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Wesley Preston

The One-Armed Teddy Bear

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

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"Being underestimated is a strength not a weakness. Remember that."
- wesley preston




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

a g e x // xtwenty two

g e n d e r x // xmale

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

o r i g i n x // xbeverly hills, california

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

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






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D E C O R U S


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

w e i g h t x // x185 lbs

h a i r x // xWes has short dirty blonde hair that is usually spiked in some sort of manor. On most occasions he has a 5 o'clock shadow, never being a fan of the clean shaved look or a full on beard.

e y e s x // xWes' eyes are what he's most known for. They're a brilliant green, like emeralds. Captivating and striking. Surprisingly enough, he got those from his father and not Aphrodite.

o d d i t i e s x // xBefore coming to the camp, it could be said that Wes was without flaw from head to toe. But his first year came with many curveballs. The worst claiming his right arm. He does also have a few scars from the bumps they encountered at the camp, but nothing more noticeable than the absence of his right arm. But unlike many who would receive this blow, Wes laughs in the face of his own disability and refuses to let it cripple him.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xWes is not what is expected of a son of Aphrodite. For some reasons everyone assumes it'll be some pretty boy with polos and coiffed hair. Wes is almost always in a leather jacket and jeans. He looks like the boy that all the father's warn their daughters about. Tall, well fit in every way with a smile that could kill. He doesn't have to try to look attractive or seduce, it's just part of his natural charm and aura. The boy next door with bad boy charisma. It's been said his attractiveness appeals to everyone in different ways, almost morphing slightly to appeal to each person in a unique way. The worst part being, he's oblivious to most of his appeal. His innocence and naivety making him that much more magnetic.






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I N G E N I U M
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a p p e a r a n c e x m o r p h i n g x // x Aphrodite children can dramatically change their appearance, although Wes has no strength in this ability.

c u p i d x // x He has the ability to make people fall in love. Wes refuses to use this on another unless as part of a battle strategy.

s e x u a l x d e s i r e x // x Wes also can control the sexual urges and desires, but similarly to making others fall in love, he doesn't use it on others for personal gain.



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m u l t i l i n g u a l x // x Like all other children of Aphrodite, Wes can speak all romance languages. His favorite being French, but he barely uses it.

a l l u r i n g x // x To anyone, Wes always comes off attractive, magnetic and captivating. Be it pheromones, appearance or his silver tongue.

s i l v e r x t o n g u e x // x Wes has a way with his words, that even with enough focus can persuade others to do what he desires.



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p h y s i c a l x c o m b a t x // x Wes has never been much of a fighter, he may be physically strong and in shape, but he isn't much of a fighter. Over the past year he has been training to compensate for his right arm but can just barely hold his own.

l y i n g x // x He doesn't lie well, particularly because he hates lying.

s e l f l e s s x // x When it comes to others, Wes tends to put himself last. This can get him in sticky situations or even risk his life.



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l o s i n g x l o v e d x o n e s x // x Wes cares and loves deeply, so the thought of losing anyone close to him is terrifying which is part of the reason for his selflessness.

h e a r t x b r e a k x // x After all, he is human. His heart is fragile. He's had it broken once before... And doesn't want it to happen again.

l o n e l i n e s s x // x He's never been one to like being alone. The thought of going through life, just himself, scares him... Although he'e never admit it.





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
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One thing that could be said about Wes is that he has a big heart. This wouldn’t have been muttered when he first came to camp a year ago. He was the textbook definition of a womanizing piece of shit. But between the friendships he made at camp, he went through a complete change of character. He is a big muscley teddy bear, that wears his heart on his sleeve. He goes out of his way to do for others. Being borderline too selfless for his own good. Maybe if he wasn’t he’d still have his arm… But he doesn’t resent it, because his loss helped in what little way he could.

But, he is a son of Aphrodite. Although he is much humbler now… Or, as humble as an Aphrodite kid can be. He knows he’s attractive, but doesn’t necessarily flaunt it. His cockiness comes more from a very strong sense of self-esteem. There are very few things that he can pride himself on, but that doesn’t mean he’ll still won’t talk like he’s the best. Confidence is key. Maybe one day of telling himself and everyone else that he can do something, eventually he’ll be able to.

Shyness is not an option for Wes… Ever. He is the life of the party. His bubbly, magnetic personality makes it easy for him to eb and flow with people. Socializing comes easy to him, even if it is a deep emotional topic or expressing his feelings, Wes doesn’t give a second though to expressing himself. Sometimes that’s not always a good thing, but he’s never been one to try to be anything than his true authentic self.

It’s pretty funny how brave Wes is, when the odds are always against him. He’s not much of a fighter, doesn’t know much combat… But that wouldn’t stop him from charging into battle to protect those he loves. He’s brave to a reckless degree. That’s how he lost his arm. Blind bravery. In most cases a trait like that can be a positive… Only when you have the power to back it up. If his stupidity can save lives, then head first he goes right into it.






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H I S T O R I A R U M


Growing up in the 90210, Wesley always had whatever he could desire at the tips of his fingers. And to most that was always their dream to grow up with tons of money and parents who didn't seem to give 2 shits about what he did. Scratch that... parent. His father, Jacob Preston, was one of the most sought-after defense attorneys in the nation. Jacob could make serial killers come up as innocent in court. The made him a high demand lawyer, with a substantial amount of income. Being a lawyer, his dad was always very distant and cold towards Wes, leaving him to be raised by nannies and maids due to the absence of his mother.

Ever since he was little, Wes always had a knack for getting into trouble because it always seemed to be the only way to get his father's attention. On a regular basis he would skip classes to go meet up with girls or cause trouble throughout the town. By age 16 he had been arrested twice and every cop in the district knew his name. But Wes didn't mind the attention, in fact he loved it whenever all eyes were on him. His new bad boy reputation also made him begin to get even more affection from the ladies… Compared the large amount he was already getting when he still dressed in the expensive clothes his father bought him. Wesley would be rather wearing a leather jacket, and a pair of torn jeans, driving an old model car or motorcycle, instead of the $1000 suits and Mercedes his father tried to buy him.

Although Wesley was a very intelligent kid in school, he ended up flunking out due to his numerous absences and his lack of attention or discipline. When his father found out that Wes wasn't going to be able to go to Yale like he did, he was furious. He no longer wanted his son in his house hold let alone anywhere near him. So, Jacob finally decided to sit Wes done and tell him the true story about his mother. Obviously, Wesley did not believe a single thing his father said, until Aphrodite herself appeared in their living room.

She said that she had been trying since Wes was a kid to get his father to send him to the camp where he would be "safe." Since his father no longer wanted anything to do with him, Aphrodite took the opportunity when she could. It was apparent that his parents no longer got along, but as to the history that passed between them, Wesley would never find out. All he could tell was that his father had been keeping him from his mom all these years, and even though Wes felt a little old to be going to a camp. He accepted the opportunity to get away from his ungrateful dad and possibly one day get to know his mother better.

As if his life wasn’t already being flipped upside down, everything changed when he came to camp. For the first time in Wes’ life, it was just about him. He didn’t have to fight to get attention, because everyone there was special in their own way. He had friends… People always either wanted in his wallet or pants, never taking the chance to get to know the man beneath. He finally knew what it was like to be wanted somewhere… And it changed everything about him. His prerogative changed from selfish to selfless, and his narcissistic shell faded to a compassionate teddy bear. Fighting hydras, a hopeless crush and losing his arm… he never felt more at home.





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Wesley Preston's Story

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Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston
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"And so the true motive presents itself," Wes said, heading on over to the place of his inevitable defeat. Trinity's cheeks almost hurt from grinning ear-to-ear. "Are you trying to stack the odds in your favor by ambushing a sleeping man in the morning? You must be really worried that I'll win."

Trinity mouth dropped as if offended then she chuckled. “Excuse you, Mr. Smacktalk.”

"On your count, Blondie."

She rolled her eyes and tightly clenched his hand. “On three. One,” she said gently, flexing her fingers on his hand, “two,” her eyes searched his expression for his readiness, “three.”

When she learned to be sex on legs and flirt, Wes could maybe beat her at an arm wrestle. Trinity set her arm like stone in place seeing what Wes initiated. Whether he was gentle because she was female and petite next to him, or whether he was going all out for male pride and to take her on an official date. Her arm wavered against his for a second and she widened her eyes surprised. Pleasantly surprised, that he was trying and possessed such strength. As their arms fought for dominance, Trinity thought on what she'd do with him as a slave for a day and none of it was largely inspiring or exciting. Verse his idea of an official date. It was definitely new and maybe it was the most daring thing she could do. Trinity pushed Wes's arm back, no more than 60 degrees. Maybe it'd be nice. Trinity induced him with extra strength.

Dates weren't her forte but with Wes...she could trust him. Trinity slowly started to lose more and more ground, her brows pinching together in concentration until her hand hit the table. Trinity gasped and looked up to Wes wide-eyed and concerned. She didn't know what to make of it. She didn't know why she gave him an extra edge.

Then ever so slowly a smile spread across her features. Usually she'd bark for a rematch but part of her was happy to lose in this rare case. “Well, how about that?” she commented quietly.

Trinity couldn't help but look Wes over. Truly she was speechless left in awe mixed with anxiety. The more time they spent together, the more Wes saw of her and it just increased the chances of him realizing she was a bad idea for companionship. And an official date, there was no preparing for that.

“I hope you know what you're doing,” Trinity whispered to him.

Hope and warnings aside, she folded her arms across his table. “So are you walking with me to get some brekky or do I have to pretend I'm sane and sit with normal people?”

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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Annie Lee Character Portrait: Kalani Alana
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"We'll get through this, I promise. Everything will work out the way its supposed to, but before it gets better, sadly, we have to go through the worst. I'm here for you, and you don't have to bare any of the pain alone. You don't have to be strong in front of me. I'll be strong for the both of us."

Andy looked towards him as a silent tear rolled down her cheek. It wasn't necessarily what she wanted to hear, but the plain simple truth. She sniffled as Ajax took her hands and helped her to her feet. But he didn't release her hands, instead leaning in towards her. His lips brushed hers for a brief moment. Andy kissed him back tenderly, but she was thankful he didn't go for another. Regardless of how good it felt to get things off her chest, it was still raw and takes time.

Ajax remained closer to her, lips maybe an inch from hers as he spoke. "I will be the one to fix all of this."

Andy's brows furrowed as she slipped her hands from his. She didn't like the sounds of that. "What are you talking about? You can't reverse time and change the past, Ajax."

For some reason it sounded like Ajax was trying to fix more than her own problems. But what else could there be to fix? The past cannot be unwritten. Daniel is dead. Jennova is dead. Wes has no arm. And no matter how much Andy tries to forget, she was tortured in the Underworld. That's just how it was. None of it could be fixed. She studied his face, but whatever he was thinking, he was certain in it. Sometimes in all her love for him, she hated how everything seemed an ultimatum with him. The world wasn't ending, it was just the rough aftermath. There was nothing more to do besides manage.

Andy sighed, glancing down slightly. "Please, just don't do something stupid."




