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Trinity Wallace

The Fiery Heart

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

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“Your greatest friend or your greatest foe. You choose.”
I Am




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N a m e
Trinity Tamara Wallace

N i c k n a m e s
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A g e
19

G e n d e r
Female

S e x u a l i t y
Heterosexual

E t h n i c i t y
Australian & Greek

H o m e t o w n
Gold Coast, Queensland

S p e c i e s
Demigod



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“You can call me cute at your own expense.”
Hit Me Like A Man



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H e i g h t
5'5

W e i g h t
128lb

H a i r
Blonde

E y e s
Blue

M a r k i n g s
Trinity loves to throw her body into battle, as such she has obtained multiple scars. Her body is an art of battles but you should see the other guys.

A p p e a r a n c e
Trinity has a smoldering intensity to her, her toned body and defined muscles always tense, expecting and aching for a fight. Her eyes meanwhile behold a fierce flare behind the dark blue irises she possesses. Even when she smiles and feels relaxed, her eyes still spark and are fueled with an insatiable fire. However, her long blonde hair, subtle natural tan, polished whites, and passionate blue eyes are not so repelling for a daughter of the God of War. She looks much more approachable and innocent at the surface, one may not think she was Ares daughter...if it weren't for her character.




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“Nobody wants to spar with little ol' me?...Really!?”
Must Be Nice



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P O W E R S

S u p e r i o rx C o n d i t i o n // x Strength, speed, stamina, endurance, you name it, this little lady's got it packed under her form in peak condition.
H i g hx P a i n x T o l e r a n c e // x Trinity can withstand what she dishes. And if you can make her hurt, she's already in love.
W e a p o n x C o n j u r a t i o n // x Trinity can summon weapons in her hand. This mixed with her bloodlust can be dangerous.
N e g a t i v ex E m o t i o n x M a n i p u l a t i o n // x Trinity can inflict rage, though it's not a power she plays around with much. It has been said to be strong enough to plant the seeds of war.



P R O F I C I E N C I E S

C o m b a tx // x Trinity is an expert combatant. She knows multiple fighting styles and executes them flawlessly.
W i l l f u lx // x Some call it stubborness, persistence, ego, but Trinity is pretty strong mentally too. In a lose, try again, fights not over until she's dead way and I'm going to do what I want to do.
M o t i v a t e dx // x Trinity is the furthest thing from lazy and unmotivated. She gets up in the morning and commits to whatever the task. Mostly.



W E A K N E S S E S

P r i d ex // x Trinity takes a great amount of pride in who she is and Ares. To turn down a challenge or be spoken about poorly and do nothing is cowardice. A blow to her pride can have her in the stickiest situations.
A n g e rx // x It's always just one layer underneath.
E m o t i o n a lx R e c o g n i t i o nx // x She can see it in other people, but never herself. She identifies with anger and understands anger, but jealousy and sadness are foreign to her. Trinity doesn't understand why she feels certain ways.



F E A R S

E l e v a t o r sx // x "Har-har! How would you like being stuck in a big metal box that you don't have control over?" Something about them hasn't quite sat right with her. Ever.
L o s i n gxLovedxO n e sx // x Trinity would be at a loss without her loved ones breathing. She knows she'd go down swinging and with a hell of a fight but others...
P a r a l y s i sx // x To be rendered helpless or just not be able to move as she likes...it's a terrifying concept.




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“You'll get used to it. Probably.”
You Can't Take Me



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Trinity is a highly competitive and energetic young woman. Not only with fights and spars, though she has an unhealthy love for them, but any challenge proposed and present. She just can't help herself, and the joy that may be accompanied in proving people wrong, which is quite the easy task as Ares' daughter with such a deceiving petite appearance. It's a kick she never gets sick of. Trinity is also, unsurprisingly prideful in herself, family and friends, so it is unlikely for her to refuse challenge or turn a blind eye to anything remotely insulting or degrading spoken of her or her loved ones. To be protective and fiercely loyal has always ran thick in her blood. But it's not just pride, it's about seizing opportunity, otherwise conforming to the fear of loss or failure and regret.

While she wants to argue she's not a "bloodhound", she can't, because she is. She lives for the thrill of battle, she has bloodlust in battle aiming to kill or brutalize, she sees people and she wonders how they'd handle in battle or how their abilities could be used in battle. Unfortunately, she is war orientated, it's just the reality. However violent she may be, you'll find she's a bit quirky too and has lots of enthusiasm to share and gets a bit animated on a range of topics.

Part of the quirkiness accounts towards never really having much friends on the playground so it's like the social aspect has been suppressed. It's easy to look at her as a blonde little monster or total tom boy but she believes a balance would be optimal. The balance of being half treated like a girl as well as a warrior. Of course this is something she'd never admit, in fear of perception of her being shifted completely. Admittedly, some of that fault lays with her since she wouldn't know flirting if it stared right at her, touched her arm and winked, and is unable to receive compliments well unless about her impeccable fighting skill. Along with some additional social oddities.

She's definitely somebody that keeps another person on their toes and loves a little tease and banter. As long as it's kept in light heart, you'll see she's not always hyper intense but quite playful.





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“I swear I can play gentle.”
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H I S T O R Y


You could probably imagine the firecracker Trinity was from a young age. She had barbies like a normal girl but she used to make them fight and imitate wrestling moves and more often than not they would break and lose their plastic heads. And when her mum's personal trainer used to act out wrestling moves with her, throwing her around and dumping her on the couch, she absolutely loved it. There was no better excitement or louder giggly screech when she was a child. Then school happened and people were less endeared by how she played. Cops and Robbers would end in bruises and British Bulldog would end in tears. Trinity wasn't sure where it went wrong though, she wasn't a bully, just playing like the rest of them. Eventually, it got to that stage of calling her parents and that led to an intervention revealing the truth.

Ares visited Katrina and Trinity time-to-time, posing as a personal trainer primarily to make sure they were both in the shape he envisioned and fit enough to manage themselves in fights. Even with the one night stand and offspring complete, he still perceived them as his girls at risk of ruining his reputation. If they had become anything less: sluggish, lazy, unable to fight and defend themselves, Ares would probably send intruders to demonstrate their peak performance and the worth of his services. So, Ares was thorough they stayed in shape and strong willed and they always were. Needless to say, the posing as a PT who had laid with her mother and created Trinity was filled with tension, especially with Brian around but then for her brother Sam to even catch a whiff of the tension in the air. As years progressed, however Ares lessened his visits.

The next she saw of him was when she was 15 and Ares brought her to camp prematurely, because the sooner the better in his eyes, and she'd be better to test her true might with people that were and are, a little more sturdy. For years she's been attending the hazardous eventful camp and she's grown attached to it in a way. But she always juggled family as well and tried the likes of high school, although sitting in a classroom listening to math and literature explained couldn't grab her attention and her grades reflected that.


Last year the war came. Many lives were lost, a few people left camp and that was her first real war. But she still measured the success by defeating the enemies and the survivor's perseverance. She is probably the least haunted by the events of the war. Not to say it came without stress, because it was highly stressful and somebody she cared about lost a limb he didn't have to lose, and she lost a friend but.. Trinity looks forward. That's the consequence and reality of war.





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Trinity Wallace's Story

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Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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When his words revealed he was alone, traces of playfulness, taunting, all of it dissipated. A valuable little slice of information but also...sad. Independence was fine but to be truly alone was a great pity and morphed a person. Evelyn didn't want to offer too much sympathy, nor appear too off-guard and there were still many things to learn, so she found her ability to press on until they resumed their usual way.

She stiffened and barely masked a gasp of surprise as Sylas appeared behind her soundless. His chest touched her back and fingers slid to her hips. “You want a confession?”

She didn't reply, only remained frozen in place, somewhere torn between anxious and excited about what would follow. He knew what she wanted. One of his hands travelled up her arm to the cup the side of her neck. She swallowed a newfound lump in her throat and for a second, she closed her eyes almost surrendering to his touch. “I'm dangerous. And you should stay far from me.”

Her brows drew together and she forced herself to stop melting into him. She didn't try to escape his hold or the non-existent space between them. It wasn't a shocking revelation as such. Somewhere she knew Sylas's potential was always dangerous but the fact he had to give her that reminder proved how over her head she was. “I know,” she whispered, more to herself than him. She should have run for the hills. Let him find some other person to seduce and allure.

He gently turned her around and Evelyn met his eyes straight away. “When I'm around you, I lose reason... Your presence is intoxicating.”

It was hard to look somewhere else within reason, but that didn't stop Evelyn from turning her head away. She needed to slip away or at least into the public eye again where she could find her own reason and sense. Fine, a confession for a confession and she'd hate herself later for it. “I'm uninhibited around you. It's thrilling and I feel insatiable and vigorous.” Altogether he was an addictive and intoxicating blend himself and part of that were due to the darkness and danger he posed.

She found the courage to gaze up at him again. “You’re forbidden desires wrapped in one package. I should stay away....I should,” she whispered. Yet, one arm slid to the back of his neck and her fingers played through his hair. Evelyn raised to her tiptoes while pulling him towards her slightly. Don't! The sharp order from the rational part of her brain caused her to pause painfully close to getting what she wanted. Evelyn sighed out and shrank back down to original height, replacing her hand to lightly press on his chest, asking for space.

“Let me summarise this. You so charmingly implied you may want me to stay, but you admit you are dangerous, and I should do the exact opposite. You can see how that's rather cruel of you.” Not to mention him trapping her between his body and the counter didn't leave her much room to escape. What they wanted and what was best for her were two very different things, but it was on her to look after her own welfare.

She looked him over, her eyes all but devouring him. “You are wickedly tempting. But you already know that don’t you?” she arched a brow and smirked slightly. “Now, unless you plan on keeping us cooped up all day, I’m going to go fulfil other basic needs. And you should put on some clothes before there’s a chance of burning more daylight.” Once was enough, there was a whole expression about being fooled twice. Evelyn brushed by him letting her palm drift along his stomach as she passed. A little last touch for the devil in her.

Finally, she reached the door where safety was on the other side.“Thank you again for...everything.” A degree of power may have been forfeited to him during their time, but it didn't make it any less good for her to unwind. Plus, she obtained his warning and admittance that he's alone.

Evelyn opened the door enough for her frame to get by. “I'll see you around, Sylas.” She smiled at him over her shoulder and closed the door behind herself. The camp was large but there was no denying the likelihood of other encounters. Even when she wisened up and tried to avoid him.

Once outside, alleviation came. Along with some sense knocked into her harder than she'd like. Evelyn peeled off her cardigan to relieve her of the temperature and nerves that had kept climbing in the son of Eris presence. She knew Sylas was bad news. It's not like she fully fell for the belief that he was harmless and now there was no room for delusion. She sighed out and rubbed her neck. “Idiot,” she muttered.

Almost absently, Evelyn was able to travel to the hall, make herself a single slice of toast and sink into a chair. Beyond that she didn't touch her food, only stared off vacantly.



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Trinity jumped a little when of all things a kiss was placed on her head, mid-training. She watched Wes for a moment or two then decided to join him since Liam tag-teamed in. She had a thought to ask what Alex wanted but she knew how it’d come out…all accusing and nosey. She sighed out instead watching her brother interact and train with Sloane. “Isn’t this nice? Demigods training to fight and defend themselves with powers.” No doubt he got the hint she was dropping, subtle as ever. She turned to him, grabbing his hand tightly. “Lie to me at least and tell me you’ll use your abilities on threats.” She was begging him beyond what he could comprehend. If Sloane could make people battle and fight for her then that meant her counterpart could do it too. She wanted Wes to be predator before he became prey and if he only used his abilities she wouldn't have to worry about him. He could get away from situations unscathed. His application could be amazing.

As usual, Trinity was the one that couldn’t let it go. But not in her usual pestering way. “Since we’re here how about you teach me something. Anything,” she said looking him over and smiled. Since they were so opposite, he must have had something worthy of note. Some nifty talent to share. An aspect of combat to consider or something non-combat-related. Trinity was open to most experiences.

“You could probably teach Sloane a thing or two. Liam reckons she needs confidence and I feel like you'd be good at drawing that out of her.” Whether it was through conversation or quickly learning her area of strength. Wesley was good at people. Though paying a glance back at the training pair, she became glued to the scene and slightly worried. Initially about her brother’s methods and the anger exuding from him, him going too far but if Sloane felt threatened and pissed and could mind warp him…or even hit him… Part of it would be comical to see but how Liam responded was anyone’s bet. She couldn’t interfere preemptively though, only trust him for now and wait for things to unfold.

Then the girly thoughts entered. Sloane literally told Trinity she trusted him - and yes Trinity got her brother's angle, they needed to see something more from Sloane, no more pulling back and timidness - evidence that she would defend herself as seen fit. But when a man of his stature was looming over her and turning into rage, and counted as a friend over foe... That trust just might be put into question. Sylas hits her, she gets fearful, and Liam now looks like he could finish her with a simple swat. She felt for the girl but knew this extra push might be for her own good.

Trinity pulled their joined hands onto her lap, looking for a mild distraction. She cleared her throat. “You know your other friend suggested I help her with her own emotions? Umm, Iliana. I think you should start offering your service as a counsellor or trainer so people know you're the productive one.” Because the daughter of Ares sure as hell wasn't the best choice for these kinds of scenarios.

There was no dodging the real anxiety in front of them however and she couldn't have been the only uneasy one. “What do you think of this? Who are you taking if things go south?” She nodded towards Liam and Sloane. Because while it wasn't ideal, she may have to follow big brother's footsteps on this one to get something out of Wes.

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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: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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Wes wasn't sitting alone for long before Trinity passed Sloane off to Liam and decided to sit beside him. "Isn’t this nice? Demigods training to fight and defend themselves with powers."

He let out a soft sigh, with an eye roll, even though he still had a smile on his face. "You know, you're not subtle."

Trinity didn't seem to be letting the conversation end there. She turned around and took ahold of his hand, gripping it tightly. "Lie to me at least and tell me you’ll use your abilities on threats."

He knew she was just worried about his well being in the face of imminent danger. The last time they were in a battle for their lives he lost an arm, and he could tell she was worried he'd lose more... like his life. "I used them during capture the flag on that hellhound didn't I?" It wasn't the answer she was looking for, but it was something. He recalled using his abilities during the last battle as well. Although not much. Trin wanted him to be a warrior... but he just wasn't.

"Since we’re here how about you teach me something. Anything," she said with a smile.

Wes sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Being put on the spot and told to teach someone something is like being asked to tell someone about yourself. Where the hell do you start? It usually just leaves the person blank with no idea what to say. And that's where he was. "Hell, I have no idea. I could teach you how to introduce yourself in French. But it's nothing spectacular or helpful."

"You could probably teach Sloane a thing or two. Liam reckons she needs confidence and I feel like you'd be good at drawing that out of her." Jesus she was determined that day. It wasn't a new conversation. Hell, Trin has been trying to convince Wes to use his powers for over a year now. He admired her determination, but he didn't like messing with people's free will. He wasn't gifted with the ability to manipulate water or fire... but people. And that didn't sit right with him.

"Liam doesn't know the first thing about reading people." Wes laughed weakly. "I don't think her confidence is the problem... She's scared. I can feel it when I'm around her." He shrugged his shoulders slightly.

For a long moment, Trinity's gaze shifted to the training. Wes on the other hand was trying not the pay attention to it, but as he heard the harsh words Liam said toward Sloane, he winced. There was nothing more frustrating then people trying to force you to fight back. He knew that struggle all to well. The blonde beside him often trying to insight that in him. But Liam was making it personal. He supposedly cared for this girl, from what Wes could tell, yet the way he spoke to her. The idiot might have gone three steps forward defending Sloane from her brother, but talking to a women you care about like that would send him four steps back. It wasn't a pretty sight.

Trinity took their joined hands and brought them into her lap. But it was when she cleared her throat that he looked over at her. "You know your other friend suggested I help her with her own emotions? Umm, Iliana. I think you should start offering your service as a counsellor or trainer so people know you're the productive one."

"I don't know if I'm the one people should look to for guidance when it comes to controlling their emotions. Sure, I can tell people how to talk to a girl... or not too, in Liam's case. But, I don't have control over my emotions. Maybe hide them better than some on occasion. But... I don't know if it's possible to control emotions. Powers aside. We feel what we feel. Good or bad."

But the topic didn't keep their attention for long. They were both looking back to the training in front of them. It was uncomfortable. "What do you think of this? Who are you taking if things go south?"

Wes sighed. "I think your brother doesn't have a clue how to talk to women." Wes laughed slightly, but it was a serious conversation. If this went south quickly, they'd both have to be ready to act. "Liam, probably. He's stronger than me, but if I could get a hand on him I could calm him down."




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Sylas watched as Evelyn struggled between him and the counter. Not to break free, but it was like she was trying with everything in her power not to look at him. "I'm uninhibited around you. It's thrilling and I feel insatiable and vigorous." He liked the sound of that. It nearly made him smirk, before he caught himself. There was a 'but' coming. There always was. "You’re forbidden desires wrapped in one package. I should stay away....I should."

Her words said she should. Yet, her hand found its way to the back of his neck, playing with his hair. Evelyn shifted up to her tiptoes, bringing her closer while she pulled him down toward her slightly. But then she froze. "You should," he said quietly in agreement as his hands fell from her sides.

Evelyn's hands still rested on his chest, but not in an affectionate way, instead requiring space. Sylas didn't argue and took a step back. "Let me summarise this. You so charmingly implied you may want me to stay, but you admit you are dangerous, and I should do the exact opposite. You can see how that's rather cruel of you."

"Yes. It is," he agreed as he looked down at her. She was not wrong and in this brief moment of truth, he would not argue it.

"You are wickedly tempting. But you already know that don’t you?" And then she smirked, raising a brow.

Sylas couldn't help but chuckle softly. "I've heard rumor."

"Now, unless you plan on keeping us cooped up all day, I’m going to go fulfill other basic needs. And you should put on some clothes before there’s a chance of burning more daylight."

He would have been happy spending the entire day in bed, but he wouldn't argue. Sylas stepped aside and let her pass, although he smirked, just slightly, at her hand that lingered upon his stomach. He watched her head toward the door, but didn't follow.

Evelyn stopped just before she exited and looked back to him. "Thank you again for...everything."

Sylas nodded his head as he lightly crossed his arms over his chest. "Any time." And he meant it.

Once she opened the door, Evelyn said her fair wells and closed the door behind her, leaving Sylas standing half naked, staring at the exit. He waited there for a moment or two longer, in case she changed her mind and came back in. But when he realized she wasn't returning, he sighed and finally decided to move. He made his way back to his bedroom where he let his gaze linger on the disheveled bed for a moment, before he stripped out of his clothing and wondered into the shower.




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Sloane stood there, like a spectacle, waiting as Liam slowly made his way over to her. She didn't like being the center of attention. And with him standing before her like an oppressive giant, she found herself feeling smaller than she has before. He didn't say anything. So, she neither did she.

Then it seemed like everything got quieter. Liam began to breathe heavily as the air around him grew heavy. It was like all the hairs on the back of her neck raised and a cold chill ran down her back. But Sloane's gaze couldn't leave Liam. She just stood there in silence and watched him change before her. He was panting, his chest raising and falling with labored breaths. The veins protruded from his arms and neck.

It was a strong wave that slammed into her like a tsunami. It made her want to retreat. And she thought about it until Liam spoke. "Don't run," he said almost robotically.

Sloane could feel his tendrils trying to worm their way into her mind. Maybe if her constitution was weaker. If she couldn't control emotions or manipulate others with her powers it might have effected her more. Perhaps even caused memories and visions of the past to flood into her mind. It was like something inside her was scratching at the walls, trying to get out. It was fighting to make her scared or angry, perhaps both. It was a strong sensation. Her breathing grew heavier as she tried to keep it at bay and remain calm.

"Look at yourself," he demanded of her. Liam's voice was cold and harsh. The words were sharp enough to make her double take and snap out of whatever magical hold he had on her. "Look at all the ways you've made yourself a victim. You. Not your brother, not me. You make yourself weak. No one else can do that for you. Who are you, Sloane? Is this the real you? Is this how you're going to live the rest of your life?"

