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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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Trinity Tamara Wallace

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A g e
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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.”
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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.”
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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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Characters Present

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
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"Not all of us. But I suppose I can see your point," he replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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


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When Andy mentioned Jennova, Mason went ridged. He pulled himself from her, leaving her sitting there stiff... Just staring at her hands as they rested in her lap. She hated how he was blew hot and cold, it gave her whiplash. With him pulled from her, she scooted herself apart from him slightly with a sigh. "...I lost a sibling too, Mason," she said, barely louder than a whisper.

Then there was silence. Not that she was surprised. Maybe that's why Andy so rarely opened up anymore. People just looked at her like she was mad. Mason and herself had both been through a lot and more than anything, she just needed someone she could... be herself around, where she didn't have to pretend like she was ok all the time. She hoped that Mason would understand compared to the others.

"How'd you survive without me?"

Andy turned her head slightly toward Mason. Her expression was peaceful, like a sad sort of acceptance. "I didn't." She had long accepted that she wasn't the same girl from last year. Everything had changed... including herself. She was a ghost of her former self and surprisingly no one noticed.

“Hi guys,” Trinity said from across the table. Andy didn't even notice her approach, but a genuine smile came to her lips when she saw her. It's been so busy at camp as of late that she hardly had time to spend with Trin. Andy was thankful for her arrival. She wouldn't admit it, but she was scared what way that conversation could have turned. Not that Mason was much of a Let's talk about your feelings type of guy. “Sorry for interrupting but um...”

"You're always welcome," Andy said while motioning for Trinity to take a seat.

Something seemed to be bothering Trinity and the longer she was quiet, the more Andy grew uneasy. “I think your brother's here.” The words rang through Andy's mind like an alarm as she sat there unmoving. Before she could fathom to put together words Trinity continued. “I- I don't know if it's a spell or ghost form...”

Andy finally inhaled a sharp breath like she was gasping for air after nearly drowning. Her hands started to tremble as they rested on the table while her gaze was blank. "I—I—I don't understand... Where is he!? Why didn't he come see me!?" She quickly went from a daze to full on panic. Her thoughts flooded from her lips the second they hit her mind. Was he alive? Could he be? Why didn't Hecate tell her? Why didn't he come see her?

Everything began to spin as Andy grew lightheaded from the overwhelming news. It was like everything she had been dealing with for the past year had finally boiled over. Her right hand reached out for Mason as her vision went blurry. Before she could find him her eyes rolled back in her head as she feinted, her body tipping backwards off the bench.




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Sloane had tried to hold onto Wes the best she could but with the rain her grasp was slipping. She had underestimated his own strength until he lifted her along with him until her hold broke. She floundered as she fell a couple feet. But luckily her feet found a limb beneath her while her hands grasped at the slippery tree trunk. By the time she had her bearings and even contemplated going up after him again. He had the flag.

Honestly, she was just happy for this whole thing to be over. Sloane tried her best and thankfully her brother wasn't there to see her fail. Although they were on opposite teams, he wouldn't like seeing her disgrace the family name with her inability to stop Wes.

She caught her breath where she stood in the tree before looking back up to the victor. Sloane brushed wet locks of hair from her face as she extended a hand up toward Wes. "Here, let me help you."

It took sometime but eventually the two of them awkwardly made their way back down the tree. "Thanks, Wes said once his feet were firmly on the ground. At the bottom of the tree Ji-hyun waited, while Wes' hound was recalled back into the woods at the final horn of the game.




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"Good game you guys. I didn't hurt you, did I?" Wes asked Sloane as he ran a hand back through his wet hair.

"I'm good," Sloane responded with the best smile she could manage and a thumbs up. She didn't care that she lost. She just wanted to go back to her cabin and get into dry clothes more than anything. Physical activities were definitely not her forte.

We smiled toward the both of them, while offering them his fist in a friendly bump. "I'll see you all back at the main hall."

With the flag in hand, Wes took off in a jog through the rain back toward the main hall. His mind was still buzzing with the fact that he... out of everyone, had captured the flag. Even with the proof he doubted anyone would believe him.

He finally reached the main hall after many tumbles in the muck and mud on his way there. Wes trudged his way in through the door and shook his head, trying to get some of the water off. His eyes glanced around at the faces that sat around waiting for the results, but his smile faded slightly when there was no sign of Alex. He sighed slightly, hoping that he could figure out where she was but instead weaved his way through the tables toward a far one which held Mason, Andy and Trinity.

As he approached the table, Wes held the flag getting ready to toss it on the table like a football and do his touchdown dance. But he froze behind Trinity when he saw Andy's face and heard her babbling questions. "You told her?" he asked Trinity. It wasn't in an accusatory manor. She needed to be told and honestly hearing it from Trinity was better than her stumbling upon it on her own. No matter what the circumstances were that Andy found out, his heart ached for her.

He went to reach out his hand toward her, hoping to ease her emotions so that she could think clearly. But his hand was barely raised when she fell backward off her seat. "Andy!?"

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Image He took Andy's hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. She survived, sure but they both knew surviving and living were different. In the silence that passed, Mason was trying to muster the courage to apologise for everything that she'd been through and just as the words were about to depart, Trinity stood at the table. Had it been anyone else they'd likely receive a cold glare but he didn't mind the daughter of Ares.

“Hi guys. Sorry for interrupting but um...” He furrowed his brows as she looked between them and took a more serious soft tone. Right now they were using each other as stabilisers and Mason didn't feel like leaving Andy yet and he sensed more bad news. “I think your brother's here.”
Mason straightened again while his lips fell apart. But he was speechless.
“I- I don't know if it's a spell or ghost form...” Trinity tried to explain.
Mason only shook his head softly then glanced to Andy. He was almost afraid to see her eyes, to meet the grief, despair or anger behind them.
"I—I—I don't understand... Where is he!? Why didn't he come see me!?"
"Andy…I wanted to tell you, I -."
But the overload of emotions caught up to her and caused her to tip off balance. Mason's arms shot out catching her just in time. He blew out his lips in relief, then looked up to Trinity and Wesley. He wasn't sure what to do with her or the whole situation for a moment, however, he settled on getting her out of the gawking eyes of the hall. Mason wrapped one arm under her knees and the other around her back and begun to carry her out.
"Come on guys, she's gonna need the biggest support system she can get," he told Wesley and Trinity without looking back at them.

Any other day this would be Ajax's job and maybe that's why it felt a little odd for Mason to carry someone else's girl in his arms, but Andy was one of his most treasured friends and he couldn't leave her. Besides Ajax had his own drama. Mason carried Andy carefully to her cabin. They didn't need the med hut when the diagnosis was transparent and he wanted her to feel as comfortable as possible. He laid her down on her bed carefully. "Take it easy, Andy," he told her quietly. He had a feeling that wouldn't be the case once she got out of her light-headed spell.

He wandered off to fetch her a glass of water then regrouped with the other two. "So you've really seen him then?" Mason asked lowly. It was a big discovery and all the more puzzling at the same time. "Did he say much?"

It made a little more sense why he didn't see Daniel in the Underworld. Mason's pursed his lips. "I got some things to iron out with Andy if you two don't mind," he said, directing the news towards the blonde.


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Image “That's enough. Go. Now,” the girl ordered though the request personally felt a little late for Keith. Still, somewhere in him was a slither of gratitude. Had she not decided to intervene things could have turned out worse. “Why would you allow yourself to become McFly?”
That was her first question? Keith glanced up to her for a moment before deciding it seemed genuine enough and slowly moved to sit-up position. Least she got the reference.
"I don’t take pleasure in getting my butt kicked," he clarified. "But I am used to it so I try to make it as much fun as I can for both of us." Keith held his rib and winced then climbed to his feet.
“I didn't catch your name. I'm Evelyn.”
"I'm Keith. Thanks for your concern." Keith wanted to end the exchange there, in case more of her eager friends rushed to get a punch or kick in. Though, suddenly, it felt too rude to walk off so he kept in stride with her. If she was all bad and unapproachable, he supposed she wouldn't have bothered to introduce herself or hang around to see he was in one piece.
"Did you um..manage okay in the game? I mean, I assume we won but it's also plausible that they forgot about me." He tried to smile though the sting of being invisible or some meat heads chew toy always hurt. At least a little.