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Trinity pretended to be offended when Wes realized that she came to him out of pure competition. She wasn't fooling him when she tried to look surprised, and quickly chuckled. “Excuse you, Mr. Smacktalk.” He smiled waiting for her to start the contest. “On three. One." Her grip on his hand tighten as she prepared. Trin's game face was on. But, Wes couldn't help but just smile. "Two. Three."

Wes didn't hold back, but didn't put all his strength into it at the first moment. He wanted to gauge her own strength, and, of course, she was no weakling. A slight grin graced his lips as he then put his all into it. Her own grasp even wavered for a minute. Wes was glad he wasn't all talk. But, using a single arm for almost a year definitely would put some muscle into it.

He wondered if he should let her win. Trin seemed more like a deer in the headlights then intrigued by the idea of a date with him. After all, she didn't owe him anything. They shared a kiss... That was hardly binding. Sure, it made Wes realize all he wanted... All he'd ever want was her. But love isn't a one way street and he knew that. But, just as he thought about letting up, Wes felt a wave of energy.

Wes' smirk faded slightly as he stared at their hands. He was winning? He adjusted his grasp on her hand, and put forth another push. Then it happened... Trinity's hand fell back and hit the table. His eyes widened as he just stared as his hand continued to hold hers down against the table. When he finally looked up, he was even more surprised to see that she was smiling. He half expected her to get pissed and storm out of his cabin, demand a rematch or begrudgingly agree to the date. But she didn't. She just smiled. “Well, how about that?”

His grasp on her hand slowly lessened, but Wes didn't move his hand. Instead, just for a brief moment he let his thumb brush the top of her hand. "Yeah," he chuckled, smiling towards her. "Look at that." He didn't feel the need to gloat, nor did he want to.

“I hope you know what you're doing,” she whispered toward him.

"I do," he replied softly while holding her gaze. Wes knew her, if she wanted him to or not. And he liked what he knew. He just hoped that this date wouldn't disappoint. If she was miserable... He wouldn't stop her from leaving. All he wanted was her happiness, even if, in the end, that wasn't with him.

Wes let her hand slip from under his as she then crossed her arms. Almost like flipping a switch, the vulnerable side of Trinity closed up and the sarcastic side was back out. “So are you walking with me to get some brekky or do I have to pretend I'm sane and sit with normal people?”

"What in the hell is a brekky?" Wes asked, then his brows furrowed as if he finally understood the weird slang. "Yeah, yeah. Just let me change real quick." He pushed off the table as he stood up, swinging his leg from over the chair and started toward his room. It didn't take him too terribly long to get into a pair of jeans, and put on some sneakers. He grabbed the first shirt he could find. Luckily it was already unbuttoned so half of the battle was over.

Wes walked out of his room, his left hand slowly and sometimes unsuccessfully trying to button his shirt. He could do it, it just took awhile. He would have Trinity here starving if they sat around waiting for him to finish fastening his shirt. So, he could afford to swallow his pride a bit since he won the arm wrestle. "Do you mind helping me?... I can do it, but you might be waiting for awhile." He laughed weakly as his thumb and index figure tugged at the buttons of his shirt.

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Sloane cupped her hands around her coffee mug, sipping from it occasionally. From Kalani's nod, she could only assume the girl was about as thrilled for training as she was. After all, Ani was an Aphrodite kid. They aren't generally known to be fierce warriors or anything. Not that they could help it. Her brother Wes looked like he could kick ass, but Sloane knew better than that... She heard the stories.

"I get that," Ani replied. "What's a child of Aphrodite supposed to do?" She laughed, motioning to her small muscles. "Seems like we're in the same boat."

Sloane contemplated not replying, but she sighed, trying to be as social as someone like her could manage. "Wes has seen battle, hasn't he?" She glanced over at Kalani slightly. "He might have pointers." It was a dumb comment, but it was all that she could think of. Honestly, Sloane could put money on the fact that both of them would probably be some of the first people to get their asses handed to them.

"Or, at least tell you how to not lose an arm," Sloane added with a slight chuckle.

But, what little part of Sloane's shell had opened up, quickly snapped shut when another person joined them. "Morning, Ani!" She looked up seeing the other Annie coming straight for the two of them. Then she looked straight at Sloane. "Hello. Sloane, isn't it?"

"Yes," she replied curtly. Sloane was never a fan of those kinds of greetings. If someone wasn't sure about her name or if they had met previously but forgot, then they could simply introduce themselves again. It was more polite, and was easier than asking someone to verify who they were. She didn't say anything else, simply sipping from her coffee quietly.

"We were just talking about today's training. Neither of us are particularly looking forward to it." Kalani looked towards her briefly, and Sloane shared her glance for a moment. "You know I'm a lover not a fighter."

After what seemed like a polite enough time to sit around, Sloane finished what was left of her coffee. She then put her bag over her shoulder, and picked up her old mug in her other hand. She moved to her feet, and glanced over at Kalani. "Thanks again for the coffee... See you at training." Sloane nodded her head towards both of them, and then headed back to the main hall before they tried to stop her.

Sloane made her way inside, avoiding the campers that were there. She took the coffee mugs to the kitchen, setting them in the sink. She would have washed them but honestly had no idea where anything belonged, so hopefully that was good enough. As she exited the kitchen and headed toward the door, she noticed Dom sitting by himself. Sloane had half a mind to walk over him and take a seat, but then she saw that he was reading the book she lent him. She smiled slightly to herself. When their gazes met briefly, she raised to hand in a slight wave, then exited the main hall.




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Mason laughed dryly at Sylas' comments. "I'm touched, but a few things, if I were to kill anybody on this camp or that even belonged to camp, I'd have a bounty on me. The whole anti-Hades mob would finally get an excuse to swarm. Second, thanks for your input and playing match maker but Andy's not my type and I'm not hers. She wants white knight, gallant hero, picture perfect. I want spunk, endurance, someone I can bring home to Hades."

Sylas remained quiet, picking at his food and listening to Mason. Of course, he was apprehensive of Sylas, who wouldn't be. Plus, it probably sounded like he was skirting around something or full of fake sympathies. Either way, Sylas wasn't the type to just throw in the towel that easily. Some people need a slow approach, and some, just need you to come out and say it. Black and white.

"And hey, if anyone decapitated Sloane when she was defenseless, I'd be on your side too, dude."

Sylas laughed weakly, grabbing his juice and drinking from it. Mason seemed like the type of person where Sylas didn't have to wear this false facade of an average person around. So, almost like flipping a switch, he leaned forward resting on his elbows. His entire expression changed from some who was trying to make a friend, to the cold asshole he was. If a Hades kid couldn't appreciate it, then who could?

"But doesn't Hecate live in the Underworld?" Sylas quirked a brow toward Mason, while resting his palms on the table. "Andy doesn't know what she wants. It's all a matter of... Simple persuasion. And well, if the Valises are out of the way?" He shrugged his shoulders slightly, allowing Mason to connect the dots how he saw fit. Of course he knew that if the Hades boy killed the beloved Ajax, that would hurt any chances he had with the left over baggage. But, there were always other paths to take.

"There are more ways than one to accomplish what you want." Sylas' voice was low but full of intent. No, Mason didn't have the ability to get people to do what he wanted. Working alone, of course he'd get his hands dirty. But, Sylas had no problem dirtying his hands... Or better yet, making others do his dirty business for him. "There can't be a bounty on your head if you're not the one doing the killing."

Sylas grabbed a grape, popping it in his mouth, allowing Mason a moment to think. "Let me put it plainly." He held Mason's gaze as he spoke his next words only loud enough for him to hear. "Do you want help with the Valises, or not?" he asked, sliding his bowl of fruit towards Mason almost like a peace offering.

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"I do," he seemed to promise with his gaze on hers. Trinity smiled a little, more worried about her own end because she did trust Wes in that moment.

"What in the hell is a brekky?" She opened her mouth to respond, but Wes continued. "Yeah, yeah. Just let me change real quick." Trinity chuckled, sometimes forgetting their slangs didn't align. While he left for his room Trinity stared at her left hand with a glint of worry, and the right protectively cradled it. She prayed she wasn't losing strength and that whatever an official date was, it would be okay. She would be okay. She made the right decision.

Trinity blew out a sigh and shook out her arms. Wes emerged from his room, slowly fumbling with a few buttons on his shirt. "Do you mind helping me?... I can do it, but you might be waiting for awhile." He laughed weakly and tugged on his buttons.

“No, yeah, sure.” Trinity approached Wes to help fasten the remaining buttons. A heat crept over her cheeks standing before him. Despite being careful and steady, her knuckles and fingers would brush his torso in a feather touch as she worked. “Sorry,” she mumbled, although her eyes focused on the chore at hand until she was done. Trinity glanced up to him and smiled. “Good to go.”

She led the way to the hall silently. She was, at the core, still at a loss for words. It wasn't that things were awkward, Trinity was only in her own head. But as they got to the more populated areas, like outside the hall where Kalani and Annie, and a few couple other bodies resided, Trinity found conversation again. “She's lovely, your sister. You two seem to connect really easily. I mean it makes sense, you're both so...loving I guess.” Trinity smiled. Kalani and Wes both molded so well into camp so quickly within their first weeks. They were endearing and conversational. “You must be excited to have another person to bug.” She bumped her shoulder into him playfully then spun on her heel walking backwards. “Uuh, you should also probably teach me to be more socially pleasant so I can get a head start. You know, get the family to start liking me and approve of me in the early stages.” Trinity winked and chuckled, though on some level she felt it was genuinely needed. Talking about how Aphrodites powers could disarm enemies and lead them to the edge of their own swords probably wasn't the most charming topic of conversation.

It would be hella amazing though.

Her eyes widened in realization and she held Wes's arm. “Can you compel me? Like fill me so much devotion that I'd do anything?” Trinity knew he didn't like making people do things or feel things against their true will, but she was asking for it. “Do it. Turn me into a teddy bear. Make me hug someone.” A harmless suggestion ultimately with Kal and Annie as the potential nearest victims, and a test of Wes's powers. “Come on Ken Doll, make me do something un-Trinity.”
She poked him gently and repetitively with a sly smile.



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Harley stood near the kitchen waiting for something as simple yet delicious as a grilled cheese and tomato sandwich, crossing her arms, then tapping her forearms as she waited for the toaster to do its business while her eyes scanned the crowd. The most intriguing of conversions had to be between Mason and Sylas. She couldn't say them interacting was odd, something about the pair just looked right but...Harley didn't know. It didn't look particularly buddy bud as so many others sitting together did.

Her attention shifted easily when a girl raced through her vision preparing breakfast like a woman on a mission. Harley raised her brows and shifted aside to avoid being collateral damage. People were extra weird on this camp but she kinda liked it. She could dig it. The smell of burning wafted up her nostrils and she spun around with a start turning off the machine and throwing her slightly burnt toast on a plate. Harley grimaced disappointed. In all her history of toast making she had been an expert, managing that perfect golden brown shade and crunch but now the record was gone, her toast tainted of little black marks. Even so, she acknowledged it could have been much worse.