It wasn't the air the spun around them that churned her stomach. It was his words. Sloane's nostrils flared as she clenched her jaw. Her gaze drifted over to a spot on the floor as she tried to remain calm. Why did it always seem that someone like Liam could do the right thing one moment, and negate it all with thoughtless words that flood out of his mouth like poison the next. It was like one moment, he wanted her there and to help. Then the next he saw her as a sheepish burden. Some damsel that needed saving and no idea what she had gotten herself into.

She had enough.

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" Her voice wasn't quiet and timid, but forceful and demanded to be heard. Sloane shoved her hands into Liam's chest, and while that normally wouldn't have made him budge, the powers in her demanded he stumble back when she pushed him. "I didn't make myself the victim. You did!" She shoved him again. Her abilities only getting more powerful, forcing him to stumble back again.

"I had everything under control before you came around and made it your problem!" She pushed him again. To those who watched it must have been strange seeing someone so small knock Liam back with every push. "I knew how he was! And rather than letting him take his sickness out on others, I let him take out his anger on me! Letting him hurt me, kept everyone else safe. But you didn't see that. You didn't ask about my side of the story."

Sloane took a step toward him and jabbed his chest with her index finger. "I wasn't scared until you came crashing into my life!" The poke wasn't intended to make him stumble back, but her powers were already coursing through her and it wasn't going to calm down anytime soon. "Because now, I don't have it under control. It isn't about me anymore. You brought yourself into this mess... Along with your sister, Wes, even Andy. Every single person you've opened your big mouth too is now in danger because you put your nose somewhere it didn't belong."

She looked like she was on the edge of tears. Not sadness, but angry tears. "I bore his anger so no one else would have to!" This time when she pushed him, all that pent up anger and the powers that tingled at her fingertips transferred over to Liam, telling him to stumble backwards until he falls upon the ground. Sloane moved to stand over him. "I am not a victim. And I'm am not weak."

After a second or two of looking down at him, Sloane stepped over Liam and walked for the edge of the woods. "Don't follow me," she said back toward him before she disappeared into the trees. She had no destination in sight, just the desire to get away. She felt like she was suffocating when she was around him, and with every step away she took it was like she could finally breathe.

This was one of those moments Sloane wished she had her own cabin. Not Sylas's and not Liam's. Somewhere she could go that was hers, where she could be alone. Instead, she continued to walk through the woods, going wherever her feet lead her. After a couple minutes of walking, the dirt beneath her shoes turned to sand and she stepped out onto the beach. When that ocean breeze hit her, she was overwhelmed with all the stirring emotions and just stumbled to her hands and knees.

She remained like that until she managed to catch her breath. Once she did, Sloane let herself shift back until she was kneeling, her weight resting back on her shins and feet. As she ran her hands back through her hair, she noticed far on the other end of the beach were two others. She was too far away to tell who they were and hopefully, that was far enough for them to leave her alone. Sloane slowly moved her feet out from under her and laid back in the warm sand.




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"Sure." As Mason approached, Andy tried her best to move her hair out of the way. She stood as still as she could manage as he untied the strings of the gown. At one point his breath brushed her shoulder sending a chill down her spine. It made her nervous how close he stood. Not in a bad way, but it was different than all the other times they stood close before.

"Did...I...." Mason begin to say. She slowly looked back over her shoulder at him, being sure to hold the gown against her chest. Andy waited, patiently, to hear what he was going to ask. But he said nothing. She sighed softly as she turned back around, leaving her back to Mason. She set down the gown on an empty chair, then carefully slipped into a zip up hoodie. It was the easiest thing she could manage to put on.

"I've never seen you fight like that before," he said instead.

Andy sighed softly before she sat back down on the hospital bed, even managing to cross her legs under her Indian style. "She blames me for breaking her brother's heart. Like our relationship failed because of me, and Ajax had no part in it." She gave a small shrug. The best she could manage. "And I was tired of her blaming you... for everything, while no one ever holds her accountable for her actions." She slowly looked up to meet his gaze. "So... I did."

She rubbed her side and laughed weakly. "I'm not scared of Alex. I might not be able to control lightning, but I'm just as powerful as her, in ways that she couldn't imagine." Andy looked down at the blankets beneath her. Her fingers idly picking at the threads. "But I fight fair... And she doesn't. She shook her head with a defeated smile. "I should have broken her arm when I had the chance." Not that she would have. It might have felt good. But she was more proud of herself for being the bigger person and walking away. Even if it ended badly.

"We never really got to talk much after that whole bullsh-...the trial. After Alex's trial. What I said to you was crap. I'm sorry I said what I said and how I spoke to you. I meant the whole Jennova and looking into your memories thing but... With Hades gone, that leaves....a big role to fill. I'm not going now - especially not now but someday..."

Mason seemed to be at a loss for words, something Andy wasn't used to seeing. But she remained silent and waited for him to continue. "I know Hecate lives there too and she can manage things for a while but she doesn't deserve the duty to be thrown on her eternity. She didn't do anything wrong. I was thinking we could try make a device. Something that lets me travel freely between the Underworld and here because...I don't want to be there forever. Every second of every day and Gods are Gods. For all I know Zeus could seal me in there or Hades as some last trap sprung on me."

Her heart sank as he continued. She didn't like the thought of him leaving... again. Andy relied so heavily on Mason, probably too much. He was a rock in her life that she needed and the thought of him being out of reach saddened her. But she understood why he had to do it. Luckily, Hades wouldn't be there.

"Sorry. I know you have your own stuff to deal with. Just...wanted to come clean and wonder if that's something you'd be comfortable with doing when you've regained your strength."

"Don't apologize. I'm glad you told me. And you know I'd be happy to help you however I can." Andy's brows furrowed as she pondered the request. Instantly, a couple ideas came to mind. "We could always make some kind of beacon... A stationary object that you can travel to. Or, perhaps, items kind of like walkie talkies. They could allow travel between the two. So, the carriers could travel between the two with ease. Someone could travel to the Underworld to see you, or you could leave to go to them."

Andy didn't try to assume that Mason would want her to carry the other one. Perhaps he'd give it to Eve, or leave it somewhere hidden. But it was an option. And part of her liked the possibility of being able to travel to the Underworld to see him rather that waiting an indefinite amount of time for him to come see her.

"And for the record, I forgive you... for what you said before the trial. I..." Andy's voice trailed off as she tried to find the words. As she sat there her gaze fell to her hands. "I had no right to be jealous of Eve and lash out at you for it. It was selfish and rude."

She exhaled softly as she brushed loose hairs behind her ear. "I grew used to you being just mine. And... I don't like Eve, I don't. But, I had no right to get mad about it. Especially when you've watched me with Ajax for so long. I think... I think it made me realize how unhappy I was and I took it out on you when it isn't your fault. I haven't been fair to you." Andy inhaled sharply but couldn't look up. "If she makes you happy, then I won't make you choose between her and me."

It wasn't easy for her to say. Even as the word's left her lips, Andy's stomach churned at the thought. But she didn't have any right to be jealous over whomever Mason wanted. He wasn't hers. While the thought of it sat uneasily, in the end, she just wanted to see him happy. She couldn't recall the last time he seemed genuinely content. "I just want you to find happiness."

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Liam could tell quite quickly that his power was not behaving in that it should. Of course, he did not have a deep understanding of Sloane's abilities and how they might affect his own. Naturally. It was really his hapless luck, and he was going to be very sorry for it later. There was nothing he could do about it now, though. The words had already viciously departed, and they had been cruelly indiscriminate in choosing Sloane as their target. The deafening silence was thicker in the air than that of his power.

Until that once soft timbre of a voice had commanded his attentiveness, "You have no idea what you're talking about!" She'd be right. Now, he didn't know what he was talking about. Probably. He truly thought he had, but Liam's mind has always been a one-way track regarding this or that. Before a reply could leave his lips, petite palms pressed against the thick sinew of his chest and slender fingers emit a power that weaves powerfully into his mind. It was like a whisper, maybe. He could never be too sure, only that he could hear it in some odd way.

He stumbled back, and his expression bore a great amount of confusion. He felt no pain, no physical strength coming from the woman, but he still stumbled. "I didn't make myself the victim. You did!" He looked down at her and blinked, only to be shoved again.

And then again. And again. Her words reached his ears and he listened. Liam listened to the blame that she cast upon him for interfering - for doing what had only made sense to him. Nothing that she spoke made any sense to him because it was not the way he lived his life. Sloane was different, obviously, but she was... pathetic sounding. One might think that he should get pissed off or embarrassed that this small woman is pushing this bigger man around, but he wasn't upset about that. He's pissed off that the one good thing he's really done for someone is blowing up in his face.

Not this, of course - the Sylas incident. This was a bad idea. A really, really bad one because now they were just being cruel to each other. His words might have been like poison to her, but her own words became a hot conflagration that actually burned at him in ways that words typically wouldn't. It wasn't anger or resentment, rather he felt sorry for her. Sorry that she's been abused and suffering alone for gods know how long.

He let her speak as much as she needed to. If she wanted to continue to lash out on him, then that's what he'd allow. He had to because to strike back at her meant that he might go too far. Sloane's power pierced his mind and rippled through his body, and he ended up stumbling and tripping up until he had finally fallen onto his back.

"I am not a victim. And I'm am not weak," she looked down at him after she said that, and her usual soft-brown gaze was laced with bitterness and a threatening swell of tears behind it.

He sighed, his chest rising and falling heavily. "I would do it again, Sloane," Liam stated as a matter-of-fact, holding onto her gaze with his own. "I'll take the blame for your victimhood, too. If that makes you feel better."

After Sloane stepped over him and made sure to let him know not to follow, he rolled onto his stomach and then pushed himself up off of the ground. Large hands clapped over his attire, dusting off the debris on his pants. He didn't feel much like holding a conversation with anyone, and he certainly was going to give Sloane the space she required. He just... calmly slipped away from the area and left Wes and Trinity to do their talking thing. Whatever they did, he doesn't know. All he knew was that the training was over, but it wasn't entirely a bust.

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Whether it was some strange fate or by chance, Liam had ended up peering through that window and watching that toxic sibling interaction play before his eyes. The beast in him that hungered for a chance to strike couldn't shrink away from the opportunity, and the man in him couldn't just walk away and pretend that nothing happened. There had been no other logical choice in his mind, and anyone would agree with him.

Maybe he was wrong.

Liam eventually found himself sitting against a thick tree trunk quietly ruminating over his choices since he's been here. For the life of him, he can't understand how she could be so upset at him for doing something so basic. Sure, he was rather demanding that she come to his place that night, but it was for her own good. Right? Was he the selfish one? There were just... too many questions, and those questions delved into a deeper rabbit hole that he wasn't going to fit in anyway so he might as well as stop thinking.

He ran a hand down his face in a flustered motion then pinned the back of his head against the tree. He wasn't tired in the least bit, but he still felt a lot like closing his eyes. He drew his knees up a bit, placed his arms over them, and shut the world out so that he could take a nap, of sorts.

It's only been two days, but it really has felt like it's been so much longer than that. He knew that this stupid place wouldn't be a good fit for him. He's pretty sure that he is already regretting ninety percent of the choices he has made here, and for the length of time that he has been around - that was not a huge list.

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The first to speak was Cherise's friend, whom both boys had a hard time remember her name. Did she even introduce herself to them? Before either could ask though, the demigoddess left, leaving them with Cherise.

"I got my job in a while ago, thank the gods. It's starting to get a little warm."

The two nodded as she started cleaning the area up and mentioned breakfast before stating she hoped for a quiet breakfast. Heath nodded. He did catch the lie, but decided to not address it since Cherise must have her reasons. He would keep an eye on her though and if she lied again, he would bring it up.

"I come from a big family and I am lucky if I have a private breakfast. Then again since moving out on my own, most of my breakfasts have been quiet. But then Ethan here likes talk and fill in the silence."

Heath chuckled when he said that last line.

Ethan rolled his eyes and replied, "Are you saying I talk too much?"

"You are pretty loquacious my friend," Heath laughed.

"See what I have to put up with Cherise? He takes after his mother too much, he's too honest for his own good."

"Thank you, I am glad I am like my mother. Since I know when someone lies to me, it be hypocritical to lie myself," Heath replied, looking directly at Cherise when he said that.

While he wouldn't bring up her lie, he did want to remind her not to lie around him. When Cherise finished up, she debated on whether she should take a shower or not. She eventually decided she would go now and asked if they were coming. Both guys smelled themselves too.

"Unfortunately I do need a shower Cherise."

"Same here, but we'll meet up with you there in no time. Our cabin isn't too far from here."

With that the 2 left and soon arrived at their cabin before getting taking showers and getting changed. Leaving the cabin again, they head for where the food was and arrive to indeed see others there. Seeing that Iliana wasn't there, both wondered if she had already ate and just left. They get their own meals and sit down to eat.

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Even though Iliana was aware of when the others were doing, she kept her whole attention on Alex.

"I don't remember. I just remember the people who were there at the party. Everyone was enjoying themselves the best they knew how, and that creepy guy...Sylas...he passed me at one point and then I just... got angry after seeing Mason enter the closet with Andy. That's all I know."

Sylas's name caught Iliana's attention. Before she could think about it, Alex continued.

"Lets just face it... It was my fault. All of it is. I hope you find peace with yourself soon..."

Alex began to walk away, then stopped. She turned to Iliana, looking a little hesitant.

"Thank you.... for, you know... trying to help."

Iliana felt her defeated nature, a feeling she knew all too well. At least Alex hadn't been tortured like her, but any more drama and she might lose herself completely. The girl needed a break, that was for sure. As much as Iliana wanted to follow her, she knew when someone needed to be alone and the 2 were still strangers. Plus her attention was quickly diverted to Sloane's outburst. Spinning around, Iliana watch her shout at the big muscle guy.

"I didn't make myself the victim. You did!"

Puzzled, Iliana started listening in earnest.

"I wasn't scared until you came crashing into my life! Because now, I don't have it under control. It isn't about me anymore. You brought yourself into this mess... Along with your sister, Wes, even Andy. Every single person you've opened your big mouth too is now in danger because you put your nose somewhere it didn't belong."

Her words and anger penetrated Iliana's heart like spear, she felt the underlying fear too. Was she . . . talking about Sylas? Iliana tried to focus on just the words, while battling her own emotions, which were starting to rise again.

"I bore his anger so no one else would have to!"

With those words she caused the guy to tumble over before saying she wasn't a victim or weak. The angry woman walked away then, saying not to follow her. Iliana gasped and shuddered as she dropped to her knees, clasping her notebook to her chest. She was shaking and taking deep breaths as the wind picked up a bit. It took her several minutes, but the breathing helped her calm down, but now she was exhausted. She didn't even realize the big guy had left for when she looks up she only saw Wes and Trinity. The wind was still blowing, but it had calmed down slightly. Iliana got up and walked towards Trinity. Writing something down, she showed it to Trinity.

~Was she talking about Sylas? Has he hurt her? I did see that Sylas was hurt the other day. Did that big guy who was here do that to him, because Sylas hurt his sister? That big guy is your brother right? Sorry, what's his name?~

She didn't mean to ask so many questions, but she had so many of them.

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Koa was right behind Nelly as she greeted Daniel. He asked her new companion about her name. It definitely sounded like an islander name. Soon Daniel introduced himself as one of Hecate's kids. That had to have some perks. Suddenly Daniel asked if she and Koa were twins. Nelly burst out in laughter.

"What gave you that idea?! We look nothing alike! It would be cool if we were related though. I know my father isn't the 'steady' types when it comes to relationships, but neither is my mom. My mom loves her independence too much. My parents are on good terms though, so that's good. I actually never met my father or knew of my divine half until I was 10 right after I discovered I had a nut allergy. I have to tell you it was a relief to know why I was so fast or have a perfect visual memory."

Daniel then asked her about last night.

"I had a great time, despite how it ended. I don't think I did so well with that game though. I never played it before. It got pretty awkward between Sylas and I hehe. What was the purpose of it? I know you and Cherise were in there and ya'll looked pretty happy exiting. Maybe you can explain to me what was suppose to happen?"

Nelly laughed again when he asked if she had been to prison. She knew her father was called the God of Thieves from the time he 'borrowed' Apollo's herd.

"Not quite, but I have gotten speeding tickets hehe. I have a way of getting into trouble though. My mom says my middle name should have been Trouble hehe."

She was really enjoying Daniel's company, so much so she didn't pay attention to when others came into the hall. So when Daniel asked if they like to be training buddies, Nelly leaped at it.

"I don't know if I have friends yet since I just got here, but yeah I'd love to train with you. How often do they train us here?"

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There it was, a lesson without trying. Just his logic, his whole perceptiveness and mind was ten times better than the short-sighted Ares fools Liam and Trinity were. Although she might argue a bit about controlling emotions because there had to be some trick not to lash out at people because they irked you. Like Liv....she probably should have processed the words before seeing them as a threat. And like Alex and Ajax, actually, fuck them they deserved it. Alex for hurting her friend. Ajax for letting her walk on water.

But Wes had a different effect on her entirely. “You drive me crazy,” Trinity said. He was so stubborn and Mr. Right. Their peers and her didn't deserve his code of conduct.

"I think your brother doesn't have a clue how to talk to women." Wes laughed slightly and Trinity grunted in agreement. They were not a breed gifted with charm and thoughtfulness. "Liam, probably. He's stronger than me, but if I could get a hand on him I could calm him down."

Almost countering his point, Sloane hammered into Liam, but it wasn't the victim anger coming out it was another. One more directed right at Liam. Scratch the comical thought, there was nothing good about watching Liam get pushed repetitively. Trinity may have been concerned and got involved if he hadn't called it upon himself. When the tower was knocked over, she averted her eyes in a way to avoid bearing witness to it. More like playing ignorant and for her own sake and maybe Liam's.

Trinity busied herself fiddling with Wes's fingers until Sloane headed one way, and Liam another. Trinity rubbed her forehead.

On top of that, the wind started to pick up and a crackle and light shot down from the sky, pulling her out of her spell awfully quick. Her eyes fell on Wes questioningly as if he’d know what it was all about, but if it concerned her or was a message for everyone, she’d know. Some announcement would probably come their way.

“So do we….?” Trinity pointed in both directions where Sloane and Liam trailed off to. Whatever tension was there didn’t seem to end on a good note and she thought maybe one or both of them could use company even if they didn’t particularly want it. Honestly she wouldn’t know how to talk to either of them though. “Or do we - ”

Then she stopped thinking about them. Bugger them, and pestering Wes with insisting to train could wait, what about Andy! She leapt up from the log only to be stopped in her tracks by Iliana. Trinity pulled herself short of colliding with the girl as she scribbled something on her notebook. Trinity shifted foot to foot. Gods, she was a shit friend.

Was she talking about Sylas? Has he hurt her? I did see that Sylas was hurt the other day. Did that big guy who was here do that to him, because Sylas hurt his sister? That big guy is your brother right? Sorry, what's his name?~

Trinity's gaze shifted up to Iliana's face. It wasn't her information to reveal unfortunately, especially after Sloane's outburst. “His name's Liam and he is...capable of inflicting Sylas's injuries and worse.” Unlike fellow demigods Trinity wasn't gifted in speech and diversion, making her words come out with evident thought. But that didn't matter because Trinity wouldn't squeal, even on a ratbag like Sylas who deserved half the camp at his throat.

She sighed out placing her hands on Iliana's upper arms. “Look, the overall summary is Sylas is somebody you shouldn't be near if you can help it.” That’s the wisdom Liam departed on her anyway, not to let him get close and touch you.

“You told me at the fire, he scares you. So follow your instincts on that. Try tune into what people feel and pick friend or foe for yourself.” If Iliana truly wanted to know their deal, why not embrace her abilities, for better and worse. She would suggest asking Sloane herself but even Trinity bypassed that and she thought Sloane could use a breather.

“Don't do anything rash okay?” If Trinity got a majorly unhelpful answer like she just gave Iliana, she knew she'd confront a source. Well at least she hoped Iliana didn't do it alone if she was compelled to.

She spun on her heel and popped a quick and firm peck on Wes's lips. “I'm gonna hunt down Andy. I'll give you your clothes back later.” She put a hand on his arm. “And one day, I'll learn to be gentle.” She laughed to herself. Always, always rushing her kisses. And he was the damn son of Aphrodite so she really should work on it, less she suffer more comparison.

