enough to make out it was Sylas. Was he the one she felt earlier that was raging? He didn't seem mad now. She was too far away to make out his emotions and she didn't want to risk getting any closer. She waited until he was out of her eyesight before rushing in the opposite direction, taking another route to her own cabin.

Ethan and Heath had just changed when Iliana came through the door. She was out of breath and both guys took note of that.

"Did something happen Iliana?" Heath asked her.

Once Iliana got her breath, she quickly wrote down all she saw after breakfast.

After reading what Iliana wrote, Heath asked, "Did you happen to get a good look at the two campers that came out of the cabin?"

~Unfortunately no, but I do remember them being male and female. The male was muscular and the female had dark hair. Um, can I take a shower really quick?~

Heath nodded and Iliana left the room to take a quick shower and get changed.

"I don't know about you, but this situation has me confused," Ethan commented.

Heath was trying to piece things together himself. If Sylas had been furious, there had to be a reason for it. Nothing ever happened without a cause. It might have something to do with the pair that Iliana saw earlier. And one of them had been a muscular male. Didn't Sylas have bruises on him this morning? Did they male have something to do with that? Iliana had been fortunate to not have been noticed by Sylas this afternoon, but the same couldn't be said for that couple. He would keep an eye out for two people that fit those descriptions.

"I am thinking that this muscular guy had something to do with the state of that cabin and Sylas's bruises. Now was for why Sylas would throw a fit, it could be a number of reasons. One thing is for sure, that man is dangerous as well as whoever damaged his cabin. We best keep an eye on Iliana too because she doesn't know if that one pair saw her."

"Right. Aw, there she is. I see you used that 'wind' technique to dry your hair, Lia," Ethan remarked as Iliana came back into the room, dressed and hair dried.

Iliana hated hair dryers and would normally let her hair dry naturally, but the only time she willing used her wind ability was to allow a little draft come through the window and it would dry her hair that way. She only used this when she was in a hurry though. Iliana nodded in response to Ethan's comment and grabbed a tablet.

"Lia, I want you to have fun, but let's be watchful and careful too okay?"

Iliana nodded and the trio left for the beach. By the time they arrived, others were there. They saw a redhead greet Andy, along with Sylas interacting with Evelyn. And Mason was with someone too. They had to do a double take. Heath himself looked very perplexed. Was that Keith? It looked like him, but by his mannerisms, he was acting totally different. Wanting to understand who this person was, Heath, followed by Iliana, approached the two.

"Good evening, um, Keith? Did something happen to you? You look different," Heath asked, coming straight to the point.

Iliana watched her brother. She never seen him look so baffled in her life and wanted to see if he would be okay.

Ethan had decided to mingle with others. He soon spotted Cherise with another camper. They looked to be close friends. Deciding to greet them, he headed over.

"Evening. Cherise right? I don't think I've properly introduce myself yet. My name is Ethan, and I am friends of Iliana and Heath. I was studying abroad in Scotland and that's how I met the two since I was staying with Heath. Who's your friend?"

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