In the nick of time, the same girl darted pass again with a plate prepared and Harley lifted her own plate above head to avoid a collision this time. She watched the girl deliver it to Mateo. Son of Hera. He was evidently pleased with his waitress service and Harley didn't even know there was such a thing at camp.

Harley started towards Mateo though based on their outfit and outward appeal differences, she wouldn’t be surprised if he wrinkled his nose at her presence. He kind of had that air of 'I'm a prince.'
“Morning. Can that nifty trick be taught or is she just a peach?” She threw her head towards the doll that made him some warm breakfast. Harley could steal someone's breakfast sure, but personal service...there was no lifting of a finger required. “Did you have fun last night?”

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"It'll be okay- we can all get stabbed togeth-." Kalani hears the falter in Annie's voice, following her line of sight to Finley. A wry smile forms on Kalani's lips but she stays silent, not wanting to bring it up in front of Sloane. She wasn't quite that tactless that she'd expose her friend's crush to a near stranger.

However Kalani isn't left to ponder on Annie's feelings, and how best she could wing woman in this situation, as Sloane starts to get up. "Thanks again for the coffee... See you at training." Sending her a 'no problem' kind of nod, Kalani watches as Sloane walks off, sad that she didn't want to stay for longer, and yet happy she'd even managed to have a conversation longer than a minute with the girl.

"I'm sorry, I interrupted, didn't I?" Kalani shakes her head, nudging Annie with her elbow. "Of course not, she's just.." What was the right word to describe Sloane? "Reserved." Not being able to think of anything more fitting Kalani goes with the first word that pops into her mind, sending Annie a warm smile.

"And besides, I'm far more interested in talking about what that was about." Kalani giggles, referring to Finley's wink - something incredibly out of character for the guy. "I saw you guys walk home together last night, what happened?" Kalani extends the last word, wiggling her eyebrows at Annie. Knowing full well that it was likely nothing had, Annie and Finley were both far too coy to have even kissed, even if they did share feelings for each other. Which was why Kalani knew she was going to have to work a little manage to make anything happen; if that's what Annie wanted, of course.

Scooting over a little closer to Annie so they could talk more privately, Kalani adjusts her shorts so that her bare thighs aren't sitting on the grass, she notices many more people approaching the dining hall now. Wondering whether that was where the announcement would be, Kalani keeps her eyes on the people passing for a while, until finally she sees Trinity and Wes heading for the hall. As her smile grows brighter at the sight of her brother, Kalani sends them both a little wave. Excited to see them together, and looking rather close.

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“No, yeah, sure,” Trinity replied as she agreed to help Wes with his buttons. He glanced down at her slightly, noticing a little blush on her cheeks. He didn't smile, although he wanted to. Instead remaining quiet, and not moving to make it easier for her. Occasionally as she worked, her fingers would brush his skin. Wes thought nothing of it until she mumbled a quiet, “Sorry.” His smile met hers when she finished. “Good to go.”

"Thank you." Wes raised his hand, tugging at his shirt slightly to readjust it against his torso. He then took the loose right sleeve and tucked it inside the shirt so it didn't just flop around carelessly. The walk towards the main hall was quiet, aside from the sound of twigs and leaves crunching under foot. Wes was sure everything was probably overwhelming Trinity, and he didn't want to make it worse, so decided to opt for silence on his end as well.

Wes looked around at the other campers who slowly migrated towards the hall, noticing his sister sitting under a tree with another one of the newbies. She smiled and waved toward himself and Trinity. He raised his own hand to return the wave. Then his attention promptly returned to his present company as she finally spoke up. “She's lovely, your sister. You two seem to connect really easily. I mean it makes sense, you're both so...loving I guess.”

He smiled back toward Trin with a chuckle. "Right, an Aphrodite kid loving? Who knew?"

“You must be excited to have another person to bug,” she added with a bump against his shoulder. Wes watched her as she spun around, walking backwards but still facing him. “Uuh, you should also probably teach me to be more socially pleasant so I can get a head start. You know, get the family to start liking me and approve of me in the early stages.” She winked with a chuckle.

Wes quirked a brow slightly at the comment. He hooked his thumb in a belt loop of his jeans, studying her slightly with curiosity. "You go from a deer in headlights at the thought of an official date... To wanting me to prep you to meet my family?" He couldn't fight the smirk that crept across his face while he nudged her shoulder playfully with his own. "And for the record," he added, resting his elbow on her shoulder. "My family only consists of Kalani and my father. Ani loves everyone... And my father? Well, he hates me, so he'd probably like you." Wes chuckled softly.

Wes stopped in place when Trin grabbed a hold of his arm. His brows raised, looking at her curiously. “Can you compel me? Like fill me so much devotion that I'd do anything?”

He cleared his throat, surprised by the question. "I mean... Well, yeah I could, but—"

“Do it. Turn me into a teddy bear. Make me hug someone.” Wes parted his lips to interject but Trin was on a roll, so he let her finish. “Come on Ken Doll, make me do something un-Trinity.” She then began to repeatedly poke him to egg him on and do it.

Wes stared at her poking finger with furrowed brows. "It doesn't quite work like that." He laughed and quickly grabbed her finger before she can poke him again. He doesn't release his grasp on it as he continues. "I can't make you do anything. I can only give you a strong sense of love, devotion or obsession... Then anything beyond that is whatever your twisted little psyche decides."

He wasn't necessarily saying no, he wouldn't do it. But, Wes wanted Trinity to understand the full gravity of what she was asking. No one likes their mind or emotions being meddled with. It'd make her feel like a puppet to something beyond her control. "Plus, if people can't accept you for who you are, then they obviously don't deserve you as a friend. Because I think you're perfect the way you are." With that, he shrugged his shoulders in a matter of fact way. He released her finger as he looked down at her. "But, if you really want me to do it... I will. But, you can't be mad at me if you don't like it or do something... Well, undesired."

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Sloane hesitated for a moment in the doorway of the main hall. She was glad Dom was reading her book. She didn't know if it was out of obligation or general curiosity, but it was still nice to see. No one ever took interest in similar things to her. But... She did kind of practically shoved the book at him. Sloane had half of a mind to turn around and tell him that. That he didn't have to read her book if he didn't want to. Then Raven sat with him, and her mind changed. She could handle one on one interactions but once groups got bigger, she got more uncomfortable.

She scanned the hall until she was met by a piercing gaze from a far off table. Her brother gave her a mischievous smirk, no doubt in part to his current company. But also behind a somewhat innocent grin was more... A warning. He knew who she was looking at, and she could imagine his words ringing in her ears. You have a job here and that isn't to make friends. Sloane tensed. After a moment, her gaze briefly darted towards Dom once more before she inhaled sharply and ducked out of the hall.

Sloane made sure to walk in a different direction than the way she entered to avoid running into Kalani and Annie again. Once she was down at the far end of the field, her pace slowed as she came to the base of a large tree. Without a moment's hesitation, she climbed up into it, stopping on a thick branch. Sloane sighed, trying to relax in her solitude. She leaned her back against the trunk of the tree, her right leg dangling over the side of the branch, while her left was bent and brought towards her chest.

Up that high, most campers would walk right past her without noticing her there. Sloane liked that. It was easier to avoid doing whatever her brother or mother wanted her to do if she didn't allow people to get close to her. Unlike Sylas, who tried his best to mold to the camps standards, she preferred to appear like what most people assumed of an Eris child. It was her own repellent... Well, for most people aside from Kalani, who can't help it based on her parentage, and Dom. Which, Sloane couldn't put a finger on it as to why he doesn't seem put off by her.

With a soft sigh, Sloane reached in her bag and pulled out her leather bound journal. Writing seemed to be her only solace. She didn't have the luxury of talking to anyone about how she felt. She couldn't even really do it in her journals because Sylas would go through her things on a regular basis and read them. But, out of all the things her brother was, he was dense and poetry was greek to him. It was her only way to get out what she was feeling without writing it out in black and white. Sloane let her pen glide effortlessly along the page as the soft breeze blew loose raven hairs across her face. It was peaceful, if even for a moment.




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Mason smiled and took one of the offered grapes. Check one for Sylas. "That's all you had to say." Sure, Sylas could have strolled on over, plopped a squat and been like 'hey, wanna partner?' But, he had more tact than that. Also, it'd probably seem less sincere and more like a joke just tossed on the table like that. There was a method to everything he did, even if it wasn't apparent to others.

"I could use the help. But with respect, I would prefer my..." Mason looked him over. "murder pal? to be someone who, at the least, I know isn't going to stab me in the back the first sign of trouble. No offence to your gifts."

Sylas shrugged his shoulders while pursing his lips. Sound thought, he was sure it probably crossed a lot of people's minds. It was nothing new. "No offense taken. But with similar respect, the same could be said of a Hades child." He didn't skirt around the apprehensions like Mason did. He knew it had to do with him being an Eris child, and it didn't bother him. "But, you can rest assured when I give someone my word, I follow through," he added, taking a grape and popping it into his mouth. "And I don't scare easily. I'm not frightened of a little bit of lightening."

What Mason might not know is that Sylas isn't all talk. Yes, he can induce mass chaos on many levels. The easiest being making others just begin fighting each other for no apparent reason. It's natural to assume Eris kids would be... Well, pussies. Once they have to get their own hands dirty, they don't know how to wield a sword or defend themselves. But, Sylas had the best education money could buy, with extensive classes in fencing. He could fuck up a Valis's day without a single drop of his abilities. He'd let Mason discover that for himself during training.

"I'm curious to hear your plan of action if you even have one. Or should I just trust you?" Mason asked. "Also, does this make us friends now?"

Sylas watched Mason toss the grape in the air and catch it in his mouth. He chuckled. "I think allies would be a more appropriate term. Friends aren't really in my wheel house." That wasn't to say a friendship wouldn't follow, but Sylas didn't have friends. A lot of that due to the simple fact that he was... Basically a high functioning sociopath. But, that's a technicality. "And no, I don't expect you to just trust me. Trust and friendship is earned... Not freely given."

He tapped his fingers against the surface of the table for a long moment, before finally speaking up again. "Well, I mean we could simply just corner one of them... Stab stab. Job's done," Sylas said dryly, obvious that it wasn't the best idea for a plan. "That lacks... Creativity, for lack of a better term. Sure, death is the end goal but we don't want it to be swift and merciful. It's more satisfying destroying someone, breaking them down and ruining them, root and stem." He paused for a moment to gauge Mason's expression before continuing. "I don't know how devious you are... But, I liked the idea of turning everyone they love against them."

Death is simple. It's quick, to the point and over in a blink. But, there is an art when it comes to truly ruining someone. You take everything away from them, their power, position and those they love. Leave them alone in the world with no one but themselves and the thoughts of their own transgressions. Then and only then, is it the time to kill them. Killing someone when they have everything makes them a martyr, but killing them when they are nothing? It's like erasing them from ever existing in the first place. You're not seen as a monster... But a hero. It's all about perspective.




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"I won't do anything reckless," Ajax promised. But, something deep in Andy didn't believe him. She didn't say anything though, instead simply nodding her head. "You go on ahead, I'm going to go for a walk." He placed a kiss upon her head. "I'll come find you when I'm back."