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It seemed all too quickly that the training went from bad to worse. Wes didn't know the girl had so much... angst in her. But it swiftly began to overflow. He could feel the thickness of it in the air. Her anger and sadness, but under that, almost hidden, he felt and overwhelming sense of fear and a little heart break. His brows furrowed as he leaned forward slightly. It might have looked like he was intently watching the fight, but rather it was a point in space to fix his gaze.

Everything Sloane felt was so strong and raw. Whatever Liam did elicited a reaction from her, but he doubted it was the one the Ares' son desired. Wes understood her struggle of hopelessness. It was easy being someone at camp who couldn't hold their own. Nearly everyone else there could do some serious damage, where it seemed himself and the quiet girl were in the minority. They were those who never wanted to use their powers and, unfortunately, had no physical prowess to protect themselves otherwise.

"I would do it again, Sloane." Good. For once the boy said the right thing. "I'll take the blame for your victimhood, too. If that makes you feel better." Wes inhaled sharply and looked down down at his hand, where Trinity's fingers mindlessly fiddled with his own. The pair split in opposite directions leaving him with his blonde sitting there in silence.

"So do we….?" Trinity pointed in the two different directions Sloane and Liam wondered off in. "Or do we - " Then it seemed another realization struck her as she jumped to her feet. Wes followed suit, both of them quickly stopped in their tracks when they were met with Iliana.

"Was she talking about Sylas? Has he hurt her? I did see that Sylas was hurt the other day. Did that big guy who was here do that to him, because Sylas hurt his sister? That big guy is your brother right? Sorry, what's his name?" As Wes read the quickly jotted questions, he felt the whiplash from the bombardment of questions almost like someone rattled them off to him without taking a breath.

"His name's Liam and he is...capable of inflicting Sylas's injuries and worse." Wes's face scrunched up slightly at the comment but said nothing. She got in the first word before him, so he simply stood there in silence while she finished before interjecting his own opinions. "Look, the overall summary is Sylas is somebody you shouldn't be near if you can help it. You told me at the fire, he scares you. So follow your instincts on that. Try tune into what people feel and pick friend or foe for yourself."

Wes shifted from one foot to another. "It's not our business to share what's going on." He raised his bionic hand to run back through his hair. "The best advice I can give you is to lie low and not butt into other people's problems. Nothing good comes from it. It'll just drag you down with them. And people at here aren't fond of people trying to interject themselves into their shit. You're better off without all of the drama. Trust me."

"Don't do anything rash okay?"

He sighed softly and shrugged his shoulders. "If you're desperate to know, you can ask Sloane. But I'd stay out of it if I were you."

When the pair had nothing else to say, Trinity turned to face Wes. She placed a quick and firm kiss on his lips. It happened so fast he barely had a chance to return the kiss before she pulled away. "I'm gonna hunt down Andy. I'll give you your clothes back later."

"It's fine. I have others," he smiled down at her. "I'll probably hunt down your brother."

Before they parted ways, Trinity put an hand on his arm. "And one day, I'll learn to be gentle."

Wes's smile only seemed to grow slightly at the comment. "I can wait." He managed to snag a quick kiss on her forehead before she hurried off to check on Andy, leaving Wes with Iliana.

"I'm going to go try to fix some of this. Try not to worry yourself over it. Be happy this mess doesn't involve you." Wes gave the girl a half smile before turning and walking in the general direction he saw Liam wonder off in.

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Wes had been walking through the woods for awhile. He wasn't much of a tracker and his sense of direction was utter shit. Anyone else could have probably found Liam within a couple of minutes while it took himself the better part of an hour. It was probably for the best. Gave the big boy some time to cool down and Wes sometime to figure out what exactly he would say.

His pace slowed down as he slowly approached Liam. Wes pointed at an empty spot at the base of a nearby tree. "Do you mind?" When he got no argument, he took a seat on the ground, leaning back against the trunk similar to his company.

There was a long silence. Wes wanted to get a feel for Liam's emotions to gauge what he should or should not say before just vomiting out bullshit the guy didn't want to hear. So, he waited a bit and was just there for him, in case he needed to get something off his chest. But when nothing was said for the better part of ten minutes, Wes sighed softly. "You know... She is grateful for what you did," he said while looking over at Liam.

"I think she's scared." Wes rested his forearms on knees and twiddled his thumbs as he searched for the right words. "Before it was just her. I'd imagine you get numb to that kind of life after awhile. But now... She has someone she cares about. That raises the stakes. Now it's bigger than her and she can't control it anymore." In what comparisons he drew between himself and Sloane, he saw the similarities. He imagined what she felt was something similar to what he felt in regards to Trinity.

"I think for the first time she feels helpless, and is terrified that something will happen to you." Wes turned his whole body to face Liam. "Since she's been at camp you are the only person I've seen her confide in and trust. And maybe it's hard for you to see. But I felt it, under all that anger she had."

Wes gave a weak smile. Liam might not know it, but he empathized with the son of Ares. Women were complicated and even with his powers he struggled with knowing the right thing to say or do all the time. "Maybe for a moment, you should imagine it's possible she worries about you just as much as you worry about her."




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Sloane slowly felt the wave of anger that overcame her fade away. It was strange. It wasn't as strong as the effects she's seen caused by her brother or even herself, but it was there. Like a subtle headache nagging at the back of her head. She didn't expect Liam's powers to have much of an effect on her but it did. Just enough. And once she came down from that, she wasn't able to hold back the tears anymore.

There were so many mixed emotions. She was ashamed of herself for letting Sylas treat her the way he did for so long, embarrassed because of her outburst, guilty for the shitty things she said to Liam, angry because some of the things she said were true, scared for her own well being and terrified for his. Her hands raised to cover her face as she tried to take deep breaths. She was happy to be alone, but a small part of her wished that Liam didn't listen and he followed her. But he took everything a little too literally for something like that.

He was so frustrating. How could someone being so caring and considerate on one hand, yet still be oblivious about how his words can come off hurtful? For only being at camp for a couple days, it was a whirlwind. Sloane was hoping to just blend in and go unnoticed and it seems like fate is trying to put her out there for the world to see. It was exhausting. Part of her was thankful to have someone she felt like she could trust, but at the same time she felt suffocated by all the lingering gazes of people who can't seem to mind their own business.

Sloane sighed as she ran her hands back through her hair and sat up. The hardest thing about fighting with Liam was now she really had no where to go for solace. All she wanted to do was curl up in bed, but she doesn't even have one. No matter how much she avoided it, she would have to face Liam. There was a good chance he was already back at the cabin, but perhaps he went somewhere else. Maybe, if she was lucky enough, she could get back before him and be 'asleep' to avoid one more confrontation.

She slowly stood up and decided to wonder back into the woods. Instead of heading straight back to the cabins, she instead began to wonder about figuring she'd arrive at the cabins whenever she is meant to. It seemed simple enough and less likely for her to be found. Unfortunately, Sloane didn't take into account the likelihood of her running into someone else.

As she continued deeper into the thicket of trees, managed to stumble upon a woman of in human like beauty accompanying a red headed demigoddess. In the girl's hands appeared to be a bird, although at Sloane's distance she could not tell if the creature was alive or not. By the time the two women came into view, it was too late for her to simply pivot and walk away, for she was equally as exposed.

Sloane cleared her throat, while brushing loose hairs back behind her ears. "I'm sorry. I was just wondering about and accidentally stumbled upon you both. I did not mean to interrupt."

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"I didn't know I had options." The words temporarily stopped whatever train of though crossed Andy's mind. She kept her head facing her lap, but her gaze slowly drifted over toward him. Was she an option? Up until the night before, she never knew what was going on in Mason's head, and to some extent, she still didn't. She often thought the anger he often directed toward her stemmed from the thought that she could do better. But a large portion of that seemed to come from his hatred of Ajax, nothing more. But the kiss they shared changed everything.

Perhaps some of Mason's anger grew from somewhere else? A place where he saw her as more than a friend? Andy doubted that he considered himself as a better option compared to Ajax. Mason chastised her for being his friend and dealing with his shit nearly as much as he did about her being with Ajax. It was never easy knowing what he was thinking. He was an enigma, and unless he was plain with her, Andy often grasped at straws to get a sliver of an idea of how he felt.

When she mentioned just wanting him to find happiness, Mason smiled and reached over to take her hand. "Thank you." Andy returned his smile with her own before he continued. "Because I'm going to ask her to marry me."

Quickly, her smile turned to a sneer as her brows furrowed. Andy went to yank her hand away from him, but Mason's grasp tightened in a gentle squeeze. She looked back over at him to find the asshole grinning at, what he probably thought was, a clever joke. "You're such a jerk," she said with an exhausted laugh and a shake of her head.

"Andy, do Eve and I look like a happy couple?"

She was as good of a judge of that as Mason was of her own past relationship. "I... don't know. All I saw was her seemingly enamored by you." She shrugged her shoulders. "And the part where you mentioned spending the night with her." Andy sighed softly as she let her gaze drift toward anything but Mason. The thought of him and Eve having sex churned her stomach. But she said nothing. It wasn't her place. It was hypocritical enough for it to bother her the way it did.

"You haven't always been the easiest person to read. I know when you're upset," she laughed weakly. "You've never been scared to share that with me." The corner of her lips tugged back into a tight smile. "But, you've never told me what makes you happy."

"Honestly I think it will take a while until I'm even content with my life again." Andy saddened at the thought as her gaze fell to where he held her hand. She couldn't recall the last time he seemed happy.

For the past year she lived in a haze of depression and grief. It took her months to even pull herself out enough to realize a fraction of what was wrong or what she wanted. And in that fog she clung to Mason like a life line, yet didn't fully grasp his level of unhappiness. Some friend she was. Andy exhaled softly as her thumb lightly tapped his hand. "What would make you happy?" She asked before meeting his gaze.

After awhile, the heaviness of the conversation dissipated and Mason moved to his feet. He grabbed her bag and then offered his other arm toward her. "You ready to face the world again? This place is getting gloomier by the minute."

Andy smiled as she let out a relieving sigh. "I thought you were going to keep me on lock down until I recovered." She took a deep breath, preparing herself before she slid her arm around his. It took her a minute to get enough momentum to pull herself out of the bed with Mason's help. She felt like so wobbly, like one good gust of wind could knock her over. But she was determined to be ok. She wanted more than anything to be out of the infirmary. Even if that just meant bed rest in her own cabin while Mason, Daniel and Trinity worried over her like concerned parents.

They hadn't been walking long, or gotten very far with her slow poke ass, before Mason cleared his throat to continue the conversation. "Sorry for making you choose a side sometimes." Their paced slowed until they came to a stop and she looked over at him. "I know I've put you in some spots and it's not okay." To anyone else it might have seemed small, but to Andy, that made a world of a difference. Since she got to camp, she constantly felt like Mason and Ajax would constantly tugging at her, pulling her in different directions and forcing her to choose. It weighed heavily on her, for a long time. So, while it might have seemed like just another apology, it was so much more to her. She gave his arm a gentle squeeze and smiled in a silent 'I forgive you.'

Mason then leaned toward her, speaking softly into her ear. "I mean technically I've targetted Alex and all would be well if Ajax didn't get involved but...I shouldn't expect so much." She laughed softly while rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Of course, he couldn't leave it there.

Whatever smile might have been on her face quickly fell when she saw Ajax walking toward them sternly, with purpose. Andy felt her heart sink as he got closer and she saw the anger, and sadness on his face. One day. Just one day without fighting. That's all she wanted. But when he got close he didn't stop. There was no yelling or scolding. Without hesitation Ajax brought back his fist before throwing it forward right into Mason's nose.

The force sent Mason tumbling backwards and Andy along with him, until they both fell to the ground with a thud. Mason broke some of her fall as she half landed on him, but that didn't help it hurt any less as the collision triggered every sore muscle. She slowly sat herself up with weak arms that trembled under her own body weight. Once Andy managed to get to her knees, she looked over at Mason to see him bleeding heavily from his nose. "What the hell, Ajax!?"

"I should have done that a long time ago." Andy slowly closed her eyes as she exhaled. Her face showed the exhaustion and frustration at this endless feud that kept going in endless circles. "I'm sorry..." And then there was silence. She slowly brought herself to look up at him as she blinked back tears. Ajax lowered his hand to cup the right side of her face while his thumb stroked her cheek.

Then his hand fell and he walked away. Andy didn't move. She just knelt there in silence as she watched him walk away. Part of her wanted to call after him but she couldn't find the words. He was sorry? Sorry for what? For punching Mason? Not coming to see her in the infirmary? For taking his sister's side over hers? The questions flooded her mind but all she got was the retreating form of Ajax. And not once did he look back at her.

Andy looked back toward Mason. The sight of his bleeding and probably broken nose quickly brought her back to the situation at hand. "Oh gods," she gasped. She slide her hands under his head and gently lifted it off the ground. It took more strength than she cared to admit, but that was the last thing on her mind. She scooted closer and rested his head on her lap, keeping it elevated so he doesn't choke on the blood. Trying not to move him too much, Andy grabbed her bag from the ground. She pulled out the first piece of clothing she could find and gently pressed it to his nose.

After a long minute, she slowly moved her other hand cup the side of his face as she looked down at him. Andy blamed herself. Her emotions were all over the place. She didn't know how she felt about Ajax anymore and her new, more repressed, feelings for Mason confused her even more. If she wasn't a sinking ship that took everything down with her, this wouldn't have happened. "This is all my fault," she mumbled under her breath as a tear ran down her cheek.

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Iliana waited for Trinity to answer and thankfully she didn't have to wait long.

“His name's Liam and he is...capable of inflicting Sylas's injuries and worse.”

That wasn't a straight answer, but Iliana didn't press. It didn't really occur to her that this wasn't her business, she was just concerned for those around her. She would have thought about it more, but Trinity placed her hands around Iliana's arms and she instantly froze. She wasn't used to human contact and the last time someone touched her that she wasn't familiar with were her tormentors. Instantly she shuddered and shook a bit. She barely registered Trinity's words about staying away from Sylas. She also told her to trust her instincts, but by this point, Iliana had completely withdrawn within herself. Wes's voice soon penetrated her walls.

"It's not our business to share what's going on. The best advice I can give you is to lie low and not butt into other people's problems. Nothing good comes from it. It'll just drag you down with them. And people at here aren't fond of people trying to interject themselves into their shit. You're better off without all of the drama. Trust me."

Trinity added by not doing anything rash before letting her go. Iliana took a deep breath. She was glad she didn't do anything rash at that moment. She always feared hurting someone with her powers again. Turning to Wes, she heard him say that if she wanted to know still, to go ask Sloane. Iliana thought about that, but decided not to push it. Plus Sloane probably wanted to be alone right now. Soon she became distracted when Trinity kissed Wes. Blushing, she looked away. Living a sheltered life, she wasn't use to seeing such things. Hearing Trinity walk away, she looked back at Wes.

"I'm going to go try to fix some of this. Try not to worry yourself over it. Be happy this mess doesn't involve you."

With that, Wes waved and left Iliana. All alone, Iliana finally took the time to think about the situation as a whole. So Liam was capable of hurting Sylas. If Liam was anything like his sister though, that meant he had to have some decency to him, but also had a temper. Deciding she would follow Wes and Trinity's advice, she wouldn't try to find out more about the situation. They were right, it didn't involve her. However, she couldn't lie either. If someone was in pain, she would try to help that person.

Wondering what she should do now, Iliana started wondering and found herself heading for the infirmary. Looking up she saw Mason and Andy exit the building. It was a relief to see she was on her feet. But before Iliana could make herself known to the pair, she saw Ajax appear. Instinctively, she hid behind a tree, picking up Ajax's anger, even though it was faint from where she was. What she saw next caused her to gasp for Ajax hit Mason. He then approached Andy and cupped her face before leaving. Seeing Andy seeing to Mason, Iliana found herself following Ajax. Looked like he was heading for one of the cabins. This was probably his cabin. She wasn't surprised to see Alex there. What did surprise her though was the chariot and Ares. Soon the chariot left with the siblings, but Ares stayed behind. Her curious nature getting the best of her, Iliana approached Ares. The god always intimidated her, so she would keep this brief.

~Where are they going?~

Ares merely replied, "To stay in Olympus for a bit. That's all you need to know Iliana. Move along now."

Nodding, Iliana quickly left. She suddenly wanted to find her brother and Ethan. Problem was, she didn't know where they were. Maybe they were all the Hall now? They should have been done with their job by now. Decision made, Iliana started heading for the hall.

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Alone. She couldn't decipher if that was a vulnerability or strength. A strength because it gave him little else to consider outside himself and less to lose. A vulnerability because it was one-person verse the world. That wasn't to say he couldn't twist people onto his side temporarily then dispose of them. Then there was Sloane's indecipherable placement.
Evelyn was also stuck trying her best to convince herself her visit was mainly for the pursuit of knowledge and everything was a learning experience. For instance, she learned he was great in bed. Very valuable information. At least now she could be perceived as lesser because a true daughter of Nemesis would remain poised and never go that far with somebody so threatening.

“Rough night?” Pulling her out of her thoughts was Kei - Daniel. Evelyn's eyes steadily rose to him.

Something like that.

“Did you want a coffee?”

“No,” she insisted quickly. Almost too quickly. “No, thank you.” She already had her burst of energy.

Daniel didn't seem to take offense and instead carried on. “A few of us are going to train a bit if you want to join. Up to you. No pressure but you should definitely do it.”

She nodded slowly, a smile tugging at her lips. “That sounds good. I already exercised and tested myself this morning.” However, that wasn't to say she should miss an opportunity learning about her peers' capabilities. “I've got a few things to sort out, among them my appearance apparently but, if you're still training, I'll meet up with you and throw my hat in the ring.” Training would also make for ample opportunity to pay him back for his limitless alcohol stunt. Likewise, now presented opportunity but there were too many eyes in the hall. Besides, she needed to weigh on what kind of curse and punishment she should lay on him. Nothing harsh as such but perhaps something lingering and uncomfortable. Bothersome. Something that would affect his mind and behaviour.

Before he made his exit, Evelyn thought to caution the carefree spirit. “Daniel. You be careful with those two, don't underestimate them.” Evelyn gestured to the table from where he came. With that said, she smiled sweetly.

They weren't bad company or corrupt but one shouldn't lunge so blindly into company, spars and training. It may just leave him open to a rude awakening varying from an intense crush or a mean competitiveness.

She travelled to the bin, dumping her now cold untouched piece of toast then set way to her own cabin to adequately freshen up. Then maybe stay there, let events unfold and relax extensively, safe and cozy in her own sanctuary. The idea seemed increasingly appealing as she neared her cabin.





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Her initial destination was the med hut but Trinity was surprised to find the one she sought kneeling on the ground with Mason on her lap. She didn't know what to think or the foggiest clue as to what happened and how they ended up where they were. She ran over immediately and dropped by Andy, an arm automatically wrapping around her softly. “Hey, you okay? Are you hurt?” Trinity cocked her head to better see her friend.

It took a moment for Trinity to figure Andy was hurting but more in the mental sense. It always tolled on her more greatly than any physical pain. Meanwhile Mason was probably ruling in the latter department with his nose being such a mess. “What happened to you two?” Trinity knew they butted heads but Andy wasn't capable of such violence towards a friend. Not to mention she looked far too upset to be the culprit.

A quick glance around told her the likely story as she spotted Ajax's retreating figure. She growled sending daggers into his back. The bloody idiot. A large part of her wanted to chase him down and demand to know where his sense was. She was all but twitching to confront him actually but when two of her mates were in hell-ish shape, she couldn't leave them. Trinity pressed the side of her head to Andy's, letting her know she was 100% there for her. Or at least wouldn't cause more conflict for her.

She looked down at Mason next who Andy now naturally took upon herself to nurse. “You had one job.” In that unspoken job description was of course not to let Andy get hurt further or worry her. But the daughter of Ares wasn’t super mad about it and even if she was, the mother hen act could be spared.

She sighed out looking around again. It was probably better to tuck the two away than arouse the curiosities of other campers. Logic screamed to take the two back to the med hut where they belonged, but she knew how sapping that place could be and didn't have the heart. “Okay, come on,” she said beginning to stand. A hand gently nudged Andy upward, not forcefully, only a prompting touch, where Trinity quickly saw a demonstration of the damned condition her friend was in.

