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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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So begins...

Wesley Preston's Story

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Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor
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If there was one thing Iliana didn't mind, it was when others talked very little. That seem to be the case with Wes. After she introduced herself, he only said one thing.

"I'm sure she was."

He didn't say anything else after that. Iliana couldn't help but wonder what kind of relationship he had with his mother. It was none of her business of course, but Iliana be lying if didn't admit she was curious. Her own relationship with her mother was one that was very close. She certainly saw her mother more often then Heath saw his. And her mother very busy. She did wonder if it was because she needed a lot of work, especially with her empathy impacting her own abilities. Of course she got help from Heath's aunts too. In some ways though she felt like she fell them because she knew they tried to help her so much.

Iliana was jolted out of her thoughts though when she heard an announcement.

"All camp members, new and old... please head to the hall for a meeting."

Who was that? He definitely sounded serious. Iliana knew she should follow the instructions, but she had no idea where this hall was. She looks at Wes, hoping he knew where this place was. He was talking to the rabbit though and let him go. He stood up and addressed her. She got up too and started following him. Yep, he definitely knew where he was going for soon she saw a building. They almost made it to the hall when someone called out to Wesley. Something about an arm? Instinctively, Iliana hid behind Wes and simply listen. It seemed like Wes was going to get a new arm. She did know that people could get prosthetic limbs if they needed it. Maybe that's what this new guy was talking about.

Before she knew it though, Wes left and Iliana found herself alone with the other guy. Looking at him, she felt very shy. He was very different from Wesley. Wesley had a charismatic aura about him, this guy had an intimidating air, despite his friendly voice. She barely register his words to her and offering his hand. If one were to look at Iliana right now, they easily could tell she had that 'deer in head lights' look about her. Mentally though she scolded herself.

~Easy there, Lia, he's just trying to be nice and introduce himself. What was his name again? . . . Duke right?~ she thought to herself.

Taking a few deep breaths, she slowly calmed her racing heart and hesitantly placed her hand in Duke's and let him shake her hand. After her hand was released, she quickly wrote in her notepad and already decided this would be her general greeting for anyone else who just wanted to know her name at least. Since Duke didn't reveal his divine parent, she wouldn't either. After she finished writing, she held up the notepad so Duke could read it.

"Hello, my name is Iliana. I am sorry but I don't speak. Nice to meet you."

After he read it, Iliana brought her notebook back to her chest. She didn't know what else to do. She wished Ethan and Heath were here. She was tempted to look inside the main hall, but she could feel anger from inside the building.

Lucky for Iliana, she was about to get her wish. Both Heath and Ethan had retrieved the tracking stone when they heard the announcement.

"Well now, looks like we got this stone just in time. Hey Heath, you had gotten a map of this place right? Do you know where this main hall is?" Ethan asked the blonde.

"Yes, but only from other locations in this camp like the cabins. If Lia is someplace that's not a landmark, it'll be harder to find. We better find Iliana quickly. I don't want to get in trouble."

"Right, that voice did sound like Alex's brother and I certainly don't want to get on his bad side. This meeting might relate to what we just saw."

The two existed their cabin and put the tracking stone to use, which was attuned specifically to Iliana's energy. Surprisingly it led them in the direction of the main hall and soon they spotted Iliana with Duke. Heath was so relieved he started running towards them. Ethan wasn't too far behind.

"Iliana!"

Iliana heard her name and saw Heath and Ethan rushing towards her. Relief washed over her and she ran out to meet them before leaping at Heath and he caught her and hugged her closely. After a few minutes, the two pull back.

"You really had me scared their Lia. What happened?"

Iliana quickly wrote down all that happened, including the part of hearing the order to run and meeting Wesley and Duke. Heath frowned where he read the order part. So it was true she had been influenced.

"Well, I am just glad you're okay. I guess we better go inside now."

It was then they noticed Duke. Ethan was quick to approach the man.

"Sorry to interrupt your conversation with Iliana. My friend and I had been looking for Iliana after she had taken off suddenly. One of the campers had given her an order to take off. My name is Ethan and that's Heath. Iliana is his adopted sister and I am just a friend of theirs. I'd wish we could talk more, but there's that meeting here. Thanks for being kind to Iliana." Ethan explained before the trio start heading inside. As they pass him, both Heath and Iliana nod to Duke.

When they entered inside, Iliana saw Wesley sitting next to a blonde girl, who was the one radiating angry energy. She wanted to say hi to Wesley, but the blonde's anger was enough to keep her away. There were others here so Heath led them to an area away from the crowd because he could tell his sister didn't want to be with anyone else. He especially didn't want to be close to that one guy who caused Alex to lose it, who was conversing with a dark hair young woman, who was sitting next to someone who appeared to be of Asian decent. Ethan saw the others too and was hoping to meet some of them but decided to stick with Heath and Iliana for now.

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Eve felt Trinity’s reaction immediately as she was thrown off balance by the blonde’s elbow in her side. There was a clattering sound as a knife fell from Trinity’s hand, falling blade down just centimetres from the toe of Eve’s boot. Trinity swiped the blade back into her with grace, it was obvious she was comfortable around weapons. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. Can you imagine if it actually impaled your foot. You’d probably want to kill me…and fail.” Eve knew a challenge when she saw it, and she saw in the cold blue eyes of Trinity staring her down, the unspoken threat ebbing out of her every pore. A quick response, usually on the tip of Eve’s failed to come.

Trinity turned to Pete. “Pete right? Hey, I'm Trinity. Sorry, I just couldn't help but overhear everything.”

Eve heard Pete’s jaw click as he worked his jaw back and forth. A clear sign that he was seriously pissed. His voice was strained as he spoke, but every word was slow and deliberate. “Sorry. My sister isn’t known for her tact.” Eve caught his eye as he turned to glare at her, a warning to keep her mouth shut and not fan any flames.

Then Trinity smiled sweetly, poisonously sweet. “Anyway, I'll see you at the hall. And you take care of your friend now, don't want her sleeping with any riff raff and pissing off the wrong people.”

The moment Trinity’s back disappeared Pete practically growled at her. “Seriously? We’ve been here one bloody day and you’re already getting death threats. She was seriously dangerous, promise me you’re going to stop whatever it is you’re trying with her.”

“That was hardly a death threat. I’d say it lingered on the border of friendly warning.” Eve smirked and wound her hair around her finger, but Pete still looked like he wanted to shake her. With a sigh and a huff, Eve gave her brother a placating look. “Fine, I promise I won’t mess with her.” directly.

She reached around Pete, pulled a packet of potato crisps out of his backpack before stalking inside the hall. She spotted Trinity instantly, just as Wes pulled up a chair next to her. Eve clicked her tongue, she had been hoping for more time to work her magic before they met up for a chat. Back home, she might have plunked herself down next to them. But this was foreign territory, and if she was being honest, Trinity’s threat had scared a little. Not that she’d admit that to anyone, not even herself.

Though the fear just made her more defiant to prove that Trinity didn’t scare her. Wandering past the couple, she dropped her packet of crisps between them and bending to pick them up Eve made sure to brush her hand against Trinity’s. The physical touch lasted for less than a second but Eve was used to working within tight limits. She funnelled her magic through that slight touch, influencing Trinity’s mind. Don’t trust him.

Eve jumped to straighten up, “I- I’m sorry!” She flicked her eyes between them, faking a nervous frown. “I didn’t- I mean, I’m not- like,” She froze for an instant looking at Trinity before turning tail and scurrying away from them. Even if it was an act, it still felt nauseating to act afraid of someone.

Eve then picked a seat next to Evelyn, not that she was supposed to know her name since they'd never officially met. She turned to the red head with a nervous smile. “Hi, I’m Eve.” She flashed a tentative smile up to the front acting nervous. “I’m kind of new here, any idea what meetings like this are usually about?” She took a crisp from the bag snapping it between her teeth, before sliding the bag across the table and holding it out to Evelyn, “Crisp?”





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Pete didn’t bother watching his sister’s back stalking away from him. He knew she was up to no good and he wanted no part of it. He was content to find a dark corner in the hall to ride out this little meeting. Then he saw Alex from the barn and he headed over to her table.

He didn’t sit next to her even if he’d wanted to, it wasn’t worth it with her brother nearby. He slumped into the seat across from hers, one down, his bag lazily stowed under it, without sparing her a glace. Instead he watched the trio of the barn, reunited and full on polite smiles. He eyed the two boys who kissed Alex’s brother’s ass earlier. “What utter tools.” He muttered to himself not caring who overheard, he wasn’t speaking anything untrue.

He watched Eve bump straight into the blonde from outside, in what was quite clearly not an accident. He rolled his jaw from side to side, feeling the satisfying click as his jaw snapped back into place each time. He’d strangle Eve if he didn’t think she’d enjoy the drama of a twin murder. Would she never learn? This time, with a cough, he addressed Alex sitting across from him, aware but not caring that her brother was not that far away, “Aren’t siblings just the worst?”

Not that he was looking at Alex, he scanned her briefly for any signs of her earlier distress. She was upset still, that was obvious, her big brown eyes and open body language were terrible for keeping any secrets, but there was no lightning storm hovering around her. “You not so static-y anymore then?” He raised a lazy shoulder in an attempt at a shrug. “Pity.”


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Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Pete Drakos
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Image "Wouldn't it be like... decomposing by now?" Duke frowned, even more so as Wes made a disgusted face. "Ooooh. Yeah, no. I haven't seen Alex since Capture the Flag." He finally gave an answer Duke could work with.

He nodded looking off. "I see. Well it's incoming, obviously the courier got held up." Alex had a lot of her own drama to deal with, a prosthetic limb to deliver probably faded to the background. Not that Wes ever made a big deal of the matter but having another arm would make his life a lot easier. It seemed it was just Duke affected by his project.

The girl hesitated for a long time, he thought he might have somehow insulted her culture or similar then she took his hand. He was sure to shake it gently, treating her as delicate as a rose to avoid startling her further.
Wes excused himself as the girl rushed to something on her being. A notepad. She struck him as absolutely lovely, however drawing for him was an odd gesture.

"Hello, my name is Iliana. I am sorry but I don't speak. Nice to meet you." Iliana introduced herself by paper and he smiled suddenly feeling foolish.

"No need to be sorry. You're as fast at writing as you are on foot. Besides, the quieter ones always take the most in." It was a fact. The quiet ones were more observant and in tune with themselves and others. That was a valuable skill and talent to possess.

Duke went to proceed to the hall, opening the door for Iliana then a voice called out for her. The pair ran towards each other and embraced. He watched the exchanged and smiled slightly. Reunions always were very satisfying but it reminded him of a similar sibling relationship on camp.

"Sorry to interrupt your conversation with Iliana. My friend and I had been looking for Iliana after she had taken off suddenly. One of the campers had given her an order to take off. My name is Ethan and that's Heath. Iliana is his adopted sister and I am just a friend of theirs. I'd wish we could talk more, but there's that meeting here. Thanks for being kind to Iliana."

Duke had follow up questions for Ethan like "who ordered her to take off? How are you three close? Why doesn't Iliana speak?", however the new trio didn't want to risk being untimely to their first meeting. "Of course, my pleasure. Duke," he said with a hand on his own chest. Since they had given their names it only felt right to give his.

He nodded back to them and entered the hall. Duke wandered over to Ajax, although rather than make himself at home on their table, he leaned on the wall nearby. He scanned the hall and found Trinity on the verge of causing some blood shed. "Aja..." he let his voice trail off. Ajax had enough to worry about. He didn't need containing the daughter of war to be one even if his strength was equal match to Trinity's. Nonetheless, right under their nose, Duke was particularly interested to find Alex had made a new friend. Or something like that. The conversation didn't seem too friendly, but if Alex or Ajax wouldn't fry the guy, Duke would.

There was too much demigod drama to monitor and be in control of.

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AJAX VALIS
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On the outside, Ajax looked confident, but as he watched everyone enter the main hall, he felt his confidence flicker like a breeze against newly lit flame. He had never grasped the horns of leadership, not properly, but he was doing his best, or so he told himself most nights. So many wrong choices, but even leaders can't always be right. He still blamed himself for the lives that had been prematurely snuffed out last year, even though he knows it's impossible to save everyone. Not even Gods have that power.

Fate is fate.