In search of more conversation starters, he next said, "So Evelyn, do you have a boyfriend?" Only to figure out a moment later how it must have sounded. "I mean I'm not interested or anything but- no - you're a very beautifu- pretty girl woman. You're super attractive, I just don't want to date you. I'd be happy to date a woman of your stance, I'm not trying to start anything." He pinched the bridge of his nose and cringed wishing some tidal wave would come and spontaneously wash him away.
On all accounts the girl was gorgeous. And even when she was a little rough around the edges he detected something more caring and involved at her core. Then again, his hunch could be way off base, shrouded by delusion. Keith cleared his throat."Please feel no need to answer that question. It's completely inappropriate."

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“I—I—I don't understand... Where is he!? Why didn't he come see me!?”

Trinity opened her mouth like she could provide the answers but all that emerged was a croak.

“You told her?”

Trinity felt a brief wash of relief come over her, knowing Wes was in one piece behind her. On the other hand, she had a very distressed friend ahead of her. And soon enough that worked up friend ended up falling towards the floor. Trinity jerked forward but Mason caught her. She put her hand on her forehead and exhaled, forcing her muscles to relax at the same time. “Yeah,” she answered Wes finally. A little angel at the start of the capture the flag game told me to. But why didn't it feel like the right thing to do? The information caused Andy to border hysteria and faint!

"Come on guys, she's gonna need the biggest support system she can get."

Trinity shifted to make room for Mason and Andy. As she turned she noticed the flag. In any other instance she probably would have pounced on Wes in an over excited triumph and asked for the details but now hardly seemed the appropriate time. She offered him a tight smile and tailed uselessly behind Mason to Andy's cabin. Rather than stroll on in, Trinity lurked by the doorway. She didn't want to hover over Andy, especially when her friend was in the most qualified hands; Mason understood the lost sibling concept and resurrection. Trinity leaned against Andy's cabin and sighed. She imagined what it'd be like losing Sam and coming to terms with it within a year only for someone to come along and claim he's alive.

"So you've really seen him then?" Mason came back asking. "Did he say much?"

Trinity reluctantly shook her head. “Not to me,” she regretfully reported honestly.

"I got some things to iron out with Andy if you two don't mind."

At this Trinity straightened. She had half a mind to oppose and insist to stay but Trinity tried to think of a reason or what her company could offer and reached nothing. Instead, she nodded to Mason and wandered a few feet away from the daughter of Hecate's cabin. Trinity pouted and trudged a few steps to Wes and put her head to his chest in defeat. Even though his shirt was damp from the rain, Trinity couldn't bring herself to care and for a moment she just let herself sulk there. “I should have waited for you. You could have broke it to her better and helped her,” she muttered.

She sighed out then drew back to glance at the unlikely victor of capture the flag. Her eyes scanned his face, almost getting distracted by his eyes, before they trailed to his body. “You don't look too beaten up so that's good. How'd you all fare?”



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"I'm Keith. Thanks for your concern." At least she obtained a name to the face and distortion he gave her.

Evelyn detected a moment of stiff silence from there but it was something she was compatible with. It didn't phase her in the least. However, Keith felt differently. "Did you um..manage okay in the game? I mean, I assume we won but it's also plausible that they forgot about me."

“I did.” To throw the guy a bone however for conversational efforts, she added,“my role was a little more supportive and focused on helping and hindering through indirect methods. I'm fairly sure we won.” Evelyn shrugged. “I'm not clairvoyant or psychic but it's a hunch. Besides, I think people would notice if you failed as a defender.”

"So Evelyn, do you have a boyfriend?" She faltered in step at the abrupt topic change and looked at him wide eyed. "I mean I'm not interested or anything but- no - you're a very beautifu- pretty girl woman."
Despite herself, she felt her cheeks grow warm even as his yammering continued. "You're super attractive, I just don't want to date you. I'd be happy to date a woman of your stance, I'm not trying to start anything. Please feel no need to answer that question. It's completely inappropriate."

Evelyn snapped out of her flattered state. “Don’t hurt yourself, it's fine,” she concluded for him.

Further saviour came in the shape of Zeus's son, calling out to Daniel while meeting with Keith. Evelyn gave Keith an unimpressed side-glance. Before she could walk away, Ajax continued. "I'm sorry for interrupting anything if I did, but this is urgent. Is there anything any of you can do, like some kind of spell to protect and hide Alex while she's outside of camp? she's leaving for a little while, and I won't rest unless I know she's safe. Please, I'm begging you."

Evelyn paused. A leader begging. The blood of Zeus no less. And he did say any of you, unless Ajax was just referring to Keith and his split ego. “I might be able to bless a possession of hers, as long as it's always on her being.” Then daringly and inquisitively, she asked, “What is it she needs protection from?” Because what did the daughter of Zeus need protection from? Evelyn imagined only a few things could triumph over their power. “If you want this done right, it's better to know what we're hiding her from,” she said. While it did peak her interest, she wasn't asking for gossip's sake and she wanted that to come across clear to Ajax.

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Andy expected the collision with the ground to either jar her awake, her just further concrete her feint state of mind. But arms were quickly out to catch her. Arms enveloped her frame and lifted her into the air. Her head felt as heavy as lead, resting against Mason’s shoulder as he carried her out of the hall. "Come on guys, she's gonna need the biggest support system she can get,” he said toward others, which she could only assume was Wes and Trinity.

She wanted to protest that she was fine. That she just needed air, to clear her mind and walk it off. But the words never fell to her lips. Out of everyone, Andy was glad Mason was the one that was there. Compared to anyone else at camp, he was the only one who could have some semblance of an idea what it felt like. Gods she didn’t want to go to the med hut. She refused to step foot in that place since the last time she was there, after Mason pulled her out of the Underworld. That place always rubbed her the wrong way. The scent of sterile medical supplies hovered in the air only masking the long standing smell of death and decay.

But the footsteps continued onward, farther than where the med hut was. The leaves rustled overhead while the air filled with the scents of fresh fallen rain and pine trees. Andy’s eyes slowed opened to see that Mason was taking her back to her cabin. She exhaled softly through her nose able to relax, even if only a fraction. She subconsciously grabbed a small handful of Mason’s almost as a way to reassure her that she was awake and it was real.

Softness hugged her as Mason laid her down on her bed. "Take it easy, Andy.” She nodded her head, looking up at him as laid on her side, curled in on herself. As he wondered off, the reality of it all hit her like a hammer to her chest. Andy sat up abruptly, clutching her chest as the panic overwhelmed her. Hecate said he was dead. She said it! Why would she lie!?

Who was Andy kidding, that’s what her mother did best… Lie. She pulled her legs in toward her chest, burying her face into her knees while her hands cradled her head. It seemed as though everyday at camp was getting harder and harder to bear. That piece by piece she was chipping away becoming a husk of what she used to be. A zombie going through the motions. Maybe she was just going crazy? Everyone thought she was crazy before she came to camp. Speaking to ghosts, magic… a dead brother now alive? It sounded crazy. She sighed, focusing on her breathing but remained unmoving.




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Ji-hyun nodded his head at Sloane in a silent gesture of approval or something of the sort. "Good win. I'll just be off to get some help with this, don't want to get sepsis.” He gave a dry chuckle before he started to part ways and head for first aid.

Sloane stood there in silence for a good moment as her mind toiled over what to do. Then with a sigh, she jogged after him. ”Hey uh,” she motioned her hand at his wound. ”I can take care of that… if you want.” She attempted her best smile, which for Sloane, was a sad excuse for a grin but it was something. ”After all, it was kinda my fault.”

With that, Sloane nodded her head toward the direction of the cabins. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with everyone in the main hall. After all, this was their first large competition against one another. Who knows how the campers would act. Would they be civil like Wes was? Sore winners? Sorer losers? She didn’t know if they’d get the blame for losing but she wasn’t going to sit around there to find out either.

Luckily, Sloane kept a first aid kit with her on most occasions. Usually it was for Sylas, who more often than not, had a tendency to get into fights. And although he always won, he never escaped unscathed… And then it was her job to suture him up. Plus, as much as she was unwilling to admit it, she needed to make friends. And Ji-Hyun seemed like one of the least intimidating people at camp… Someone maybe her brother would leave alone.