Andy sighed. "Alright." That was all she could really bring herself to say before she turned and left Ajax's cabin. She walked as swiftly as she could through the woods, hoping not to cross paths with anyone. She wasn't in the mood for the rumors or whispers about her making the 'walk of shame' back to her cabin after spending the night with Ajax. Luckily for her, it seemed most of the campers were already up and not lingering around their cabins, so she made it back without any incident.

She let out a sigh of relief when she closed the door to her cabin, throwing her things on her bed. Andy trudged over to her bathroom, stopping before the sink. She looked up at her reflection, groaning at the sight of herself. Last night's mascara left trails down her cheeks. Her eyes were still blood shot and puffy. Then there was her hair... Andy gripped the porcelain sink, taking a deep breath. After gathering herself, she stripped down and got in the shower needing to wash the past day off of her. Of course, the water could only wash away the dirt, not her own racing thoughts.

Andy wasted no time once she was out of the shower. She got dressed quickly, and left her wet, curly hair free so that it could air dry. Then, like she had been for nearly a year now, Andy pushed all her struggles, worries and pains to the back of her mind. The moment she stepped out of the door, it was like nothing was wrong with her. She had gotten good at it over the past months. It was only a select handful of people that Andy let see what was really going on with her, but the new campers didn't need to know. She still had to be strong for camp, for her friends... And herself.

She made her way toward the main hall. Andy missed out on breakfast at Ajax's so her stomach was growling something fierce. When she reached the open field, she came up behind Wes and Trinity. They seemed extra smiley that day, which helped lighten Andy's own mood. Instead of interrupting them, she flashed them both a smile and a wave as she moved past them, beelining for the hall. Once inside, she grabbed herself a bowl of cereal and banana. Turning around, Andy scanned the room trying to decide where to sit. She had half a mind to sit with Mason, but seeing him with another camper, she simply smiled. It was nice seeing him make new friends. So instead, she opted to sit at an empty table and dig into her food.

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Kalani offered a wave and Trinity twiddled her fingers in response. See, exhibit a. She was the perfect delightful little vegemite.

"You go from a deer in headlights at the thought of an official date... To wanting me to prep you to meet my family?"

She cringed at herself. “Was it that obvious?” She waved it off dismissively regardless. Her deer in headlights moment had faded. Hopefully.

"And for the record, my family only consists of Kalani and my father. Ani loves everyone... And my father? Well, he hates me, so he'd probably like you." Wes chuckled softly while Trinity's head cocked to the side curiously but still smiled. That didn't necessarily sound like a good thing since Wes had to live with him. Or certainly endure him in some form or the other.

“And your mum,” she said when there was no add on of Aphrodite. Trinity didn't know what part she played in Wesley's life but it still took two to tango and the Goddess was family.

Trinity awaited his…well…his command in a very real sense. "It doesn't quite work like that. I can't make you do anything. I can only give you a strong sense of love, devotion or obsession... Then anything beyond that is whatever your twisted little psyche decides."

“Learn something new,” Trinity noted, half-impressed and amused with her finger trapped in his hand. But his powers and love and whatnot were very much his domain so she couldn't exactly argue or prompt for it to work in a certain way.

"Plus, if people can't accept you for who you are, then they obviously don't deserve you as a friend. Because I think you're perfect the way you are." Ah, he said the p word. She should have figured he'd go for the just be yourself basis speech and it was hard for her to stop from rolling her eyes even as her head and heart soared. "But, if you really want me to do it... I will. But, you can't be mad at me if you don't like it or do something... Well, undesired."

“Have you tried it?” She quirked up a challenging brow. But she could hear his response to that already. "No, it won't work,"or, "yes, it didn't end well" which she'd then feel bad for. “Fine, fine. I get it. The power of passion is dangerous. Trinity stalked towards the hall. “How would the primitive daughter to the god of war possibly be able to cope with lust?” she ranted to herself through the kitchen and begrudgingly poured herself some cocoa puffs and milk in a bowl. Though it was for dramatic flare, Trinity couldn't help to infer some layer underneath, that he meant she particularly couldn't handle, love, devotion and obsession. Even when logic argued it applied to everyone.

“But you can point love and desire in a direction?” she said returning to open conversation with Wes. “That's how you made the giant chase those stonemen last year. So what if you...” It took one look at his right stump and she clamped her lips shut. Whatever the case, Wes only had control to an extent otherwise he woudn't have let that happen to his limb. And he preferred not to do it. Trinity sighed out then pressed her tongue to her cheek. Not because of Wes's decision and information but because she was exasperated with herself.

Perfect my ass. One day maybe she'd learn the art of shutting up. Trin then scanned the crowd and who to sit with. Andy was the first that popped out but Ajax would likely swoop in and bring a grin about her face. She felt very out of place with the lovebirds. Theo was there but could be counted as busy. Then there was Elias.

Trinity's body was already sinking slowly into the seat across from Andy, however. “Hey.” She smiled and shuffled over assuring plenty of room for Wes. “Where's company?” Trinity nodded to the vacant space next to Andy, no doubt in reference to golden boy.



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"A magician never reveals his secrets, but if I might add the peachiness definitely makes it a bit easier". She chuckled. No doubt. Probably too easy. "If you'd like to see it in action however, I'd be more than happy to have you fetch me a glass of water." Her eyes widened and smile broke but before she could open her mouth to retort he laughed. "I'm just kidding, I've had enough fun this morning already".

She shook her head to herself with a grin. “You got me.”

To the feels of the party, he replied, "As much as I could. The damn thing ended before all the real fun would start. I guess I was a little let down, I expected a demigod party to be more exciting than the ones the frat boys throw on back home. Tell me, have you ever seen a nineteen year old boy take ten shots of vodka in a row, recite the Gettysburg address, and then jump through a window? It's more exciting than you think."

Harley laughed again, the picture he painted playing quite vividly in her head. She could imagine its entertainment “No doubt.”

"What about you? Everything you've ever hoped?"

“Oh, it's all a dream come true.” She rolled her eyes like the answer was obvious then gave a smirk of her own. “Well you pretty much said it. I seized what opportunities I could to pep up the night. It died premature. It was good for its drinks and a few snippets of entertainment then....poof. Gone. Party disbanded. But, I'm optimistic and hopeful for round two done right and to top any frat boy party experience.” Then she leaned forward, looking around to check they were in the clear as the next secret words of wisdom departed from her lips, “Also, just generally, if another game of spin the bottle occurs, you might want to be the spokesman to suggest not kissing like its kindergarten.” Harley beamed. Not that she had seen every kiss shared in the circle but from what she saw and due to the lack of commentary and commotion, she guessed it was pretty....G rated. Which was nice and sweet but for entertainment/party purposes it probably needed to offer a little more flare.

“Oh, not a stalker by the way,” she added with a quick throw up of her hands in surrender. “Just observant,” she said, the same time as her fingers touched her shoulders.

Harley took a bite of her toast finally, too caught up in story time to pay her breakfast the attention it deserved. “You heard the latest gossip on camp?” she inquired behind her hand. Harley stretched out a pause in case her company had some different and more juicy gossip to provide. “Capture the flag is happening today.” She waggled her brows. For the likes of Harley, there was nothing more invigorating than a competitive little game. For others it was probably something groan worthy. Particularly after a night of drinking. “I'm sure camp's version of capture the flag will exceed any expectation.”



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Atticus walked her to the hall and led them to a vacant table. "So, what would my dear sister like to eat this morning?" Atticus offered.

Evelyn smirked figuring this was his version of redemption. “I won’t be forgiving you so easily,” she teased, “but since you're keen to be so kind I'll have porridge with sliced strawberries and banana.” Eve looked around at the others and their variety of meals. “And toast generously buttered, with eggs and bacon cooked to perfection, a little tub of yogurt and...” Eve stuttered as she couldn't even think of something for the extensive list to go on and she laughed. “I really would like some porridge, thanks Atti.”

She sat back and crossed her legs. Eventually they were going to have to talk about his absence at the party, unless the reason was transparent or would reveal itself sooner than later. But Eve figured she had been interrogative enough within 24hours, so instead offered up a confession of her own. In Kit's room he had asked what Evelyn said to get McKenna to mentally beat her though by the end of the night things looked slightly better. “I didn't say or do anything wrong last night,” Evelyn insisted to Atticus softly. “I was just a bit...forward with her. She's young, she's pretty, she has mental fortress walls around her.” Evelyn shrugged. “I was intrigued. I initially wanted her to know she had someone on her side funnily enough.” Funnily enough in this circumstance meaning poorly ironic again, Evelyn mused. Was that the only thing she could find humor in these days?

Her fingers drummed a gentle rhythm on the table. It was quite a thing to be misunderstood but she had long promised herself people could make their own conclusions on her. At least she had Kit who she gave a warm smile to. Luckily he was graced with a little more appropriate social ability even if trend suggested the eldest be gifted in that department instead.

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Elias finished his meal. He did not mind being alone at the table. As he was taking his last bite he let his gaze run around the room. When it settled on Trinity, he noticed that her gaze had just left him. Then she headed over to a table. No most likely she'd just been scanning the room. He thought about what a big brother was supposed to be like. Ok, he wasn't a big brother really, still it seemed that despite his usual policy of keeping to himself he might need to reach out to a few people here. His half sister was certainly one of those people. He looked down to his plate for another bite but found nothing there. he gave a little sigh and stood up. heading over to drop the tray off, he headed for the Table that Trin and Andy were seated at.

He had seen her a few times working out, training herself. He'd seen her pushing a little too hard too. He'd imagined that her friends had said as much to her too so he'd not make any comment on that. He did want to get to know her a little bit and well that seemed the perfect introduction. He'd find out a little more about her for sure, and well, maybe even a bit of just how far she was pushing. As he approached he gave a nod to Andy, then Wes. "Sorry to interrupt. I've just got a quick question for you Trinity. You up for a run tomorrow morning? We're both here, and well just doesn't seem right to not know anything about my half sister, ya know?" He'd stay a good couple steps back and to the side. He hated when people stood behind him and he imagined that most of the children of the gods had similar feelings. After all the world wasn't really a safe place for them.

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STAFF ANNOUNCEMENT - ALARIC HART

ImageHe headed to the hall with a large bag over his shoulder prompting the camp attendees outside to follow him as he passed so he could make the announcement. Other staff patrolled the camp rounding the strays up or those that chose to slumber in their cabins.

Once he was burrowed in towards the back of the hall, he begun. "Excuse me." He cleared his throat. "Excuse me." Having little success to gain their focus that way, he whistled loudly, its sound easily carrying through the hall.
"Great. Now, it has come to my attention that the camp has been making ill on its promises to help harness and flourish your powers and provide exciting activity. So today, we play an extreme capture the flag. And yes it's mandatory that you participate. As elementary as that may sound, you need it. Welcome to camp. The teams will be split up in two.."