At camp his efforts had never once been for his father, they had been for the camp. Even if some of them hated him enough to want him dead alongside his sister - a gentle soul that had been touched almost by death, and darkness that wanted to consume her. She hardly had any fight left, and all of that was also his fault for not being a better brother.

He had left her thinking she could handle it on her own as she was strong, but the death of their mother had broken her spirits. No-one on camp had the right to dig their heels into someone suffering mentally. Especially when they didn't know the origin of their entire story, and why Hades was so determined to see the great fall of Olympic Gods.

With Alex not far from him, she sat at the table he had left to make the speech he was dreading. He had no idea what everyone would think about him or his choice of words, but they needed to be aired.

He now stood at the front of the room and paced gently as everyone took their place. The large doors shut, and all eyes were on him, waiting patiently to hear what he had to say.

Image "Earlier on today someone deliberately pushed her" he glanced to his sister, catching sight of Pete sitting across from her, but turned back to the room. Alex could handle herself, but just encase Pete did try anything, Duke was within decent proximity from him to react quicker than Ajax. "Have you forgotten she's my sister? she's unwell, and some of you find it funny to pick at her like she's less than you? she's not a bad person, and if I hear anyone bringing up the topic that got us in this mess in the first place, just one word, then there will be trouble. I couldn't care less if you don't like taking orders.. you will, or you can just leave the camp right now. If you think you'll survive on your own? then leave."






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Image When the boy from earlier came and sat across from her, she couldn't believe he actually had the nerve to after what he said to her brother, and the way him and Sylas began to creep into her head to unhinge her more than she was already. What? so now he wanted to chit-chat and be friends? was this another little plan of theirs? was Pete working with sylas and Mason?

Even though she had no clue what this guy's intentions were, and that her trust meter was shot to hell, she still felt he wasn't as bad as the other two.

She understood why Mason hated her and wanted her dead, but what was the issue with Sylas? possibly got the wrong information, put 2 + 2 together and got 6. Or maybe he just loved to toy with others like a cat who eventually gets its cream. Would make sense considering the Godly parent he spawned from.

"Give me one good reason why I should even talk to you?" she asked Pete. , and while waiting for his reply, her attention briefly found Duke who leaned his perfectly muscled frame against the wall. Something in the room had caught his attention. "Aja..." he trailed off. Ajax hadn't heard him, and Duke decided against what he wanted to say anyway and left it at that.

Alex wanted to smile even now. Duke always had their back no matter how many rumors rooted themselves across the camp. He was never disloyal.





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"Hey," Wes sat next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder and her blood boiled. She wished she could sear it with a touch. "Is everything ok?" He even rubbed her arm and acted attentive to her.

She sighed deeply suppressing the urge to lunge on him and demand to know why he wasted her time, what his angle was, break his hand, but it had to wait. Time and place. “If you could not talk right now, thanks, I wanna listen to Aj.”

Before there could be any announcement, that same girl -the same fucking girl from before happened to stumble between Wes and herself. Trinity shot up to her feet like it was coffee being spilled on her. “You imbecile!” she snarled and retracted her arm when she grazed it as if she had the plague. She was half an imbecile for dropping her crisps, but mainly she was one because she didn't heed a very clear warning. And bending over near Wes; she could go direct to hell.

“I- I’m sorry! I didn’t- I mean, I’m not- like,” she was a stumbling mess but Trinity didn't give a damn. With a last look at her, the girl fled. Trinity went to grab a fistful of her hair and slam it down on the table but pulled herself short. She clenched her fists tightly, digging her nails into her palms instead. She paced for a few seconds in no condition to sit and listen to some speech.

Fine, it was coming out now then. Trinity turned to Wes and sat back down mechanically...reluctantly. “I hear you got yourself a date tonight. And it's not me.” She beat him to any stupid remarks regarding their date that was planned at some stage in life. “I'm sorry I give a shit about my friend and aren't some obedient, affectionate barbie doll but if you wanted to jump ships, all you had to do was say.” She did her best to keep her tone even.

When most the hall seemed settled, Ajax spoke. "Earlier on today someone deliberately pushed her. Have you forgotten she's my sister? she's unwell, and some of you find it funny to pick at her like she's less than you? she's not a bad person, and if I hear anyone bringing up the topic that got us in this mess in the first place, just one word, then there will be trouble. I couldn't care less if you don't like taking orders.. you will, or you can just leave the camp right now. If you think you'll survive on your own? then leave."

Some of us wouldn't be able to survive alone. Good. I dare you to leave the hall. Trinity waited for the opportunity to pounce but she knew they'd stick in a pack. But Ajax...Ajax had got his mean harsh helmet on which she kind of admired. If that topic was Jennova and Alex though well...Trinity hadn't even got to voice her opinion on it yet. Too bad they'd never hear it then by Ajax's law. Before he could continue to expand his speech, they were interrupted. By the Gods. Zeus and Ares entered the hall. It reminded her of the first time she saw Zeus and hid in front of Wes and he chose Theo for a quest.

Trinity looked to Theo and smirked knowingly. Imagine sending him on another one. But Zeus announced a trial was in order for Alex and they were all to spectate it. Trinity gave it a while for people to get any questions out then after substantial time, she spoke. “Can we go, now?” It was best for her to zip out of the hall before Wes could say or do something that could get himself hurt. She wasn't really in the mood to listen either.

Once she got the all clear, she was the first out of there. Somehow she doubted a change of scenery would improve her mood, then they'd go straight back to their cabins from Mount Olympus and that wouldn't be good either.



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She couldn't help but observe the mini commotion around Keith. Suddenly she wished she had sat with him in order to access the conversation and interfere promptly. While he had managed the last year by himself, everybody had a breaking point. She didn't wish for him to reach it. Evelyn began a quick debate, weighing the pros and cons.

A few tables away there was a disturbing bang and Trinity was up on her feet, ready to turn the hall into her own brawling arena with a flustered girl before her. She even went to lunge for the girl but something or someone stopped her. Evelyn directed her gaze forward again, her mind becoming swarmed with different questions and concerns for the toxicity in camp. Further along, she even sighted Sylas imposing himself over Sloane and Ji-hyun. Get him, girl.

Somebody appeared in her peripheral and sat with her. She widened her eyes a little surprised and the concerns vanished. “Hi, I’m Eve.” The recent stranger said. Evelyn calculated the girl head to toe. Surely she didn't expect protection from the wrath of Ares with her. “I’m kind of new here, any idea what meetings like this are usually about?”

Considering she was relatively new herself, nor had there been many meetings in Evelyn's time, she could only offer ideas. “Umm…something relatively important? An announcement they only want to say once or something that concerns us all? Disharmony?” Once she said it, it was like a light-bulb moment. That's what it was about Eve. Chaos, disorder, black.

“Crisps?”

Her eyes fell on the packet offered towards her. “No, thank you. I don't like taking food from people, particularly ones I just met.” She smiled like it was a joke. Fairly quickly, Evelyn elected to change tunes. Charades wasn't a game she cared much for. “You're a formidable actress and you have a nice name. Mine's Evelyn. Are you looking for an ally?” She arched a brow awaiting the honest answer even if it was a bit much to expect.

Ajax began his speech then concerning Alex and challenged those to go on their lonesome who wouldn't listen to reason and authority. Who liked to tamper with others. Evelyn's eyes automatically drifted to Eve.

Then there were two loud thuds on the roof. She looked up, worry tightening in her chest expecting something to break through and start some massacre. The source came through the door though; calm and as authoritative as ever. There was an air of power about this man and her suspicions were confirmed when he approached Ajax. Zeus. Evelyn squirmed in her chair, suddenly become self-conscious and straightening out her clothes. Not that she was looking to be his wife or anything but it was Zeus so she could at least appear well-presented. Not to mention there was another God by his side.

"Starting from tonight, you will all make your way towards the beach where Ares and Athena will be waiting for all of you. You shall be coming to Mount Olympus for Alex's trial, and I will not tolerate bad behavior while you're there. Know you are in my domain. You may wander around the grounds, but know that this is not a vacation. I will allow you to speak to your parents if you wish. I have chosen the arena beneath the Acropolis. The rest of you will sit around the Arena, spectating." Her gaze shifted to Alex, seeing how she'd behave. The girl under the spotlight. Did she expect a trial or was this news to her too? "If you have any questions? Ask now."

“I was wondering why you've selected us all to spectate this trial, what purpose would we serve?” Evelyn belonged in such an environment but why jeopardize Mount Olympus's state with demigods that didn't have control or couldn't be trusted? She could justify an answer or two herself: they were her peers and in order to resolve future disputes they would witness the one trial and verdict together, but to hear Zeus's mind was a rare opportunity.

Once answered and the air was clear, Evelyn looked to Eve again. “At least you might get more than crisps in Mount Olympus. Hopefully it will keep you satisfied.” She smiled.

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Eve couldn’t hear what Trinity was saying, but the expression on her face was clearer than any words could be. She was spitting fire at Wes. Eve almost felt bad for the undue blasting he was getting, almost. Instead she smirked, enjoying the view of the bickering couple way too much.

Her attention was brought back to Evelyn by her side. “No, thank you. I don't like taking food from people, particularly ones I just met.”

Eve smiled back the redhead, plastering on a fake pleasant smile. “Really? See I love taking things from people. Especially ones I’ve just met.” Her voice took on a sly tone, only for a second, before Eve laughed as if she were joking. She wasn’t of course, she loved taking things that didn’t belong to her, but it seemed silly to throw away her first impression already.

But then Evelyn did that all on her own. “You're a formidable actress and you have a nice name. Mine's Evelyn. Are you looking for an ally?” Eve almost scowled, she’d never been called out so easily before, and she hated being shocked and pushed to the back foot.

Formidable? I like that word, might use it in a resume one day.” She gave Evelyn a Cheshire grin before swiping the last crisp from her bag, screwing it up in hands and buying herself more time to craft a response. A response that would put her back in the controlling seat, her eyes drifted to Pete’s back for a moment, once upon a time she’d had an ally. “And you’re formidably perceptive. Why are you asking? Are you offering your services?” Eve smirked at the other girl deciding to reveal some of her research, “Do I get a blessing from the daughter of Nemesis if I answer correctly?”

The conversation ended short as Ajax begun his little speech. Eve had to physically hold herself back from smirking, or downright laughing. If anything his threat only painted an even larger target on Alex’s back for people like Eve. Now if she messed with Alex she’d get a two-for-one in pissing off Ajax as well.

Then Zeus arrived, with noise, pompous and flash just as Hera had accused him of. Eve had never met another god other than Hera before, and Hera’s disdain for her peers tinted Eve’s vision of them. Though a trip to Mount Olympus held appeal, Hera had made sure to never bring her mortal offspring anywhere close to home.

Eve’s eyes trailed back to Trinity, messing with her fellow campers held more appeal to Eve than Gods. That’s why she saw the little smirk that Trinity had sent to the blonde boy. She didn’t know who he was, but he was clearly another playing piece.

“At least you might get more than crisps in Mount Olympus. Hopefully it will keep you satisfied.” Evelyn said with a smile. Surprisingly Eve was finding the redhead hard to read – which she hated.

Which meant Evelyn was a danger, especially when Eve didn’t know whether she was going to run and tell the whole camp what she knew. She couldn’t afford to let her guard down any further. “Oh, I plan to be satisfied.”

Eve watched Trinity storming out,before turning back to Evelyn with a challenging smile, “If we were allies I'd offer to show you your destiny.” She held out her hand to the girl, palm skyward, one of her honed skills inherited from Hera. "But I don't think we are." Eve snatched her hand back and left. Moving to cut in front of Wes, blocking his path if he were considering chasing after Trinity. Willing a nervous expression onto her face and forcing tears into her eyes, she looked to her feet refusing to make eye contact with him. “I’m so sorry,” She forced her voice to come out as a timid squeak and her fake watery eyes produced a tear. “I think that might have been my fault.”





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"Give me one good reason why I should even talk to you?" Of course Alex was angry, and she looked down her nose at him, like he had no reason to be there at the front of the room at her table. And she was probably right, a guy like him was meant for dark corners.

A traditionally handsome bodyguard came to hover by their table, of course. Pete felt his speculative eyes, assessing him as friend or foe. Though let’s be honest no one ever saw Pete as thought of him as trustworthy. But Alex didn’t need a protector, he’d seen earlier that she was beyond powerful.