Trinity ducked under one of Andy's arms for extra support then gave Mason a hand until he was steady enough and got some of his bearings back. It was a bit of an awkward juggle to get them both on their feet plus the bag, but she got there. “Where did youse wanna go?”

When the destination was given, she carefully travelled with the two letting them dictate a manageable pace. She didn't offer any other words, happy to journey there in silence or just listen. Trinity only let the two go when they arrived and there was furniture nearby to rest on or maneovure themselves around if they really wanted. But Trinity let them know the wisest decision. “Sit. Water?” She headed to the kitchen without waiting for a reply and got them a cool glass each.

Well she certainly wasn't going to scrape for conversation or further explanations but there was a weight in the room. Something that needed to be talked about. Trinity couldn't hold her position long staring at Mason's crooked nose. She swiftly approached and it gave her a brief little thrill knowing this would hurt for a second. She placed her fingers on his nose and with a satisfying crack sound, realigned that bad boy.

She pulled up a chair, sitting on it backward rubbing her fingers together, eyes glancing between the two officially waiting for this elephant to be talked about. They probably knew and even she knew, she wasn't the best mediator. Wasn't known for patience and kindness and understanding but sometimes it helped just to talk about things. She talked to Wes about some things and felt better. Then again, that could have been one of those passive Aphrodite abilities. But she was what they had for now.

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ImageAt most there was some stomping. No time for taunts or fights before Ajax was in front of him and Mason was completely blind sided by a sudden iron fist crunching into his nose. The impact sent him reeling back all the way off his feet. A weight fell on top of him but Mason could only see dots and pain. What the fuck? Things turned fully black for a moment, some noises going on around him then he could feel himself being shifted. He let out a groan. Through the heavy stun, he half inspected his bleeding nose covering it with a hand but Andy brushed it aside easily with some material there to ease the bleeding. At least he assumed it was Andy, his vision was still crap and he could feel the blood clotting to the back of his throat.

He coughed a little and went to roll to his side when a tender hand cupped his face. He forced himself to stop stirring and open his eyes to see proper shapes and figures. Mason didn't fully catch what she said and her face was a little blurry but no doubt something about somehow she was the bad guy in this. He put a hand over the one cupping his face. "It's okay," he assured. It hurt a lot but it wasn't that big of a deal. Mason couldn't argue he never expected Ajax to snap and punch his lights out...it was long overdue. But he did wish Ajax timed it a bit better like when Andy wasn't using him for support.

He tried to lift his head to sit up but ended up right back on Andy's lap. He whinced for the both of them. "Shit, sorry. Are you alright?"

Somebody else rushed onto scene. Trinity appeared level with Andy asking the same question he had. He closed his eyes praying for strength. He knew this wasn't a good look and there were a thousand things Trinity would have done to avoid getting punched in the face. Not to mention her pain tolerance was high so to her it probably looked like he was taking vacation on Andy's lap.

“What happened to you two?”

Mason let the more aware and sensible take that one. Besides he didn't know if it was supposed to be a secret or not that Ajax was a complete dickhead so he was half interested to hear how or even if Andy would relay that information. He let the two converse meanwhile he was trying to tell himself to get up.

When the girls next came into full focus Trinity's eyes were on him. “You had one job.”

He grimaced in pain but also because it was true. At the same time, Mason slowly pushed himself to sit up. He wasn't exactly proud to take Andy down with him and cause a fuss. He half turned to the daughter of Hecate and gently took the cloth from her to keep pressure on his own nose. The moment his back faced them again, the son of Hades glared off in the distance like a child being scolded. He was doing well until the final moments but it wasn't worth arguing.

“Okay, come on.” Trinity announced. There was some shifting happening behind him and then Trinity reached for him, Andy already in one of her arms.

Mason tried to push his own weight up forgetting the blonde possessed enhanced strength. He staggered a little coming up faster than he expected and held onto Trin for a second. "I’m okay," he told them when the world stopped spinning. He looked over at Andy and reached around the blonde to rub Andy’s back reassuringly. His nose would stop bleeding and condition could be fixed, and so could hers with time.

“Where did youse wanna go?” Trinity asked next.

He hadn’t fully thought about it beyond getting Andy out of the med hut. "Her cabin." The home environment was supposed to be more comfortable. That and he didn’t often have the nicest visitors. He could imagine Eve making an untimely entrance and taunting everyone present. Or a Zeus child storming in looking to finish the fight.

For his part he kept quiet. It was easier to anyway since he had to breathe through his mouth. When they got there Trinity loosened her hold and watch, ordering they sit then fetched some water. Mason obediently sat. Truthfully it was more of a grateful collapse. He eased the cloth away happy the bleeding had stopped or certainly slowed down. Mason checked on Andy from the corner of his eye but before he could say anything the blonde reentered handing them a glass. "Thanks," he muttered, taking a sip and placed the glass down. By the time he caught Trinity's look, there was no time for protest, her mind promptly made. "N- Jesus!" Mason stomped a foot and couldn't help to cover then inspect his nose. The pain was sharp but fleeting. If only Andy's fried flesh and aching muscles could get the same treatment...Of course she got treated by the daughter of Apollo which was a great help - and compassionate.

Then they sat there and they sat there...Mason busied himself tending to his face. But somebody had to burst the bubble, even he knew that. "You know you've heard it a thousand times but the Valises are assholes. Did everyone but him see Alex send a thousand volts through you." Everyone knew he didn’t think fondly of them, and Andy probably didn’t like to hear them…or at least him bad mouthed. Mason held up his hand to stop any arguments coming his way. "I’m just saying it’s a bad move. Sure, he's thought about you and cared about you, second. I've always thought you've settled for less than you deserve." Mason didn't know of all their moments shared but when he did see them, when drama unraveled, Alex came first.

He looked Andy over and sighed. He didn't mean to rub salt on the wound, he just wanted to get real. Ajax hadn't protected her once. Arguably, he hurt her twice. When she exchanged herself in the Underworld for him and now when he stood idly by as his sister attacked her. But maybe he should have been faster acting too. Mason slowly wrapped an arm around Andy and kissed her cheek softly. "I'm sorry this has all happened to you," he whispered in her ear. From the relationship dramas to Daniel's passing to her current condition. Truly, all of it.

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Wes sat there in the silence, patiently waiting for Liam's response. Part of him hoped that his attempt at sharing wisdom would make it's way past the son of Ares's thick skull. But when he felt lightness in the air and even saw a smirk on the man's face, it took a bit of self control not to get up and walk away. Instead, he simply sighed and shook his head. Wes couldn't care less at that point if his frustration rendered or not. But he decided to be patient and see what Liam had to say on the matter.

"I just don’t understand what it’s like to not be like me. I don’t get people that let things happen to them. Those things never mattered to me because I just let the world eat the weak as it’s supposed to do. Then there’s Sloane, and she’s different to me. I don’t know… why she’s different. I do, but I don’t - you know what I mean." Wes contemplated interjecting his own opinion, but decided to remain silent and let Liam finish his thought before giving his own rebuttal.

He watched as Liam held out his hands, staring at them like weapons rather than appendages of his own body. "But I don’t know what to do for her without making her feel indebted to me, angry, or whatever. I certainly don’t need her to be scared for me. I’m a big boy, I can handle myself." He then leaned back crossing his arms over his chest, coming to the end of his own argument. "I guess you could say we’re one in the same. Our tiny worlds just opened up to something bigger. Who’d’a known?"

Liam's last comment took him by surprise, it was almost wise. His own chuckle brought a slight smirk to Wes's face for a brief moment. But he couldn't leave the conversation at just that. "So, what you're saying is... Because Sloane is weak, by your definition, the world should of had its way with her and that've been the end of it?" He asked. Of course, that's not what Liam meant, technically, but with his argument that's the way it sounded. "Has it ever occurred to you that strength is more than how much you can bench press? He let that sink in for a moment before continuing. No joking, just a plain expression on his face.

"You and I," Wes continued, motioning between the two of them. "Are strong... Physically. No one would deny that. And Sloane is stronger than the pair of us." He held Liam's gaze to show he was serious. "Someone hurts our pride, and we stomp off like a scolded child. And those are just words... Or maybe a shove in front of our friends." Liam didn't needed to say what Sloane did hurt his pride, he could feel it. And most of all, Wes was a guy too. Regardless of how comfortable they were with themselves, when a female shows them up in front of others, they're embarrassed.

"She has been dealing with her brothers verbal and physical abuse for... years, I'd assume. And she's not crazy, or suicidal, or begging for help. She took it and accepted it, because to her, that protected other people. So, while it's not physical strength, it's mental and emotional. And you and I both have the emotional fortitude of tissue paper."

Wes still wasn't sure if Liam would be able to wrap his head around that, but there wasn't many other ways he could have explained it. He sat there in silence for a moment as he went over what Liam had said once more, making sure to address everything... Or try to at least. When he came to his next point, he sighed and clapped his hands together softly. "Women will always get mad at us... for something. We always mess up somehow, someway... More often then not because we aren't mind readers and need shit spelled out for us. And you, my guy," Wes's lips pulled into a tight, apologetic smile. "Don't have as much game as you think you do, and definitely don't understand what women are thinking. If you plan to stay in Sloane's life, you'll have to accept that you'll piss her off a lot more."

Hopefully that didn't get him a swift punch in the face. Wes wasn't try to insult Liam or poke fun, but simply be honest with him. The son of Ares acted like he was the Gods gift to women, as most cocky men do... as Wes did at a certain point in his life. But Liam had the subtly of a freight train. He didn't know how to be gentle with a woman and damn well didn't know how to be romantic. And perhaps that wasn't his goal, maybe he was just trying to helpful, but regardless, his handling was rough and he needed to know.

"I don't know if you ever been in love..." Wes held up his hands to stop Liam before he started. "I'm not saying this is love. But love, or caring for someone, is irrational. I could be best friends with Zeus and still worry about his well being. Sloane knows you can handle yourself, and yet... She will still worry about you. That doesn't mean she thinks you're weak... It means she cares."

"Look," Wes sighed, as his hand raised to rub his head. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do. I'm just trying to help you understand maybe a fraction of what she is feeling." With that he shrugged his shoulders and leaned back against the tree. He had no clue if any of that got to Liam, but it was the best he could do.




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"Why are you sorry?" The red head asked with a cocked head, while the woman that accompanied her vanished. "Being sorry for interrupting because you were in the area makes so sense. I really wish people would quit apologizing for uncontrollable actions..."

"Habit," was all Sloane managed to respond with. For most people that was the polite thing to do. If they stumbled upon what seemed like a private moment they apologized, even if it wasn't an accident. But Sloane's finishing school antics didn't look to be in similar company with the red head. She came off blunt, and honest to the point of being offensive and unbothered. Not that it overly bothered her, Sloane had more on her mind than worry about the way one girl she never met treated her.

The red head began to collect arrows, which Sloane took to be the end of their very short conversation. She started to take a step back in the direction from where she came when the girl spoke up again. "It was just my mother. You know - mother-daughter talks and such. I say that she’s a bit too late for that, if you ask me!" Then she laughed, although it didn't sound like it was due to some great joke, but the irony of it. Sarcasm or humor as a defense mechanism was common.

"Name’s Rae, by the way. Artemis’ biggest mistake. She’s far too kind to admit it, but I am hugely too flawed for one to even assume that I am her spawn. Who would you be?"

Sloane took a moment before parting her lips to respond, but Rae interjected before a sound was able to escape. "Wait - wait. Let me guess, hmm? I’m kind of good at this."

She let her mouth close as she cupped her hands together in front of her. Sloane decided to humor Rae, she'd be curious to see what conclusion the girl came to. Based on her own knowledge of... well, herself, Athena would be her assumption, or perhaps Hestia. Yet neither of those crossed Rae's lips. "I can see that you’re an Ares child."

Sloane was so surprised by that comment, she actually snorted. She quickly brought her hand up to cover her mouth as she chuckled for a good moment. "No. I can't fight to save my life." She let out one final laugh before deciding to introduce herself similarly to Rae. "I'm Sloane. Reluctant protégée of Eris."

"I’m going to go eat. Did you eat yet? It looks like you could stand to eat a little more..."

Sloane looked down at her waist as Rae made a gesture at how skinny she was. She contemplated the offer for a moment, even looking in the general direction of the cafeteria, or where she assumed it was anyway. Sure, she could mope around all day in the woods, which would do nothing but make her more angry or feel more guilty. Plus, the mention of food made her stomach growl. It had to be about lunch time at that point and she could definitely go for some food. "I had breakfast a couple hours ago. But I could go for lunch."

Once Rae turned and headed toward the mess hall, Sloane hesitated a moment before trailing after her. Neither one of them seemed to be in a particular hurry and she was fine with that. It gave her more time to clear her head and digest everything that transpired. She also tried her best to wipe whatever tear residue remained away from her cheeks and appear like she hadn't just been crying.

Unfortunately for Sloane, luck did not seem to be on her side that day. As they traversed the woods and grew closer to the center of camp, a feint male voice could be heard ahead. She thought about turning around or diverting, but she wasn't leading, and soon enough Rae ended up leading them right towards it. Sure enough, sitting before them was Wes... and Liam. Sloane stopped dead in her tracks as she looked between them. It gave her one of those sinking feelings like when you walk into a room where everyone was just talking about you.

She had been standing there too long not to say something, or it would get awkward... It was already awkward. Sloane blinked and swallowed before managing to find her voice. "Wes. Liam." That was enough and she had zero desire to stick around and chat. Without caring about personal space, Sloane took a hold of Rae's arm and tugged her along as she lead them away from the pair. This time her steps were quicker, determined to lead them away before either one of the guys could manage to sit up and follow after them... hopefully.

Once they reached the center of camp, with the mess hall in sight, she released Rae's arm with a sigh. "Long story." That wasn't much of an explanation... at all, but it was something. Sloane resumed walking toward the cafeteria at a more leisurely speed, only to stop after a couple steps and turn back toward Rae. "Uh, sorry... For just dragging you along." She then gave the best half smile she could manage before continuing on towards the hall.




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Mason's hand moved to rest atop her own that cupped his cheek. "It's okay," he tried to assure her, but it didn't do much. After a moment or two, he tried to sit himself up and Andy aided what she could. But his effort didn't last long before he fell back into her lap. "Shit, sorry. Are you alright?"

"It's ok. I'm fine," she tried to reassure him in return. As Andy knelt there, she tried to figure out how the hell she would get them both out of there before a bunch of unwanted campers stumbled upon the scene. She couldn't very well help him up while keeping herself stable. Maybe a little bit of her powers... just a smidge. Something so small Mason wouldn't notice and it wouldn't take too much out of her.

Before she had the chance to do anything, another person dropped down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Andy looked over noticing it was Trinity as she spoke, "Hey, you okay? Are you hurt?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Andy nodded her head, while wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, trying her best not to get Mason's blood everywhere.

"What happened to you two?" It wasn't until Andy heard a growl come from Trinity, that she noticed what she was looking at... The culprit. For the time being she was focused on Mason rather than answering the question. It could wait a minute. And while she knelt there watching Mason in pain and bleeding, Trinity pressed her head gently against hers, a silent way to show her support, something that Andy greatly appreciate.

"You had one job," Trinity scolded Mason.

"It's not his fault," Andy said as he grimaced before sitting upright, keeping his back to them. "Mason has been with me all night. Even got me out of the infirmary. Ajax just showed up and punched him."

Trinity sighed. "Okay, come on." First she helped Andy to her feet, slowly and gently. One of the blonde's arms slid under hers for support before she helped Mason to his feet and picked up the bag. Andy had no idea how she managed it all but she didn't question it. After Mason gained his bearings, she felt his hand gently stroke her back reassuringly. "Where did youse wanna go?"

"Her cabin."

It didn't take too terribly long for them to reach her cabin. Trinity refused to release her hold on either one of them until they were near the foot of Andy's bed. She ordered for them to sit and while Mason listened, Andy slowly walked over to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and began to wash his blood from her hands. All the while, trying her very best not to look up at the mirror. She was almost certain she probably looked she was hit by a car... She didn't need it confirmed.

Once finished, she grabbed one wet cloth and another dry one before rejoining them. Just as Andy stepped back out into the room there was a nasty crunch as Trinity snapped Mason's nose back in place. "N- Jesus!" She winced slightly, the sound enough to churn her stomach.

Andy made her way over to the foot of the bed, taking a seat beside Mason. "Here," she said softly as her right hand softly took ahold of his jaw and turned his face toward her. With the wet wash cloth Andy began slowly and gently wiping away the dried blood from his face. Her heart sank a little at the sight of his nose already bruising, the purple and blue spreading a little under his eyes. She hesitated for a moment before continuing and ran the rag along his lips. Her gaze briefly shifted between his own and his mouth. Andy shouldn't have been thinking about the night before, there were far more important things that could plague her mind. Yet as she brushed away the blood from his bottom lip all she could think about was the closet.

She inhaled softly and diverted her gaze before she had a chance to blush or make her self look even more ridiculous. While looking away Andy made sure to clean his hands before offering him the clean dry towel. "In case it starts to bleed again." She gave a weak smile and moved to her feet, taking the dirtied rag into the bathroom.

Andy tossed the bloodied cloth into a dirty clothes basket with a sigh. And as she stood there for a moment, she allowed herself one begrudged look at the mirror. It wasn't as bad as she expected... She had Cherise to thank for that. Mostly she look exhausted and feeble. But no scorch marks or wounds. Just weak, like a battery drained of it's life.

She sighed and stepped back into the room where there was still a heavy looming silence. But it seemed the moment she locked eyes on Mason, he took it upon himself to break that silence. "You know you've heard it a thousand times but the Valises are assholes. Did everyone but him see Alex send a thousand volts through you." Andy began to take a step forward and part her lips, but he held up his hand to stop her and continued. "I’m just saying it’s a bad move. Sure, he's thought about you and cared about you, second. I've always thought you've settled for less than you deserve."

Andy's fingers fidgeted as she waited for her chance to speak. "No, you're right," she agreed as she crossed the room and resumed her seat on the bed beside him.

Mason sighed as he looked over at her. She could sense his... compassion? Gods, she hoped it wasn't pity. She already hated that she was a burden to both of them. She didn't want their pity too. Her gaze fell to her hands as Mason's arm wrapped around her and he placed a soft kiss upon her cheek. "I'm sorry this has all happened to you," he whispered into her ear. Did he mean the fight with Alex? Ajax? Himself?... Maybe it was a bit of all of it.

She let herself sink into his hold slightly as she looked between him and Trinity. "It wasn’t always bad, you know?" Andy admitted to them both. "I don’t think it got bad, or I ever really noticed it, until Alex became… unhinged. He was so focused on her and I… had my own problems." Then it all just started coming out. Like a dam was broken and everything that was bottled up in her flooded out. "Daniel’s death, the underworld… and I felt like everywhere I turned there was fighting. You and Ajax… you and me."

For a moment she grew silent. Andy's fingers tugged at the hem of her shirt. "Gods did we fight a lot... I don’t think we could go a day without arguing." She began to move her hands like weighing the different arguments. "You were mad at me because I spent the night with Ajax. I was mad at you because you slept with Eve. We both thought each other deserved better and…" Her voice trailed off.

Was that it? Was it all that simple the whole time but either of them had been too stubborn to see it? All their arguments and fighting simply because they thought each other deserved better? Or was it more than that? Part of her always felt that a piece of it was jealousy. But it wasn't like Mason ever let anyone know how he felt unless it was anger... the one emotion he was more than happy to share. Andy wanted to ask him, but part of her knew she'd never get a straight answer, and if she did it wouldn't be while Trinity was there. But maybe, just maybe this all at least meant the fighting would stop... For now at least.

"Ajax and I might have fought more, but we were barely around each other," Andy continued hoping to sweep her previous comments under the rug. "Alex took every waking moment of his attention while I waited around for him. It was exhausting… constantly putting him first without receiving a fraction in return."