He cleared his throat and read from his list. "The Red Spartans: Alexandria, Andromeda, Dominick, McKenna, Ji-hyun, Sloane, Theo, Harleen, Finley, Atticus, Adrianna, Kalani, Elias, Nikoloas, Lise, Mason."

He looked up from his list expecting the groans to roll in but protesting would get them nowhere.

"The Blue Trojans: Ajax, Gwendolyn, Trinity, Wesley, Sylas, Annie, Seung-min, Emery, Dimitri, Duke, Keith, Isobel, Mateo, Areum, Raven and Evelyn."

"You die, you lose. You tap out, you lose. You get your color taken from you, you lose and come back to the hall and watch."
He dropped his bag with a grunt on a nearby table with a clatter. "Your colors are at your base. These are your weapons. You do not have to use a weapon, they will not be given to you. You can use your powers." He smirked a little. "Welcome to the Hunger Games." The reference to the gripping YA book probably went over at least half the camp attendants heads. Most didn't give reading the time of day, and those that did read probably didn't concern themselves with something so modernized, their noses either stuck in the air or buried in work of literature and ancient tales instead.
Alaric was mostly referring to the cornucopia aspect. The weapons would be scattered among the woods and there’s for the taking, most of which were right at the center of the woods, gleaming and beckoning to be taken in the crossfire.
The camp attendees could figure out for themselves that the pain they could experience would be no more than a phantom pain via the weapons, traps and beasts that the very gods themselves, and some demigods designed and helped set up.

It would be best to see them treat it as real as possible.

"Do not go for fatal blows on each other," he warned as the final and only rule. A demigod turning on another demigod that way was vicious and cruel, and Alaric as well as other staff had no tolerance for it. It had no place in their camp.
"There are currently some hostile beasts prowling the woods," he assured in case anyone was disheartened by the idea of no-fatality experience. However, their very jaws and beings were enchanted so when they clamped down on a demigod fatally, they'd be warped straight to the hall. "You have two minutes to get to the woods, get your colors on, hide your flag within these perimeters," he pointed to the map's red and blue colored area on opposite ends of each other -AKA their bases, "devise a plan and create a universal safe word if you have to."

"I hope you're all awake, because time starts now."

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Image "No offense taken. But with similar respect, the same could be said of a Hades child."
It was refreshing to come across someone so wise and Mason nodded with the statement to show, likewise, no offense was taken. "But, you can rest assured when I give someone my word, I follow through," Sylas added taking another grape from his bowl. "And I don't scare easily. I'm not frightened of a little bit of lightening."
Mason found himself nodding again and shrugging. Many would claim so. Jenn wasn't scared of lightening but the psycho bitch cut her head off. If you weren't scared of lightening and submissive to the spawns of Zeus they were particularly hostile because you didn't spoon-feed their massive egos.

"I think allies would be a more appropriate term. Friends aren't really in my wheel house. And no, I don't expect you to just trust me. Trust and friendship is earned... Not freely given."
"That it is."
Giving Sylas another look over Mason guessed they wouldn't evolve to such a stage. Keeping things business or as strictly allies would fit them both best. Worry of each other likely wouldn't come into the picture until after the Valises were gone. But who knew what the future held.

"Well, I mean we could simply just corner one of them... Stab stab. Job's done." Thankfully his lack of enthusiasm demonstrated that was among the most plain ideas and not a real one. "That lacks... Creativity, for lack of a better term. Sure, death is the end goal but we don't want it to be swift and merciful. It's more satisfying destroying someone, breaking them down and ruining them, root and stem."
What did he think Mason was doing? In addition to waiting for the right moment to present itself, he was trying some behind the scenes works.But he liked that Sylas liked the slower route. It was a bit more of a gamble but if it was a job done right, it would be most rewarding.
"I don't know how devious you are... But, I liked the idea of turning everyone they love against them."
Mason actually threw his hands up in the air and gestured to the hall. "Thank you! Finally someone gets it! I know I'm pretty but I haven't been spending my time doing my hair and flossing my teeth and solely thinking of ways to kill them." Mason hadn't exactly been targeting people they love to turn against them either, for the sheer fact that he couldn't even stand to be in radius of a Valis worshiper and they were harder to convert.
Actually, Mason was doing little in truth. He was just being a bit more social and charming and Alex already did the murdering. Mason did have one good asset though, however that was more an ace up the sleeve for him.

After a long moment in thought with his tongue pressed to his cheek, he spoke again. "I wouldn't mind dying to make a point. Providing old Pops brings me back." The camp needed to see the monsters under the surface. That it wasn't a one off thing. Like Sylas he wanted to ruin and bury their reputations and ruin the trust fellow demigods mistakenly placed in them. And sure, just to make it really burn, make their world collapse, turn the people they love against them.

Then, a staff member paced through the hall capturing Mason's attention. As he could have guessed, he was on a mission. Once he gathered everybody's attention, he laid out the task ahead.

It was in moments like so where Mason really had to reflect on his life choices, or certainly the choice of returning to camp and not killing Zeus's kids. Now he was teamed up with the one he despised most of all. At first he was consumed in hatred and distaste but eventually it evolved to a glimpse of opportunity. Extreme capture the flag meant full contact. In this case, it meant letting the demigods run wild like animals. Mason glanced back to Sylas. "Is the boy next door facade still staying on in the heat of competition?" He smirked and got up. Now was the time to see what those twins were made of that so easily slipped under the radar.

His legs carried him there automatically and he was in another head space entirely, even as he wrapped the band around his arm. Except when he had to tune in on the team speech, Mason supposed that might have been important. Important to feign attention in anyway as winning or losing didn't really matter to him. How many rematches could happen down the track, and what did winning really prove? That you had a good team and the right players? That they were lucky? Mason crossed his arms and waited for any outgoing brains to take initiative.



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ImageTwo minutes!? Duke paced off to what was temporarily known as the Blue Trojan's base. He wasn't going to hide the flag, leaving that duty instead to the likes of Ajax or better, Seung-min. He pulled a blue bandanna and wrapped it around his forearm.

Duke pressed his tongue to his cheek on his little over-eager team. The hype was good, but they needed a strategy implemented, especially when the opposing team had the likes of Lise and McKenna. "We need defenders, attackers and maybe a mid-field. We also need to consider our biggest threats. Harleen, she's quick, she's deft, you dont want your band taken off you without knowing you've even been touched. Likewise, Andy, military brat and witch, she'll be more confrontational and physical, keep your wits about you. Kalani can seduce you, stay focused. Adrianna, I've never seen her competitive side but I can guess she has one, and not to underestimate her."
He gestured to Mateo because the very same applied to him. Then again who wasn't a threat? He gave up. "Take out the Spartans brains, healers and manipulators first, then deal with the brutes. They probably think we're a confrontational side too, that we're going in with guns blazing, but let's try to be a little more subtle. Travel in pairs if you can. Not attached at the hip though."
If there was an ambush, he’d prefer one teammate to go down and not a collective of them.
"Wes, Raven, Dimitri, Isobel cover the middle, please." Together the four made a disarming pair, and a protective one too if they accessed the right emotions and triggers, and powers of course.
"Emery, Seung-min, Sylas and Evelyn, you're our secret weapons. Aim for the Spartan's flag. Avoid the heat of the battle if you can, use evasive or defensive techniques." The four could get creative. Their gifts and applications were always a surprise and they weren't the type that urged an immediate threat. "Ajax, Trinity; they'll be expecting us. Let's not disappoint." They were probably the renowned biggest war-heads. Without them near the front line of battle, the opposition would get suspicious about their presence.
"Daniel -uh, Keith, stay as a line of defense. Gwendolyn, I think you'd make a strong offense but it depends where you want to go, you'd know where you're best kept. Annie, I think we need you to press forward too. Look after our assault team and stun some opponents. If that makes you uncomfortable, stay back with Keith."
Duke looked between the remainder of Areum and Mateo. The demigods whose attitude he most struggled to grasp. Daniel needed some help in defense, but he felt their usefulness could be better spent elsewhere. In the middle as both offensive and defensive forces.

Then he caught himself, swept up in heat of the moment. "That's my suggestion anyway," he said so the more sensitive didn't kick up a fuss about him taking lead on a strategy or 'ordering them around'. After all, he was no child of Athena or son of Zeus. "Anybody else got an idea?"



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ImageKeith tried not to be so evaluating and calculating of the new state of camp. It seemed to bustle with a few more energetic bodies than last year and definitely a few more brooding faces and vibes. He felt his heart sink in the knowledge that it'd be hard to make friends. There seemed so little room for the socially awkward and everybody else already had established their "clique".

Sometimes the camp could be exceptionally boring and dull, but that was something he simply had to endure like everyone else and hope the next day would be more rewarding. His degree of boredom would just be more though. His lips pressed in a line and he plucked out his earphones and shuffled through his phone for a tune that could ignite his soul. Keith smiled slightly when he found it. Some would argue it was a little too swaggerish for him but part of him really liked it and had a guilty pleasure listening to JT.

The son of Hecate traveled through camp territory for another year of learning and fighting evil, having to suppress the urge to walk in rhythmic bounces and pull some Michael Jackson move. He made his way to hall, typically the central congregation point of people, new and regular. That, plus some staff waved him over to and pointed to it.

Some larger species of male had bumped him. "Daniel," they said casually, but he was bowing to the ground to retrieve his glasses that were knocked down on impact. He carefully placed them back on the bridge of his nose, surprised to see the brute had actually taken to stop and staring. For a round two, he prayed not.
Keith slowly rose and for some time it seemed they just stared at each other. "I'm sorry," Keith said finally and spun on his heel to take an extended detour. It wasn't worth getting his teeth knocked out and he didn't want to cause any trouble. Keith had spent some time in the gym on his holidays and become a bit more solid in build, but it was nothing that girls would second look or enough to engage in a fist-fight confidently. The hall would still be there too. He wasn't missing anything.

When he slid into the hall an announcement was happening, and he shrunk into the wall then nestled into a corner and slowly pulled out his earplugs. An extreme mandatory capture the flag...what could go wrong. Inside, Keith wanted to die there and then or dissolve into a puddle. It was like high school P.E class and the untalented still had to participate even when no one really wanted them on the team, and they didn't really want to participate, and the teachers were the only ones that thought it was a good idea in the entire universe. He sighed out and was the first to exit the hall and make his way to blue base.

Duke started rattling off a plan, and while he was smart and confident and that was semi-contagious when it came to his plan, Keith was super insecure about being the last line of defense by guarding the base especially by his lonesome. That was enough pressure for him to develop a twitch and have a nervous breakdown. But externally, there was no more displayed than light levels of anxiety.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

Uh-oh. Trinity nodded understandingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Evidently something was the matter but it just came down to whether he wanted to share or not. Trinity looked longingly to her calling of the vast vegetation that she had to travel to get to the Spartans base. “I got to go but...stand strong.”
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An announcement had never filled her with such joy. Normally they were long winded, boring, or on the topic of an incident or welcoming speech but it was capture the flag along with the teams and guidelines.