In the two times Pete had seen Alex, he was beginning to realise that angry might have been her default state. He’d take angry over manipulative any day though. He looked across the table at her, through the hair hanging over his eyes. He raised one shoulder in a lazy shrug, “I got no good ones for you.”

Then Ajax stole the attention of the room, his speech long and unnecessary. Pete knew how people like his sister and that guy from the barn worked, a topic like this only painted a target on her back for people like them. And Pete was buying this fragile bullshit, not after he’d seen what she could do.

A boom and a clap, and Zeus himself was in the room. Or at least Pete assumed his was Zeus since he was one of the few close enough to hear him call Ajax son. He noticed a quick, quick glare from Ajax, though he spoke too low to be heard. A perceptive habit from his past, and tid-bit his sister would have died to have.

Considering Pete held nothing but disdain for the one God(ess) he’d ever met, that tainted his vision of the rest of them. Neither they nor Mount Olympus held much appeal. Though his ears caught at the mention of ‘Alex’s Trial’. Considering he’d spent his only day here hiding out reading, he felt considerably out of the loop.

He looked up assessing Alex, what had she done to deserve a trial. What could she be capable of. He wondered without judgement, just curiosity. Once the God’s had finished speaking he had his answer for Alex’s earlier question. He looked back at her, gathering his back pack up. “But it doesn’t seem as if you’ve got much choice, I'm the only one in this room not looking at you like traitor.” He had been right, he didn’t have a good answer, but like always, he preferred honesty above everything else.

Swinging his backpack over his shoulder he approached the Valis bodyguard on his way out, the one with brown hair and chiselled jawline, of course. He patted his chest once, funnelling his magic through the touch and his words to influence Duke’s mind. “Just shag her mate.” Not caring that he was loud enough to be heard all around, he walked past Duke towards the doors, not being one for prolonged group hangouts.

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"Andy, let's go, come on," Mason whispered as he gently tried to guide her away, but she didn't move. Andy wanted to hear his response. She was thankful he didn't leave her or fight her hold on his arm while her eyes scanned her brother. "Yes? You're Andromeda. You're a direct descendant of Hecate, as am I. Do you know who I am?"

A weak, exasperated laugh escaped her lips which her gaze fell to her feet. How was she supposed to answer? Yes, you're Daniel. Not anymore. Who are you really? But instead Andy stood there in silence just staring at him. "Now I would appreciate it if you two stopped towering over me and either sat down or moved somewhere else. Please."

It stung. She couldn't even bring herself to look at him. Mason's hold on her arm tightened slightly and Andy didn't fight him as he lead her away and to a table. She lowered herself into a chair beside him just as Ajax began his speech, her eye focused blankly on the flat surface before her. "He's not soulless," Mason said quiet enough for her to hear, catching her attention rather than listening to Ajax defend Alex for the thousandth time that year.

Andy slowly looked over at him. "He called me Andromeda," she whispered, saying her full name almost like it was a poison. No one called her by her full name, not Mason or Ajax or her father, especially not Daniel. The only person who did was... her mother. The thought sent a chill down her spine. And almost as if the Gods themselves walked over her grave, two slammed into the roof of the great hall before making a grand entrance through the doors. Why not just bust through the roof? They were beyond subtlety.

It wasn't the first time she was in the presence of a God, but the few times she had been never ended well. Andy stiffened in her seat, her gaze glued to the pair as they moved before everyone, her hands ringing and white-knuckled in her lap. "Starting from tonight, you will all make your way towards the beach where Ares and Athena will be waiting for all of you. You shall be coming to Mount Olympus for Alex's trial, and I will not tolerate bad behavior while you're there. Know you are in my domain. You may wander around the grounds, but know that this is not a vacation. I will allow you to speak to your parents if you wish. I have chosen the arena beneath the Acropolis. The rest of you will sit around the Arena, spectating." Her brows furrowed slightly. The last time she was in a God's domain she nearly died. The thought of being in Zeus's hands didn't sit well with her. "If you have any questions? Ask now."

The first to question the God was Trinity who quickly answered her own query and left. Andy had half of a mind to run after her but Trin was much like herself, and needed time away from everyone to cool down. Then Evelyn spoke up. “I was wondering why you've selected us all to spectate this trial, what purpose would we serve?” Andy found herself wondering the same question. Unless, the demigods made up a fraction of the jury alongside the other Gods. Or was it simply a spectacle as a warning to the other demigods? But if that were the case, why in the hell would Zeus subject his own daughter to potential humiliation?

Andy couldn't help her heart as it skipped a beat when Daniel or Keith spoke up. She stopped herself halfway in the middle of turning around so that she didn't have to look at him, not now. Then Mason stood and Andy instinctively grabbed his wrist nearly standing with him. "Mason," she whispered. Andy couldn't help her protectiveness especially now. It was one thing when he was pissing off the Valises, but Gods were completely different. They could smite him from the world in a snap and the Gods hated no one more than Hades.

"Yeah, I have one. Is Hades going to be there? Since it was his daughter that got murdered, don't you think he has a say or at least the right to witness her trial? It seems fair to me." Andy's gazed drifted from Mason to the Gods before them as he sat back down beside her. If all of them were there, the father of the deceased should be too. She honestly couldn't believe that she felt... sympathetic for the God. But a parent should never have to bury a child and he deserved the right to be part of the trial, regardless of her own personal feelings toward the God.

It only seemed fitting that when the serious questions were out of the way, a less serious one would arise. Sylas stood to his feet and even bowed slightly. Was that supposed to be an insult or an act of respect? "Sir, are we to dress for the occasion? It might seem a strange question, but if we are to be in the presence of the Gods, walking through the streets of Olympus... I do not wish to offend yourself, nor my mother, by not presenting myself appropriately." Serious then? Odd question, but she supposed it was a somewhat relevant one.

"Do you think Hecate will be there?" Mason asked Andy, turning her attention back to her present company. Her mother's named twisted her stomach, but she couldn't deny that she also wondered that. "She might be able to help with our other issue."

Andy didn't have to look in the direction he pointed to know what he was referring to. "I don't know, but I hope so." She spared a quick glance over her shoulder toward Daniel. "I fear this is her doing. She was the last person to see him before he died." Her brows furrowed as she looked back at Mason. "Will you help me get him to her?"

Then there was a long silence as campers began to exit and prepare for the journey. Andy leaned a little closer to Mason, speaking soft enough for only him to hear. "I will testify, if I am called upon... For Jennova and for you."




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When Wes sat beside Trinity, his touch didn't seem to sooth her but make her tense. His jaw clenched as he quickly withdrew his hand, but couldn't keep himself from looking at her. Unfortunately for him, control over emotions doesn't allow him to know the cause of the emotions. So, although he knew she was angry, he couldn't begin to decipher the cause. “If you could not talk right now, thanks, I wanna listen to Aj.”

Wes inhaled sharply, giving a short nod of his head before looking forward. "As you wish."

There was silence for a brief moment before a girl passing behind them dropped a bag of chips. Then before he knew it Trinity was on her feet. “You imbecile!”

Wes was quick to his feet after her, holding out his hand like someone approaching a wild animal. "Woah, she just dropped some chips." The blonde girl had scurried off before he could try to apologize for Trinity's outburst. He didn't know what was wrong, but she was clearly on edge and no doubt making large enough of a scene for half of the hall to be staring at her.

Trinity paced back and forth, blustering like a storm about to rain hell. “I hear you got yourself a date tonight. And it's not me.” Wes's hand dropped slightly as his head cocked. What in the hell was she talking about? He didn't get a chance to reply. Trinity quickly followed up her comment, being sure to cut him off before he could even attempt to get to the root of what she was talking about. “I'm sorry I give a shit about my friend and aren't some obedient, affectionate barbie doll but if you wanted to jump ships, all you had to do was say.”

Wes's jaw dropped as he stood there in a stunned silence. So, much said in the span of one sentence. What friend was she talking about? Was he just a friend in her eyes? At this point... After so long, he thought they were beyond that. But she spoke as if her friendship with another made him change his mind? What in the hell was going on!? Wes could feel the blood racing to his head as his heart started beating faster and faster in his chest.

He stood there, like a deer in headlights as Ajax began his pointless speech. Which, at the moment, Wes couldn't care less about. Even the arrival of Gods didn't seem to shake Wes quite like the words Trinity just said to him. He was just... silent, as it boiled inside him.

“Can we go, now?” Then in a flash Trinity was out of the hall.

Wes stood there, frozen like a statue. Then out of no where, when the anger, frustration and confusion overflowed, his hand gripped the edge of the table. "Son of a bitch!" Maybe it was adrenaline? Or maybe in the year without an arm his other more than compensated. But with hardly any effort, he flipped the table on it's side before turning toward the exit.

Before he could take a step forward, the blonde from before stood before him. “I’m so sorry. I think that might have been my fault.” Tears? Wes might have given a sympathetic apology and a halfhearted smile before snaking around her. But with his attention on her, he could feel it. Beneath the false sadness and nervousness... It was pleasure. Was this all her doing?

If this girl before him wasn't a girl, Wes might have decked her. Instead he stood there, clenching his jaw, digging his nails so hard into his palms he nearly drew blood. "Get the fuck out of my way, he practically growled at the girl before shoving past her and hurrying out the door.

Wes nearly had to run to catch up. "Trinity!" he tried to get her attention before grabbing her arm, forcing her to stop and turn to face him. A dangerous move, putting his hand on an angry Ares daughter, but he didn't care. Wes would take whatever punishment she dealt if it meant she'd listen. "Stop!" He released her arm and took a step toward her while pointing his index finger at. "You are going to listen to me. Then beat the shit out of me, or whatever you want afterwards. But you will listen!" He ordered. That wasn't a request and he made damn well sure she knew it.

"I have no fucking clue what you're talking about. I told you this morning and nearly everyday for the past year that you are the only girl I want. Why is it all of a sudden everything's changed? It's like all of a sudden you're second guessing everything. Like, in your eyes I'm nothing but a piece of shit Aphrodite kid that bounces between women! You know I'm not like that. You know it!" By that point Wes was yelling, probably loud enough for the people back at the hall to hear him. "Everything I've ever done here has been for you! I've spent the past year trying to prove myself to you and be worthy of you!"

Wes took grabbed Trinity's shoulder, not breaking eye contact as he looked down at her. "Trinity! I—" His voice trailed off as all the anger washed from his face in a saddening wave. Was he about to say it? She stood there accusing him of everything he's been proving to her he isn't and he nearly mention love. She didn't deserve to hear it... not now. Now when she made him feel lower than the dirt under her shoe.

"I thought you knew me better than that," Wes's voice cracked as he took a step back. He looked away from her briefly and when he met her gaze again, a tear fell from his eye. "You don't trust me..." Wes nodded his head before wiping away the tear. "Forget it," he concluded as he turned from her and started in the direct of his cabin. "Don't follow me."

Wes didn't look toward any campers he passed, nor segue in any direction but toward his own cabin. He trudged up the steps of his porch and inside, slamming the door shut behind him. Once inside, he clicked the closest end table, sending it and its contents flying across the room. He proceeded the tear apart his room, throwing things from counter tops and over turning furniture until the entire cabin was in disarray. Wes gave a final kick to an overturned chair before he stumbled backwards against a wall. Then slid down it until he was sitting on the ground with his head in his knees.

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Ethan and Heath watched as everyone else showed up and saw a few fireworks fly. Iliana however was concentrating only on herself for she felt so many emotions at once. She felt so much anger from the blonde next to Wesley, which only increased when another blonde girl came near them. She closed her eyes and try to shut herself down. She couldn't loose control, not hear at least. The boys saw what was happening and saw what was happening with Wesley and the 2 blondes girls too. This was definitely not good. They didn't have time to do anything about it for Zeus's son spoke up talking about his sister. Seems like they were right about the two guys from earlier being the one to push Alex over the edge. Now the question was, what originally caused her to go close to the edge to begin with.