And with that comment, her eyes widened slightly. Andy sat upright, putting some distance between herself and Mason as the realization sunk in. "I’m sorry… I’m no better than him. He put Alex first, I put him first and you put me first… I’m your Ajax. Jesus." She sighed. Her elbows rested on her knees as she buried her face in her hands. No tears, she's shed plenty of those. Just disgust. Disgust with herself.

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The more tender of the two tended to some much-needed cleaning duties including the blood from his face. "Andy.." he began to tell her to rest and stop wandering around on those tired muscles, but was quickly distracted by the gentleness of her care. Particularly a delicate swipe along his bottom lip. His eyes drifted to her own lips momentarily, a hand extending out to her waist automatically but before he could make contact she moved away handing him a dry towel which he could only nod his...disappointed thanks to.

"It wasn’t always bad, you know?" Andy replied. "I don’t think it got bad, or I ever really noticed it, until Alex became… unhinged. He was so focused on her and I… had my own problems." Trinity's lips pursed. Not in disagreement but because a change was hard to digest and Trinity never doubted Ajax’s love for Andy. She just thought he was a bit blind and impulsive to the extent, as Andy and Mason said, she kind of fell in second place. "Daniel’s death, the underworld… and I felt like everywhere I turned there was fighting. You and Ajax… you and me."

Trinity rested her chin on her crossed arms. Fighting could be stressful on yourself and others, it was easy to forget that. But not many people dove into a fight with the logic of: how this is going to affect the people afterwards.

Meanwhile Mason heard her out. Everybody had problems but he wasn't looking to argue and neither was Andy. She was telling her piece for once. "Gods did we fight a lot... I don’t think we could go a day without arguing. You were mad at me because I spent the night with Ajax. I was mad at you because you slept with Eve. We both thought each other deserved better and…"

Mason rose a half intrigued brow for the epic conclusion. But it never came from her mouth and he sighed out. "I fought with you because ever since the minotaur I knew you were special. I liked you pretty quickly and actually got my hopes up for you." Then you got interested in a Valis douche who demanded respect, never earned it, who also had attachment issues to his sister and you laid with him when it should have been... Mason didn't dare continue the thought. Spending the night with Ajax was a nice push over the edge for disappointment but it was early days when he thought she could do better.

"Ajax and I might have fought more, but we were barely around each other. Alex took every waking moment of his attention while I waited around for him. It was exhausting… constantly putting him first without receiving a fraction in return."

Hearing how fondly Andy reviewed him or wished for him kind of stung but it wasn't exactly new. To top it off she moved away.

Trinity felt a sting of her own but more towards some fractionless attention. To wait on that from your own boyfriend because of his sister's issues... Trinity rubbed her face in agitation. She should have hit them.

"I’m sorry… I’m no better than him. He put Alex first, I put him first and you put me first… I’m your Ajax. Jesus."

Image Well, Mason couldn't disagree or comfort her with any empty "there, there's". She wasn't the one in second place after all. Instead, while she hung her head down, Mason glanced up to Trinity and rose his brows. A simple told you so gesture. But he did think to pay Andy mercy by killing the silence again. "We talk about it a bit. So I know." That's all there was to it. He knew.

Trinity sucked in a breath. Andy would no doubt have questions and concerns about Mason's blunt done and dusted statement. Plus, he threw Trinity under the bus with the whole ‘we’. So, she joined in to begin the somewhat guilty explanation. “Mason and I have spoken about kind of where we are on the food chain. Where and how we're regarded among camp and it's not favorably.” She was pretty sure they both accepted that. Neither of them were chasing pity or assurance. Sometimes folks just drew the short straw.

She clucked her tongue once, turning the prime focus back to Andy's existing problems. “I’ve always thought family matters. But there’s a time when a sibling, close friend or partner, have to be accountable for their own actions and Ajax has shielded Alex so intensely. From blame and confrontation...he's coddled her and it...” she bit her lip to stop herself from swearing “it really irks me.” Particularly when it left her friend feeling the way she did. Friends even.

Mason had never been in agreeance so much in one day. "Me too," he muttered. He tapped Andy's leg as he laid back on her bed. "You don't need to be the third wheel," he sighed out placing his hands under his head. Control freaks tended to have some perverted tendencies...like threesomes. "I suppose I should express some regret for leaving you with a soulless version of him too. I knew something was wrong when I saw him.." he reflected. Andy was fresh out of some Underworld torture and Ajax was recently proclaimed dead.. Obviously he took after his father at the core, acting without a conscience led him to think with his dick and just be a caveman. "Didn't he hit on you too?" Mason tucked his chin to his chest peering at the blonde.

An uncomfortable and unnecessary spotlight had fallen on her again. “Ah, he was just a wanker in general that day.”

Mason grunted and closed his eyes. More so than usual she meant. God he was sore because of that asshole. "You know through all the shit I'm glad we got Daniel back." There he was being Mr. Brightside for once. He was also glad though maybe slightly regretful for laying on Andy's bed because he was comfortable. A lot more than in a chair overnight. He was still in his clothes from last night but couldn't be bothered to get changed or even get up.

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"We talk about it a bit. So I know," Mason replied. It was simple and did not placate her. Although Andy didn't need it. Part of her probably knew it, all along, but more in denial rather than acceptance.

Trinity inhaled sharply which drew Andy's attention. She looked up slightly, but most of her head still rested in her hands. "Mason and I have spoken about kind of where we are on the food chain. Where and how we're regarded among camp and it's not favorably."

Her gaze fell slightly as she let out a soft sigh. "But I'm not... camp. You guys know that right?" Was she asking herself or them? Andy wasn't quite sure. The question came out more rhetorical regardless. "I might not always be the best friend... But you guys are very important to me." While she spoke, her fingers idly picked at Mason's blood that dried on the sleeves of her shirt. "I don't know if it helps, but I don't think I'm high up on that totem pole either." She gave a weak smile but didn't look up.

"I’ve always thought family matters. But there’s a time when a sibling, close friend or partner, have to be accountable for their own actions and Ajax has shielded Alex so intensely. From blame and confrontation...he's coddled her and it...it really irks me."

Andy didn't now what to say or if there was anything else she could say. She simply nodded her head while inhaling sharply. They weren't wrong and she agreed, but that didn't make everything that had come to pass any easier. It was like everything did a 180 which left her confused on many fronts. Even if her own situation was less than savory, that didn't justify Mason and Trinity feeling like they were at the bottom of the barrel. Andy always thought of herself on the same playing field, but it's not until given an outside perspective that people really did keep the Valises on a pedestal. If it was anyone else at camp who would have killed another, let alone a child of Zeus, they would have long been locked away... or killed. But not Alex.

"Me too," Mason's words along with a tap to her leg brought her back to the present. With that, he laid back before continuing. "You don't need to be the third wheel." Maybe she didn't, but to some extent maybe she deserved. Part of her has always wondered if she brought this upon herself, if there was something more she could have done. But to what end? Andy wanted to be her old self and the path her life has gone down has taken her far from that.

"I suppose I should express some regret for leaving you with a soulless version of him too. I knew something was wrong when I saw him.." Andy's brows furrowed as she focused on her hands. Some wounds never seem to heal and those were definitely some of them. The Underworld scarred her and what she returned to only seemed to deepen those wounds. She was gullible and naive back then. "Didn't he hit on you too?" This time the question was directed at Trinity rather than her.

She actually raised a brow slightly as she looked over at Trinity. "Ah, he was just a wanker in general that day."

"We're really digging this one up again?" Andy spared a glance to both of them. Her comment might have come of dry but there was a small sliver of sarcasm or even joking in her words. "Some of us learn lessons the hard way." She shrugged slightly, although instantly regretted the movement as it angered her sore muscles. "I now know not to risk my life for someone who won't do the same in turn for me." A weak smile graced her face as she clapped her hands together. "I'll tell you what though... I've had enough of these near death experiences. They're exhausting." That time Andy actually managed a laugh and while it hurt, it was nice to not be so serious all the time.

"You know through all the shit I'm glad we got Daniel back." It was rare... For Mason to be the one with the silver linings. Usually that was Andy's job. But it seemed like that day, the tables had turned.

"Me too... Although, I wish he didn't return alone." Andy didn't explain her meaning, she didn't have to. It wasn't fair that one of them got their sibling back while the other was snuffed from existence. She didn't know Jennova and they might not have gotten along, but that didn't mean the girl deserved to die. But sadly, something like that was out of her power.

Then there was a comfortable silence. It didn't last too terribly long, but it was nice. It seemed with so many emotions and things stirring around camp the past day or so of opening up about all of their struggles helped. None of them needed to bottle up what they were feeling, it never did any good. But the burden of all of their honesty and truths weighed heavily at times. Luckily, Trinity seemed to have her life in the most order at camp that was possible... At least compared to herself and Mason.

And while Andy's thoughts roamed, Mason's apparently stirred with more questions. "What kind of girls were you in high school?"

Andy chuckled softly. She slowly turned to look back at Mason, being sure not to strain anything too far. He wasted no time in making himself comfortable on her bed and he looked exhausted. She had nearly forgotten that he probably didn't get a single moment of sleep the night before. She could hardly imagine the amount of stress he went through in the past 24 hours. Beyond worrying by her bedside, blaming himself for what happened and mulling over the previous night over and over... It made sense.

"Hey," she said softly as her hand gently rested on his leg. "You can get some sleep. I promise I won't go anywhere so you don't have to worry about me getting myself killed," she joked.

After a moment or two, she pursed her lips slightly before answering his question. "I grew up on army bases. So, I don't know if that counts as 'high school'. But, I was the weird kid. I never really had friends before camp... at least not living ones. I can speak to ghosts, so everyone thought I was the crazy girl who talked to herself and thought she could move stuff with her mind. You're actually my first real friend," she concluded looking over at Mason.

She looked over at Trinity and smiled. "I'm sure your experiences are far more normal. You probably just beat up a lot of idiot boys," Andy teased. She also lightly smacked Mason's leg. "And what about you?"

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While eager for a subject change, she could only pull a stiff smile at the new topic. Those Valises got away with too much. But she preoccupied herself listening to Andy's youth type.

"I grew up on army bases. So, I don't know if that counts as 'high school'. But, I was the weird kid. I never really had friends before camp... at least not living ones. I can speak to ghosts, so everyone thought I was the crazy girl who talked to herself and thought she could move stuff with her mind. You're actually my first real friend." A much easier smile passed her lips at that.

"I'm sure your experiences are far more normal. You probably just beat up a lot of idiot boys," Andy said, drawing a laugh out of Trinity.

Well compared to a girl talking to invisible friends and moving around bases, she supposed her experience was more normal. “It’s not a hard margin next to yours. But I didn't really belong in high school. I kind of transformed into that guy that was there sometimes, on and off when I felt like until I committed to dropping out. Dad threw me in camp pretty young and I figured this was more my speed. Still didn't stop me beating up idiot boys though,” Trinity smirked at Andy. “I almost fell for peer pressure...weird days,” she remarked. Because these days, there was no temptation to go with the crowd or norm.

"And what about you?" Andy asked Mason.

She stuck around a bit for storytime and to assure her friends were in better condition. If not physically, it seemed they were in better spirits at least. But her mind was tolled with other concerns. She trusted Liam and Wes, didn't mind Sloane but there was a nervous kind of tick in her brain going off about them. Who knew she was such a worrier?

Trinity smiled warmly and got up. “Okay, I’m off to make sure Liam is playing nicely with Wes.” She was about to leave them in peace, heading for the door but she paced back in the room, wiggling two fingers in a V at them. “Guard your face, look after her, and don't show an enemy mercy when they don't deserve it.” The first two tips directed towards Mason, while the latter was for Andy. She quickly embraced Andy because even though she was fine now, life was precious. Plus she had been through shit. Add some supped up impulsive demigods and anything could happen. “Call, shout or come get me if you need anything, okay?”


It took a bit of walking around and huffing and grunting to find the boys, but when she found the right location....gods did they stick out. One hulk-like figure with this intimidating air, and a model that was approachable, hanging out together.

“You two good? Not interrupting boy talk?”

She neared the two and pat Liam’s shoulder. He probably wasn’t one to stew in thought or stress about impressions but, “She’ll come around. You’ll only be in the doghouse for a while but you did the right thing overall.” Sloane still had some flawed logic and ways to go, but that boot up the arse got her in gear. Or at least showed she possessed more than a suffer in silence side. Could stand her ground when required. That at least served as some relief to Trinity.

“I also kinda told Iliana you attacked Sylas.” She gestured vaguely around Iliana's height as if it would paint a clear picture of the small blonde she was talking about. “So if she gives you those large frightened mouse eyes and questions you, that's half on me.” The other half definitely belonged to his own demeanor. At least the looking at him like he was a beast part.

She shot a wary smile to Wes, still unsure if telling that girl that information alone was out of line or too much. But what was said was already done.


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Image Despite his poking, Andy was calm and subdued overall. None of that sticking up for him crap when he wouldn't do the same. For that he was glad.

"Some of us learn lessons the hard way," she replied to a particularly hefty topic. She shrugged. "I now know not to risk my life for someone who won't do the same in turn for me. I'll tell you what though... I've had enough of these near death experiences. They're exhausting." Even when she laughed, Mason rolled his eyes and shook his head but avoided raining on her parade any further.

"Me too... Although, I wish he didn't return alone." Mason would have loved to see Jennova again. But that was definitely hoping for too much. And they should have been glad enough in getting Daniel by some miracle.

Mason tried to smile a little. "It makes sense that Daniel would escape death. Yeah, if anyone were going to do it it'd be him." He wished the same for his sister of course and this wasn't one of those: 'you're fortunate whereas I'm not' situations because Daniel was a true friend to him and he was grateful to have him back. "Damn weasel could always get out of a tight spot."

After some fond reflection on the camp trickster and Mason making himself at home on his friend's bed, Andy put a hand on his leg, drawing his eyes to her. "You can get some sleep. I promise I won't go anywhere so you don't have to worry about me getting myself killed." He grunted. As if she'd dare, and if she did he'd drag her ass right back and they could return to arguing.

Although his eyes closed, he heard her. He was listening. It should have been sad and meant she lived a somewhat lonely lifestyle for a good heap of time but Mason only smiled helped along by the fact she admitted he was her first real friend.

"Makes sense. Only the weird kid would make friends with a son of Hades."

Andy shifted to the conversation to Trinity beating up boys and honestly, Mason imagined that was pretty much it. A bunch of guys trying to hit on the fit tomboy blonde, acting like they were top of the world for the daughter of Ares to knock them down.
Instead, in a niche, Trinity admitted to being more of the ghost. Then going to camp and continuing to beat up boys.

“I almost fell for peer pressure...weird days.”

Now that was amusing. "Forced to join the cheerleading squad rather than the football or wrestling team?"

Andy smacked his leg lightly, and Mason peeked his eyes open with a lazy bat at the air chuckling. "And what about you?"

"Me? The popular guy." He replaced his hands under his head and closed his eyes again. "I mainly kept to myself. Tried to anyway. I tolerated school as a best-case scenario. Grazed by to keep the family off my back but that fell apart pretty quickly. School and grades became irrelevant." Bigger fish and picture and all that, they'd get it. He didn't care to get in-depth about it now.

“Okay, I’m off to make sure Liam is playing nicely with Wes.” Mason would have waved her off but frankly couldn't be bothered. Her footsteps disappeared before racing back. “Guard your face, look after her, and don't show an enemy mercy when they don't deserve it.” He exhaled through his nose and smiled, saluting the captain off.

“Call, shout or come get me if you need anything, okay?”

"I got her. We'll be fine."

When the blonde actually left them, he lifted an eye open to spot his charge, the daughter of Hecate, before she wandered about to do anymore cleaning or little house chores. Mason grabbed the back of Andy's shirt and tugged her down to lay back with him. "Make it easier on me will you and stop shifting around. Not all of us got to be peacefully unconscious for hours. But really Andy I'll get whatever you want or do whatever you need doing around the cabin."

That was his plan anyway in addition to moving to the couch so Andy could have the bed to herself and rest easy. But his eyes grew heavier and motivation to move was harder. She said he could sleep. Yet there remained a nagging thought or two keeping him on the threshold of sleep and awake. His brows twitched to a furrow. "You okay?" He mumbled. He had lost track of how many times he asked her that in one day but he wanted to be sure. And permission to sleep without a guilty conscience.

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No, Liv didn't ask for his praise or criticism. In fact, she didn't want any of it at all. The pair of them were standing, and Poseidon's daughter had her arms crossed and expression flat. "Just stay away from me, Duke," she told him pointedly as he was done with his word vomit. God, that guy just talked on and on.

She was about to move when he decided to put a hand on her arm, and it was strangely comforting yet also slightly irritating. She almost killed him, and here he was - trying to be a good guy. As if Liv wasn't already greatly conflicted, Duke only served to add more to that plate. She wasn't going to correct him when he thanked her for something she didn't do, as that's what she believed the gratefulness to have stemmed from. Liv didn't heal him, her father did. She hadn't done anything other than nearly kill him. Yet, she also didn't want to put on her guilty face, even if she felt that way deep inside. That would imply she cared just a little bit, and she didn't want to. The people at this Camp were just snakes in a garden, and it was annoying.

"Then go, Duke. Enjoy Olympus," she swatted his hand away before he could withdraw it himself. "There won't be a next time," she promised as she stepped to the side. Poor Iliana would be harshly shoulder-checked as the emotionally volatile Liv moved past her. "You stay away, too, if you know what's good for you."

Liv didn't want to be around people. Today seemed like one of those days - one that would be slow and uneventful. She'd be glad about that. Without further words to be exchanged, she left the meek blond on the beach and wandered off to her cabin. Along the way, she had picked up and tugged on her clothes, walked past Liam, Trinity, and Wes, and eventually shut her cabin door behind her. She flopped onto her bed face-first once she got into her room and decided that she'd just nap this day away. If the world was fair, she'd just nap this whole Camp Athens experience away.





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Whether Rae knew better than to bring up the fact that Sloane had clearly been crying at some point or she just didn't care, was up in the air. The redhead had very little concern over other people's emotions, given that there were few things at Camp Athens to shed tears over. In her opinion, anyway. At the same time, she was aware of the very real emotions of other people. Perhaps that is why she flashed a swift smile at the poor joke regarding the woman's lineage. Sloane was clearly not a daughter of Ares.

Both of the ladies agreed that it was way past the morning hours, as much as Rae hated to admit that she accidentally allowed time to fly by and missed breakfast. Or did she? Gods, she can't remember. So, the girls ventured down one of the Camp's many forested paths toward the cafeteria.

All was going well, and then there were two men before them. Two very handsome men, too. Of course, the redhead put on that flirty smile and gave them a cute finger waggling wave. There was Wes - she didn't know him. In fact, she doesn't recall ever meeting him. Then there was Liam - the one that practically ran away from her cabin door this morning. She stared at the hulk for a few seconds, recalling that humorous scene with a mute chuckle that simply shook her shoulders. Then it hit her - Sloane had been there that morning, hovering in the background. Curious. The women had long since stopped in their tracks, and Sloane and Liam seemed to exchange some kind of look.

Let's face it. It was not hard to put two and two together. Sloane had been crying, Liam looks like a wounded animal, and Wes was just... Wes. Before Rae could say or do anything, Sloane had grabbed her arm and was well on her way to dragging the Artemis child away from the scene. Naturally, she went along with it, giving the boys a parting wave as she was hauled away. Luckily, Wes and Liam seemed content to stay where they were.

When they finally stopped, and Rae's arm was released, she gave the spot where Sloane had gripped it a gentle rub. "Long story," Sloane informed her, and Rae raised a brow at that.

There was a light scoff to her lips shortly after they resumed their walk, "I'm going to go ahead and just say that it's probably not a story I haven't heard, and it really doesn't concern me." Rae wasn't trying to be an unfriendly person, but sympathy did not come easy to her. That, and she really wanted to avoid the drama of the Camp. There was something about a bunch of girls and boys together that created a nasty cocktail of love triangles, drama, etc - and with all the things that a Demigod could do, it wasn't wise to meddle in the affairs of others.

She turned to face her slightly as they walked, her steps taken sideways for a few minutes. She had her arms crossed over her chest, "Though, I do want to point out that I've never seen a problem solved by crying over or avoiding it. Honestly, women need to stop saying sorry and crying all of the time. Avoiding things... crying... it's so exhausting. It's a big problem with our sex, not that you asked."