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Wes placed his hand on Trinity’s shoulder able to hear the strain in her voice even without seeing her face. It wasn’t an easy feat for anyone, especially a friend, to break news to someone. He understood that. But in the end, it’s better to hear it from a friend rather than discovering it on your won or worse.

"Come on guys, she's gonna need the biggest support system she can get,” Mason said toward the both of them as he carried Andy out of the hall. Trinity flashed Wes a tight smile when she noticed the flag, but he simply shrugged his shoulders and motion his head toward Mason. It wasn’t the time.

He followed the son of Hades as he carried Andy past the med hut and toward her cabin. Wes wanted to step forward… place his hand on her and just help ease her. But with a situation like this, he kept to himself. If she needed his help, she’d ask. But he couldn’t deny that she’s been… different for awhile now. Maybe no one else sensed it like he did? Maybe his abilities only mad him able to notice. But he did.

Wes remained with Trinity outside the cabin as Mason took Andy inside. He couldn’t even begin to try and empathize with Andy. He had no idea what she was going through. But his heart went out to her. His gaze shifted to the blonde beside him just before Mason rejoined them outside. "So you've really seen him then? Did he say much?”

Trinity shook her head. “Not to me.”

”He seemed… off,” Wes admitted looking between the two. ”I don’t know how to explain it. I just felt it,” he added motioning his hand toward his chest. No doubt an Aphrodite kid thing. ”He was quiet. When had Daniel ever been the type to not talk?” He could be wrong. Wes and Daniel weren’t best friends or anything before the battle. But it was just something he felt in his gut. Wes had a hard time wrapping his mind around it all, even when he saw it with his own eyes. Why wouldn’t Daniel go to see Andy first? It didn’t make sense.

"I got some things to iron out with Andy if you two don't mind.”

Wes put his hand on Trinity’s shoulder while nodding his head in acknowledgement toward Mason. ”If you need anything…” He didn’t need to say anything else. Wes followed Trinity a bit aways from Andy’s cabin, giving the two the space they needed, but staying close enough to deter others.

When his gaze fell to the blonde before him, her face was sad. No doubt, upset about the distress she caused a friend. She closed the distance between them and put her head against his chest, sulking against his rain soaked shirt. Wes brought his hand up to cup the back of her head and neck as he placed a kiss upon her golden main. “I should have waited for you. You could have broke it to her better and helped her.”

Wes exhaled through his nose while his thumb gently stroked the back of her head. ”There’s no easy way to break something like that to someone, especially a friend. You did the right thing. And I’m certain Andy is thankful you told her rather than anyone else or finding out herself.” He was silent for a long moment before continuing. ”Mason, out of anyone, will be able to help her.” He didn’t need to explain what he meant. She knew.

Trinity sighed and pulled back from him, first looking at the flag that hung out of his pocket then up at him. But her gaze didn’t last there long before scanning his body probably looking for injuries. “You don't look too beaten up so that's good. How'd you all fare?”

He chuckled halfheartedly and gave a shrug of his shoulders. ”I’d like to say I bested everyone on the other team… took them on single handedly.” He smirked but the facade quickly faded and his voice changed to a calm, humble level. ”It was nothing spectacular. Ji-hyun and Sloane were the only people at the flag. The hound did most of the work. And honestly… my biggest enemy was climbing a tree in the rain.” Wes laughed, running his hand back through his hair that still had traces of rain. Then with a sigh, he pulled the flag from his pocket and held it out to Trinity. ”Here.”

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“I’d like to say I bested everyone on the other team… took them on single handedly.” She beamed at him and shook her head. “It was nothing spectacular. Ji-hyun and Sloane were the only people at the flag. The hound did most of the work. And honestly… my biggest enemy was climbing a tree in the rain.”

“That’s still a nasty foe,” she told him. And given his circumstances, no doubt it was, her usual hint of sarcasm gone.

Wes sighed out then pulled out the flag and held it towards her. “Here.”

Trinity heard herself scoff before she could help it then she quickly composed herself and lowered her gaze. She didn’t mean it to be nasty, knowing Wes meant nothing but well. In fact it meant he knew her quite well too. “Sorry,” she said. She put her hand on his wrist and gently pushed it back by his side. “You deserve it. It's yours, you won fair and square.” Victory meant dominance and power - it was a representation of a chunk of values the daughter of Ares held but it didn't feel like her win to bathe in or parade around.

Trinity glanced back to Andy's cabin and shifted her weight side to side. Though she was still concerned for her friend, Wes had a way of lifting some of that anxiety from her; whether it was by letting her unload and vent, occasionally sulk, or just distracting her with his company. And it almost made her feel guilty. Trinity's attention turned back on Wes. “You know my biggest injury today...” she begun and looked off into the distance and clucked her tongue dramatically, “was an overstrained muscle.” She looked back to him and pursed her lips nodding. “So it's pretty serious.” Trinity cackled a little, unable to help herself and keep up the act.

“Did your...hound make it out okay? I mean, should I be afraid of the competition?” Trinity arched up a teasing brow and smiled.

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It wasn't long before Mason rejoined Andy in her room. She slowly raised her head from her bent knees to look at him as he sat down beside her. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her, which she was grateful for. Andy had no idea what to make of the situation but having him and Trinity there made it better. She felt herself slowly melt into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder with a sigh.

"This could be a good thing," Mason said to her. "At least he's here."

"It feels... wrong," Andy said after a long pause. She didn't want to vocalize it, but she was so exhausted of holding everything in all the time. She wanted Daniel back... more than anything. But everything has a cost and she didn't want her brother's soul to pay it.

Mason sighed and slowly pulled away from her. Andy slowly sat upright, turning to face him with furrowed brows. But this time he didn't get up and leave like he so often did whenever something got hard. He looked her dead in the eye as he spoke once again. "I never saw Daniel in the Underworld. Hades kept me pretty busy but from what I saw...not in our domain anyway." Andy sighed softly, nodding her head in acknowledgement. It wasn't his fault, nor did she blame him. But it didn't help the knot that grew in her stomach. "I'm so sorry, and I know that doesn't change anything but I am. I wanted to tell you sooner but you just looked like you were getting happy again and I couldn't ruin that for you."

"It's ok," Andy said softly, her voice cracking toward the end as her gaze fell to her hands. A tear slowly trailed down her cheek as she took a deep breath. It was like fate was catching up with her for playing in the Gods' game.

"I’m gonna be here for you this time. No matter what. You got a whole support system at camp."

Without another word, Andy scooted across her bed and closed the distance between herself and Mason. Her arms wrapped around him while her head fell to his shoulder. Her time at camp has been some of the hardest in her life, but she was unbelievably lucky to have wonderful friends here. It meant more to her than words could explain that Mason wouldn't leave her this time.

Her arms seemed to tighten around him slightly as Mason spoke, breaking the long silence. "If you want to see him, when you're ready, we could search for him together. There's no rush."

Andy hadn't thought of that, seeking him out. No matter how it happened, she was bound to cross his path one way or anything. But seeking it out meant she could be at least somewhat prepared. Andy knew she wouldn't want to face that alone. She nodded her head against his shoulder, sighing deeply through her nose. "I'm scared Mason," she whispered as tears rolled down her cheeks. "I just wanted him at peace... How am I supposed to face him? I couldn't save him. I handed him off to our mother... And h-h-he died. But, it's not him," she corrected herself.

She slowly pulled her head away from Mason's shoulder, wiping her eyes. Andy took a deep breath trying to calm herself. "How am I supposed to look at Daniel but accept that it isn't him?" She sniffled as she looked toward Mason, wanting answers she knew he couldn't give.




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Trinity scoffed when Wes offered her the flag. He bit down on his bottom lip as his eyes looked downward slightly. "Sorry," she said as her hand took hold of his wrist, gently guiding it away from her. He meant nothing insulting by, other than he wanted her to have it. Hell, Wes would give her the world if it were within his power. But it wasn't. All he had was a drenched flag in his one hand. “You deserve it. It's yours, you won fair and square.”