Before either boys could speak up though, there was a commotion and suddenly two gods showed up. One was definitely Zeus, but the other the guys hadn't seen before. Soon Zeus spoke and his words only made the boys even more confused. Alex was to be on trial? For what exactly? It must be grave if the gods got directly involved. Knowing his mother was here though, Heath decided to ask her directly. If he was to spectate a trial, he wanted all the clear facts and his mother was good at that without any bias. She was the Goddess of Wisdom for a reason after all. Plus he wanted to get Lia out of this building, who was now covering her ears and rocking back and forth. He was 100% sure she hadn't heard a word. It was to his relief when the one angry blonde left the building though. He had definitely heard her words to Wesley, who had looked shocked by them. He cursed and took off after the blonde who left. It wasn't long before they could hear shouting. This only caused Iliana to shake even more.

When Zeus asked for questions, several did ask, but the one that caught Heath and Ethan's attention the most was when someone came forward.

"Yeah, I have one. Is Hades going to be there? Since it was his daughter that got murdered, don't you think he has a say or at least the right to witness her trial? It seems fair to me."

Ethan looked surprised at that. A daughter of Hades was killed? That definitely wasn't good. Heath started connecting the dots though. Alex was going to be on trial and Hades's daughter had been killed. Was Alex the reason? He saw how angry she got in the stall. So who was this guy that just asked the question? Ethan wondered if the guy was a son of Hades. It would make sense since he did ask such a question.

Both boys though forgot about everything else when Iliana suddenly grabbed onto Heath's shirt sleeve. This was a signal that she had to get out now.

"Let's go now," Heath said as he helped Iliana up.

Ethan nodded as they left. When they exited the building, they saw Wesley take off. Iliana could feel every emotion he was feeling and it was seriously making her sick in the stomach. She could feel her own tears spilling out. Her own powers started churning and soon the sky open up, causing rain to fall. She herself dropped to the ground and started wailing in earnest. Heath swept her into his arms and continued to walk with Ethan right next to him.

"Uh, oh, we better do something to cheer Iliana up quick." Ethan commented.

Indeed, the last time Iliana was this emotional, she had caused a flood. Heath knew this was a result of her trying to contain her emotions and powers too much. The rain continued pouring and they and anyone else would be drenched by now.

"I've got it. Hey, Lia, can you hear me? We're going to see your mother soon. Do you want to see her?"

Hearing her mother being mention penetrated Iliana's intense emotions and she looked at her adopted brother. Taking a few deep breaths, she nodded. This causes the rain to let up dramatically, and it's now a drizzle. Iliana was emotionally drained though and she falls asleep. The boys noticed she had dropped her notepad by then.

"I'll go and get it. It's probably ruined by now though," Ethan said before rushing back to the main hall.

Ethan nodded and continued towards the coast. Minutes later, Ethan was back and indeed, Iliana's notepad was drenched. He also had the pen she carried. It was a good thing Iliana had several notepads back in their cabin. Both were certain though they could get another notepad from Demeter.

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Cayden Stelzner
Son of Ares

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While packing the last item into his suitcase, his fingers fiddled with the buttons on one of his shirts as his mind wandered off into its own world. He didn't know how the rage inside of him was going to treat him, and once thrown into the deep end with a mixture of others who probably had their own problems to deal with, was either going to make him look like the unwanted bad guy with an ego boost or something else. He bared his teeth down against his bottom lip.

"Son." Cayden turned his head to look at his father who stood in the doorway of his bedroom. "I promise you that you'll fit in. Your sister has." Springing a sibling onto him had been a surprise, but at the same time, it had closed the case on his suspicions. His father may have once loved his mother, but now he had gone and made a new family elsewhere which made him feel less important. Ares wasn't there all the time, but it wasn't like he was always absent either.

"So that's why you and mom broke up.. you had another woman and child?"

"No. I never cheated on your mom. I just... sadly didn't love her anymore."

"What's her name?"

"The other woman?"

"No.. what's my sister's name? how old is she?"

Ares smiled. "Her name is Trinity, and she is 19.

"So I have a little sister... okay. When do we leave for camp?"

"I'll get someone else to take you, and I'll meet you there."

before he could ask his father why he wasn't taking him himself, or who he needed to expect to turn up at his door... Ares had gone. He had teleported to god knows where, while Cayden was left lifting his luggage down the stairs.

A few hours later...


Image Finally, he was there at the infamous Camp his father had told him all about. He knew why the place had been built in the first place, and what had happened last year... roughly. His father was down at the beach with some other God. Cayden held up his hand, and his father returned it with his own before Cayden heard a large group of people in a nearby hall.

Curiosity got the best of him, so he headed that way, dumping his rucksack onto the ground since someone with blonde hair came bursting out the doors, followed by some guy chasing after her.

"God, DAMN!" His voice went up an octave on the last word as he stumbled out of their way. "People walking here. Jeeze." He ran his hands over himself like he was dusting himself off and straightening himself out, then carried on to make his way into the hall. Cayden puffed out his chest and silently slipped into one of the seats at the back. "What did a'miss?" He asked while he leaned to the side towards some dude in glasses.

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son of artemis
Location: Beach
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Theo watched as the events unfolded in the hall. He caught the tail end of Trinity blowing up on Wes. He had heard the conversation on the walk to the hall. He knew why she was mad. Theo made a mental note to check in with her later. Maybe, he wouldn't have to worry about Wes anymore after all.

Theo turned his attention to Ajax as the young leader began to talk. He admired that Ajax wanted to protect his sister. Theo was loyal to the Valis', even if he did have mixed feeling about what Alex had done. He could admit; however, that he probably would also kill any person or demigod who killed his father, the non god parent in his life. Theo thought Ajax could have used a bit more tact when speaking to the young demigods, but it wasn't like it mattered. Theo could feel Zeus coming long before anyone else could. Ajax was just a sitting duck, waiting to be cut off. Theo relaxed in his chair as Zeus speech unfolded.

"Starting from tonight, you will all make your way towards the beach where Ares and Athena will be waiting for all of you. You shall be coming to Mount Olympus for Alex's trial, and I will not tolerate bad behavior while you're there. Know you are in my domain. You may wander around the grounds, but know that this is not a vacation. I will allow you to speak to your parents if you wish. I have chosen the arena beneath the Acropolis. The rest of you will sit around the Arena, spectating... If you have any questions? Ask now."

The reactions around Theo ranged from surprised, to awestruck, to upset. Theo had talked to Zeus before, and so the sheer force with which he moved and spoke did not throw Theo off. Zeus made eye contact with Theo at one point, and Theo gave him a knowing nod. The only thing that kind of bothered Theo about all of this is that he was now forced to see his mother. Theo and Artemis had a complicated relationship. He really did love and appreciate her, but she was just so hard on him. Either way, it wasn't everyday that demigods got an opportunity to go to Olympus. He was certainly not going to miss his. Theo's thoughts drowned out the questions that followed Zeus' speech until he heard Trinity's voice. He was with her. It was time to get out of that room before the tension boiled over.

Theo got up and took the long way out of the hall, being sure to pat Alex on the shoulder and give her a reassuring smile before he left. Upon walking out of the hall, Theo caught sight of Trinity and Wes. For once, he tuned the noise out. He did watch though. Could he actually get satisfaction out of watching this? Wes was his friend, but Theo had always wanted a chance to show Trinity that he deserved her more than the lover boy. He shook his head. Not the time to be thinking about those things. He approached Trinity after Wes stormed off, letting an immense amount of caution into his tone of voice, "Hey, are you okay? That didn't look like a normal conversation with lover boy." Theo smiled, letting her know that his intentions were as pure as possible in asking. Maybe she would open up to him.

"Either way, I think you have a father waiting on you. Let that go. Tonight is going to be stressful enough.

Theo set his eyes toward the beach, waiting on Trinity to be ready to walk with him.

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Invisibility is one of those gifts that only a true recluse could harness without the power of their godly parent. As she sat in the Hall, a quiet figure with small teal tinted toes tapping mindlessly against the soft pink sandal she wore, her dark gaze ventures to Zeus. She listened to his words, her head tilted just enough for her hair to fall along her shoulder; lackluster and unkempt. It must be one of those days where the ocean was uneasy, and she has plenty of them. So many people were upset and stunned, but she just felt... nervous. 'Tap, tap, tap' goes the toes of her shoe against the floor, her body in a fidgety fit from all the madness and tension broiling in the space shortly thereafter. There is that nasty shrieking sound from Trinity, followed by the obvious upset of Wes.

Used to it? Probably. Everyone should be. If there wasn't some malignant force aswirl, then there was something worse than it - more insidious than any kind of evil they would face.

Drama.

She remained, for now, an observant woman with her eyes flitting from one involved individual to another. Some sickly satisfied by the encounter gone awry, others not particularly surprised by it. When all was said and done, the storm having passed through the wide open space swiftly, she stood up and took her leave. She wasn't in the business of comforting screeching sirens. There were things to do - unpack, resettle - remind herself that she was supposed to be here for some reason. That she belonged despite the fact that she couldn't bother to be anything more than a grain of sand on the beach last year. Maybe this one would be different.

Of course, she saw all of Wes' misfortunes - from the twisted love thing he had going on with Trinity, to the nervous blonde that looked like she might break down in front of him for now reason. Boy, does she know that feeling! Then again, certain children with certain parents were so Shakespearean that she can't even bring herself to feel any empathy for her.

This whole place was some sick Shakespearean thing with a twinge of Greek tragedy.

On her way to her own cabin, she stops short of hearing the cacophony of an angry Aphrodite child throwing a massive tantrum. She should just keep going, honestly. Thus far, her dedication to the drama in this play has been relatively low. No one liked her as much because she was this way or that way, incapable of genuine connection without the possibility of being subject to her personal dramatics. Or maybe it was simply that no one knew how to approach her long enough to figure it all out. Regardless, she stands there for quite some time with her hands in the pockets of her dark blue jeans and that anxious tapping of her feet against the ground.

She takes a deep breath in, "Okay, so I have a small chance of being yelled at. I'm a big girl - I've grown. I won't cry about it," Liv gives herself a pep talk because some people are just kind of intimidating. A lot, really. She breathes all of that sucked in air out in one puff, and just... steps up to his door and lightly knocks on it. No, no, she can just walk in. Right? Oh, but then what if he throws something at her? She pressed her ear against the door, and goodness, did she look kind of goofy doing it.

Okay. There was a calm. Perhaps where there was once a violent and wrecking tempest, there is now just confusion. Slowly, a small hand pressed against the door, she gently pulls it open whilst turning the knob. It was do or die time! He was going to tell her to get the fuck out, or maybe she will be lucky enough to be told kindly to remove herself. The love fests of Aphrodite spawn are beyond her comprehension. She only knows feelings, and she knows them well. "Are you done throwing things? Can I come in?", she inquires with warm soothing tones, ripe with genuine concern - there are no tricks here. Liv doesn't just waltz in there like she is his best friend, but she just sort of pokes her head in to make sure she'd be safe from flying objects.

What is she doing? She just got back. She's crazy. Why get caught up in other people's business? And goodness, what a mess this place is! The toe of her sandal kicks away a piece of unfortunate debris so that she could just... not trip and fall on her face.

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Zeus
KING OF THE GODS
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He waited patiently for their questions and found himself swallowing, but gave away no signs of the feelings towards his daughter's trial that he truly wished he didn't have to hold. To him, his daughter was already innocent, but with the lack of evidence, the scales weighed themselves in no favor for her. Without proof, his little girl was already guilty. As the God of the skies and Justice, he would have to put aside his love and prepare to take action. Lawfully. Zeus could not break his own rules, no matter how hard he wanted to for his children. Fair was fair.

"Can we go now?" The daughter of Ares asked, to which Zeus bowed his head to give her permission, right before she left the hall with the son of Aphrodite not too far behind her. His eyes tore away from the door as it slammed shut behind them, turning his attention back to the room.

“I was wondering why you've selected us all to spectate this trial, what purpose would we serve?”

"I have selected many of you because you will be the jury of said trial. That is the reason. I want each of you to stand and take a side. To speak for my daughter... or against her." he hated saying it like that, but they all needed to know that she would not be treated differently, just because of her lineage with Zeus. "I hope you are satisfied with the answer." he wasn't. He wanted to end it all this second, but it wasn't to be. The trial must go on.

"Mr. Zeus, eerr Sir...I mean, Zeus.. While I'm privileged to be invited to the trial, do we have to go? I guess I mean to ask what...what the outcomes will vary to, And how long we will be there for."