They were at the Mess Hall in no time, and as the two ladies put their meals together and sat down, it was quiet. Rae was aware that her opinions were just that - opinions, and that they were not always well-received. Whether or not she was thought of as nice or rude was of no concern to her, and holding her tongue didn't do any party well. "I don't know what's going on, but..." she began halfway through their meal, "If you need any advice on men, I am pretty good at thinking like one. I can't promise that I will hold things back, but I don't agree in the whole white lie to spare feelings thing." She waved her fork around with those last few words, then went back to eating.

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There was silence after Wes spoke. Apparently whatever he thought as words of wisdom didn't come off that way. Liam lunged forward and took fistfuls of his shirt, yanking him forward. The son of Ares twisted and turned into a cornered animal before his eyes, angry, almost snarling. Anyone who says they aren't scared of an enraged child of Ares was lying. Wes knew that if Liam decided to take his anger out on him, he'd be dead. Plain and simple. And to be honest, the only thing protecting him from that fate was the fact that he was dating Liam's sister.

Wes didn't fight the hold, or cower. He stood his ground and didn't waiver his gaze. "You call staying with your abuser strength? Mentally, physically, emotionally - that’s not strength. It’s weakness. We are our own people. We make our own choices. We don’t make choices because we fear what other people will do. Other people are not our responsibility." Liam's grip tightened while Wes's nostrils flared. "She was strong the moment she left that fucking cabin - whether it was with me or without me. Leaving is the hardest part. That's when strength comes."

"Men like me - like Sylas, we know that. We like women like Sloane - obedient, self-blaming, afraid that we might hurt someone else. That’s what we like." Hearing Liam compare himself to Sylas struck a cord with Wes. And while his intentions were most likely to make Wes see his side of the argument, it only made him worry for Sloane. If Liam was no different then was she really safe with him?

"No. I call surviving her abuser strength... She stayed out of fear." Wes tried taking a calm, level headed approach and it didn't work. Liam seemed the type to only listen when being scolded. So, he didn't back down or return to his seat. But remained where he was. "No one is fearless. Not even you." Perhaps it was because he was being silently threatened, or berated himself, but Wes felt his own anger rise. "You're scared she'll get hurt again, scared she'll go back to her brother. But I think you're even more scared that this girl, who has seen you differently than any other woman, will see you as a monster."

"You say strength was her leaving, but you gave her no choice. Who's to say she didn't go with you out of a similar fear? You compare yourself to Sylas like you're both cut from the same cloth. So who is to say she didn't trade one monster for another?" Wes's gaze didn't shift away and he hardly blinked. He was fixed on Liam. "Obedient, self-blaming..." He reiterated Liam's words quietly almost like he was thinking out loud as the realization hit him. "Is she really safe with you?"

Maybe the anger had run it's course. Or maybe Wes's words actually struck something within Liam, unlikely. But the son of Ares finally seemed to be coming down. When he finally released his grip on his collar, Wes half shoved his hands away. He started to adjust his shirt as he returned to his seat, albeit a bit more on edge than before. "Don’t say shit like that to Sloane. I don’t want her going back to him because she thinks she’s protecting anyone. I want her to stay away and live her own life. Sylas is his own person… she is not responsible for his actions."

"No offense, but I'll say what I want." Wes rested his arms on bent knees looking over at Liam. "If you want her to be strong it might be worth considering positive reinforcement. Because what you did back there," he said while pointing his hand in the general direction they came from. "Will only cause her to lash out at you, not him. Her anger and animosity will be aimed at you. Instead of being like her brother and telling her she's weak and pathetic, maybe you should try being supportive. Tell her she's strong, brave and is capable of..." His voice trailed off at the sound of approaching footsteps.

Speak of the devil. Sloane and a red head that Wes hadn't be overly acquainted with stepped out into view. He didn't say anything, just spared a glance over towards Liam who seemed to be up to giving the ladies his attention. "Wes. Liam."
He gave a slight wave of his hand and a nod of his head before the pair disappeared as quickly as they arrived.

"I don’t understand women, and I don’t care if I piss her off. I will always be honest with her and myself. That means that I will piss her off, and she’ll probably stomp off and go cry about it somewhere. But if she’s not with that brother of hers? I don’t care. I will figure it out as I go, but for now - my only worry is that she will go back, and if I have to be the asshole, I will be the asshole."

Before Wes got a chance to comment, Trinity showed up. Thank the Gods. A conversation he had hoped would be a heart to heart just turned into wanting to bash his head into a wall. It was exhausting. "You two good? Not interrupting boy talk?"

Wes let out a sigh, puffing out his bottom lip. "I don't know if you could call it that," he said as he moved to his feet.

Trin went over to console Liam who looked like a sad puppy when he was hopped up on rage. She got the pup while he got the wolf. "She’ll come around. You’ll only be in the doghouse for a while but you did the right thing overall." Training Sloane? Yes. Belittling her to the point of pushing her over the edge? No. But Ares kids were always more of the tough love type. But he wasn't going to argue his prerogative. Wes had had enough of that for the time being.

"I also kinda told Iliana you attacked Sylas. So if she gives you those large frightened mouse eyes and questions you, that's half on me." Wes inhaled sharply, raising his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Great. Another person brought into this bullshit. He was getting a headache. After a moment he looked up to be met with Trinity's gaze and a wary smile. He tried his best to return it with his best grin but it fell short.

Wes wasn't mad at Trinity, but he had had his fill of Liam for the day. "I need to change my shirt and an advil... or ten." He took a step towards the blonde, gently taking her arm in his hand. His thumb lightly stroked her skin as he placed a soft kiss upon her head. He lingered there for a moment before his grip fell and he started in the direction of his cabin. If Trinity would follow or stick around with her brother, he was uncertain.

It didn't take him long to reach his cabin. Wes let out a soft sigh as he entered and tore his tank top off of him. He looked down at the shirt briefly, the straps stretched and warped from Liam's grip. He chucked it across the room before plopping down on his couch. Wes didn't bother getting a new shirt or even closing the door. He just sunk deeper into his seat, rubbing his face.




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Rae scoffed after the brief encounter with Wes and Liam. "I'm going to go ahead and just say that it's probably not a story I haven't heard, and it really doesn't concern me."

"Not likely," Sloane responded, not in a harsh or unfriendly way, but more like it was a simple fact. The truth of the matter was, if she began unraveling what was the hellstorm of her life, she doubted Rae would have heard that story before. But Sloane wasn't in the sharing mood, and her company wasn't prying. A nice change. She never was fond of curious people who stuck their noses where they didn't belong.

As they continued walking, Rae half turned toward her. "Though, I do want to point out that I've never seen a problem solved by crying over or avoiding it. Honestly, women need to stop saying sorry and crying all of the time. Avoiding things... crying... it's so exhausting. It's a big problem with our sex, not that you asked."

She didn't disagree. Sloane hated nothing more than crying. "It was one of those annoying frustrated pissed off cries," she clarified with a weak chuckle. Not like she needed to explain herself. But after being called weak, something in her gut twisted wanted to make sure she wasn't seen as a crying school girl. "But, you are right..." Her voice trailed off as she searched for what to say.

"The big one," she motioned her thumb over her should back towards Liam and Wes. "He pissed me off. So, I knocked his ass to the ground and yelled at him." She shrugged, the corners of her lips pulling back into a tight lipped oops smile. "I've always been one of those people where when I get really angry I cry. I hate it." She laughed, letting her gaze fall to the ground for a moment. "But if you know anyway not to do that, I'm all ears."

Shortly after, they arrived at the mess hall. Neither one of them chit chatted or exchange pointless small talk as they gathered their food and took a seat at an empty table. There was some silence, which lasted halfway through the meal before Rae spoke up. "I don't know what's going on, but... If you need any advice on men, I am pretty good at thinking like one. I can't promise that I will hold things back, but I don't agree in the whole white lie to spare feelings thing."

Sloane shoveled food around on her plate as she listened. "I appreciate the offer. But it's not boy problems... per se." She took a bite of her food in thought. "It's not really advice I need. It's—" Her eyes squinted as she searched for words. "...Complicated."

She wasn't the type of person to spill all her drama, especially on someone she barely knew. The last thing she needed was to have another person dragged into this. That's the last thing Sloane wanted... another person for her brother to torment. Rae looked like she could handle herself, but one whispered word from her brother and it would count for nothing. Hell, she was able to knock over Liam with just a fraction of her power. There's no telling what could be done with Eris's gift full force.

Once Sloane finished eating she began to wonder where she'd go or what she'd do. Her things are at Liam's and at that particular moment she had zero desire to see him and continue being belittled. She chewed on the inside of her cheek momentarily until she chose to try and keep the conversation going a bit longer. It wouldn't be much but it delays her return to the cabin, even if just for a minute. "Does your mother visit you often at camp? I don't tend to see many of the Gods around, aside from Zeus." It was a horrible attempt at keeping the conversation going. Small talk was never one of Sloane's strong suits.




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"Makes sense. Only the weird kid would make friends with a son of Hades." Andy shook her head and managed a soft laugh at the comment.

Then it was Trinity's turn to share her High School years. "It’s not a hard margin next to yours. But I didn't really belong in high school. I kind of transformed into that guy that was there sometimes, on and off when I felt like until I committed to dropping out. Dad threw me in camp pretty young and I figured this was more my speed. Still didn't stop me beating up idiot boys though. I almost fell for peer pressure...weird days."

"Forced to join the cheerleading squad rather than the football or wrestling team?"

"I guess that's a positive of no friends... No peer pressure," she mused with a chuckle.

Andy tried to actively face Mason while he spoke of what he was like, although her sore muscles wished she hadn't. "Me? The popular guy." She sighed and rolled her eyes, waiting for his real response. "I mainly kept to myself. Tried to anyway. I tolerated school as a best-case scenario. Grazed by to keep the family off my back but that fell apart pretty quickly. School and grades became irrelevant." Curiosity made her want to ask about it, to know more. But she decided to save it for another day.

When silence came once again, Trinity smiled and moved to her feet. "Okay, I’m off to make sure Liam is playing nicely with Wes." She turned to leave but stopped to give a final pep talk. "Guard your face, look after her, and don't show an enemy mercy when they don't deserve it." Andy gave her a nod and before Trinity left she quickly gave her a hug. "Call, shout or come get me if you need anything, okay?"

"I got her. We'll be fine."

"I'll be ok," she reassured Trinity before she headed out to find Liam and Wes.

Andy remained seated at the foot of the bed, at least for a little while. Part of her felt like she needed to get up and do things, while her muscles argued for her to slow down. She was about to get up and offer Mason a blanket when he took ahold of the back of her shirt and tugged her back onto the bed beside him. She collapsed against the mattress with a soft oof and a laugh. "Make it easier on me will you and stop shifting around."

"I didn't do anything." Yet.

"Not all of us got to be peacefully unconscious for hours. But really Andy I'll get whatever you want or do whatever you need doing around the cabin."

Andy rested her hands on her stomach as looked over at him. "I—" She opened her mouth to argue, but instead sighed. "I know. Thank you... I'm not used to having to be dependent. Even if it's for a short while." After a moment or two, she slowly rolled over onto her side to fully face him, tucking one arm under her head. She laid there for a moment, less than a foot away. Her free hand twiddling with the blanket beneath them. "Can we just agree that next time I save you?" She gave him a soft smile.

While Mason seemed tired, he still managed to remain awake. His brows furrowed before asking for hundredth time, "You okay?"

In the silence of her cabin, when there was no worry of someone coming in to check on her or eaves drop on whatever she says, Andy actually took a moment to think about it. She took a deep breath before answering. "I don't know," she admitted, her gaze focused on the bedspread rather than him. "But I know I will be." Her free hand then reach over and gently nudged his chest. "I know I'd be a lot better if you stopped blaming yourself."

Her hand remained there for a moment before she nudged him again. "Because it's not your fault. It's mine." Andy looked over at him with a serious yet sad expression. "Your nose, Alex, Ajax... That's all me. I was the one that was confused. I..." her voice trailed off as her cheeks began to flush slightly. She diverted her gaze as withdrew her hand from his chest.

Andy cleared her throat, making a sad attempt to change the conversation. "Anyway, you're tired and were up all night worrying. Get some sleep. Ok?"

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There, unfortunately, was no heart-to-heart with Liam. The Ares child didn't think like that. Wes' words had been so grating he couldn't hear any reason in them. If there was any to be had. He had his own set of rules - his own life experience to live by, and for him, no one could say anything different. That would mean that maybe, just maybe he was wrong about everything. What man wanted to admit that? Especially a bull-headed one like him?

Trinity showed up, Wes said something that Liam heard by didn't acknowledge, and whatever else was going on right now. There was a point in the last hour or so that he thought he could find some semblance of commonality in chattin' it up with another man, but him and Wes were worlds apart.

He was worlds apart from anyone, if he were more honest with himself.

Liam just shrugged his shoulders at the thought of Ilianna knowing anything about anything. He didn't care. She didn't know shit, and big mouse-eyes don't work on him like that. It's better that people know to steer clear of him. Nothing good could come of being around anyone here.

He waited for the pair to leave him be, not saying much about anything. He was sure to hear it from Trinity later - how he bullied her boyfriend. Liam was prepared to be beat to near death by his half-sister, but he's not going to bother himself with that right now.

The day dragged on forever, and he remained at that spot unmoving. Every now and again another Demigod would pass by, but no one was going to bug him. He didn't even look at them. Why was everything so suddenly irritating? Liam was supposed to be happy and free - running amok, causing a little trouble, training like the Olympic God he knew he was, but no... because that would mean his life was turning out how he wanted it, and the gods can't have that.

Liam wanted to move from this spot. He really did. His pride ached in every way, and it cemented him to the grass and the tree trunk. Anytime he lifted a finger, said a word, did anything, he was sure that it would be wrong somehow. Yet, he had to pick his ass up off of the ground. That ass, by the way, was numb. He groaned, rolling his head around like the pitiable man-giant, oaf he was. He buried his hands into his pockets and moved forward, slugging it down the path toward his cabin as if he had no other purpose than to be overly cautious.

When he came upon his cabin he stopped - far, far away. There was just enough distance between him and the cabin that he could see the light flicker on, then the silhouette of the woman that stayed with him. He sighed deeply, watching her in the shadow of the night, wondering if it was safe for him to go in. He didn't even know how much time he spent there, just gazing at her shadow flicker across the room, maybe even sometimes catching a glimpse of her through the window.

Liam caught her standing there, staring at the couch like it was diseased or something. His head flooded with assuming thoughts as if they were her own. Why would she stay there? Should she leave? Was he going to walk in at any moment? Should they talk it out? What was going to happen now?

Actually, those were his thoughts, too.

He soon just become enthralled with watching her quietly, even if there were moments where he wasn't really staring at her. He decided that it was best for him to stay away, and that felt okay to him.

It wasn't too long before she was asleep, even if it wasn't good at all. He looked up at the sky and wondered where all the time had gone, blinked his eyes several times, and then pushed himself off of the tree he had been leaning against. He didn't need to be in his own cabin to make sure Sylas wouldn't come around, he just had to be close by. The son of Ares opted to sleep outside, slumped against the back wall of the cabin so that he'd be out of sight whenever she came out.

He was fine there. It was the least he could do anyway.

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One couldn't call what he did sleep. Like Sloane, and probably many others, it was a long restless night. When he woke up, he waited for Sloane to leave before getting back into his cabin. He let Rocco out, slipped into the shower, got dressed, ate a little, then waited around a bit more. He couldn't be too safe in regards to when he could leave the cabin without facing whatever would pour over from yesterday. He only had one thing on his agenda today, and that was not to look desperate.

But he was, in fact, hopelessly desperate.

He rolled out of his cabin after he thought a certain brunette was steps ahead from him. Many steps. He wasn't ready, and he figured that she felt the same. That, and his heart-to-heart with Wes fell apart, as they always do. He couldn't even begin to decipher much of what was said to him, as a lot of it was just complete bullshit. Just his opinion, anyway. Some of it made a little sense, and yes, some of it he acknowledged quietly.

But then a thought hit him - Sylas. That guy ruled his brain right now. His brain was one-half Sylas and another half Sloane. They were both in there, twisting things and messing stuff up - for better or worse. Sylas was worse, and it had been a while since Sloane hadn't been in Liam's sight. A whole day, sure, but it felt like a really long time. He was sure that her brother wasn't done licking his wounds, and Sloane would be vulnerable without him.

No, she didn't need him.

Yes, she did.

No. Yes. He didn't know. He was standing there steps away from his cabin taking one step back, then another step forward - back, forward - spin around. Which way does he go? If he lumbers over her, then he's protecting her like she's helpless. If he doesn't, maybe she ends up helpless. Why didn't he know what to do anymore? Liam always knew what to do up until now.

To anyone passing by, he's just standing there... like an oaf. A very confused oaf.

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Trinity frowned looking to Wes who seemed bothered to say the least. And between the two men it seemed it was a large fault to tell Iliana Liam messed up Sylas. She didn’t technically say attacked, just heavily implied and Iliana would be a bit daft to think otherwise. But Trinity wasn’t a whizz at words. There was a possibility that Iliana wouldn't even bring it up in fear of any involved party.

“I mean if you really want, I can fix this and threaten her or actually beat her?”

"I need to change my shirt and an advil... or ten." Wes stated. He stepped up to her. Trinity lightly touched his wrist as he placed a kiss on her forehead. There was a whole different mood around the affectionate act. One she somehow wasn't assured by as usual.

Wes presumably headed to his cabin, the hall or just...away while Trinity stayed and stared vacantly forward before her accusing eyes darted to Liam. There was no aggression or hostility about it, but an ask to fill in the blanks. Unless her few comments annoyed Wes that much. But Liam was in his own world happy to play ignorant and silent.

She sighed out raking her fingers through her hair. Well she wasn't going to wait around for the likes of her big brother to break the ice because it wasn't happening. She headed to her cabin first retrieving Wes’s short and top then his cabin. Trinity knocked twice then proceeded to open the door anyway. It was hardly a warning but half courteous. Seeing Wes collapsed on his own furniture shirtless was…an instinctually nice sight, but he looked so fed up and defeated. Trinity placed his clothes nearby and approached.

“I…” Trinity didn’t really know what to say. The two knew each other’s virtues and compasses didn’t align on how to deal with certain issues. They were on opposite ends of the spectrum more often than not. Add a brother with a blunter view, sporting Ares's likeness through and through, and that could get more frustrating. She cupped his face and kissed his forehead this time, for dealing with their ways. She drew back to meet his eyes.

Trinity tickled the nape of his neck with one hand while the other ran through his unruly hair. “You didn’t get around to changing your shirt. Had any advil yet?” She smiled gently then leaned in to kiss his lips. The son of Aphrodite was amazing to tolerate her as long as he had and for that reason, and an extensive list of others, she kept kissing him, unwilling to draw away fully.

Trinity sighed out gently, lowering her head to his shoulder and cuddling him. All good things had to come to an end. Besides, regardless of a couple of smooches, it didn’t exactly wipe matters under the table. She snuck one more little kiss on his skin then joined him on the couch, laying her head on him, staring vacantly off. “I won't tell if you don't tell. Lazy day?” She poked out a pinkie.

What remained of the day was at least not rage-inducing. It wasn't very productive and that killed her soul but it was nice to relax and not worry about too many other things at the same time.


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Wes had lost track of how long he sat there, staring at the opposite wall while he rubbed his temple with his good hand. He looked up when he heard two knocks upon his door. It wasn't shortly after the rapping that Trinity let herself in. Her presence brought a small smile to his lips. His gaze fell to her hands where she held the clothes she borrowed. Part of him grew the tinniest bit sad at their return. There is something about seeing your girl wear your clothes that made any guy happy, and a small fraction of Wes hoped she'd keep them. But Trinity was the farthest thing from conventional when it came to girls. It was half of the reason he found her so damn attractive.

"I..." she started. Wes rose a curious brow as he tried to read her expressions. He didn't blame her for her brother. And, to be honest, he didn't even fully blame Liam. Ares kids were always so god damn stubborn and thick. Sometimes beating your head against a brick wall would bring you better results. But he had to try. Wes always had to try.