Wes didn't say anything else nor argue, he simple tucked the flag into his back pocket with a sigh. His gaze followed hers toward Andy's cabin. It was quiet in there, no sign or her or Mason. Hopefully she was ok. He knew it worried Trinity even more. Wes was about to nudge her back inside but she decided to divert the conversation before he could.

“You know my biggest injury today...” Trinity clicked her tongue.

Wes raised his brows and gave an amused, "Hmm?"

“Was an overstrained muscle.” Trin pursed her lips with a nod. “So it's pretty serious.” Then not a moment later she laughed, unable to keep up with the act.

"Oh... gosh," Wes said with a shaking of his head. "Maybe you need to rest. Ya know, regain your strength."

“Did your...hound make it out okay? I mean, should I be afraid of the competition?” Trinity asked with a quirked brow and an amused smile.

"I hope so. I didn't see her when I came down from the tree," said with some seriousness in his tone. He then looked up to meet her gaze, smiling softly. "I didn't realize you were worried about competition," Wes teased. But as quickly as his smile came, it slowly faded. "We can forget the whole date thing if you want." Although his voice sounded a little sad, there was sincerity to it. "Andy is going through a lot. She needs you." He raised his hand slowly, allowing his thumb to softly brush the side of Trinity's forearm. "I'm not going anywhere."

Wes didn't want to cancel the date. It was his chance to finally spend time with Trinity in a way unlike he ever had before. But now was not the time to be selfish. He couldn't imagine what Andy was going through, especially going at it alone. Wes could tell by the look on Trinity's face and the way she kept checking the cabin like it might have moved in the last five seconds, that she was concerned. He wasn't going to stand in the way of her being there for her friend.

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"I hope so. I didn't see her when I came down from the tree." Trinity tilted her head softly, picking up on the change of tone. "I didn't realize you were worried about competition," he added sounding more like his playful self. Before she could interrupt, Wes carried on. "We can forget the whole date thing if you want."

He sounded a little dejected, and if she was being honest even she felt a little discouraged by the notion of throwing the whole date thing away. She just started to settle into the idea or at least tell herself all she had to do was be herself, Wes knew what he was walking into any time he accompanied her. Still, there would be something different - something special about a date.

"Andy is going through a lot. She needs you."

Trinity took in a breath preparing to speak but couldn’t find the words nor the emotions. He raised his hand and brushed her forearm gently with his thumb. "I'm not going anywhere."

She smiled a little then looked off. “That is true,” she commented. Wes was being completely sensible and compassionate about the circumstances surrounding them but Trinity still wanted the date to go on. But wouldn’t that make her extremely selfish? She glanced back to Wes, her mouth parting then closing with no words coming out. She cast her eyes downward. “It is a bit of a shame,” she admitted slowly, like each word required concentration.

“I um…” The mix of feelings seemed to make her incapable of forming an entire sentence. Her brain felt a little scrambled. Trinity snapped out of it and straightened abruptly. She wasn’t about to let herself become one of those girls that got upset because a child of Aphrodite cancelled a date - completely within reason to. “So what are you going to do to fill in your day without my amazing company? Personally, I'd suggest a shower or bath.” She crinkled her nose mockingly then smiled. “You're looking a little shiny,” she traced her own jaw in gesture to Wes's features. Whether it was from sweat or the rain or a combination of both, he was looking a bit sleek. Nothing imposing on his stupidly good-looking face though.

Meanwhile she crossed her arms. Her friend support duties were important , but right now Andy was with Mason and providing he behaved, she was already in the best hands. Trinity worried about what she could offer her friend for comfort that Mason or Ajax couldn't. Instead of fretting on that, she focused back on Wes. “I could probably help look for your beast a little later if you want? I mean I know I’m Ares Daughter but there are others that look for any excuse for blood and violence. It’d be a pity if it- she was hurt by someone who’s not worthy.”




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"Anything that is a possible threat to her. She's strong, I know, but... there's stronger out there. I want to make sure that she's just safe. It'll be a peace of mind."

Evelyn frowned a little disapprovingly. He was definitely over cautious and over protective, but did he expect many great creatures to hunt Alex outside of camp? His evasiveness didn't go over her head. She could see him growing somewhat impatient with their questioning and doubts; clearly not used to being interrogated, however a job done right was better than a failure - especially in the present instance, so it was best to be thorough. Before Evelyn could ask for clarification one last time, Keith offered that they could try.

She suppressed a sigh while Ajax pulled out a butterfly necklace from his pocket and held it towards her. Evelyn took it gently from him being delicate with the beloved item, pursing her lips far from satisfied in these working conditions.
One, that Ajax elected to be secretive or rather vague about why Alex needed a protective charm. Two, he had on him, Alex's precious item and three, Alex didn't know about it.

Evelyn turned her back to the boys so she could concentrate. She closed her eyes willing protection, safety and a shield into the necklace and let the power emanate through her veins and out her fingertips to link through the chain and butterfly. She inhaled and blinked a few times coming out of her trance. Evelyn turned back to the men. “Hopefully this meets your needs but I can’t guarantee it.” She had utter faith in her powers, she knew her blessing went into the necklace but to what degree it would hide and protect Alex couldn’t be known, so Evelyn painted fair expectations for Ajax.

Just as she went to extend her hand to hand it back to Ajax, she retracted it. “Unless, the son of Hecate would like to double check?” She opened her palm towards Keith now. “Cast your own spell,” she suggested, “trial the necklace with hunters.” There was a challenging air to the proposal. Something to test what he was made of in a proactive way and reveal more of his character.

Evelyn glanced back to Ajax. “Assuming you don't mind...?” At least with a test they could see if it worked effectively and everybody could be assured there was a good chance Alex would return in one piece. She cocked her head slightly looking at the son of Zeus. “You're not going with her,” she stated aloud. Yet Ajax struck her as such a family man... “Do you go out of camp much?”


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

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

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

"Can I get you anything?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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He seemed to be getting closer and Trinity smiled faintly when he brushed back some locks of her hair. But when he leaned in, Trinity tensed suddenly aware of their proximity, although she found herself unwilling to move especially when his eyes were so captivating. And she trusted Wes. Then he kissed her. She was taken back, a little zap jolting through her body. By the time she could make some coherent response, her lips only had time to pucker softly in return before it was over.

”Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

A grin slowly stretched across her mouth. “You kissed me,” she stated. She shook her head as if it was surreal, although the grin insisted on staying. “It’s okay,” she mumbled. “It was…nice.” As she lowered her eyes, she realized then her hands were clutching his shirt. “Oh, sorry.” She immediately released her grip and stepped away from him.

After a brief storm of embarrassment and hormones, they resumed their conversations. To her more recent offer, he politely and logically answered. ”I don’t know if I’d be able to find her. Who knows how the camp gets their creatures for our sport, or what they do with them afterwards. I can only hope that she was able to go back to the underworld. That’s the only real place for a hell hound. I appreciate it though, Blondie.”

She nodded once. “No worries, Ken.” She wanted to leave it at that. She really did but she couldn't because Wes's compassion - though sweet and great at times, didn't sit right with her. “But,” she stuck up a finger, “just to be a classic party pooper, if you weren't who you were, tell me you understand those things would rip us to shreds.” Trinity tried to keep a light tone and smile about it, but in truth his Mr. Brightside, mercy and love for all was concerning.

This time she stepped up to him. “Did you know you have one arm now? And uh, that makes you more vulnerable to attacks. Especially towards predatory animals and creatures, they pick up on it like-” she snapped her fingers in demonstration and smirked. Trinity placed a hand over his right rib and the other on his left shoulder.“What if I just dug my claws in now?” She smirked teasing again. “Or had a knife?” She conjured one with a small wrist movement and allowed Wes to feel the smooth surface of the blade between his neck and shoulder. Trinity rose some mock challenging brows while amusement glinted in her eyes.

She gave him a moment or two, but before everyone dived on her to save the beloved Son of Aphrodite or Wes thought this was the day she had cracked, Trinity shot up on her tip toes and kissed his jaw once. “See, completely open to attack. A mob of women could have pounced on you.” She backed away grinning broadly then shrugged innocently.



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Just as it felt she was making progress, Ajax plucked the necklace from Keith and gave curt thanks. Seemingly now that he got his way he wasn't much for gratitude or maybe he didn't have time to express it.