Zeus smiled as he watched the young boy stumble over his words with confusion on how to address him properly. He folded his arms. "Address me as Zeus. That's fine by me. And no, you don't have to go but as I said before, it would be wise if you care about those involved. It is only for a few hours to which the trial will end."


"Yeah, I have one. Is Hades going to be there? Since it was his daughter that got murdered, don't you think he has a say or at least the right to witness her trial? It seems fair to me."

Zeus recognized him as Hades son right away since the room seemed to have a slight chill as the young boy stood to voice his own question. "Hades is banned from Mount Olympus, but since this is about his daughter... I will grant him to be there. But, ONLY for the trial. You may speak on his behalf if you wish.. and of your own, of course."

"Sir, are we to dress for the occasion? It might seem a strange question, but if we are to be in the presence of the Gods, walking through the streets of Olympus... I do not wish to offend yourself, nor my mother, by not presenting myself appropriately."

Zeus didn't think it was a strange question. He thought it was respectively honest, but no doubt the son of Eris would internally be finding it hard. He seemed to be the type of person, like a son of Hades, to never want to bow down to anyone. "No," Zeus quickly gave his answer. "I understand and respect that you consider it, but you are our children. Wear what you feel most comfortable in." He says. "Just not nightwear," he quickly adds. Even the gods had a sense of humor. "If that is all? you can go." As most of the hall was now leaving, Zeus pulled his son to the side. "There is an hour before we leave... you must help me, son. If there is anything you think can help..."

"I told you not to call me that." Ajax took a deep breath and sighed heavily out of his nostrils. Falling out with his father wasn't going to get Alex anywhere, so... he took a step back mentally, and calmed himself. "There might be something."

Zeus nodded. "At least it's something. Go.." he said, his tone soft.





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Alexandria Valis
DAUGHTER OF ZEUS
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“I got no good ones for you. But it doesn’t seem as if you’ve got much choice, I'm the only one in this room not looking at you like traitor.” Alex warily looked off to the side, trying her best not to be so obvious as she looked to see if anyone was staring at her like an animal that needed to be locked behind bars.

From what she could tell from where she sat, angled away from everyone else, no one had their attention on her since they were busy answering her father's questions, and Wes angrily left the hall to follow Trinity.

Still... Pete was right, even if she didn't want him to be. No doubt all of them thought she was a traitor besides the obvious few that would stick by her no matter what the verdict/outcome was to be. Or so she thought.

Death? exile? did either matter anymore? How could anyone see her other than a monster now?

Theo had briefly passed her, his hand touching her shoulder which she didn't have the heart to recoil from even in her state. Was it him feeling sorry for her? or did he try to point out that he was there for her still even though there were no words exchanged? she let out a sigh. There was no point in worrying about who was or wasn't on her side now... the outcome wasn't going to be good either way.

When she thought Pete was done with her since he was getting ready to leave the hall with the rest, his next words came tumbling out of his mouth with no care in the world for how it made anyone feel. She could respect honesty, but Pete had maybe gone a little too far. “Just shag her mate.”

Holy, crap... did he just...

She quickly turned her head and looked at Duke.




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"Trinity!" She ignored him continuing to pace away. Suddenly, he grabbed her arm. She tried to rip his grip off her. "Stop! You are going to listen to me. Then beat the shit out of me, or whatever you want afterwards. But you will listen."

Trinity ground her teeth as her fists turned into balls as she was forced to stop and look at him again.

"I have no fucking clue what you're talking about. I told you this morning and nearly everyday for the past year that you are the only girl I want. Why is it all of a sudden everything's changed? It's like all of a sudden you're second guessing everything. Like, in your eyes I'm nothing but a piece of shit Aphrodite kid that bounces between women! You know I'm not like that. You know it! Everything I've ever done here has been for you! I've spent the past year trying to prove myself to you and be worthy of you!" He was getting louder and angry back at her which was game of him. He was really going to fight with her for the sake of bullshit.

Wes grabbed her shoulder. "Trinity! I—"

Trinity softened slightly as he did. “You what?” She waited to hear whatever it was. It was all coming out now anyway, he might as well have spat it out.

"I thought you knew me better than that." Trinity sighed out. Wes couldn't even look at her for a second but when he did a tear escaped. "You don't trust me...Forget it," He turned his back on her. "Don't follow me."

So now she was the asshole? Trinity watched his distancing figure then yelled out in frustration. She wanted to trust Wes but every tiny concern and doubt just multiplied ten fold in the hall. The girl had said "he asked me to his cabin tonight." Why make that up? Trinity sighed out and let the torrential rain cool her down.

"Hey, are you okay? That didn't look like a normal conversation with lover boy." She glanced to Theo clutching her hair.

“He won’t get his back up, won’t use his powers or utter a bad word to anyone else but he can speak to me like that?” She scoffed.

"Either way, I think you have a father waiting on you. Let that go. Tonight is going to be stressful enough." She shot Theo a glare even when what he said was true and made sense. But let being the only person Wes talks like that to go?

She sighed out with great effort and tilted her up to the now drizzling sky, closing her eyes. “Okay. Let me get changed, I'm not going as a drenched rat.”

She raced to her cabin and peeled off her layers giving herself a quick dry and shimmy with the towel, picked out a relatively easy outfit made smart with her cardigan despite Zeus assuring they could come in the attire they pleased, then rejoined Theo.

A quiet journey would have been a much more peaceful one, but it wasn't in her. “So I have a scenario, kind of like that dilemma game we played last time Zeus sent us to do something. A gorgeous woman approaches you and starts seducing you, but she's on the enemy team, how do you respond? Do you indulge both your desires or.... option b?” She smiled slightly. “Oh! Imagine it's your ex or favorite model or something.” Trinity sneaked looks at him frequently, intrigued to hear how Theo would respond to temptation over force. The womanizers of camp responding to lust and love was a curiosity of hers. She always saw no other option but to fight.

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The trio finally made it to the beach where Athena was waiting for them. Like them she also was drenched, but it look liked it didn't affect her in the least. Seeing the three arrive, she wasted no time in speaking to them.

"I wondered where the sudden rain came from. It looks like Lia has had a rough time of it."

"Indeed mother, in fact, I am already questioning if coming here was the right idea." Heath stated.

He was always completely honest with his mother since he knew she would not only know if anyone were lying, but withholding information too. It was something he was trying to pick up himself.

"It is son, Lia needs to learn how to become stronger emotionally and mentally. She can't stay hidden from herself or others. I am very much aware that there are campers here who are capable of causing drama, it's in their nature, but there are just as many demigods here who will help her and you boys too."

"She's right Heath. Lia has already gotten treated nicely by that guy, Duke, and Aphrodite's son, uuuhhh, what was his name again?" Ethan stated.

"Aww, that be Wesley I think. Poor boy has been through a lot, but it's not my place to tell you so. And Duke is Hephaestus's son, I believe. Good friend of Zeus's children."

"Speaking of Zeus, ma'am, why is Alex on trial? I was just caught off guard so much that I don't fully comprehend the situation."

"You'll learn soon enough, young Ethan. I will say this though, it has something to do with what happened last year. You and the other demigods will be watching Alexandria's trial. You three will definitely have an advantage coming into this blind. Don't worry all of the facts and questions you have will be answered there. It's best to judge this as unbiased as possible to make sure this is a fair and just trial. I shall see to it. And unlike others, it'll be easier for you three since you don't have close connections to those directly involved."

"That still might be hard for Iliana, mother. She picks up emotions like a sponge after all. She could easily become biased because of her empathy.

"Give her a bit more credit then that Heath. Anyway, why don't you three go change really quick and get a new notepad and pen for Lia here. I believe Zeus was plan on giving you guys an hour to get ready."

It was then that Iliana woke up and saw Athena. Her eyes widen in surprised and she tried to get a grasp on the situation. First thing she noticed was that she was being carried by Heath and her notepad was missing. Then she tried recalling how she ended up like this. Soon all the memories came back to her. Darn it! She had done it again! Let her emotions get the better of her. She was starting to get tired of it. She looked at Athena again with confusion in her eyes.

Athena smiled at the young lady and replied, "Hello Lia. Nice to see you've recovered a bit. You brother and Ethan are about to take you back to your cabin so you three can change and also get you a new notepad and pen. Then you'll come back here and travel to Olympus with the other campers. Zeus's daughter, Alexandria, is going to be put on trial and all of you are to watch it. Don't worry, you'll have time to see your mother. I know Demeter has been eager to see you. Did you understand all of that?"

Iliana nodded and not wanting to be a physical burden anymore, tried getting out of Heath's arms. Seeing what she was attempting to do, Heath set her down and helped her steady herself.

"Let's go, Lia."

When the three made it to their cabin, they wasted no time in changing into dry clothes and getting one of Iliana's other notepads and another pen. This time, Iliana decided to put the items in a small tote bag for protection. They started heading out but soon saw a brunette standing in front someone's door. Iliana was the first to notice and it didn't take her long to feel a bit of emotion coming from that cabin. It was sadness as well as anger. Was it Wesley? She remembered him being very sad. She also wondered who the brunette was. She was very nervous, that's for sure. Curious to see if this was Wesley's cabin, she heads toward it. The boys stop though and follow her. It wasn't common for Iliana to make sudden decisions, but whenever it did, the guys just went with it.

Approaching the cabin, they saw that the brunette spotted them. Ethan was quick to speak to her.

"Hi there, sorry if we scared you. I am Ethan, this is Heath and his adopted sister, Iliana. Iliana here decided to check out this cabin it seems. Uh, Lia, did you want to tell us why?"

Iliana blushed. She quickly pulled out her notepad before writing in it and showing it to the guys.

It said, "Sorry, I think this is Wesley's cabin and I wanted to check on him. He's so sad."

The boys nodded before Ethan explained to the brunette, "Iliana can't talk so she communicates with us through her notepad here. She thinks this cabin belongs to someone she just met and wanted to see he was alright because something just happened to him to make him upset. We still don't know why yet. Do you mind if we wait here with you?"

The last question was directed at both Iliana and brunette. Iliana shook her head. It was fine if they stayed with her.

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Image He had not left the hall just yet. He stood staring out of the window, his thumb running back and forth against his lips with the sound of a clock ticking behind him, counting down every second toward the trial.

Hopefully, his son had an idea, because no doubt all would be lost for his little girl if there wasn't. Her bright light would be taken from this world, and into the next.

For years he had kept Hades close to him, trusted him, and all it took for betrayal!? was greed. Hades had been (other than Ares) his most trusted consort. A God that was powerful to be by the Kings side in battle had the honor of facing the Titans that still had their vendetta with Zeus for killing his father Cronus.

No longer wanting to drown within his own head, Zeus left the hall without interrupting his daughter who had the company of Hephaestus's son - Duke, but Zeus did smile at him briefly while he made his exit.




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Image Even now Duke managed to still make her blush, and for the first time in a while... she actually managed a little smile. She held her palm to her cheek as she turned away from the gaze he had locked on her, due to her own thoughts spiraling as he unknowingly made his way toward her slightly before he stopped.

No doubt his thoughts were just unwillingly made due to Pete's influence, but her own feelings and thoughts were genuine and true. She had to be realistic, Duke had never made it clear about how he felt about her, other than he saw her as Ajax's little sister. She never wanted someone to see her as just his younger sibling, or the one they feel they can't get close to in fear of Ajax grabbing them for a serious talk/warning.

"I think he likes you," At first, she thought he had admitted to liking her, but his question denied it. Pete was actually a good looking guy behind that personality of his. He seemed bad, but not evil. Nice, but not soft.

Alex shook her head. "I doubt that." she told him, fiddling with a bowl that lay empty on the table. The thoughts of him had returned. "It's a shame you don't like me." she wanted to say, but she didn't want to embarrass herself or put an awkward feeling between them both. If that were even possible. With how long they had known each other outside and inside of the camp, surely they had gotten passed that stage by now.

"So who is the new guy, Al? Friend or foe?" She wasn't actually sure, but she was hoping he would be a friend at least.

"Pete. Son of Hera. I... don't really know that much about him, so I don't know yet."