Standing before him, Trinity cupped his face and kissed his forehead. Wes smiled slightly as he looked up to meet her gaze while her fingers danced along the nape of his neck. "You didn’t get around to changing your shirt. Had any advil yet?" He sighed out a weak chuckle and shook his head.

Before Wes had a chance to respond, Trinity leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Unlike her other kisses that were usually aggressive and brief, this was tender and lingered. The gentleness in her touch made his heart flutter as he soaked up every moment of it. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek while his other took hold of her waist. His fingers slipped back through her hair allowing his thumb to stroke her neck lightly.

When she broke the kiss, it was too soon, but he didn't stop her. Wes held her there close, just for a moment, looking up into her eyes. "I love you." It was barely louder than a whisper. He didn't say it to hear it repeated back to him. He didn't say it to make her feel guilty for not saying it or not being there yet. He said it because in that moment he felt it so strongly. He had to say it. A woman as amazing as her deserved to hear it... every single day.

He adjusted on the couch, making sure there was more than enough room for her. Wes opened his arms for her as she moved in to rest her head on him. He gave her a gentle kiss on the head as he wrapped his arms around her. "I won't tell if you don't tell. Lazy day?" She then held out a pinkie.

Wes chuckled as his large pinkie nearly swallowed hers when he took hold of it. He didn't know lazy was in her vocabulary. But this was one of those moments where he knew, she did it for him. It just made him want to hold her closer and enjoy a simple quiet day with her. Gods knew, that quiet days were few and far between at camp. And while the day might not be all that exciting for Trinity, it would go down as one of his favorites, simply because they got to spend it together.

"I still owe you that date," he commented with a sad chuckle. It felt like ages since they made that silly bet. Wes couldn't help but be saddened that he hadn't delivered on it. "I had it all planned out too. It was going to be tonight... Andy was even going to help me set it up." He sighed, tapping his free hand on the armrest of the couch. "Camp has a funny way of messing a lot of things up."

The rest of the day was quiet, calm and stress free, something both of them needed desperately. They watched movies, but mostly talked about anything and everything. Wes couldn't remember the last time they had time together to just be themselves without the pressures of being a demigod looming overhead. All in all, a perfect day by his recollection.

At some point during one of Wes's long stories from his childhood Trinity fell asleep. For awhile, he didn't move. Like a cat owner when their pet falls asleep on them, he dared not disturb her. But once he thought she was deep enough, he gently scooped her up in his arms and carried her to bed. "It was going to be a perfect night..." he spoke softly to her as he pulled down the covers and laid her down. "Andy was going to conjure up a candlelit treehouse," Wes continued speaking to the sleeping blonde as he removed one of her shoes. "We'd have a picnic." He removed her other shoe.

Wes draped the blanket over her, then crouched down beside the bed. He gently brushed loose hair behind her ear as he sighed softly. "And then... I was going to ask you to be my girl, officially." His smile fell, just a bit, before leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. He exhaled softly as he pushed off his knees and stood up. Wes walked over to the other side of the room and changed into pajama pants, before sliding into bed.

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Morning came too soon, and Wes was still exhausted. He somehow managed to wake before Trinity, so he tried his best to climb out of bed without waking her. He dug around in his dresser finding another clean T-shirt and basketball shorts that he placed, neatly folded on the bed beside her, along with a fresh towel if she decided she wanted to shower. He then quietly exited the bedroom, shutting the door behind him so that she could sleep however late she wanted.

He shuffled through his cabin over to the kitchen. He had no idea what was even in his fridge and if it was good or not. He opened it up and found it to be bare. Wes sighed as he closed the door, pursing his lips in thought. He grabbed a note pad and jotted down a quick message for Trinity. He quietly placed it on top of the clothes he laid out for her, before stepping into his slippers and heading off to the mess hall.

On the note it read...

Went to get us breakfast.
Stay in bed as long as you'd like.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx– ♥ Wes

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xxxxxThe ground began to rumble and shake underfoot. The ground began to crack and splinter underfoot. Then, as if appearing out of thin air, Poseidon stepped forward followed close at heel by Hera, Hecate, Apollo, Ares, and Nemesis. "Enough!" His voice boomed so loud it reverberated all around them, like the earth trembled at his voice. With a tap of his trident on the ground, Hecate obeyed, snapping her fingers. Instantly, both Liam and Sylas were torn apart, shackled and forced to their knees. Poseidon gave the pair a side eyed glance with a sneer. "Take care of them, then meet me at the arena," he addressed both Ares and Apollo.

xxxxxThe God walked over to Sloane, whom remained knocked on the ground, and offered her a hand up. Once on her feet, he left her aid as quickly as he entered and continued toward the center of camp. Further down the path, Poseidon slams his trident into the ground once more sending a rumbling wave throughout the camp to gain everyone's attention before his voice boomed and echoed throughout the grounds. "Everyone to the arena, immediately."

xxxxxStaying behind, Apollo moved his focus to Sylas who looked near on the edge of death. He placed a single hand on the son of Eris and, within a few short moments, all his wounds are mended. Similarly, he does the same to Liam without a word. Once both of the demigods seemed to be repaired, aside from the blood that still stained their faces and clothes, the Gods helped them to their feet. Then, as instructed, Ares, with Liam in tow, and Apollo, with Sylas in tow, proceeded toward the arena.

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xxxxxAs everyone arrived at the arena, Poseidon, along with his fellow Gods were seated in the Pulvinus. They watched, stoic like statues, only moving to exchange hushed whispers amongst themselves. Once all the demigods arrived and took their seats, Poseidon stood and walked to the front of the balcony to address the camp.

xxxxx"I speak for us all when I say, we hoped it wouldn't come to this. But we were wrong. This camp has gone from a training ground for powerful demigods to nothing more than a teen soap opera. Zeus might not care, or only take interest when it's his own children... But not us." He motioned his hand toward the Gods that joined him. "This has gotten out of hand. Camp Athens is spiraling out of control. A demigod was killed by one of you're own last year and it nearly happened again here today."

xxxxx"You all need a lesson in discipline... and humility." Poseidon looked toward Hecate before motioning his hand to the center of the arena. The Goddess stood and proceeded to wave her hands in that direction. As she did, a stone archway rose up from the ground. It stood roughly seven feet tall and four feet wide. A simple looking piece of architecture. Hecate began to chant and with each word a shimmering aura grew in the middle of the arch, appearing to look similar to a portal. As she finished, the chanting seized and she returned to her seat.

xxxxx"We will end this infighting here and now." With each word he tapped his index finger down on the railing before him. "One by one, each and every one of you will pass through that archway. You will enter an illusion where your lies, deceit and dishonesty will be stripped away. Inside you will face your repressed traumas, deepest secrets or darkest fears." He stood there in silence for a long moment, looking between each and every demigod. "You will believe it is real because it will feel real. Your mind will not register that it is an illusion until you are no longer in it."

xxxxx"We would not be here if it were not for you both," he said looking between Liam and Sylas. "But in particular you," he added point at Liam. "You will go last. You will sit there and watch as every single person here suffers through their trial because of you. And because your judgement is clouded due to some girl... You will suffer through watching her go first, knowing you can do nothing to ease her struggle."

xxxxxPoseidon turned away from the crowd and returned to his seat. Once settled in his chair, he slammed his trident against the ground before calling out to the demigods. "Sloane Astor. Step forward."

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Typically one to learn from mistakes, Evelyn did herself a favor by keeping herself company in the morning. As dull and against her nature as it was. Not that any harm could come from offering the likes of Ethan and Heath an apology over breakfast for her more stand-offish and challenging side shining through at the beach.

Her finger swirled around a slightly overgrown patch of grass and she found herself tempted to tug, pulling it from the earth. The moment she acknowledged the thought, she released and calmly pat over the ground, almost in apology for ever having such a destructive thought. Turned out there was still a lot brewing in her mind, the uneasiest being a new found lack of confidence in herself. Before camp she knew exactly where she'd stand on certain topics and how she'd react to things. That sense and predictability of self were now lost.

Evelyn got a harsh awakening. The ground all but vibrated and shook violently from under her. "Everyone to the arena, immediately," the source ordered. Evelyn obeyed the voice that could emanate such power without a second thought. She thought herself one of the earlier arrivals, given her brisk pace, but there were a few before her. Among them, the Eris siblings, and the mean-looking brute. But the men of the group were shackled. That was interesting to say the least. If Gods were to restrain the demi-beings they must have done wrong and have been deemed particularly out of control. If it weren't deserved and Sylas under such a watchful eye of a god or two, she might have shuffled nearby.

While scenarios ran through her head, only imaging such a case, she found herself a seat. She entwined her fingers with her two index's tapping her lip. Whatever she thought of, why ever they were here, she knew it'd be short of reality. Thankfully Poseidon drew some mercy by pronouncing why they had gathered at least and why so many gods were present.

"We would not be here if it were not for you both. But in particular you," Poseidon gestured to the bulkiest of men. Evelyn paused. "You will go last. You will sit there and watch as every single person here suffers through their trial because of you. And because your judgement is clouded due to some girl... You will suffer through watching her go first, knowing you can do nothing to ease her struggle."

The gods were certainly gifted with punishment. But somehow she imagined he wouldn't be bothered by other's suffering and turmoil, even the anger that could be directed towards him as a cause, aside from those he had a shred of care for. Evelyn's eyes shifted to Sylas. Nor would he care, aside from when his own was exposed.

Sloane was called to go first. Evelyn was entranced to see a major adversity of hers and how the gods magic worked. As things unravelled, it got progressively worse. Sylas seemed to have wrapped Liam's own mind up. It might have been like watching a movie, but this featured people she knew and real potential to happen making the scenario a cocktail of engaging and disturbing. She was doing her best to scrutinize the scene and behaviour of the illusions, right up to Liam slitting his own throat, causing blood to spurt on Sloane.

Evelyn turned her head away, sickness seeming to creep into her stomach. There were a few monsters in one vision, but Evelyn knew the biggest in Sloane's mind. Frankly, she felt for the girl. As the trials went onward, it seemed inappropriate to move positions for comfort. Evelyn resumed her habit of tapping her lips, sitting in wait.

Heath was called. Another she was most anxious to peek inside of. His test featured losing and failing Iliana, the godly parents and being buried to an extent. The pressures of being the good son of Athena. The shifting and movement in her peripheral did draw her attention to Iliana, trying to burst up from her seat to reach him sooner. But it all had to play out. Once they stepped into the arena, they were alone. They had to face their adversities alone. But at least in the end, when they returned to their seats, they had each other.




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"I still owe you that date," he commented with a sad chuckle. "I had it all planned out too. It was going to be tonight... Andy was even going to help me set it up. Camp has a funny way of messing a lot of things up."

Despite his sadness, Trinity smiled, happy he had even remembered it. A date, she would think, would be one of the first things to sweep under the rug in camp but not in Wes’ book. “It's okay, there's no time restriction on when it has to happen.” Even she was a little surprised to hear herself offer assurance rather than squirm at the idea of an official date. But there it was. And camp was camp.

Somewhere in their talk, she dozed off peacefully against Wes. She tried to stay awake for him but comfort and tiredness won out.

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She woke in half a daze. It took pushing her blonde mess away from her heavy eyes and a look around to figure she fell asleep and Wes carried her to his bed. But the funniest part was no Wes. Trinity frowned a little, pushing herself to sit up. Thankfully there was a note on the bedside table atop of some clothes. Somehow, it gave her comfort that he'd be back and that he wasn't just lending her his space.

However, the comfort and peace of the morning wasn’t long lasting. Suddenly the cabin shook, and Trinity pinged wide awake, holding her hands out half expecting to be thrown off balance. A voice ordered them to a meeting point. The next she had to do was get changed with the clothes Wes left on the bed side table for her. “What the fuck?”Trinity whispered to herself, looking all around as she hiked up some basketball shorts. She hoped for explanations but given she was alone in a cabin that wasn’t hers, she probably wouldn’t get that.

She all but barrelled out the door. “What is happening?”

Once arriving at the arena, Trinity got a feeling of dread seeing the Gods waiting as every camper filed in. It took Trinity a decent study of the environment for her to see her brother tied. Half or full blood, no matter what he did, he didn't deserve to be bound like some prisoner. She straightened, a hand grabbing Wesley's knee, fighting the reflex to free Liam or have some outburst and protest against the treatment. But before she could even begin to dive into the internal debate of logic verse instinct, Poseidon began to speak. Her eyes flickered to the god, hearing what summoned most of them and what was due for the demigods.

A part of her wanted to clutch her hair and scream or maybe growl that Liam got so much bad limelight. But there was no time to act out because Sloane was made to go first. To see just what was in store, Trinity waited attentively but restlessly, eyes glued to Sloane as she walked through the archway and how her world transformed.

Dead dog. Void Liam. Asshole brother. When Liam plucked Sloane up and was strangling her, her eyes sought the real version of the son of Ares. But it took an abrupt turn. Sloane's trial even brought a gasp to Trinity's lips seeing Liam slice his own throat like that. She brought a hand to her throat to suppress anymore audible reactions, or maybe imagine it hadn't happened. Although not much beat the sound of Sloane's screams and the horrific scene that played out before them. When it ended, it brought some relief to Trinity. So that was the potential of Sylas...and that's what Liam had dragged himself into.

The brunette tried to walk away with what dignity she could after that but Poseidon order she stay. A rule that applied to them all, she imagined. “Wesley...” she muttered to express her anxieties. But the next demigod was called upon.

And so Heath's vision played out in front of them all. And the next one would. Then the next one... Trinity's eyes would seek out Liam now and then. The same way her hand would grab Wes a little tighter occasionally. Because soon, their time would come.


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Wes wasn't necessarily in a huge rush or anything, but he was trying his best to get to the mess hall and back to the cabin before Trinity woke. So, it was safe to say his pace was brisk as he followed the paths through camp. He wasn't paying attention to anyone he passed by, nor did he particularly care. He looked like he was straight out of bed, still wearing his pajamas, and to be honest, he still hadn't completely woken up either.

Unfortunately, other people were more morning people than he was. As he was walking an all too peppy brunette approached him, matching his pace. He was content with saying nothing. Honestly, Aphrodite kids had to deal with weirder things on a regular basis. Came with the whole natural allure. But this girl seemed to want to have a chat. "Hi there! I don't think we've met yet right? My name is Penelope, but I prefer Nelly. I am Hermes's daughter. Might I ask for your name and who your divine parent is?"

Wes all but stopped where he was trying to catch up with the fast talking and everything thrown at him so fast. His brows furrowed as he tried to process it all, while also trying to think of his own response. "Uh... Wes and Aphrodite." He stood there awkwardly for a moment before continuing. "Alrighty then. I have to go get breakfast for my girlfriend and I. Nice meeting you, Penelope that prefers Nelly." That was the best farewell he could muster while still tired. Then he continued toward the mess hall.

He had barely made a full plate for Trinity when he felt the ground tremble beneath him, causing Wes to lose half of the food to the floor as he steadied himself. He looked around at the others that happened to be there to see if any of them were the culprit or knew what was going on. Before he could ask anyone, a loud thunderous voice echoed throughout the room. "Everyone to the arena, immediately."

For a moment he stood their wondering if he had actually woken up that morning. Perhaps it was all a dream. He looked down at his lack of shirt. It'd make sense for a dream... Being caught in a strange situation half undressed. He sighed. Wes contemplated running back to his cabin to grab Trin and perhaps a shirt. But whomever demanded their attention did seem like the patient or understanding sort. He looked back at the food longingly, before scoffing and heading out of the hall toward the arena.

Wes managed to run into Trinity, just before entering the arena. He didn't know if the implications of her in his clothes and him shirtless in pajamas mattered to her. He couldn't help but instantly feel a bit guilty as they walked together to take a seat. Hopefully, it didn't cross her mind in light of whatever was going on. It wasn't until they both got situated that Wes realized the Gods in the distance, watching them in silence as they all filed in.

Trinity's hand grabbed at his knee, getting his attention. Wes's gaze followed hers, tilting his head upward to catch a glimpse of what she saw... Liam and Sylas in shackles. He gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders, while his other hand reached across his lap to take a hold of hers. "Hey," he whispered. "It'll be ok." He wanted to say more, but Poseidon stepped forward and demanded their attention.

It seemed the more the God said, the more uncomfortable he got. Then he pointed blame at Liam. Wes, subtly glanced over at the son of Ares, trying not to draw Trinity's attention. His face saddened at the look of him. Poseidon didn't say what exactly happened, but there was no doubt that there must have been an altercation of some kind. He could feel the anger radiating off of Liam. "Sloane Astor. Step forward." Wes's heart sank for the poor girl as she was forced to go first, like a guinea pig to show everyone else what was in store.

Sloane stepped through the archway and what played out before them was like a horror film. The dead puppy was enough to churn anyone's stomach, but he actually tensed at the sight of Liam like a statue. He watched, intently, as Sylas made a puppet out of him and bent him to his will. It made Wes shift, uncomfortably. Seeing the demigods potential and how easily he could manipulate someone else was... terrifying. Then the son of Ares slit his own throat, drawing a gasp from Trin and causing Wes to turn his head away. But it was the scream. It ran down his spine like a sickening chill, making the hairs on his arm stand on end.

He felt bad for Sloane, especially as she tried to leave but was denied. As if the torture of facing what scared them most wasn't enough... They'd have to sit and watch each other go through that pain, over and over. He slowly slunk further back into his seat. It was going to be a long day.

"Wesley..." Trinity said quietly. He could hear her fear, something he also felt. He swallowed while nodding slightly.

He pulled her a little bit closer, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder. "I'll be right here," he reassured her as he slid his fingers between hers.

Then Heath was called forward. Someone Wes wasn't familiar with at camp. While part of him was curious to see how the demigod's trial played out, he couldn't also feel like he was invading everyone's privacy by watching their secrets and fears play out before him. He wanted to look away, but no matter how much he tried... Curiosity took over and he had to look.

Part of him was slightly relieved that Heath's judgement didn't involve as much blood. But, unfortunately, it did not lack in death. His brows quirked up at the sound of Iliana's voice, curious to see that perhaps she was not always mute. Yet, no sooner than hearing that, she threw herself from a cliff. He winced again. Gods, this was rough. He didn't know what he was more worried about, his own trial or Trinity's. All he could do was take a deep breath, and try to remain as calm as possible... for Trin.




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Sylas remained on the ground, the dirt turned to mud from his own blood. It was hard to breath, making him cough through the fluid that blocked his airways. The ground rumbled and Gods stepped forward. He had difficulty making out whatever they were saying. But one minute he went from lying on his back to being on his knees with his hands shackled before him. "Take care of them, then meet me at the arena," one of the more intimidating Gods said before heading down a path.

He remained knelt on the ground as Poseidon called for everyone to go the arena, leaving himself and Liam behind in the care of two other Gods. Sylas presumed one to be Ares based on the looks he gave the son of Ares. And once the other put his hand on him, healing all of his wounds until the only proof that he was bloodied was the stains in his shirt, he knew it was Apollo. Sylas didn't saying anything, but nodded his head in brief thanks, only because it felt like what was right.

Once finished, Apollo and Ares helped them both off the ground and lead them to the arena in silence. They made sure to keep a distance between the two in case they decided to lash out again. Sylas had no intention of inciting anymore anger out of the oaf, not yet anyway. It seemed what little bit he had done had caused quite the domino effect. He was more than eager to see how this would play out, but he dare not let that be seen.

The Gods lead them into the arena, making them sit in the stands, closer to the other Gods, to keep an eye on them. Sylas took his seat, making sure there was several feet between himself and Liam. He watched as demigods slowly entered, taking their seats sporadically around the colosseum. Then, a striking redhead enter and for a brief moment their eyes met. Surprisingly, to anyone else, he felt a bit ashamed, having Evelyn see him like that. His gaze fell to his hands until she looked away. Whether or not she enticed him so, he doubted that seeing him like this or whatever else the Gods had up their sleeves would make her desire to come anywhere near him.

Poseidon began his inevitable speech that gained everyone's attention. While Sylas couldn't be bothered by what the man said, it was the topic of custom tailored judgement that caused him to listen. "We would not be here if it were not for you both," the God looked between himself and Liam. "But in particular you. You will go last," he said to the son of Ares. "You will sit there and watch as every single person here suffers through their trial because of you. And because your judgement is clouded due to some girl... You will suffer through watching her go first, knowing you can do nothing to ease her struggle."