"At least he said thank you.” The comment drew Evelyn's attention back to the male with glasses, trying to make up for the son of Zeus's behaviour. "You know someone once told me the Valises will always look out for each other first. They get tunnel vision when it comes to each other to the extent you could be in immediate danger and a Valis in fraction of that, and they'd still choose each other."

A little understanding hum came from her throat. People would do just about anything for family. Evelyn cast her gaze into the endless woods. She noticed Keith shifting and getting uncomfortable in her peripheral but left him to stew.

"So you strike me as powerful and - I wanna try. I wanna try use my powers."

Despite herself she smiled. She glanced to the son of Hecate on the verge of grinning with pride. His willingness to try opened doors for Evelyn and himself no doubt. It took a few attempts where Evelyn smiled kindly when he looked to her, but in time and with some perseverance his visions were conjured. Even if they were a bit dead in appearance, they existed. And without having a relation with Hecate, she could guess conjurations and illusions were hard work. “That's amazing.”

The hunters pointed their weapons at the closest targets causing Keith to change tunes. "Woah." He began to back up.

Evelyn placed a hand gently on his back to prevent collision again. She slanted her head slightly pass his shoulder to peek at his startled expression. “You gave them life, you can take it away,” she told him calmly. After studying Keith for some time, Evelyn cast her gaze onto the hunters. She had utter faith in the son of Hecate and remained cool. Evelyn entirely grasped the potential danger, but she had to place confidence in him too.

Her hands slid to his shoulders and Evelyn took a deep breath in, then out pointedly, hoping Keith would follow suit to center himself.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shit? I have one arm!?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Well...I don't want a mob of women." Trinity allowed herself to be pulled onto his leg somewhat reluctantly but she didn't protest either. All she gave was a playful eye roll and that wasn't at his actions as much as what he said. Besides, once perched there she discovered it wasn't the worse seat in the world. She wrapped an arm around his neck for support.

“But the -”

"And you know..." Trinity stiffened as his arm came around her waist and rested his hand on her hip. This time she didn't know if it was because he spoke or because of his touch, but she ceased her argument on the spot. "If you're worried about me. You could just tell me to not be an idiot and get myself killed.”

Trinity frowned in confusion at the suggestion. “I mean I could, but that’s not very fun, or effective,” she pointed out then cracked another smile. Inside, she knew none of it was effective. He wouldn't budge his ways for anybody and they were fine to make light of it until things ended badly. Trinity probably could have nicked him, hell, stabbed him outright and he wouldn't have hit her or used his powers. Wes settled into her shoulder, but he didn't get to rest while her mind ran on unpleasant scenarios. Her fingers slid up into his hair and she tugged on it. She grinned and quickly pat his head apologetically, tilting her head to the side as she observed him.

“Now, before you rudely interrupted,” she teased, “tell me how the lover responds to love then. Fair enough, you're not textbook definition of a fighter, but say some girls were sexy and charming and they wanted a piece of Wesley Preston, do you feed their appetite?” Since the beginning it might have seemed Trinity was painting him in this sinful womanizer way with her questions, but in truth she was always curious about the other end of the spectrum. Trinity could imagine it was only natural for Aphrodite's children to indulge in the desire of others and themselves, like it was for her to fight.

She frowned as another question occurred, though bit her lip as it was particularly awkward. “So...so, erhm, who becomes insatiable in that case, when they sleep together?” she clarified. “Is it Aphrodite or....the people?” Maybe it was none but a lot of myths floated around about Aphrodite and her children and their....particular skill sets.

Then more and more questions started knocking around in her mind, getting more intrusive and endangering the little time and moment they were having together. Trinity thought of his ex. The ex she never saw, who's name she didn't even know, and never knew about but she was in her head. Trinity tightened her arm around Wes's neck. She spoke softly to him, “Can you tell me about - ” She was cut off yet again, this time by a slam in the distance.

Mason was storming away from Andy's cabin. “Oh boy,” she mumbled. And she thought they had done so well. Trinity got to her feet but apart of her told her to give Andy some space. She might have pushed Mason away just to get it. “Should I go check on her?” Then another part of her wanted to quickly pick up where she left off with Wes too.




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She gasped and her heart lurched a second time when the arrow made impact. She glanced down expecting to see the arrow had pierced through the both of them, but Keith had taken the grunt of the damage. He screamed out then collapsed. Consoling him would fall short of a good deed or redemption for her guilt. In truth she didn’t know what she could do.

"I can't...I can't get the arrow out, I can't do it."

Evelyn fell to her knees by him slowly. “You have to leave it in.” Her panicked acquaintance with ragged breathing who was writhing in pain. “Ssh, ssh” she soothed and finally put her hand on his chest with enough pressure to keep him still. Evelyn glanced to his eyes sadly then the arrow protruding from his body. She placed her other hand on his head and closed her eyes trying to suppress the pain for him. She drew her hands away from him eyeing him anxiously.

"Take me to the med hut," was all he said. Evelyn nodded and tried to carry Keith to his desired destination, ducking under his arm while wrapping her own around him. When he staggered, she did, although she knew she had to be strong, keeping her eyes ahead. She held Keith a little tighter and marched on.

Once in the med hut, Evelyn gave the workers their space but watched on with concern. She was a responsible party in this as well. Her fingers curled up to her lips nervously and she rose on her tiptoes to see past the heads and bodies that surrounded him. What was beyond them was a sad sight, her eyes flickering to the other numerous scars across his body.

"I'm sorry," he said. Evelyn crossed her arms. He was completely wrong to be sorry, although she did deserve his ignoring her.

Once the aid cleared out she approached him, the guilt in her gut amplifying. “I’m sorry for pushing you into it, truly. If you weren't ready I should have respected that, only you know you best.” Upon getting closer she could see more scar tissue. It was almost enough to render her speechless, but she found herself beyond a point of reservation and control. “What happened?” she blurted wide eyed. “Has someone been hurting you?” Evelyn looked to him expectantly.


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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Even though he was teasing and complying, Trinity sensed some real dissatisfaction for ruining a 'could be' content moment. But it was just one of the many ways she was merciless. His answers weren't mega assuring but at least he was somewhat honest. The problem was he didn't directly answer how he'd deal with it in the present. Could he really say no to an inviting face? His answers had the effect of driving her mental, but there was simply no way she could bluntly ask "so what's your appetite then?" and "would you turn down a daughter of Hera?" That would take the interrogation to a nasty turn. There was no time for it anyway.

“You know Andy better than me.”

That was unhelpful. Yes, the two had gotten closer but Wes still understood the psychology of people better than her. She let out a frustrated huff.

“Maybe she needs girl time.” He added. “She’s dealing with her brother… But she is also dealing with her boyfriend and her best friend constantly trying to kill each other. I can’t imagine it’s easy for her to open up completely to either one of them.”

When put that way, it sounded like Andy desperately needed to unload on an impartial party such as herself.

“I could go talk to him. I don’t know how much help I could be… But I’m not a Valis.”

Trinity turned to him dumbstruck. Part of her thought he got his pronouns confused for a second but no, it seemed he meant Mason. “I kind of feel like it’s the equivalent of sending red riding hood into the wolf den.” Her understanding was, while they didn't interact much, she doubted there was a special place in the son of Hades heart for Wes, like Wes's heart for Mason. And they were literally just discussing how Wesley doesn't attack or defend himself appropriately. Mason was the animal that would jump on vulnerability. “You have not being a Valis in your favour but... ” from what Mason said to her, he painted Alex and Wes as a couple and sometimes she did too. Trinity just shook her head to herself looking at Andy's cabin. Not like Wes listened anyway and she wasn't the boss of him or about to tell him what he should and shouldn't do.

She clucked her tongue rolling it over in her head. If worse came to worse, Andy could tell Trinity to bugger off and she'd head her own way. And the worse for Wesley would be Mason giving him the cold or something. But how did she leave Wes on a good note. It didn't really feel like there was a way since she had been her uncharming self as usual.

Trinity spun back around to face him. “Well, I'm gonna try this 'girl time' out and I will see you....later?” she guessed uncertainly. No doubt she would see Wesley's face again, it was more a matter if he wanted to see her or dodge her like the plague.