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Elias Nodded as Trinity gave her answer. “Hundred per cent,” He was about to respond when the staff member came into the room. He explained that there was going to be training, a game, capture the flag. Explaining the rules he was short, concise to the point, and overall effective. He might not have been a son of Aphrodite, but he could feel the excitement run through the room the energy that came before a battle. He gave a little smirk

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

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

"Oh, shoot... You guys don't have armor. That sucks. Good luck guys. I hope, for your sakes, I don't come across you all on the battlefield."

He gave a little chuckle as Trinity scowled “Bloody witches. Hope you bring your A game, champ. I honestly look forward to seeing what you can do.”

"Don't you doubt it." He hurried off to meet up with his team. They had not been given much time at all to talk and strategy won and lost conflicts and, he guessed, games of capture the flag.

Listening to Theo explain his idea for a strategy Elias had to admit it seemed a good one. He was no Child of Artemis, but he'd studied the subject a little as it related to battle and it seemed sound.

Elias I think I'd like to pair with you. I can go from high place to high place covering your back as you control things in close range on the ground. We should all spread out and canvas the area, looking for the flag, and trying to knock out their defenders. We need a signal too in case someone finds the flag or gets in trouble.

Then he was a little surprised to be included so quickly. He'd always been a loner, but having someone to watch his back. That would be nice for a change. He thought for a moment about that kind of aggression. Move into the area and take ground, eliminate those that were chosen to defend. He'd need a weapon that the others were not familiar with fighting against, as well as one that could be used to defend against quick flanking attacks. While Everyone was position he'd give it a few moments thought. Heading along beside Theo.

"You call out the path. You know this camp better than I do. I'm gonna go spear and shield should let be be aggressive and defensive. I get outnumbered I should still be able to maneuver them to give you a clean shot. While we're heading out who are their best fighters on their side that you know of and any quick tips on how they fight."

Even as he spoke Elias was heading toward the woods. Theo would need a good bow if he were to make use of his talents well. The opening conflict would play well to his life outnumbered and struggling to find the way to survive. It would be familiar and unless Theo had objections that seemed the reasonable place to go. Then again Theo might have other ideas and well He'd trust the man's judgement.

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Wes found it hard not to stare at this... Keith. Who was he? Obviously, he was no Daniel. Everything about him, from what he could tell, was the opposite of what Daniel was. Wes didn't know him as well as some of the others, but he knew enough to know something was off. He shifted uncomfortably where he stood, pursing his lips in thought. He could only hope this interesting development reached Andy at a more opportune moment. Maybe she'd be lucky enough to first hear it from Trinity's lips, instead of discovering it on her own.

And speaking of Trinity. “He would have mentioned something if he had a twin, right?”

Wes rubbed the back of his neck, then sighed. "I think you should warn her," he cleared his throat before continuing. "Andy... That's if she doesn't run into him on the battlefield."

He remained quiet and attentive listening to the rest of the battle plan. It all seemed like sound logic in his opinion, but he doesn't particular have a mind for battle strategy. Hopefully, Wes could just hold his ground with whomever... Or, whatever crossed his path. There might be a small handful of people at the camp that he could take on, but that wasn't promising. Part of him wished he could be the one to capture the other teams flag. It definitely put him under a new light, instead of the Aphrodite kid that lost his arm in the war last year. Not that Wes was ever a force to be reckoned with in the first place, but he liked the idea... Even if he knew it wouldn't happen.

“Where do you want it?”

Wes' attention was brought back to the blonde beside him. He then glanced about himself trying to figure out the best place to put those. With one hand, his wrist wouldn't be the most practical place. His hand grabbed the hem of his shirt, while his index finger tapped his belt loop. Once she fastened it for him, he smiled slightly. "Thanks."

“Seriously though, Wes, use your powers and be an ass because people won't give you the same mercy.” He looked around at the other members of their team as Trinity tried to give Wes a pep talk. He knew this all was practice to prepare them all for real battle, but these were all their friends, companions and comrades. He exhaled deeply through his nose. “If they're in red, they're the enemy,” she added.

He sighed, with a slight smirk and a roll of his eyes. "I'm battle inept, not color blind."

Trin then grabbed his chin, forcing him to look down at her. “Don't make me have to give you rage,” she teased.

Wes subconsciously leaned his head into her touch, just a little. He gave her a final nod. "Yes ma'am," he replied before she walked away to talk to Ajax.

He stood there for a minute, his hand mindlessly tugging and adjusting his colors that were attached to his belt loop. Finally, Wes walked over to the bag of weapons Alaric left on the table for them. He stared down at what was left, trying to decide what to grab. He only had one arm, after all, which limited what he could carry and accomplish. Wes wasn't much of a fighter, so defense was always the best strategy but he still needed something incase he came upon one of the monsters out there. He sifted through the bag until he found a shield with a strap, that allowed him to wear it over his back similar to a backpack. With his hand free, he snatched up a spear, remembering he was somewhat decent with one against the Hydra last year.

With no more time to waste, Wes took a deep breath and headed out into the thick of things. He started out through the woods, making sure to branch out from the others. He moved in a forward direction, in what he could only hope was toward the other team's flag. After a minute or so of walking, he found himself in the thicket of the woods. Of course, he couldn't stay out in the open. Someone like Andy or Alex would be on him in the blink of the eye if he was openly visible. So he needed to be somewhere that he could see everything, where he could be mildly camouflaged.

He found a large evergreen tree, and slowly walked up to its truck. From only a few feet away the stalk of the tree is hidden behind the pine needles, but once under it you could see all the way up to the top. Wes sighed, slipping the spear between his back and the shield. "You can climb a tree with one hand," he muttered quietly to himself reassuringly as he wiped his palm off on his jeans.

It wasn't the most graceful thing ever, but Wes managed to ascend the tree. It took a couple slips and broken branches to fully get the swing of something so simple, that usually called for all four appendages. Once he was high enough up, he could see far enough back to their own flag, and forward to what he could presume was either the middle, or just beyond. He adjusted himself on the branch until he was steady enough to allow movement without throwing off his balance. His fingers then snapped a couple small twigs to allow for better visibility without removing his camouflage.

Then he waited. At least up high, Wes was out of reach of most monsters. He was at a good height to where he could jump down to help a team mate, or stop an opponent... Or try at least.

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As Theo talked, assigning a plan of attack and defense for them, Andy did her best to make her rounds to her fellow teammates. Each one she gave a gentle tap on the shoulder, giving them some basic, light weight leather armor and such. It wasn't so much for going against the other campers, but for the monsters. She wasn't exactly sure what they would come across in the wounds, but a little extra protection never hurt any body.

She returned to Mason's side just as Theo finished. To no surprise, herself and Mason would be attackers. It made sense, and honestly, Andy would probably go crazy if she was told to stand around and play defense. She wasn't, by any means, a defensive player. Her mind was hard wired to attack, attack, attack. Luckily as well, Theo's mind was where hers was in the scheme of partnering up. That always seemed to be a strong strategy, especially when the two had varying abilities and skills which made them strong compliments.

"Couldn't have said it any better," Alex chimed in, catching Andy's attention. "I just want to add. No doubt others will want to take out the beasts, but we could use them couldn't we? Mason." Andy shifted uncomfortably where she stood, but only slightly. Something about actually hearing Alex say his name heightened her senses. Ever since everything that happened last year, she could't help but get tense whenever whenever Ajax or Alex mention Mason, or vice versa. "He could tame the beasts, or would that be considered as cheating? I mean, Alaric did say we can use our powers."

"Let's not pretend cheating matters to you," Mason replied coldly.

Andy parted her lips to reply, but thankfully Kalani chimed in in her own chipper way that quickly changed the tone. "I mean, I could always help with that? Since I'm pretty sure my abilities would come in handy to get them onside. Just a thought."

"And I can try. We can try," Mason added.

Andy nodded her head in acknowledgement. "I think that's a good idea. I can conjure up cages and help distract or corral them. I'd rather not kill them unless absolutely necessary. Mason was able to calm a minotaur last year," she added while motioning her hand toward him. "And Wes was able to make giants chase after their own kind of out obsession. Your powers could be really useful, Kalani." Andy smiled toward her.

"I could help Dominick and Finn, I can help heal wounds if they need, or blind enemies if they need that advantage....but if you need me to help follow the others and keep their wounds clear I can help," Nik offered.

Andy looked over toward Theo who was already partnering up and planning his strategy with Elias. And Alex was gone almost instantly. So, she took a step toward Nik with a smile. "I think defense is perfect. If anyone gets hurt, we'll have them retreat back to the flag. If things get... Intense, I'll shoot up a flare or something." She smiled, giving him a pat on the shoulder before she returned back to Mason.

"Let's go." Mason gestured toward her and she hurried to his side. As they started into the wood, her right hand hovered around her throwing knives while her left was slightly extended before her, ready to use magic at a moment's notice. They hadn't been walking for long when Mason spoke up. "So what happened last night huh?" His words took her by surprise, causing Andy to nearly trip over her own feet. This was probably the worst time for small talk, especially about that. Her heart began to pound in her chest as she swallowed hard, looking over at him.

"You know, I actually had a little more faith in you. What’s worse is you’re supposed to be better than that. You know what he’s done, where he’s been but you act like a little teen girl with no self control. I mean what’d he do? Blow in your ear, tell you he loves you? If I wanted to conquer someone in the sac, I’d do that too, Andy!"

Andy froze where she stood, her mouth a gape as the true sting of his words hit her like a knife in the gut. Part of her wanted to just walk away and not humor whatever Mason decided to be mad at her about this time. Part of her wanted to defend herself. And another part wanted to punch him. She could feel the anger boiling up in her, the anger and the pain. Her emotions have been so raw and unfiltered since the new year and camp. She found it more and more difficult to sensor herself or suppress her anger.

But she couldn't stop herself before the words fell from her lips like poison. "Conquer me? Is that what I am? A conquest?" Andy could feel the tears stinging her eyes when she finally spoke. "Well, which is it Mason? Am I supposed to be a virgin saint or a conquest?" She stepped in front of him, making direct and unwavering eye contact. "What fucking right do you have to judge me?" Andy jabbed her index finger in the air toward him with each word.

She took a deep breath as a silent tear ran down her cheek as she searched his face for an answer. Mason was supposed to be her best friend, yet he judged her and got mad at her every turn she made. There was no way to win. "Where in the hell is this coming from!? Why do you even—" Then Andy froze, the realization hitting her over the head like a baseball bat. Jealousy. She exhaled a sharp breath and sniffled back the tears. "Gods, do you know how hard it is to tell how you feel about me? If you hate or love me? You are always mad at me. Nothing I do is good enough for you. You don't trust me. And you talk down to me as if it's only a matter of time before I turn against you and leave you!"

Andy took a step toward him, trying to lower her voice to not give away their location. But, in the same breath the deeper in anger she fell, the more vulnerable she became and the more truths came out. "I have never betrayed you and I won't. I care so much about you, Mason. I love you. You are one of the most important people to me... and you don't even care." Her hands fell to her sides as she shrugged, exasperated. "I guess you have your answer then, don't you? Maybe if you learned to trust me and open up to me..." her voice trailed off. It'd be you, not Ajax. Her eyes fell. She didn't need to say it.