His curiosity piqued when Sloane was called forward. A tactical move by a powerful God. It was a bold move indeed, something Sylas himself would do if he were in Poseidon's shoes. While he might not have someone in his life that it would pain him to see suffer, there was no doubt that it'd make Liam writhe in his seat seeing Sloane go through her illusion... and first. Plus, he was also interested to see what dark and twisted fears toiled in that mind of hers. Others might feel for her and sympathize, Sylas would only see fuel. That's what this whole judgement was to him... a way to see how to get under everyone's skin.

What played out before them, was nothing short of what Sylas expected from his sister. Part of him was impressed that she thought he was capable of such deviousness. She knew him better than he had thought, but better yet, she was scared of what he was capable of. There was no doubt of that. Then there was a scream... nothing like he'd ever heard before. It was blood curdling and sharp... Authentic.

And then there was Heath. Disgustingly boring boy who never seemed to know how to remove his head from the ass of his other siblings... Who, quite frankly, Sylas forgot their names. They bored him. But nevertheless, he watched. Death of a sibling and being severely inadequate to his parent, the later he could understand on some level. His gaze slowly drifted over to the boy and his reunion with his mute sister. Added to his mental check list, to get to Heath involved the mousy blonde. Good to know, although he doubted that knowledge would ever be anything of worth.




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Andy wasted far too much time in the shower. She had been clean for awhile, just enjoying the steamy water on her sore muscles. She was already starting to feel better, in no small part due to Cherise's healing. If it hadn't been for that, she'd probably still be immobile in the med hut. So, sore muscles and ribs was a welcomed preference. But even she couldn't stay locked away in her shower all day. With a sigh, she finally shut off the water and stepped out.

While she was feeling much better, Andy still wasn't near one hundred percent. She opted for clothes that seemed to be easier to get into than some of her others, not that her wardrobe screamed girly girl or anything. The most difficult part was wiggling into her jeans. Thankfully it didn't really hurt, most of her pain was in her torso, but her strength still wasn't back to its prime. So, she had to do a little jig and jump to get them up over her hips.

After slipping on a pair of sneakers, Andy headed out towards the hall. It didn't take her long to get there, and to no surprise, she found Mason had already beat her there and was halfway finished with his breakfast. She made her way over to the food, where Wes stood half dressed and half awake making his own plate. She flashed him a brief smile and just before she was able to grab a plate, the ground began to roar and vibrate beneath them. Her hands reached out and took a hold of the table until everything subsided. And as she turned to look toward Mason, a deep voice carried across camp. "Everyone to the arena, immediately."

Then everything was quiet. Andy didn't bother getting food. She hurried over to Mason instead, looking confused and worried... Like everyone else in the hall did. "What the hell was that?!"

She knew there was no way Mason would let her out of his site when something strange like this was going on, especially in her condition... No matter how much better she felt. This was one time Andy didn't argue. She grabbed an apple before heading to the arena with Mason so he wouldn't nag her about how she didn't eat later, although she doubted it'd get eaten at all.

It wasn't long before they were at the arena and by the time they arrived, nearly everyone was there. Right away she noticed the Gods who were sitting and waiting for their arrival... including her mother. Hecate tried to make eye contact with her, but Andy looked away and continued into the stands. She took a hold of Mason's arm and lead them over so that she could take a seat beside Trinity. She looked over at her friend, giving the blonde a weak smile. But she never said anything. After all, what was there to say?

Andy sat there silent as Poseidon began to address them all. At first, she thought they were just being scolded. A slap on the hand and a finger wag, nothing more. But then he spoke of illusions accompanied by a portal created by her mother. A chill instantly went down her spine at the thought. Andy couldn't fight the panic that began to overwhelm her at the thought of what she'd encounter in there... the underworld? Her brother's death? Or worse, the thing she's been refusing to do or acknowledge?! As the fear began to sink in, she took hold of Mason's hand needing a false sense of security as they went into whatever was ahead.

And then it began, with Sloane no less. The girl walked through the portal and the whole atmosphere of the arena changed. It was like watching a strange immersive play, like a movie playing before their eyes in real time but there was also a weird detachment. It wasn't a spectacle but like looking into someone's mind and watching their thoughts play out. It as private and personal, and it made her feel anxious like reading someone's diary knowing they could round the corner any moment and you'd be caught.

Sloane's trial was terrifying... like something someone would only see in a horror movie. All the blood, manipulation and death. Andy found herself wincing and looking away when Liam slit his throat. Then when she looked back Sloane was covered in his blood like Carrie before letting out a high pitch scream and then the illusion faded. She felt like there need to be time for that to process, for both Sloane and the on lookers. But Poseidon wasted no time and called up his next victim, Heath.

Andy didn't know much about the boy beyond the time they shared in the closet two nights prior. She didn't know what to expect when seeing his own struggles. But his judgement also included death... Why did she feel like that was going to be a reoccurring theme? Heath's didn't seem to be as bloody or intense, but it made it no less emotional. It seemed with every death, her hand only seemed to hold Mason's tighter. Gods she wanted this over quickly.

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Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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#EB641D || New Outfit || Pulvinus

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Sylas was one lucky bastard; for the only being on this planet that could rip this murderous behemoth off of him would be a god, and he came. A small group of them. He was on top of the child of Eris, thick fingers eager to feel the air strained at his stupid little throat. It felt good; the thought of taking someone’s life like this. That’s how nasty the rage inside of him genuinely was, and it believed it was the right thing to do. It believed that there was no other way in this world than dealing in ruthless death.

By the time he was pried off and shackled, his clothes were bloodstained and his jacket had ripped at the seams; as if he had become Hulk, only less dramatic. He didn’t bother looking over at any of the gods, especially Poseidon. Who were they to scold anyone for pettiness anyway? His eyes were still on Sylas, and his chest heaved heavily. It almost seemed like a snorting sound came from his nostrils, akin to an overly excited bull ready to barrel out of its holding place.

When all got to Pulvinus, the rage had yet to fully subside. For some reason, Sylas’ power still lurked in there like a shadow. The fact that he was still alive was enough to make Liam hungry for blood.

"You will go last. You will sit there and watch as every single person here suffers through their trial because of you. And because your judgement is clouded due to some girl... You will suffer through watching her go first, knowing you can do nothing to ease her struggle."

Liam tried his best not to scoff, but his eyes rolled nearly to the back of his skull at the implication that he was to blame for everything. He looked over at his father and spit over in his general direction, "Rumor around the Myth mill is that none of you asshats have any room to talk about fighting over a girl. And you Ares - you like seeing you children caged like animals. Don’t you? First it was my sister, now it’s me. You’re a little bitch, and I swear - one day, you’re going to regret the day I was born." The son of Ares couldn’t care less that his voice boomed in warning for everyone to hear him. He began to laugh a little at this; still feeling that murderous rage snaking through his blood. Liam was never one to not say exactly what was on his mind.

"I don’t give a fuck, Fishboy. Now everyone here will remember how much you’ve all abandoned your children." At that time, he meant every word of that. It would do some of these Demigods well to see their own fears, or whatever it was that Poseidon was doing to them. He raised both of his shackled hands, lifting a finger, "I wonder if that little girl - what’s her name, Alex? I wonder if this would have been her treatment had she been anyone else’s child. In fact - where is she? The rest of us have gutless duds for godly parents. So unlucky." His eyes met various Demigods in the arena as he spoke.

At this point, after having to see his own sister imprisoned on his first day here, and now himself - his view of the gods were only getting worse. "I wonder how everyone else feels about that..." He’d let that linger in the air for a little bit, then it was Sloane center stage. He didn’t think this whole ordeal was going to be that bad, but he was simple-minded enough like that. He remained in his spot, shackled, and leaned back. He hoped his aura radiated enough threat to keep everyone else away from him. In fact, anyone that was more sensitive to emotion would probably stay far, far away. He chose a place surrounded by no one, as he didn’t want to be bothered. He said his piece and made his promise with daddy.

His attention focused, and as the effects of Sylas’ magic died out, likely due to whatever was going on in Pulvinus, he started to remember what he did. His eyes widened for a second, and as he watched the brunette descend the steps. He pushed her. How hard did he do it? Why did he touch her? He couldn’t think of any reason why he would do something like that. He didn’t remember anyone telling him to, but that was the nature of Sylas’ power. The worst part is that Liam was so enraged that everything Sloane told him about their powers had leaked out of his brain alongside his common sense.

Guilt washed over him like the heaviest fucking wave ever created by an ocean. He stood up, and the way he tried to break through the shackles actually started to make his wrists bleed. "Sloane! he called out, and just as he started to barrel toward her, a voice stopped him in his tracks. Hera’s voice echoed through his mind, and he could not do anything but obey, sit down. Do not move. The giant that was Liam plopped his ass down once more. There was nothing more he could do at this point.

The scene that played before him started out simple and… carefree. It was just Sloane looking for him. It almost felt like it was a natural thing - her coming home, and maybe he was there waiting for her. But that turned into a horror scene right off the bat. It didn’t scare Liam, but boy - OH BOY - did it really piss him off. There was Rocco; dead in a puddle of his own blood, and she had to find the pup that way. Liam knew this wasn’t reality, but she didn’t. He could feel his anger rising again, as if it were possible for him to get any madder. Was it possible?

They were all about to find out.

Of course, Sylas was there - like the troublesome little snake he was. Liam shot Sylas a glance, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

It’s not real, he reminded himself in a thought. But why was every inch of his body quaking with anger? He couldn’t move his body - not one limb, yet he shook like a rabid, frothing canine. All that rage radiated from him like a searing heat, enough for even those that were not sensitive to emotion to notice. He wanted to erupt at every second of watching himself do things he wouldn’t do.

He wouldn’t do that. Would he? He already did. Didn’t he?

Liam’s death by his own hand hardly phased the man himself. Death was of no concern to this child. In fact, death felt better than living at this point. Men like him and Sylas, maybe they didn’t deserve anything good.

When Sloane stepped out of her own nightmare and her eyes met his, he just looked away.

He didn’t give a fuck about anyone else’s crap. There were only two things on his mind - the children of Eris and anger. Anger at his father, the gods… Alex. How’d a fight earn a harsher punishment than murder? Why was he being treated like some monster? Why does everyone else get away with everything else? Sloane softened him. He let his guard down. That was him. This man sitting here right now, and the one in her trial - that was Liam.

"You want the monster? Fine. I’ll be the monster," he murmured under his breath, not caring if anyone else heard that. Who was going to do anything about it?

For the rest of the trial, he'd just sit there. He didn't look at anyone. He no longer shook violently, and it almost looked like his breathing was calm. There were just his emotions, buried deep within that now aloof facade.

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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: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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Daniel Vadas
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ImageOne last theatrical flip and - "Everyone to the arena, immediately." Splat. The pancake missed the pan and fell to the floor. But the voice that called out was one that demanded obedience. Or at least was one he personally didn't want to trifle with. Interesting though. It wasn't Zeus or his spawn.

Daniel turned off the Valis cabin appliances and hurried to the arena for this urgent summoning. He fell into a seat automatically, not caring for once who he ended up by, eyes only intrigued on the congregation of Gods and what was in store for him and fellow peers. From there, Poseidon laid down the law. Daniel's eyes shifted to the Witch-Goddess curiously as she summoned an archway for more of a sense of what was happening. The answer came after, being nothing but bad news. And for calling the attention of the gods and hell to pay, Poseidon even said who they could thank: being Slenderman and Mr. Roids. Usually, one to try find a bright side, Daniel couldn't and he gave a dirty look to the perpetrators. Basically, they all had to be exposed and raw for everyone to see because a couple of campers acted out.

One Sloane Astor was called first and Daniel didn't doubt for a second about how Poseidon told them they'd feel and know nothing else other than the illusion the moment they stepped through the portal. So good luck to her. Because he didn't know the girl, he naively expected less drama. Maybe like giant spiders, but no, they got a whole emotional, brutal and personal horror show. Once again fortifying what a vulnerable time this would be for them all. Nobody could escape the gods' powers or bury their own secrets, traumas, fears. The worst would come.

"Heath Taylor! Step forward!" Another person's deepest fears were put on display for them to see.

"Daniel Vadas!" A part of him wanted to shrink down and go back to having identity issues so he didn't have to stand and expose fears as well as face some buried trauma. But the combination of Poseidon and Ares stern gaze moved him onward and through the portal.


He found himself in the hall, something oppressive in the air. Around him the demigods looked like they used to, demigods he hadn't seen in a year, even Wes in his peripheral had two arms. Daniel stepped up to Andy. "You okay sis? You look like you're ready." And that she was, dressed in battle gear, light armor and armed. He gave her a weak smile before pulling her into a long hug, and he kept holding her for a time.

"I'm kind of terrified," she admitted in a whisper.

Something churned in his gut saying he didn't want to let go. Once he did, bad things would happen. He didn't want anyone to step out of the hall. But he let her go, like it couldn't be helped and tapped her chin unwillingly. "Wish I met you sooner."

"Yeah... Well, we're going to survive this so you can bug me more."

Those words made his heart sink. Oh no. This was worse than de ja vu. Daniel demanded he stop and do something different. Lock the doors, teleport away, etc. but it was like his body was on autopilot and two consciences were clashing. He approached Alex next, dropping off a comment to ease the tension. She sighed and bumped past him, and he couldn't even avoid her literal cold shoulder. He strode to Trinity next, looking for comfort in a plan the Valises hadn't given but most the demigods had already dispersed outside, prepared for a fight as individuals. And he himself followed in doomed footsteps.

Stonemen charged at the demigods, finding gaps through the barrier set around camp and they fought them off for the most part though Daniel felt off balance and like it was all too hectic to handle. They were playing heavy defence. But then the barrier that bought them time started to flicker and crash, making way for the giants to barrel through.

This is when it happened. He wanted to back away, even if his peers thought him a coward, he'd rather run and survive for another day. But he stood his ground, set to make the same mistake, and forced a giant to its knees with his powers. He gave the extra pull with all his might and power, appearing to make the giant's chest leap outward. Stop! Look over your shoulder. Let go! No matter what his voice demanded or how he hoped somebody else could alter this nightmare, he knew what was due.

A harsh pain suddenly emerged, puncturing through his body like a pin cushion, the tip of a blade poking out his chest. The giant smirked. The steel withdrew slowly and the battle continued on around him. "And..-" he couldn't say her name as breath left him. Shortly after, so did his whole life.

From that moment he faced a void. There was nothingness. No Styx, hospital room, Elysium, Underworld. Emptiness. And him all alone. Of course he tried some magic but to no avail. "Mom?" he called, pacing around.

Slowly, his limitless cage did begin to take on some cloudy shapes. The first that materialised was a pyre. Some demigods gathered around but no tears were shed and there was some bullshit organic speech made. "A good friend and acquaintance to us all, he will be missed." Daniel scoffed unimpressed, meanwhile people phased right through him when returning to their cabins. If this was the departure he got as the last farwell...where was Andy!? Or Mason. Despite his suspicions he did try snapping his fingers in a couple of demigods faces, demanding attention but he didn't exist to them.

It took a bit of wandering to locate his sister, but when he found her she had reserved herself to crying and scribbling on some paper. Daniel hated to see her in such a state so he crept closer. "I'm still here, you're not alone." But Andy didn't even twitch. He frowned stepping closer to see she had a small fire going, and she tossed in a locket, symbols etched into the table. "Hey, no, no, whatever voodoo you're doing, stop."

As expected his sister didn't respond. Hecate emerged from another room. "You're sure about this?"

Daniel's eyes narrowed into a squint and he peeked over Andy's shoulder spotting a memory spell. Before he could order not to, they were off with the chanting. Daniel stood there stunned she could do such a thing without second thought- even if there was a second thought, she did it regardless! Hecate was partly to blame but Andy he had more hope in, she had to have more sense than that. His heart pounded dangerously at the betrayal and consequences to follow. Andy's face went blank and her emotions seemed to subside, and she wiped away some tears like they were foreign.

Image "The effects of war toll us all. But at least you didn't lose anybody important," Hecate said.

His eyes lifted to a glare on his mother before he turned and walked away. Daniel paced off to inspect the domino effect of the spell. No photos of him, no cabin or possessions, no furniture, no gravesite. They had plunged him into a state of non-existence entirely. "What have you done?"

Somebody had to remember something or see him. He tried several attempts to get attention, from ghosting things to trying to shake his peers, the frustration and reality only settling in with every passing second. He'd rather the blissful abyss.

"Hey." A gorgeous brunette offered an assuring smile, emanating instant comfort, warmth and trust.

Daniel mirrored her smile and started towards her. Of course, if anyone could pull a miracle, it'd be her. Somebody passed through him, wrapping Cherise up in an arm and they walked off together.

Daniel fell against a wall in defeat. Before he knew it, his palm then fist struck at it a few times before sliding down. Erased from existence entirely.... He hugged his legs and hung his head down wishing there was no after life for him. That he died and the lights simply went out.

A breeze hit his skin and Daniel lifted his head from the ball he was morphing into. He was in the arena - no. He was back in the arena. A tear escaped his eye from what he was suppressing in the illusion and he returned to his seat with what left over dignity allowed.




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He had showered, headed to the hall for something to eat, and just at the tail end of his breakfast, Andy came through. She only had to wait a little longer but he guessed patience wasn't her virtue. However that turned out to be the least of his worries.

The ground shook beneath them. Mason tried to jump to his feet, but as quick as it came it subsided, followed by a voice ordering them to meet in the arena. Mason gave the same startled and confused expression as Andy had to him when she flashed by his side. "What the hell was that?!"

He held her for a second though the semi quake had gone. "I have no idea." He looked her over, checking she was okay. The only outstanding condition being her emotional state, like a lot of people's in that moment. "Stay close, okay?" Mason rubbed her arm before releasing her.

The only thing to do from there was listen to the voice and head to the arena. When he saw the Gods lying in wait for them, he felt immediate dread and they all willingly signed their executions, trapping themselves in the Gods mercy. But, he had to note, at least there was no Zeus. Where was the big guy?

Mason let himself absently get dragged along with Andy expecting to see Zeus emerge and punish them all for not bowing before Alex and Ajax. Although there was no Zeus taking the reins, Mason wasn't far off the truth. Poseidon dove into a lecture of how pathetic there quarelling was. He didn't mind the scolding so much even if it did hit home but then there was the catch. A supposed solution that Mason hated right away. They'd enter an illusion where they bare all. It seemed he wasn't the only one to dislike the idea as Andy grabbed his hand, her demeanor changing into a frightened deer's.

He clenched her hand leaning towards her, eyes on the portal as Sloane approached. "It'll be over quickly. You and Daniel will thrive in an illusion."

Turned out watching the first victim's to the Gods punishment wasn't very quick or painless. The girl had layers of issues in her illusion and they all got to see it. Mason swallowed guiltily for offering Andy sweet nothings. Then Sloane was told to stay and watch everyone else's. Great.

The hair model was called next. His illusion was also soul bearing and a spectacle for everyone. Somewhere in the seats the emotional mute was getting antsy and causing scene. He supposed it did hurt seeing the ones you love in pain. Meanwhile Andy was gripping his hand tighter. "It's okay," he whispered.

Like the universe had to counter everything he said, Daniel was summoned next. Even he looked weary about the whole process. Once Daniel's began to play out, Mason quickly recognized it was the beginning of the war last year. Daniel had a giant down, and Mason found himself in Iliana's shoes for once, wanting to lunge out of his seat and help him or support him as one would a football game or something. Come on, buddy. He saw one of those stonemen slip behind him. The blade ran its course, piercing through Daniel and Mason winced.

Where was he at that time? Why wasn't anyone watching Daniel's back? Mason risked a look at Andy in the corner of his eyes as Daniel's hell rolled onwards until he was some forgotten ghost. Mason thought on that for a bit. A life without Daniel ever entering, or, knowing about him. He guessed if there ever was some poltergeist at camp, it'd be Daniel driving himself mad in loneliness.

Mason followed his friend all the way back to his seat. He'd be okay. Once they finished up here, Mason would see him and they'd talk some things out.

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