Duke sighed gently. She had no idea what was on his mind as Duke wasn't really the type to talk about his own feelings, but she felt as though he would just as worried about the trial. He cared about her, there was no doubt about that. "I noticed Wes's arm wasn't delivered. I know you have your separate mountain of issues," he added quickly. "But maybe helping other people, doing a couple good deeds for others will make you feel better and help your case." Damn it, how could she have forgotten about her best friend and his arm? her mind, as warped as it felt, had left black spots in her memory. The monster that scratched away at what humanity she had left, was doing its best to make her forget everything. Especially the wonderful person she was before. He was right, she needed to do something. Anything. "Your brother and father are stressed, Alex. You can help your own case too."

"I know, and I'm sorry. You're right. I'll go and get it now and give it to him. After everything he's been through, he deserves something good to come out of all this mess that I've caused. She hadn't said sorry in a while, so maybe that monster inside of her head was finally dying now that Alex was accepting her fate.

"When we get out of this, the next party or celebration we have, promise me you'll be the life of it." Duke smiled a little. She definitely would try. It broke her heart to think she would have to leave him and the others behind.

"That's if I even make it out of there." she says quietly, her voice breaking slightly as the words tumble from her soft lips. She furrowed her brows apologetically as she tilted her head at him, then turned and headed toward the hall's doors.




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Image The guy had leaned away from him, causing Cayden to smile. He had that effect on most people. "Um...the daughter of Zeus," as he pointed in the girl's direction, Cayden turned his head.

Damn.... she's cute. he thought. Looking her over with a smile.

"is going on a trial. She, uh, accidentally murdered another demigod."

cute, and dangerous? nice. he kept his eyes on her. It was a shame she was already in the company of someone else.

"We are going to attend and potentially determine her fate," he added uncertainly.

"Cool... Is she popular with other guys?" it definitely looked like she was, and Cayden hadn't really been listening to the guy beside him. Not completely. The bits he caught were plenty.

"I have to figure out my own side." When an elbow knocked him in the back, the poor guy collapsed on the table, and stayed there for a moment, gripping the table and pressing his forehead to it. Cayden quickly turned his attention back to him. Looking him over.

"Shit, dude... you okay?" he asked while chuckling. He even placed his hand onto the guys back.

"Nice meeting you." As the strange guy shuffled off, Cayden's grin faded. He frowned and turned his head to see where he had rushed off to. He was like a whippet, gone in seconds. He shrugged it off and headed out to find his cabin so he could get ready for the trial.

He found it eventually as he quickly got a member of staff to help him, and just threw on some clothes that looked decent enough for a trial. Outfit




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Image Ares waited patiently beside Athena as the Demigods prepared themselves. He could sense that Alex was still on the grounds, so there was no need to go after her just yet.

If anything like her father, then the girl would be smart enough to know that it was pointless to run. Ares would track her down in no time.

With no sign of his daughter yet, if she had decided to go, he watched proudly as his son made his way to the beach dressed casually smart. There was no dress code, but it was nice of them to consider looking their best for Mount Olympus. Was it all for nothing? well, considering the means of travel they needed to take to get to their destination... maybe.

Behind Ares stood a heard of horses, and Cayden froze once he was able to see the wings attached to their backs. "You have got to be kiddin' me, right? for fu--" he stopped himself from continuing with that sentence. "Seriously, dad!? flying horses? I haven't even sat on one, let alone ride it."

"You'll be fine. Hold on, but just... don't pull on their mane too much. They have a tendency to throw people off when they do that." The look on Cayden's face made Ares smirk.

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Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Pete Drakos Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer
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"You mean like put a bag over his head and abduct him?"

"Yeah... or you could get the arms and I could get the legs." Andy laughed softly. "Although Keith doesn't seem very threatening. I could take him," she added with a playful smirk. In honesty she didn't like the idea of having to fight her brother... or his body anyway to get him to their mother. She hoped that he'd come willingly. If not? She'd cross that bridge when they got there.

After Andy commented about testifying in the trial, Mason turned to face her. "I appreciate that and I’ve appreciated everything you’ve done for us. You probably will be called because you were one of the first to...see it and handle it all. But you don't need to testify if you don't want to. Ajax hates it when you speak against Alex, I'm used to the looks that say drop dead but not you."

Andy's expression softened at his comment as the corner of her mouth curved into a slight smile. She was beyond the point of caring if people hated her or not, it never stopped her before. But it seemed that Mason didn't like the idea of her being in the same boat as him.

"I just don't want you in another ugly situation. It'd probably be good for you to lay low for a while."

"I don't care. It wouldn't be the first time in my life I've been hated. And you wouldn't hate me." Her smile grew slightly as she playfully nudged his arm, trying to lighten the mood slightly. Mason looked so serious. But he shouldn't be worrying about her when the trial was more important. "I'll be ok," she added, incase he needed to actually hear it from her own lips.

Andy stood up as Mason did, exiting after him. The second they stepped out of the hall they were met by rain. She sighed slightly, now having no choice but to change before they head to Olympus. Olympus. For some reason that thought put her on edge. Andy walked alongside Mason in a comfortable silence as they headed for the cabins, diverting to go towards her own.

Once in her cabin, Andy stared at her closet for what was definitely longer than she ever had before. She never was much of a girly girl, so dresses were rare in her wardrobe and nothing seemed to be remotely... professional? Do you dress professional for a trial amongst Gods? She stood there vexed for too long. She waved her hand making some ridiculous fashion magazine appear in her hand that she would never read in her leisure time. Andy flipped through it making disgusted faces at half of the pictures. "There has to be something normal in here."

When she found something decent, that didn't feel completely strange for her, she set the magazine down on her bed. She closed her eyes and snapped her fingers. When she looked back toward her reflection she was in a modest dress that made her look like more of a girl than she normally did. Her brows furrowed as she looked at the clutch purse she accidentally conjured along with it that rested on the bed. Andy nearly left it, but decided to wave her hand over it casting some sort of expansion charm upon it. For some reason, the idea of going to Olympus bothered Andy and she didn't like going in there naked. She could conjure a weapon if she needed it, if her magic worked up there. So, in a last minute decision she conjured a set of throwing knives, a shield and a sword into the tiny clutch.

With a final glance over her appearance in the mirror, Andy exited her cabin and headed toward the beach. Once she was about to step into the sand, she pulled off her shoes, holding the straps hooked in her right index and middle finger. Her feet sank into the warm sand as she made her way over to Mason. Andy smiled when she caught his attention, tucking her clutch under her arm. "Well it is official, Mr. Hughson. You clean up far better than myself." She smirked slightly as she fixed his tie. A habit she acquired helping her father as a young girl.

"Oh, by the way," Andy added as she moved to stand next to him, shoulder to shoulder. She brought her clutch before him and cracked it open, just enough for him to see the contents, then closed it quickly. "Just in case."




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Sloane sat there in an awkward silence as Sylas sat opposite her, never diverting his gaze. Her eyes were fixed on the surface of the table while her hands ringed themselves against the hem of her shirt. No matter how much she wanted wanted to get up and walk away, the second she'd try to do anything he would there with her... To follow her, chastise her, or just make her feel like utter and complete shit like he normally did.

She looked up when a blur of crimson hair moved itself beside her brother. Evelyn? Sloane's brows furrowed slightly as she watched the girl place her hand on Sylas's arm, suggesting for him to remain in his seat to talk with her. Sloane took the opportunity to stand up, catching a glare from her brother in the process. "I need to go change before we leave," she said. If she left without giving and explanation to Sylas, she'd never hear the end of it later.

Sloane scurried out of the main hall, instantly into a deluge of rain. Her face scrunched up as she groaned at the precipitation. Her gaze was focused on her feet as she made her way toward the tree line in the direction of the cabins, trying not to slip in mud or on a tree root. But with her attention focused on the ground, she didn't notice she was quickly closing in on the new camper who sat with Alex earlier. Sloane didn't realize him before her until she quite literally bumped into his back.

"I beg your pardon," Sloane apologized as she took a step back, brushing her wet hair from her face. She didn't know his name and he had to be new... or newer than herself and her brother. She tried to memorize everyone's names even if she had no intention of ever talking to them.

She was half tempted to leave the conversation at that and head in her own direction. Sloane had to get changed and get to the beach like the rest of the campers. But her curiosity overcame her into at least desiring to know his name if nothing else. She didn't like being in the dark about certain things. "I uh, don't think we've met. I'm Sloane Astor." Sloane tried to give at least a fraction of a smile while extending her hand toward him.




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Wes had been trying to calm his breathing, his hand rubbing the back of his head as he sat on the ground. Then he heard the door to his cabin open. He instantly went from broken down to defensive, grabbing whatever was on the floor beside him, ready to throw it at the door. Wes didn't know who he expected to be at the door. As much as part of him wanted it to be Trinity, who didn't listen to him... Chased after him to apologize, he knew better. She was too damn proud and definitely too stubborn. When his gaze settled upon Liv, his eyes widened slightly and his grasp on the object loosened.

"Are you done throwing things? Can I come in?"

Wes was beyond caring what he looked like at the moment, red eyed and blotchy. "Liv? When did you get back?" He sighed, running his hand over his face as he tried to calm himself down. He then motioned his hand toward her letting her know that she could enter. With a final groan, he pushed off the ground and moved to his feet. Wes started to walk toward his kitchen to offer Liv something to drink when he noticed 3 more campers approaching. God damn it. He was usually one of the most social people at camp, never had an issue talking to anyone always nice. But it seemed the one time he blew his top, everyone congregated to him like moths to a flame.

"Hi there, sorry if we scared you. I am Ethan, this is Heath and his adopted sister, Iliana. Iliana here decided to check out this cabin it seems. Uh, Lia, did you want to tell us why?"

They must not have noticed Wes within the cabin, instead talking toward Liv who still remained in the doorway. His hand gripped the edge of the counter, his knuckles going white. He could barely see them through the crack in the door. Who was Lia? Was that Iliana? Wes sighed. Before he was contemplating being rude to the males and shooing them off. But now he had to put on his best I'm ok face.

"Iliana can't talk so she communicates with us through her notepad here. She thinks this cabin belongs to someone she just met and wanted to see he was alright because something just happened to him to make him upset. We still don't know why yet. Do you mind if we wait here with you?"

Wes walked over to the door. Standing to the side of Liv, he opened the door all the way, revealing himself... And the chaotic state his cabin was in. "Hey, Iliana... and guys?" He didn't know the other two beyond them introducing themselves to Liv. But Wes was not in the mood to place nice to new campers, not right now. He knew Liv, they might not have been best friends, but he knew her. "I am... I'll be fine." He doubted anyone believe a single word that came out of his mouth, but he wasn't in the mood to care. "Sorry, I need to get ready."

He nothing more to add, so he slowly closed the door shutting out Iliana and the two other guys with her. Wes looked over at Liv, his expression was as transparent as glass. He was angry, sad and confused, but it wasn't toward her. He motioned his hand toward the kitchen. "If you're thirsty, help yourself." Wes grabbed a near by chair, turning it upright for her before he headed down the hall toward his bedroom.

Wes opened and closed drawers a bit louder than what was normal, grabbing the first things he found that were clean and didn't have a bunch of buttons. He'd probably accidentally rip them off trying to button up a shirt in his current mood. "I'm assuming were in the main hall earlier?" He didn't see her, but generally Wes was terrible at noticing other people when he was being made to look like an idiot.

He stumbled around his room getting dressed, cursing under his breath when he got temporarily frustrated trying to tie his shoes or button his jeans. If Wes was in his right mind, he probably would have dressed nicer for the trial. After all, he could have been a character witness. But at the current moment he couldn't give two shits about Olympus or the trial, or even looking decent. He had half a mind to stay locked up in his cabin and not go. But knowing his mother, if he didn't arrive with the others, Aphrodite would come and get him in the blink of an eye.

Wes walked out of his room, pulling on a jacket. He looked to Liv with about as much enthusiasm as a corpse. "We should probably go. Do you need to stop by your cabin?" The thought briefly crossed his mind that if he arrived at the beach with another female, Trinity would be in a rage but at this point... Did he care? At the rate she was going, she was never going to trust him no matter how much he tried to prove himself to her. He knew he did nothing wrong, and he'd still be faithful to her even when she was furious with him... Regardless if she believed him or not.




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Sylas felt a hand on his shoulder, glancing toward its owner as Evelyn took a seat beside him. He flashed her a smile while out of the corner of his eye he saw his sister take the opportunity to scurry out of the hall. Pathetic. “Sylas, I thought your question was surprisingly insightful.”