"You know what, fuck this." He put his hand in the air out of frustration, then turned and left in a cloud of smoke.

Andy nodded her head, tucking her lips between her teeth as she nodded her head. She took in a shaky breath, raising her hands to wipe her eyes, but they froze as they covered her face. She just wanted to melt where she stood. Right then and there, she had half a mind to rip off her colors and storm off. She could get pretty far away before anyone noticed she left. Her fingers pinched the fabric of her colors as she looked down at it. Just as she was about to tear it free she heard footsteps approaching from behind and a deep guttural growl rumble in the foliage to her left.




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"I'll hang back, just in case any stragglers get through."

Sylas quirked a brow at the comment. He didn't have to know Ajax well to know that it was out of character. From the stories he'd heard about Mr. Perfect-pants, he was always one of the first people to charge into battle right alongside his warrior woman that Mason was secretly lusting after. Yet, here stood the mighty Ajax himself, opting to stay back to take care of stragglers? Pathetic. This was the guy that all these campers looked up to? A man who out of no where loses his courage and pusses out? Of course, now this meant Sylas wouldn't be fighting alongside him during capture the flag. But, with the right about of leverage it could be the pinnacle catalyst to cause a turning point in power at this retched camp. Small moments like these cause a snow ball effect.

"Can we join hands for a moment or touch? It’s not to pray, I promise you.” He glanced over at the redhead, and at first he was apprehensive. But, regardless if he desired to or not, he had to keep up the pretenses. So, he extended his right hand and placed it on the shoulder of the person closest to him. Then like a wave that washed over him, his senses were heightened almost like a drug but without the crash.

Sylas went over to the provided weapons, glancing over the options. Unlike most of the others, he went for a more subtle, underestimated piece. A sword that looked similar to a pirate's or a fencing sword. Small, thin but light weight. It didn't look like it could do much damage, but a cut in the right place is always deadly. Unlike more common swords, one like this is light which makes for quicker and more agile movements. Speed is always crucial in battle.

With weapon in hand, Sylas walked over to Duke and Ajax just as Trinity headed off in one direction. "I guess I'll take the left side," he said while pointing his hand in the direction he intended on traveling. His gaze drifted over toward Ajax. "If you change your mind, just follow the West side of the forest. I'm going to try and flank." He gave them both a pat on the shoulder before he disappeared into the thick of the woods.

It seemed, so far, luck was on Sylas' side as he traveled through the trees with haste. He hadn't come across any of the beasts, although he heard a couple in the distance as they broke twigs under foot or started their pursuit of another camper. On occasion, he'd see a brief glimpse of a Spartan zipping through the tree line, heading in the opposite direction toward his team's flag. But he ignored it. Ajax was there to take care of stragglers after all. And if he failed? Well, wouldn't that be an interesting development.

Sylas' footsteps slowed when he heard two voices in the direction he approached. He came up behind a boulder, slowly and cautiously leaning his head around the large object. His gaze was met by the sight of Mason and the back of a brunette's head. Due to the fact Mason wasn't trying to kill the girl, he could only assume it was Andy. Making sure he was out of sight, he held his hand in Andy's direction and closed his eyes. Instead of feelings of anger, he let despair, worthlessness and dread flow from himself and into the woman. He didn't wish to aid her anger at Mason, but make herself worth fade. Like planting a seed, he placed feelings of hopelessness, and longing... Longing for Mason's approval and fear of losing him.

Giving it a moment or two after Mason left, Sylas held his sword at the ready and came out in the opening. He stopped a few feet behind her, holding the tip of his blade toward the back of her neck. His body tensed slightly, when he too heard the growl that came from the left. "Sounds like we're not alone," he replied with a smugness. "I give it... 30 seconds before whatever that is decides to join us. So, how about you hand over your colors now and make it easier on the both of us."

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Theo listened intently as a few others called out their suggestions. He was generally fine with people doing what they were comfortable with. He watched as Mason and Andy went off ahead of the others. Harleen sped off. The flag was hidden, and the defenses were mostly set. Theo looked over his shoulder as Elias approached him.

"You call out the path. You know this camp better than I do. I'm gonna go spear and shield should let be be aggressive and defensive. I get outnumbered I should still be able to maneuver them to give you a clean shot. While we're heading out who are their best fighters on their side that you know of and any quick tips on how they fight."

Theo scratched his head as they started moving weaving through the trees quickly but quietly. "If we stay through this stretch of the woods, it bends around the center of camp. It'll take us up a hill that will give us a solid vantage point to devise a strategy from. We both know I want a crossbow," Theo let out a little chuckle. But so do the "game makers" and the other team. If we see one we have to be weary that it could be some form of a trap," Theo slowed his walk and his speech to make sure Elias got the next part clear. "I need you to very careful until I have a bow though. I have seen your sister fight and I know it can be hard for your lineage to resist running full steam into a fight, but I need you out there. I can fight well with any weapon, but I'm not a true threat to the other team until I have a bow. Once we found one, you can be more aggressive. I can cover your back," Theo patted him on the back just before bending down to pick up an axe he spotted leaning against a random tree.

He offered it to Elias before answering the last part of Elias' question, "As far as their fighters go, I'm sure you know your sister is a beast. Probably fights much like you. Duke is a handful. He is very smart, and his abilities include playing with fire. It is dangerous to fight him at any range. Ajax is obviously a great fighter, if not over aggressive. Emery will be a lot like me. If you can catch her in close range, you can handle her easy. Wes can't really fight, but he is smart, innovative, and has the ability to manipulate emotions. Don't underestimate him... other than that I don't know much about the others. I think that is one good thing about this exercise. We get to see where the new campers shine. So shine for me Elias." Theo kept his eyes ahead as he spoke. He knew he was approaching disputed territory. He could see the approaching terrain in his mind as he had memorized the camp to a tee. He knew there was an upcoming clearing, and he stuck his hand out to signal to Elias to stop. Theo crept to the edge of the clearing, not a sound coming from his footsteps. He let a sliver of a smile overtake his calm countenance. There it was, a nice sleek, gleaming black crossbow along with a quiver of arrows. Theo could not help but notice the different colored bands around the tail of each arrow in the quiver. It was like they had left this bow just for him considering his personal quiver contained his own set of specialized arrows. He saw several red banded arrows. Theo knew they must be explosive arrows. He saw green banded arrows. In his set, this signified arrows that deployed a net to trap whatever Theo was shooting at. He even saw blue banded arrows. These arrows were specially made for long distance shooting. Theo was almost salivating over the prospect of wreaking havoc with the bow.

But as usual, there was a catch. Right beside the arrow and the quiver was a stalking ugly beast. He motioned to Elias, pointing at him to go around and hit the beast from the side as Theo went for the bow. He waited on Elias to get into position, and then Theo stepped out into the clearing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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She felt her brother's hand squeeze hers, which meant to be his way of quietly telling her to stay calm, but she couldn't stay calm when Andy was talking like she knew Alex, but knew nothing. Mason's words cut the deepest, and she knew that Ajax wouldn't react to them since he knew Mason was only saying it all out of anger and pain. Even there were some truths to it. Alex's eyes began to fill with tears as she hesitated a step forward with her brother holding her hand still.

She went to say what she felt needed to be said, to defend herself, but the words wouldn't come out.

Alex tore off her colors as she walked away, letting the red band fall to the ground. One of her feet stepped on it as she headed to the medical hut. She did not once look back and kept going until she was out of their line of sight.

For the first time, she felt like she didn't belong. This entire world would be better off without you. Mason's right, you are a murderer. You may know that it was Jennova since Mason wouldn't even go that far, and no one else would do it would they? but you still should have been certain it was Jenn who killed her. You're a fool. No one will trust you or even like you again. You'll be alone. Even those you care about will probably turn against you eventually. Even your own brother.

"Shut up" she said to herself whilst gritting her teeth with one hand on the right side of her head.

Once at the hut, she pulled the thin material aside that hung over the doorway, her eyes looking around as she entered. She dropped the material curtain behind her, finding the place luckily empty, and slipped onto the closest bed before she carefully lay herself down on it, turning her back to the door as she slowly curled into a fetus position.

She began to cry into the corner of her pillow, muffling the sounds against the soft cotton.

Everyone would have probably lived if Hades hadn't broken his promise to Zeus. Hopefully, this wasn't going to become the fates of those who were new to Camp. She could not bear any more death to befall them.





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Andy wasn't going to stop from saying what she felt she had the right to since it was her opinion and same for Mason, but Ajax wasn't going to let their words bother him like Mason probably hoped. Ajax was much more grounded than that. He had years of training above Alex, so he knew his sister wouldn't be the same. Zeus's anger stirred wildly in her. Was that her fault? no. Every God/Demigod has their strengths, weaknesses, and flaws. Even the children of Aphrodite who had always been painted as perfect in their Greek mythology.

"Shut up." He told Andy before his eyes went back to Mason. His sister had left in a way he didn't expect. Quietly without another chance to get her claws into the both of them. Andy had said what she needed to but was taking it a little too far. Mason was too, but Ajax still remained calm.

"You know that isn't going to happen," he told Mason. There was no chance on Earth, Mount Olympus, or the Underworld of him getting Alex before peace could finally grace their camp. Was that ever even going to happen with Hades lurking among the dead? Mason would have to convince his father to let go of everything he wanted to take from Zeus. For Aeons, the Gods have been trying to kill each other. Zeus has to kill his own father after all since he was eating his own children.

"She may have done something that will never be forgiven, but that is a girl who is longing for the love of her mother, and the attention of her father. She cannot control her anger like I can, and Jennova did not help the situation by being who she was to prove herself to Hades. Mason, your sister would have killed you if it meant to have your father favor her over you. She killed our mother, and if I need to get proof!? then I will. But she had the motive. You, are smarter and have better morals. You would never harm an innocent mortal. You even saved Andy from your own father, so I know that you have emotions worthy of others to care for you. I am not asking you to be my friend, I never would, but I ask you as a brother to let this lie. Not for Alex, not for me, but for the good of the camp. I know the both of you are saying all of this out of anger, so I will let it slide."

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Trinity's eyes on the prize wasn't the issue. When she made it back into the woods, another beast awaited there and was hot in pursuit straight away. Its thundering gallops closed in on her, gaining ground faster than she could run. Trinity ducked as it pounced, her right leg sliding out in the dirt too far causing her muscle to over-stretch as the beast cleared her head. It recovered quicker than her and lunged for her again, knocking her back and sent the crossbow out of her grip.

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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






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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Elias waited for the beast to charge past him toward Theo. Taking a quick pair of accelerating steps before pulling back the quarterstaff he held in his left hand. Another step and he was able to twist his body with the staff to bring its small end right to the side of the beasts' back left leg. Hearing a snap of the bone. He brought the short sword in his right hand across his body. The quarterstaff creaking as it drove the running beast's right hind leg in front of the left one, breaking its momentum. Dragging the sword along the backs of both its thighs, Elias opened a deep cut on them, hoping to lame the beast. As it whirled to snap at him Elias Rotated his wrist and brought the tip of the quarterstaff into its open jaws.