Regardless, she approached Andy's cabin and knocked on the door. Just because a guy didn't like her, life certainly wouldn't stop. She gave it a couple good seconds because if Trinity were anywhere near in the same shoes as Andy, answering a door could get stuffed. “Andy, it's me.” She let herself in after a moment and crept inside the cabin. Usually she would have waited for an invitation to come in but given the circumstances... “You okay?” she called gently. A slow little venture through the cabin was enough to gather Andy wasn't in there or unresponsive when it came to the bathroom. Trinity squatted down and felt a draft come through the bottom of the door. She squinted in thought and just to prove her hunch, headed outside and circled the cabin. When she saw the bathroom window open she had a mix of emotions; from insult and hurt to understanding and being impressed. “Hm. A ninja among us.” Trinity rested her hands on her hips and pursed her lips.

Alone time was one of those things where sometimes it was needed and had to be respected, and sometimes could make the drowning in thoughts so much worse. Trinity began to pace. Okay, so my best friend and boyfriend are in a constant blood feud and I'm in the middle. Love them both. My brother died. I just heard he's around camp somewhere. That cocktail of emotions would not be good suppressed. Where could she begin to look for Andy?



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"No, no," he said then felt his scars gently. Evelyn released the breath she was holding. She couldn't believe him and she was disappointed that he wouldn't be honest with her and with himself. The chances that he was excessively accident prone was ridiculous. "At least I don't think so. I don't....I don't know." His change in tone struck a chord in her. He eyed his body and started to get upset causing Evelyn to frown too. "I don't remember any of them." When he looked at her, that was the final straw. His emotions were true. This man was telling the truth and having his memory locked away was unfair.

"Look," He tried to sit up but before she could scold him he slouched forward and revealed the scar on his back. Evelyn's eyes flashed with fear. She hovered her hands over the scars and tried to measure them, but there was little room for doubt. Something had pierced all the way through him. "I know I'm not that strong but I would never allow myself to be tortured. That could have killed me. How could I forget something like that?"

She watched him lie back down without a word on her part. This all was shocking for her but for him it must have been much worse. "It's like the further I try dig the more lost I am. I have these gaps...these huge gaps. And it terrifies me."

She swallowed the lump in her throat and quickly pushed aside her feelings. Keith needed help. Help that was beyond what she could give but for now she had to suffice and offer him something. “Sometimes our mind represses things to protect ourselves.”

Her eyes trailed over his tormented body then took his hand gently inspecting another faded injury along his arm. She wasn't a forensic expert but it looked like a bite. Her mouth fell agape again slightly and she flickered her gaze onto him. “Keith, if someone has been doing this to you we'll find out who and why.” The best thing for him at the moment was rest. He needed to take it easy while he recovered not get wound up. Her thumb began to caress his hand then stroked up the inside of his wrist over the vein. To the blind eye it looked like a massage of a kind, in reality Evelyn was carefully slowing his nervous system so his anxieties faded and hopefully he could sleep. “We just need more help,” she muttered and drew her hand back gently.

Evelyn waited a little longer by his side. In advance she knew she had a lot to study and investigate.

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After the intensity of the capture the flag game, Theo really just needed some time to himself. He stowed off the edge of the campgrounds, and he went out for a normal hunt. The freedom of the open air and the speed of being in his wolf form enthralled Theo. It usually left him refreshed and refocused; however, this afternoon felt different too Theo. He could almost feel the anxiety in the air. Maybe it was that extra wolf sense, but there was a certain thickness around him. It brought a sense of urgency upon Theo to rush back to camp and check on his people.

As the sun descended across the sky, Theo bound into the campgrounds, reverting back to his human form. Theo stood tall as he walked among the trees in the forest surrounding camp. He knew he was near Andy's cabin. He thought he might stop by and check on her considering the revelation about her brother (or whoever that was). Theo and Andy had never been particularly close, but Theo obviously cared about her after all of the things that they had been through together. Theo approached the cabin with every intent of simply knocking on the door but to his genuine shock he saw Trinity pacing away. Theo being Theo, he could never turn down the opportunity to spark a conversation with Trinity. He silently sped up his walk until he was a step behind her. Theo being the tracker he is, not even Trinity could hear his imperceptible paces.

With one big mischievous smile on his face, Theo poked her on the shoulder, fell into perfect step at her side, and let out a simple, "Hey." He was prepared for whatever reaction Trinity had to his surprise. He knew he could get anything from a punch in the face to a kick to the balls. Catching the daughter of the god of war off guard would probably be considered suicide by 95% of his fellow campers. Theo wasn't worried though. He knew Trinity. She would relax as soon as she saw it was him, even if she left him with a bruise first.

"So ummmm... is everything okay? I came to check on Andy and find you walking out looking all worried," Theo didn't mean to be nosy, but he was pretty protective. He also wanted to bring up their conversation from the party the other night before a drunk Alex had swept him away. Something was clearly bothering Trinity internally, and the events around camp in the last 24 hours could not have put her at ease. Still, he opted to ease towards that conversation and appeal to her competitive side, "Things have just been so intense since we have been here. I need to blow off some steam. Any chance you wanna train? I know long range isn't your style, but it could never hurt to learn how to handle a bow from the master." Theo winked down at her, locking his eyes into the fire of hers, nodding his head back towards the middle of camp where the archery area was.

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Eve generally liked to show up late and make an entrance, but this was annoying. Everyone already knew each other, and had the lay of the land, which put her at a distinct disadvantage. And she never liked to be at a disadvantage, which is why, rather than making introductions and making herself known, she’d spent the day lurking about in the shadows learning everything she could about her camp mates. She’d never met other demigods before, but it turned out they were just like anyone else, full of drama and tension to exploit.

Pete had taken off the moment they’d arrived that morning. She ought to have been annoyed that he’d rather send time god knows here reading some boring book instead of information gathering with her. And there was a time in the past she would have been annoyed. But lately he’d been a terrible partner in crime, always getting in the way of her fun.

Like right now, she was in the shadows watching Trinity and Wes, being so sweet that she felt herself getting a second hand sugar rush. But she couldn’t help the smirk that took over her features as she listened to Trinity’s questioning about his past. There was definitely enough insecurity there to split up the burgeoning couple, it would fun and all too easy. After all the goddess of love didn’t exactly make them smart or faithful.

Eve was already thinking about how she’d do it, when a boy stomping by broke up their conversation, thank god. She crouched in to make sure she heard everything as they describe the boy as Mason. Now that was a name she was all too familiar with, the one with a grudge about Zeus’ kids. Son of Hades. Her eyes lingered on him walking off, already forming an idea in her mind. He was more attractive than she’d been expecting for any child of Hades, clearly he took after his mother. And the situation between him at the Valis kids was ripe for manipulating, it seemed like all he needed was a little push. So she’d happily risk the danger to give him that push.

“…she is also dealing with her boyfriend and her best friend constantly trying to kill each other…” Eve continued listening in on Wes talking about the girl Andromeda, but her eyes were on where Wes had disappeared, if she wanted to act on this she had to go now, she couldn’t afford to lose him.

With a quick glance back the couple, she decided that was a situation that could wait and chased after Hades’ son. Of course she did it silently, jumping from shadow to shadow without making a sound. Her shadow movement was one trick she’d have to thank her mother for one day. Usually she could be quite cocky about this, almost daring the person to notice her, but this time she hung back very reserved. She didn’t know how much she’d be able to get away with when working with demigods. She’d heard rumours that children of hades could manipulate shadows too

Eventually he stopped and entered a secluded cabin. She waited outside for fifteen minutes, giving him time to get settled so it wouldn’t look like she’d followed him. Then the rapped on his door, clearing her throat and putting on her best innocent and scared voice. “Hello. Is anyone in there?”

She paused for a moment and when she didn’t hear any movement she continued to talk through the door. “Um, it’s my first time here, and I’ve gotten myself really lost. Please open the door.” She laced her words with her magic, implanting the thought open the door. Without seeing him it would be weak, but she figured a son of Hades who is already in the bad mood probably needs a little push to open the door.

“I’m Evangeline.”



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Trinity’s hand shot out quickly to her ambusher, grabbing their arm and ready to throw them on the ground until she saw the face it belonged to. “Theo, jesus!” She sighed out then put her hand on his throat to mime strangling him with a low growl. He knew better than to sneak up on her. Or should have at least. She let her hands drop by her sides and shook her head.