He couldn't help the slightly surprised and somewhat smudge expression that graced his face. He quirked a brow, turning more of his attention toward the attractive redhead. "Really now?" Sylas leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbow upon the table, his chin in his palm. She was a curious little minx, he'd give her credit for that. And if Evelyn wanted to play the part of a friendly conversation then he could play along. Although their definitions of friendly had different meanings.

“You might want to tell your future wife to be more patient and ease off the poisonous tactics in Mount Olympus.” Evelyn motioned over her shoulder motioning toward someone.

Keeping with the charade, Sylas raised his hand to brush back a strand of ruby hair behind Evelyn's ear, leaning in a bit closer to her. He used the shift in movement to get a glance at the girl she motioned towards without blatantly staring. After all, it was rude to stare. He had a good idea who the girl was, although he hadn't personally met her yet. Was she already causing so much trouble to warrant being called his future wife? Interesting. "I didn't realize I had a suitor so soon. And when did I request your services, match maker?" He smirked toward his current company.

“I know you're not an angel yourself nor run a 'being evil 101' course. It's just an idea.”

"Damn, I must have forgotten my 'Evil Orientation guide' name tag in my cabin. I do apologize," he mused. His calm demeanor nor smirk unwavering.

“Let's say she dies, where does your source of entertainment go? And say she gets sent back to camp, she'll probably do some serious snooping, including on you. She could potentially poison the water or food and even you have to eat.”

Well Sylas was impressed. Evelyn has some tenacity coming to him, of all people, to try and tame this new nuisance. "I'm almost flattered by your concern about my well-being... Almost." She played a good game, talked a good talk too. Part of him could even admit he finds it attractive, such a worthy opponent. "You underestimate me, my dear." He lowered his voice to barely above a whisper, holding her gaze intently. "To think that one daughter of Hera would make me fret?"

“Besides,” Evelyn said as she leaned closer to him. Sylas couldn't but quirk his brow, running the tip of his thumb along his bottom lip as she spoke in his ear. “I don't think a son of Eris needs help to create chaos.”

Before Evelyn could withdraw, Sylas somehow managed to close the distance more. His fingertips brushed her hair from the nape of her neck, gently cupping its curve with his hand. His breath could be felt on her ear as he whispered. "You play a good game. I am impressed." His fingertips brushed the soft skin on the back of her neck as he continued. "But if you think sweet words and reverse psychology will get me to tame the trouble makers... I shall have to disappoint you. I am no one's puppet." Sylas slowly withdraws from Evelyn, hold her gaze as he returned to his casual position.

Sylas sat there calmly as Evelyn took his hand as she stood, as if she needed the balance. She didn't, but he appreciated the act. It was exceptional. Before she released his hand, Sylas brought it to his lips, giving it a kiss like any good gentleman would. “Thank you for your time. I'll see you at the trial.”

"Oh, you will," he concluded with a nod, watching her as she went to leave. Sylas couldn't help but watch a little longer than he should when she was stopped by Ajax. No doubt the prodigal brother was needing aid in a way to fix the trial. How upsetting. Couldn't people let the judicial system do what they do best... After all the camp would, no doubt, be better and safer without a temperamental murderer running around.

Sylas took the opportunity to slip out of the main hall while everyone else was already making their way to their cabins, the beach, or preoccupied with who knows what. As he made his way to his cabin, he couldn't help but think back on the conversation he had with Evelyn. But what really made him curious is how she thought she could manipulate him into doing her bidding. Did he care about taming the Hera children? No. But since the daughter was causing so much trouble... He couldn't help but feed that curiosity by talking to her at some point. What harm could it do?

It didn't take him long to slip into his cabin and change. Since Zeus said nothing of the sort about dressing formally, Sylas decided to dress well but nothing with a tie or over the top. He highly doubted he'd even be part of the trial beyond potentially raising his hand to give his vote. He ran a hand back through his hair, checking his appearance once more in the mirror before heading off to the beach.

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Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer
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There she was, standing at the entryway with the door cracked ajar and her dark eyes peering in, watching him stare up at her in the midst of his red-eyed confusion. There is something endearing about him in this state, even if he thought he looked like shit. It is quiet, even as he inquired into her return, "Liv? When did you get back?". It didn't seem, at first, that she picked up on his voice because the normally amiable man's demeanor had gone from jovial to chaos, and it's disheartening. When her gaze flees from him to survey the condition of the interior, a noticeable wince crinkled her pallid features. Yet, she smiles at him, albeit the expression stretching weak and thin across her lips in a display of sympathy without the nagging needless words to follow, "Just earlier this afternoon, actually," she answers finally.

Just as she thought she'd get a foot in through the door after pushing it open a little more, three others approach them. Ethan's voice causes her to jump in a small startle, "Hi there, sorry if we scared you. I am Ethan, this is Heath and his adopted sister, Iliana. Iliana here decided to check out this cabin it seems. Uh, Lia, did you want to tell us why?". Turning swiftly, her eyes flit from Ethan to Iliana to Heath before she can feel Wes creeping up behind her.

At that moment, she takes a couple of steps back since he had completely opened the door. The act of him being so close to her was pure torture, and it wasn't his fault. It couldn't be helped that all the gals were head over heels for the man. He exudes a strong sense of attraction that is hard to deny, but it only takes the angry voice of a certain Ares daughter to crash through her skull as a firm reminder that-- yes, she could be friend with Wes without jumping on him. It was better for her health that way, honestly. Still, his presence looming over her causes her to freeze slightly, and it's likely noticeable to others. It's not until he shuts the door on the three that she feels the fear drop from the pit of her stomach to her feet. They felt like boulders tied to heavy chains as she drags herself slowly to the kitchen area.

Did he just shut her in his cabin with three other people as witness to it?

"If you're thirsty, help yourself, he'd inform her, and she waves a hand through the air to decline while seating herself. Was it hot in here, too? She brought her fingers up to the sides of her face, and in all of its pallor, it's flushed. He must like it at a certain temperature! That is certainly it. She gives her head a shake or two, clearing her throat and trying to picture Trinity choking her to death or something. Yes, yes-- that was it. His room is finally reaching a steady degree that is bearable and no longer making her as red as the poor guy's eyes.

"I'm assuming were in the main hall earlier?"

"Yes, and you probably don't want to talk about it, so I won't make you. I was just on my way to my own cabin when I heard the raucous. I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to get hurt, and also to drag you to the beach regardless of whether you want to or not." That's when his next words come, "We should probably go. Do you need to stop by your cabin?"

"I do need to go to my cabin, actually. I already have a dress laying out, so it will be quick," she replies, sliding off of the chair and venturing on out of his living space with him in tow, but at a safe platonic distance. They'd endure a short but quiet walk, which is always nice. Liv may not have much to offer him in the way of advice or kind words, but she could walk with him and let him know in a quiet sort of way that she is right here if he needs it. They weren't best friend, or even good friends-- it didn't matter to her.

For his good, and her own, she'd make him wait outside of her cabin. Fifteen minutes tick by before she emerges from behind the door, trying to pull it close with the toe of a black pump while adjusting the blue collar of an impossibly cute dress. She thought it was casual enough! The bright attire seemed to ignite those lackluster waves of brown into a spirited auburn hue, and when she'd done fiddling around with her collar, she looks up at him with eyes that had a flicker of green now. Maybe her attire does judge the mood of her eyes and hair after all! It could also be that she's excited to be headed to the beach. Naturally.

She doesn't wait for him to look at her, or notice even if he does. She's well on her way toward the beach; breathing in the crisp saline breeze as they draw closer. This becomes another trip paced casually and quietly, her hands with fingers interlaced at the lap of her patterned dress and a respectable distance just in case his love interest was down there waiting.

When she does speak, it is really out of place because no one around her spoke to her about anything in the realm of her next sentence, "Oh, I am glad to be back!" There's a smile on her features, and she looks at peace when her heels first sink into hot sand-- brighter, more confident. Something scuttles out of the sand; a small crab. The question would not be to whom, but to what did she speak to. When she realizes that she probably looks crazy, she kicks sand at the hard-shelled creature as if to hide it and pretend it wasn't there.

Talking to herself is less crazy than to a crab. Right? Right. Crisis averted, she thinks to herself.

... Probably not. Wes is upset, not stupid.

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Eve Drakos Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer
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Eve frowned at Wes’ angry back marching off on her, after Trinity. She swiped at the fake tear pooling under her left eye. So much for the big teddy bear people seemed to think he was, he’d totally just brushed her off. She still followed after him though, pausing in the doorway of the main hall away from their sight and focus, though his screaming voice was loud enough to reach where she stood. And she couldn’t help a satisfied smile stretching across her face. The Barbie and Ken of camp had been shockingly easy to break up. She stayed where she was watching the hunky blonde, swoop in for the cleaning up duty. Trinity was sure building up herself a harem, and this second boy was just painting a big red target on his back.

Eventually they all drifted away and out of earshot, the rest of the main hall following suit. So she slipped into the shadows, teleporting through them to the beach. Or at least to the shadowed tree line just next to the beach. She hadn’t bothered to change, didn’t want mother dearest thinking she’d made an effort.

She saw Wes approaching the beach first, and with a brunette by his side. Geez, he was a brave man. She made a deliberate act and walking over to him, "Sorry, you're shirt tag is hanging out, and I just hate that." She kept he tone friendly, without a hint of flirt, but it might not look that way to a certain jealous blonde. And with a smile she reached up and played with his collar pretending to tuck in a non existent tag. Though she used to physical contact with his neck to influence his thoughts. That brunette next to you is gorgeous.

Leaving Wes before Trinity beat her brain in, her eyes landed on Mason, dressed the part of grieving brother. She had to admit that he looked good in a suit, and her instincts to play with him kicked in. Plus, maybe now was her time to finally meet the Andromeda Bolton. She pranced over to the pair catching the tail end of the conversation, and getting herself a glimpse into Andy’s clutch.

Eve let out a low whistle as she broke into the conversation, inserting herself in between the two. “Wow, you really are a girl of many talents.” She said, with an open and friendly grin. Hooking her arm around Andy’s playing the friendly part. “And you’re just as beautiful as I thought you’d be!” Her voice was bubbly and full of enthusiasm.

Eve shook her head as if just realising her mistake. “Sorry, sorry. I'm Evangeline. Mason has just told me soooo much about you, that I feel like we’re already friends.” She giggled and cocked her head toward the son of Hades, her eyes twinkling with delight, and her sweat grin slipping slightly into a smirk for a moment. No doubt, reminding him about what he had told her about Andy. “Right babe?” She winked at him, and reached a hand out to lay across his chest. Funnelling her magic through the touch, attempting to influence his thoughts wink back at me. With the fabric of his jacket in the way, the words unspoken, and his own strong will, he’d probably be able to resist her magic’s pull. But he’d still want to, even for a moment. And he’d know it was her who put the thought there, she liked him knowing she was there, in his head.

Eve looked back and Andy and leaned into her, dropping her voice in a false whisper. False in that is was clearly loud enough to be heard by every around. “And doesn’t he just look hot in the suit? You agree don’t you? Say it.” Eve with her arm still locked around Andy’s, used her words and physical contact to invade Andy’s thoughts, pushing in new ones. You agree, Mason’s hot. Say it.





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Pete didn’t get very far, a few steps or so, before a sharp and sudden downpour saw him soaked from the top of his head to the bottom of his boots. He groaned, he probably smelt like wet dog now, and he’d previously had no intention of changing. Not even god’s deserved an outfit change in his mind. But instead he had to change his path from towards to beach to his cabin.

He was dragging his feet, which is probably why someone ran straight into the back of him. Not a big person, small enough that he barely noticed the force. He spun around, pushing back the black hair that hung over his eyes, dripping water down his face. It seemed the rain passed as quickly as it arrived. "I beg your pardon," her voice was soft, making her small frame.

He raised a lazy shoulder, nothing she needed to apologise for. He’d barely even felt the impact. He’d seen her before the hall, though only because she’d been sitting with that guy from the stables. They had been sitting together and seemed kind of cosy, he noticed. Pete always noticed more than his vacant eyes gave him credit for. And Pete had instinctively scanned the crowd for him, noting that he was trouble. He hitched his backpack up his shoulder ready to head on his way, when her voice reached his ears again. "I uh, don't think we've met. I'm Sloane Astor."