He shoved with all his strength and turned toward that arm. The beast's jaws snapped shut as it rocked back and away from the force of the shove snapping the heavy staff with contemptuous ease. As it did, Elias fininshed his rotation bringing sword across in a downward slash across its front left thigh and across its front right knee. As the beast recovered he sprung back. Backpedaling away from the snapping jaws. It pursued him forward for a few steps, making up ground and then lunged to snap at him. The wooden staff-turned -club in his left hand came down to catch it on the way in and it backed off, settling down into a crouch and letting out a low growl.

Elia's battle lust tore at him to attack the beast. It was on its last legs, but he fought it, ok, redirected it. Trinity had run off with his prize. Ok, well it was Theo's prize, but it was why he was here to start with. He nodded his head off to the side, knowing that the beast's sounds could easily be drawing in others. “It's lame, come on.” Nodding his head off the the side in a jerky motion Before heading off in the direction that Trinity had run.

Hearing the sounds of another of those creatures, he sped up to a full sprint. He wanted to catch it while it was fighting. Those things were fast and strong, With a good long reach weapon he was sure he could tear the things to pieces, but with what he had not, no. He got there in time to see Trinity's shorouded form jogging off through the trees in the distance and the bow laying there on the ground. Running forward He scooped it up and tossed it back to Theo. “Try to keep up.”

He took off at a quick jog after the distant form ahead of him. She could be leading him to a trap so he kept his short blade Gripped tight and at the ready. He finally caught up to her in time to watch her flip off a tree and take down one of those beasts that had come after her. Well this was going to be interesting. Then Wes came with another beast as a pet...ok, this was not good.

Hoping those beasts didn't have much of a sense of hearing or smell. he came to a stop and started to back away from the pair slowly. He only had the short sword after all Twinned swords, how'd she manage that. He'd be lucky to get a knife with a minute's focus. Heavens he was not good at sneaking, but the match up what it was he'd have to stall. Tucking the broken staff under his sword arm he bent down and grabbed up a rock and tossed it a good distance away from him so it could hop and jump along the ground. Like someone running away from them. Maybe the animal and Trinity would take off after it each egging the other to chase, otherwise he could be in trouble.

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"Hold on Wonder Woman." She wasn’t a fan of slowing things down when the adrenaline of battle coursed through her body. Yet for Wes she waited.

Trinity quirked up a brow. “You know Ares is Wonder Woman’s nemesis?” Trinity smiled because frankly she found herself amusing. Then she sighed out watching him make a more appropriate tourniquet for her and shifted her weight from leg to leg as she held her arm up for him. Arguing would be pointless.

Her eyes watched his every move carefully. How he used his mouth and hand to make a sufficing tourniquet. She expected him to knock or graze her but he was gentle and deliberate in his movements. Soon she found herself hunting for his striking green eyes.

"Better?"

“From what? It was just a scratch.” Truly she didn't want a fuss or to get anyone used to the idea of patching her up. Especially not when there were others who needed it more on camp. Bruises, blood, violence, its what she lived for and it was expected she'd get her own dish.

Trinity watched him climb aboard his beast that she finally gave a proper moment to look over. Wes extended his hand out towards her, snapping her attention back on him. "Let's go get a flag."

“I...” her gaze flickered back on the hound suddenly self-conscious and uneasy. “I don't think that's a good idea. I've got like....its cousin's blood on me,” she muttered. “I promise I'll be beh-” Before she could finish, she heard something skitter off in the woods. “I'll catch up,” she said, though a little absently.

Trinity inspected the direction of where the sound came from. Her steps slowed to listen to where the source scampered off to, and she was looking; peering around trees, looking up them, but nothing. Trinity's fists clenched and released a few times and even her jaw tightened. This felt bad.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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




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

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

"Just my two cents."


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

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

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No longer wanting to remain in the same room as Mason or Andy, Alex headed outside and made her way to towards her cabin, passing the temple where it allowed the Demigods to worship their Gods. Alex stopped, changing her direction towards that temple.

As she stepped up to the statue that represented her father, she closed her eyes and hung her head down. Silence. Everything around her became nothing but white noise. From a daughter to her father she desperately wanted to be close to, her words would be spoken on the winds until they found their way to him.

"Why didn't you save her?" the faith she had for her father was beginning to weaken. Maybe her big brother was right after all. Yes, he was there to help them last year, but that wasn't going to make her forgive him. She has always loved him, always honoured him and defended him against others, but still, she could not forgive him about her mother. "It is so hard for me to not love you. She trusted you and you let her down. You allowed her to die. Did she not mean anything to you? did you use her?" The clouds above began to darken, the wind picking up from Alex's emotions influencing them. She felt like decapitating the statue.

She really believed that the new Gods were much better than the old. Especially Zeus. He never wanted anyone to undermine him or to go against his laws, or his will for righteousness.... but where was he for a mortal?

"She was finally happy and you just couldn't stand by and watch her live her life without you." She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly in her right hand. Thunder rumbled deeply across the sky.






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Ajax watched as Andy went and sat by Mason, then placed her head on his shoulder. He didn't blame her for not wanting to be close to him, but seeing her near Mason instead made him feel...jealous. He turned his back on them, busying himself by tucking in a couple of left out chairs. He tightened his hands around the back of the last chair before taking a seat in it, still keeping his back to Andy and Mason.

The entire game of capture the flag was still going on outside and as his little sister left the hall, he remained where he was. Lately, all she ever wanted was to be alone, unless it was the other men in her life that didn't bug her or fuss around her so much.

He ran a hand through his dark hair and looked towards Andy.

He couldn't blame her for defending someone she cared about, but just the words that she had projected at Alex just didn't sit right with him. He hadn't forgotten what Alex did to Mason's sister, but hating her or disowning her for it was out of the question even if that was the decent thing to do in most eyes. He didn't want to give up on her because he had faith that she had a good reason to know that it was Jennova who killed their mother. Still, Ajax could relate to a brother still mourning over the death of his sister.

He stood up and hesitated to head over there. He wanted to talk to Mason mostly, but headed in the other direction. Instead, he stood outside the hall's door to wait for the others to fall out of the game.

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Elias waited, he had not been close enough to make out what was being said. He could hear the tones though, hesitant, cautious. He knew that there was not much of a chance of beating the two in combat. Now that his plan to send the two running had not worked out. He would have heard it if that beast had run off after it. Well that was not good, that would mean rather than a distractions they'd just be more on alert. Maybe he could run for it. He did not know how good his sister was at it and if he were better he might be able to separate them that way. Plus Theo was supposedly coming up behind him. Maybe he should just wait for that. He checked the wind, no it was not blowing toward them, but nor was it blowing away. Worse yet if they headed over in the direction of the stone it just might bring them down wind of him. He let a little curse for being too impulsive to think to throw it the other way.

Three choices. Fight, Run, or hide, If he were to fight he'd have his sister, from what he had heard experienced and competent and Wes. He didn't know much about him, but he had seen those beasts at work, Simply fighting one in a fair fight was not something he think he'd walk away from unharmed, and add in his sister, no, fighting outright was off the table. He could run, but he was not that far from them and did not know where the others were. Those beasts were quick, and well maybe if he got lucky he could take the beast quickly and then be ready for Trinity, and Wes, They both only had one arm, but it was still two on one, with a couple seconds between them, no that was not a winning gambit either. That left just hiding, got he hated hiding, but it seemed that was all he ever did. The world had taught him when you were outmatched, you hid, and well he'd pass on the lesson to them here. That was what this game was all about, right. Back pressing into the tree he listened with all his might to hear just what the two were doing seeing if he could get any idea what it was they were up to. Both his snapped off staff and his sword were held up close to his body. His head turned to the side of his sword arm as he listened and waited, getting ready to pull his father's speed and strength into his limbs.

As he waited there was a little bright side, he had a chance to catch his breath after the running he had done chasing after Trinity. One could only hope that a couple more small mercies would turn themselves up before that beast Wes was riding caught his scent. After all, he had no idea what the one armed Wes could do and that was something that made planning a might bit harder, but planning and planning was easier than waiting and doing nothing.

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Harley breezed out of home base after a minute, taking the time to assure her limbs weren't charred. Nik's powers were effective. Good.

She zig-zagged the woods, slowly progressing forward to get a sense of how far the oppositions were from taking over base. Then she started to ascend trees to scout from an advantaged point. There she spied quite the scene; one Trojan on a beast, one further along and Elias pinning his back to a tree. It would be a great scene to see Elias verse Trinity, but also cause a commotion even over the thunder and that would risk calling Wesley and his beastie over and Harley wasn't so sure even a son of Ares could take three opponents. And Harley would be no good reinforcement against a beast, that was just reality. Harley clucked her tongue gently and jumped down to gracefully land behind the blonde.

“Hi there, gorgeous.” She swayed side to side, her knees bent slightly and a teasing smirk on her features. Harley struck out her hand to snatch Trinity's band but she dodged in the nick of time. Harley went for another attempt and another that Trinity slimly evaded and responded with batting Harley's arm aside and kicking out. It became a battle of moves and countermoves, neither girl prevailing until Harley took note of Trinity's reluctance to move a certain leg and arm. Harley smiled and darted around Trinity to keep her off balance then plucked her band, appearing a distance away from her. She looked back to Trinity, the blue band resting around her fingers and sent the warrior princess a wink.



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A light thud sounded from behind her revealing Harley. Her mouth dropped a little and Trinity checked her surroundings. Harleen was not what she was expecting for some reason. Then her hand struck out lightening quick, Trinity shifted her body out of reach. From there, the thief continued her attempts and Trinity couldn't find the space to get away or get a good hit in so she played some heavy defence and threatened Harley with her own strikes.

The daughter of Hermes disappeared temporarily and Trinity felt a ghost touch, then Harley reappeared holding a blue band. Trinity instinctively felt for her waist then clenched her jaw and closed her eyes when she felt her band wasn't around her anymore. She sighed out, reopening her eyes on the daughter of Hermes.

“That was very lucky. Next time you won't get away from me.”

Eliminated by a swift thief, that hurt. But she was best to take it as a lesson if anything. Trinity headed back to the hall wondering who else might have been out at this stage of the game and if by chance she was the first, she had some serious reflection and training to do. She also hoped Wes was okay storming the Spartan's base. As long as he treated everyone like an enemy and cast some love spells, he'd be good. Trinity groaned. But of course he wouldn't. Shit. Maybe his beast would do some ripping for him.

"Come to the med hut, Miss Wallace." A staff member ambushed her on her path to the hall and went to grab her forearm to escort her to the area of depression and doom.

Trinity retracted. “I'll go to the med hut when I'm dying. I'm serious, you're not getting me there in million years. Use your resources on someone more in need and appreciative.”

The med hut had a place at camp and she fully got its function and value but it wasn't for her. Not because some beast chowed down on her arm.

The staff sighed and turned on their heels and Trinity waited a bit before following them to the hall. Trinity dropped herself in a seat and raised her leg on a table, cupping a hand under her knee and calf.

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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: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas
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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!?"