"So ummmm... is everything okay? I came to check on Andy and find you walking out looking all worried," Theo asked, rather casually falling in stride with her. She gave him a skeptical side glance.

“It’s pretty average to be worried in this camp.” She wasn't going all cards on the table, heart on the line today. The camp fire was a one off. Still, she didn't have to be so closed off. “You know Andy's going through stuff and nowhere in sight, I'm...recovering from a pulled muscle,” she slid her hand down her leg in gesture to her not so serious condition, followed by a smile and shrug. Average, like she said.

"Things have just been so intense since we have been here. I need to blow off some steam. Any chance you wanna train? I know long range isn't your style, but it could never hurt to learn how to handle a bow from the master." Theo winked to her, gesturing vaguely to the archery area. Trinity already found herself nodding. She wanted to find Andy, but that of someone who willingly avoided three waves of friends verse training - her heart was won.

Trinity loved the idea, igniting a certain flare in her. “Yeah, so your sister's gonna teach me then?” She bit her lip to contain her laughter but quickly pressed on. “I like Theo the bow master, but Theo the wolf prince?” She weighed it out with her hands, in favor of the latter. And as they headed to the archery, Trinity asked another question. “How big is your wolf form again? Like...” she hovered her hand around hip height and looked to him questioningly.

She hadn't seen him as one since the war and it was a power that intrigued her a lot more than she let on. People didn't ask how she could look someone in the eye and stab them so she didn't pry into Theo's wolf/man transformation. But they'd have to see how the day went and if she could get patting a wild animal off her bucket list. She smirked to herself at the thought before focusing back on the task ahead.

In the archery area, she felt like her surroundings were foreign. Trinity knew what was what of course but she hadn't spend time playing target practice. “I mean who has the time to reload and aim again?” she complained just to get it off her chest. She scooped up the closest set of bow and arrows. Handling a weapon already empowered her and shifted her mood to all business. Trinity loaded the arrow and drew the string back as she would normally then glanced to Theo for critique and correction.

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Theo smiled as Trinity was sold immediately on the idea of training, but of course she had to land a quick jab in order to check his ego, "Yeah, so your sister's going to teach me then?" Theo rolled his eyes at her. They were both well aware that he had the experience his sister lacked. Theo let a little laugh out, and he noticed Trinity biting her lip to stop a laugh of her own. Cute. Theo thought to himself, but he usually found the things she did to be cute. She glanced back at him again, turning on her heels and walking backwards as she kept messing with him, "I like Theo the bow master, but Theo the wolf prince?” He wasn't sure what she was getting at, but he flashed a smile anyway before answering, "I'm not so sure about 'wolf prince', but it is a lot cooler sounding than when my dad would always call me wolf boy." Theo rubbed the back of his head as he pictured his father and goddess mother. He did miss them a lot.

Trinity's next question quickly snapped him back to reality. "“How big is your wolf form again? Like...” She made a hand gesture to around her waste. There was a genuine curiosity behind the question that he had never seen her display before, and he had half a mind to go full wolf right there. He resisted the urge, and he reached out and moved her hand up to about halfway up her torso because of course she was about a foot short of the actual size of Theo's wolf form, "Try about this big," Theo raised his eyebrows at her. Maybe he had finally found the way to impress Trinity. He had an idea, "How about if you can complete this course I'm about to put you through, I'll show you."

They finally walked into the training area, and Theo got right to work setting up a halfway difficult archery course for them to work their way through. Trinity groaned to him as he was working, "I mean who has the time to reload and aim again?" Theo rolled his eyes at her as she prepared to shoot. Obviously, she was gonna do just fine. She was the daughter of the god of war. She had a natural proclivity towards weapons.

"Okay your posture is fine and all, but try this..." Theo approached Trinity cautiously. He wasn't going for that cutesy moment from the movies where the guy teaches the girl how to do something, and he ends up with his arms around her. She just genuinely needed to get her elbows up and find a good aiming point. He slotted right in behind her and straightened her form out. "Now aim at the target right up the middle there. Get a good feel for the distance... it's about forty-five feet away so try to aim a few inches high and... release."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You certainly look better."

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

"Have we met?"

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

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

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

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

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Okay, fine, her title generating and nickname generating needed work, but bow master was such a mortal title. Who else could turn into a huge wolf? She didn't want to say alpha or king because that would go around and kick up the testosterone in all of camp. "How about if you can complete this course I'm about to put you through, I'll show you."

Her mouth fell agape slightly before smirking. She liked that extra twang in the competition, even if it was…extortion. But she'd be able to complete his little course. “Fine,” she stated confidently, lifting her head a little higher.

"Okay your posture is fine and all, but try this..." Theo approached to fix her up, and Trinity's eye followed his every step until he disappeared behind her. He guided her elbows a little higher and straightened her form out. Trinity’s core tensed a little at contact before taking on his guidance. "Now aim at the target right up the middle there. Get a good feel for the distance... it's about forty-five feet away so try to aim a few inches high and..." Trinity's eyes locked on the target. She inhaled then exhaled "release." Trinity let the arrow fly and it didn't get the bulls-eye. If it was an opponent, it probably would have got the shoulder which did jack all favors in battle. Trinity huffed out frustrated and drew another arrow.

“Theo,” she began as she aligned her aim slightly higher than the target, “can you do me a favor and tell me why you're all crazy for the Valises? Particularly Alex.” As she released, the arrow punctured the target evidently choosing strength over precision by how deep it pierced it. Still, Trinity kept her back to him. “Obviously she's gorgeous and Zeus's daughter and -” knows how to work men. She rolled her eyes at herself, picking out another arrow, “powerful. But do you all have to line up like breeding stock?” Her aim was completely off as her focus was elsewhere. She couldn't believe she just said that. But it was how she was feeling so she didn't bother taking it back or apologizing.

Trinity turned to Theo. “What’d you do with her? Because so help me god, if she kissed another guy I kissed, I'm going to go mental.” Lise's little thumbs up wasn't really assurance of her kissing ability and when she kissed Theo, he was stunned through half of it. Next to Alex's charm and expert lips, that comparison sucked. Fuck, I have to tongue down Mason just to get a guy she doesn't want too.

Trinity sighed out and picked up an arrow, getting into her side on stance again. “Was I a good kisser?” Despite the weapon in her hand, it wasn't a trick question. She'd prefer an honest answer from the huntsman.


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

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

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

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

"Useless. Weak."

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

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

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






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

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

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

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

"How are you and Andy doing?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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Theo watched as Trinity's first arrow barely missed low and to the right, "Okay I see the issue. When you release, you are..." Theo stopped short of his advice as Trinity started on a whole different topic, “Theo, can you do me a favor and tell me why you're all crazy for the Valises? Particularly Alex.” Theo could see how tense Trinity was as she released an arrow between sentences, and it sailed left of the bullseye. Theo stayed quiet though, letting her unburden herself. Theo could tell she had this on her mind for a while, and he figured this was the root of the idea she had formed about how nobody would be there for her if she really needed them. While the line of questioning concerned him, he was honestly just happy that Trinity was finally opening up to him. He listened as she continued, “Obviously she's gorgeous and Zeus's daughter and... powerful. But do you all have to line up like breeding stock?”

Theo really did understand. He was immensely loyal to the Valis', but he could see where it might annoy some people. He certainly was not the only one, and from his point of view Trinity had been nothing but loyal as well. He was kind of surprised to hear this coming from her. Maybe it was insecurities showing. That would throw Theo off more than anything. He had always seen Trinity as the strongest, most confident woman around camp. To see her show some weakness was very odd, but it didn't make her less attractive. Theo let out a sigh as he prepared a measured response in his head, "Trin, I know sometimes it feels like we are all just playing a role in Ajax and Alex's game of thrones. It can bother me too from time to time, but after what we all went through last year, I owe it to them to have their back. Don't get the wrong idea though. I am much more loyal to Ajax than I am to Alex. To that point, I am much more loyal to you than I am to Alex. If it came down to it, I would have your back before anyone else here, including the Valis'. I think you worry yourself too much. You are just as gorgeous and powerful as Alex. I'd say even more so, actually." Theo tried to throw a nervous smile Trinity's way, but she wasn't actually looking at him. He hoped he was doing a good enough job of reassuring her. All he could do was be honest, and hope Trinity believed him.

“What’d you do with her? Because so help me god, if she kissed another guy I kissed, I'm going to go mental.” Theo almost had to laugh. He knew that there might be a certain perception of him leaving from the party with Alex when he did it, even if his motives were as pure as gold. Theo stepped closer to Trinity as she started to prepare another arrow. "Honestly, I didn't do anything with Alex last night. We didn't even kiss. That might be hard to believe, but I promise you it's true. She was just so drunk, and I don't trust the new guys enough to let her run around like that. I just wanted to get her safely into a bed. I was pretty mad she busted up our conversation though. I'd rather talk to you all day than deal with Alex wasted," she still hadn't turned to look at him. Theo felt like he wasn't getting his point across. Trinity just needed to realize that he cared more about her than anyone else at Camp Athens.

“Was I a good kisser?”

Finally, Theo cautiously stepped in front of Trinity, in between her and the target. He reached out slowly and guided her bow to where it was pointed towards the ground, taking a small step forward. He wanted to make sure Trinity heard this one, "It wasn't necessarily the best setting to figure something like that out, but from what I could tell, it was good. There was a lot of intensity in that kiss. I just wish I could've enjoyed it more." Theo took one more step forward, opening himself up for maybe getting to try the whole kiss thing again. He wasn't sure where Trinity and Wes stood at this point though, so he didn't want to overstep any boundaries. He would let her make that move.

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xxxxxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #ffc300

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Evelyn paced back and forth. Whatever good a book could do, now was the time to showcase it, but mainly the solution was waiting. Gradually, when the body and brain felt ready, the individual would experience flashbacks or dreams to deal with the trauma. This natural way however, wasn't a timely guarantee and therefore no help with Keith's case. Nobody had to be an expert to sense his distress. Evelyn ended up sitting on the grass and biting her nail as flipped through the pages with a free hand.

A roar of thunder distracted her and dark clouds rolled across the sky. Evelyn quickly dismissed it, shaking her head to herself and urgently scanned the pages for other remedies before a downpour followed. One page did suggest hypnosis but it could have bad repercussions or not work at all. Nothing was 100 per cent and came with potential risk and reward. Unfortunately it was hers to weigh up. With not much to lose, her mind was made rather easily and she approached the med hut again.

“Keith,” she said to herself surprised he was out and about. “Keith!” she called and rushed up to him. “Are you crazy, you look horrible.” Evelyn slid an arm around his back to support him.

“I think I know what to try. We just need you comfortable,” she told him lowly and helped him to his cabin. There was never quite as much comfort as your own bed after all.




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xxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
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xxxx Daughter of Ares | Outfit | #461f4b

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"Trin, I know sometimes it feels like we are all just playing a role in Ajax and Alex's game of thrones. It can bother me too from time to time, but after what we all went through last year, I owe it to them to have their back. Don't get the wrong idea though. I am much more loyal to Ajax than I am to Alex. To that point, I am much more loyal to you than I am to Alex. If it came down to it, I would have your back before anyone else here, including the Valis'. I think you worry yourself too much. You are just as gorgeous and powerful as Alex. I'd say even more so, actually."

His response shocked her, particularly the tail end of him supposedly finding her a bar above Alex. But she quickly found a counter argument, being charm. She didn't have anything against the Valis duo, she just wanted to understand the worship and loyalty they got without lifting a finger. And why Alex...devious Alex clicked her fingers, or flicked her hair and got what she wanted. But Mason was right, the rest of the demigods could be damned as long as the Zeus kids had each other.

"Honestly, I didn't do anything with Alex last night. We didn't even kiss. That might be hard to believe, but I promise you it's true. She was just so drunk, and I don't trust the new guys enough to let her run around like that. I just wanted to get her safely into a bed. I was pretty mad she busted up our conversation though. I'd rather talk to you all day than deal with Alex wasted." It was a bit of a stretch to believe. A girl flirting transparently enough for even Trinity to see and feeling his muscles up verse, an untamed conversation with her. But Theo struck her as someone with a bit more sense than to take advantage of a drunk.

Theo stepped in front of her and she knew she was in trouble because her anger made way for something else as he lowered the bow. "It wasn't necessarily the best setting to figure something like that out, but from what I could tell, it was good. There was a lot of intensity in that kiss. I just wish I could've enjoyed it more." Trinity raised a brow waiting for the punchline. He stepped closer, closing the space between them cautiously.

Trinity looked between his eyes and lips before she put a hand on his chest as a brace. “Thank you for your honesty.” She was more appreciative than she could express for him assuring his loyalty to explaining what happened with Alex to talking about their kiss. “Besides, you couldn’t handle another one.” Trinity smiled teasingly and cupped his neck, planting a lingering kiss on each of his cheeks. That was the best she could do to express her affections for him without giving him another intense kiss.

She guided Theo aside with her arm and took aim again, narrowing her eyes on the target, remembered her breathing and shot at the bullseye. Trinity smirked and pressed her tongue to her cheek trying to tone down how smug she felt. Actually it was a combination of pride and smugness making it a failure to conceal. Trinity placed down the bow finally and turned to her tutor. Since he had done massive favors for her state of mind, she could throw a bone in his direction. “You know, I have to give credit to Alex, you are pretty firm. Such nice guns, Theo.” She couldn't resist mocking the last part and laughed.

She shifted behind the range and gestured Theo forward. “Floor's yours.”

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T H E OXS M I T H
son of artemis
Location: Archery
Mood: Confident
Hex: #0000BF
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The air was thick between Theo and Trinity as the distance between them slowly closed. Theo honestly did not know what to expect next. Trinity was genuinely a mystery to him, even after all the time they had spent around one another. Just as he started to expect a kiss, she put her hand on his chest, sending a slight tingle down his spine.

"Thank you for your honesty. Besides you couldn't handle another one," she said as she smiled at him and left two kisses lingering on his cheeks. As she seemed to be doing a lot lately, Trinity left Theo stunned in place for a moment or two. He was not exactly sure what to think. Clearly, they had just had a moment, but what information could he actually get from that moment. For all of his supernatural sensibilities, he had always wished he could read minds on top of it all. Theo felt that now more than ever.

Trinity guided him to the side, snapping him back to reality, and clearing her way to shoot at the target once again. She took her breath, set her form, and sent an arrow slicing through the air straight to the bullseye. Theo smiled as he could see the smug look take over her face. She turned to him, and he quickly put his hands on his hips, trying not to give too approving of a look. "Wow, so she really does listen..." Theo let his voice drip with sarcasm and false surprise before trying to speak through a slight chuckle, "I'm mildly impressed."

Theo was shocked with how fast the mood had gone from serious to playful, even further reinforced as they continued to mess with one another. Trinity set down her bow, speaking in a half flirting, half kidding manner, “You know, I have to give credit to Alex, you are pretty firm. Such nice guns, Theo." Trinity stepped back, allowing Theo to step in and pick up the bow and a sling a quiver over his shoulder. "Floor's yours."

Theo took his eye off Trinity focusing on the target silently. He loaded one arrow and let it fly... bullseye. He quickly loaded another... release. Theo cracked a confident smile as the second arrow split the first arrow right down the middle. He was definitely showing off now. He wanted to be as impressive as possible. "You really wanna see me show off?" Theo glanced at Trinity over his shoulder as he strode over to pull a lever nearby, "Watch this." He pulled the lever, and stepping back into position, he took a deep breath as he awaited what came next. All at once, three targets launched into the air, one in front of him, one to the right, one to the left. He quickly plucked them out of the air, piercing each down the middle with an arrow. The machine launched two on the right, and two more on the left. Theo took all four targets out of the sky just as quickly as they had appeared. Finally, as the machine launched its final target right in front of him, Theo turned his head to Trinity, winking at her as he sent his last arrow spiraling toward the red circle in the middle of the target. He tilted his head at her as he heard the unmistakable sound of a target being hit in the center and dropping to the ground.

Theo held the bow out to Trinity, raising an eyebrow her way, "You do half as good as that, and I'll go full wolf for you."

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