“Pete.” She extended her hand with a smile, or at least his version of a smile, small and barely there. He took her hand, though his shake was brusque and he dropped her hand quickly, he did return the barely there smile as best he could. Now knowing her name, he gave her a second look over, taking in her nice dress now drenched. “You’ve ruined your dress.” It wasn’t a sympathetic platitude, just a comment, she didn’t seem to mind. His own sister would be pitching a fit.

“Later then,” He said turning to continue in the direction of his cabin and leaving her to do the same. But after only a few steps he turned back, his curiosity getting the better of him, he fell into step beside her as she was no doubt heading to her own cabin.

He didn’t want to be caught off guard down the track and he preferred the direct route. “That guy from in there,” He pointed towards the main hall. His voice was direct and to the point, but he didn’t speak meanly, he had no problem with her. “Is he a friend of yours? What’s his deal? Tell me.” He poured his magic into his words, tell me, influencing her to talk to him.

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She continued her little stroll but found Theo had stopped altogether, pulling her to a halt as well.

"It really all depends on the situation. I mean I've done the whole meaningless hook ups thing, and it isn't worth all that much. There's not an ex I even care to see ever again... a model might be a different story," Trinity quirked up a brow. "Ya know, I'd let you come over before my favorite model. No way I'd risk pissing you off for a cheap hook up." That made one smart man in camp. And she thought it was a good thing, a compliment?

“Good boy,” she heard herself say before she could stop it. “That doesn’t really answer my question though,” she said then cleared her throat to rephrase. No one would play her game properly. “Okay, fine, a siren or succubus takes form of whoever you most desire. Your team needs you but you're approached alone by the seductress. How do you think you'd go? I know in the battlefield you kick ass and I know you...like the ladies so how does the big bad wolf respond to temptation?” Trinity supposed it all really did depend on the exact situation. However, Trinity wanted Theo to throw himself in the little dilemma. What if they were on a team and some shapeshifter or charm was Theo's kryptonite.

She gasped as an idea sprang to mind. “Would you be able to smell them? Cause I know - I think I read somewhere we all have pheromones and you're also attracted to the person's pheromones subconsciously? So you might be able to pick up on the different scent, right?” She always got avid talking attacks and counter-attacks. It was a good direction to put her energy and anger.

Arriving on the beach.... Trinity was at a loss. Completely dumbstruck. That blonde played with Wes's collar in the company of Liv. "I have no idea what you're talking about" my ass. God, he was lucky she didn't march over there and deck him and his new toy. Then she hooked her arm around Andy like they were BFFL's - um no, Trinity and Andy were. To top it off, some guy was wrestling with her dad. What the fuck is going on with the world!? Was she in a coma or something and everything changed?

She shifted in front of Theo with her back to him and put the back of her hand on his chest so he didn't trample her. Theo was the only non-tainted one so far but she had the worse feeling he was next. Him, Eve wasn't having. Oh yeah, Trinity caught her name in her little exchange with Pete but she was such a pest! Trinity watched her like a predator watching prey and waited and ached for the next excuse to lunge on her. Trinity's hand on Theo's chest had turned into a tight fist clutching his shirt. If she came over here, Theo better have been lightning fast to contain Trinity. “Theo, can you try make sure I don't do something stupid,” she said quietly. She looked over her shoulder to check his reaction then released his top, which she had unfairly projected her frustration on.

An impatient whiny drew her attention to the horses behind Ares, likely being their transport. “I’d rather ride you than a horse,” Trinity grumbled to Theo, only seconds later realising how it might have sounded. “No, not like the I'm on top, you're on bottom way or moving against you, but the wolf - I want to ride the wolf.” SHUT UP, shut up! Trinity sighed deeply, rubbing her head. She laughed weakly. “Sorry.”

When she could look him in the eyes again she smiled slightly. “You do owe me a wolf transformation though.”

The smile faded as quickly as it came. She did have one more pressing thing to bring up and it was very much handing power to Theo, thus made her uneasy. “Can I...could I...maybe crash at your cabin tonight?” Trinity pulled a face. She was always one to face her problems, not run or hide or ignore them and it made her appear weak. She hated that, furrowing her brows looking down at the sand. Trinity only wanted a night's escape to chill. In the event of Theo's rejection though, she could just bar her door, crank some music up she supposed.

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Image "I know, and I'm sorry. You're right. I'll go and get it now and give it to him. After everything he's been through, he deserves something good to come out of all this mess that I've caused." Duke smiled warmly. No doubt it would benefit Wesley but it would benefit her conscience too.

"That's if I even make it out of there," she said in regards to her being the life of the party again. Duke felt for Alex but he didn't care for that sort of mentality especially when she was already rolling over and showing her belly opposed to trying. She'd let everyone else fight for her cause but not herself and it wasn't fair.

"Alex," he said before she exited the hall. "Try." Otherwise she wasn't worth fighting for.

Duke headed out to the beach giving Zeus and Iliana a nod in acknowledgement as he passed. Arriving at the beach, a problem became evident. There were more demigods than horses available. Did that mean some were going via a portal? Hopefully. "So I can't help but notice there's around 20 demigods going and 12 horses." He didn't want to make it sound like an issue in case there was a quick solution like having some demigods travelling with the gods, or more horses arriving but he did state it aloud for the Gods present to address.

No new horses flew in which meant most of them were stuck finding a pair. Duke headed straight to a horse and mounted it. He didn't know if Alex would want to ride with him or Ajax or take Pegasus instead. He didn't see himself refusing any company, as long as they were light otherwise they might have crushed the majestic creature. Duke couldn't say he was a frequent rider or flyer but he was a mighty fast learner so either way he was quite secure.

Once they were all settled in, the herd took off and accelerated into the sky. At least the creatures knew where to go automatically so it saved Duke from having to steer or struggle for control. Still, he did have some control issues; it was like being on a rollercoaster, the speed, the direction, it was out of control and it was hard for him to surrender it, even to such Godly creatures.

The structure of Olympus killed the wind as the herd lowered onto the grounds of Olympus with a chorus of clapping hooves. When stationary, Duke jumped off and checked everyone had made it in one piece. Actually he had a rather bizarre sensation, from being airborne and travelling faster than he probably even knew to having his feet on the ground again. It made him a bit lightheaded.



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Image Keith put in some earphones to avoid being confronted. He walked back and forth with his head down which always risked a safety hazard but he didn't have the energy or mood to lock eyes with anyone. He kicked some sand up and continued his mindless dawdling. He did a half-hearted cha-cha step to the music then resumed his casual walk up and down. In doing that, he bumped into a girl - nothing hard or disastrous but he had walked into her who was likely minding her own innocent business. Immediately, he plucked out his earphones and reached out to the brunette's arm apologetically, while his other arm automatically protected his stomach. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's like I can't even see in these things sometimes." He pulled his glasses off and gave them a quick wipe with his sleeve before replacing them on the bridge of his nose.

He expected to look at her and identify her as someone malicious or nice from last year but there was no bell. Maybe she was another new demigod that fitted in better than he could in his years of attending camp. "Are you going to the trial too?" Keith mentally facepalmed. Why else be on the beach with a pack of demigods gathering to go to Olympus? If he could ask a stupider question, that'd be impressive.

"Umm...coffee?" He conjured one without thinking too hard and offered it to the girl. He frowned at the hot content in the plastic cup that began to heat his hand. "It probably would have been smarter if I got the jacket with it," he confessed in a whisper. "And your order first." He hissed as the burning sensation finally won and he dropped the cup, shaking out his hand. "I've never been much of a barista, there's got to be like 1000 different forms and flavor of coffee."

The more he opened his mouth to this girl, the more foolish he felt so he looked for another subject change. Maybe he should introduce her to others to take some social pressure off him. He spotted the red hair and slim figure of no one other than "Evelyn," he mumbled. "Evelyn!" he said her name twice, one as an idea, one officially calling her. As he approached, he saw her figure was not a joke in that outfit and he let his eyes stray head to toe. She was like one of those Robert Palmer girls in his music clips. Keith snapped out of it and smiled. "Evelyn, this is..." somebody's who's name he didn't catch or bother to ask for. Keith looked at the brunette guiltily. "Somebody I have the urge to call Summer so I'm glad I didn't." Keith wasn't the kind to make names for people as he found it was kind of rude but she did radiate brightness and just look at how she dressed. Very Summer-y. Keith meant it with absolutely no disrespect besides it was a pretty name. He smiled at her.

"I'm Keith." He grinned. Can a meteor come now?

Rather than the meteor, there was the shameless admittance that there weren’t enough horses for them all to ride separately. Well that was awkward but strangely comforting as he didn't trust himself to stay balanced on a horse that shot into the sky.

He had asked too much of Evelyn already and he didn't want to become reliant on her so nervously he turned to the other girl. "Do you mind if we...?" he threw a finger back and forth between them. "We can yell our favorite hot beverages to each other." Given the transport method it was the only acceptable time to yell...it was going to be a windy and insane ride. But rejection was something he was as equally willing to accept, actually he was expecting it.



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Image Mason smiled seeing Andy in a cute little dress. "Well it is official, Mr. Hughson. You clean up far better than myself." Apparently Andy had similar thoughts to him, then helped adjust his tie making him smirk.

"Thank you," was all he replied with a smile.

"Oh, by the way," Andy moved beside him and showed the contents in her little bag. "Just in case."

Mason's eyes widened. "What the hell, And- " before he could finish, Evangeline had wormed her way between them.

Mason rolled his eyes and stepped away so as not to be against Evangeline. He was a man that liked his space even if it was a pretty blonde brushing up against him. A pretty blonde that could make people think, say and do crazy shit. “Wow, you really are a girl of many talents.” Mason reached for Andy's waist to pull her to him, but Evangeline had got her arm around Andy's first. Crap. “And you’re just as beautiful as I thought you’d be!”

"We're talking here," Mason told Evangeline. But of course she knew that and it didn't deter her, meanwhile Andy would probably think he was being his anti-social rude self. Especially to someone who just wanted to be friendly and conveyed such bubbly energetic vibes.

“Sorry, sorry. I'm Evangeline. Mason has just told me soooo much about you, that I feel like we’re already friends,” she carried on without missing a beat and Mason showed his displeasure. For a girl, that was a dick move. It was all coming back to bite him sooner than he expected and it showed in her smile. “Right babe?” Evangeline winked and placed a hand on his chest. Babe? And why did he get an urge to throw her a wink back.

Mason shifted out of reach slightly and crossed his arms over his chest, looking off. "Sure, princess." It was true he had spoken about Andy and her relationship, so he felt no need to deny that. And even if Evangeline wanted to let a few of his quotes slip, Andy knew how Mason felt about her and Ajax so it wasn't like it was new information, just unpleasant. But he definitely didn't want Andy to get the impression he had overshared about her.

He kept shifting his weight from foot to foot until he let his gaze get lost in the blue sea. Mason wanted to escape the situation, it was making him uncomfortable but he couldn't leave Andy with her. “And doesn’t he just look hot in the suit? You agree don’t you? Say it.” Mason whipped his head back to Evangeline and Andy. A slither of him wanted to know if Andy would actually say it, the other, protect her from those ugly situations.

Quickly pulling himself together, Mason shook his head. "Andy, you don't have to," he said softly. More suggesting her not to, particularly if it was the false influence of the daughter of Hera. He turned his blue eyes onto the blonde next. "I appreciate you thinking I'm hot but you don't have to get all the girls to confess it," he tried to downplay the situation. "Don't want you getting too jealous now." Since they were a couple or something of the sort.

Mason tried to smirk and pry the girls apart carefully. Better him than have Evangeline hang off Andy any longer. Somebody mentioned a new problem and that was the shortage of horses. Mason counted a few short himself. "So do you mind if I hitch a ride with Andy or would you rather go with me?" He glanced to the daughter of Hecate. "If that's alright with you?" Maybe she didn't even want to go with him and would rather go with Ajax or alone. One thing he couldn't do was let the girls ride together though.

Everything about the situation made him uncomfortable. He would rather jump on a horse alone, but it was the lesser evil to have one of the girls with him.

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Image “I understand your love and loyalty for your sister, but how does she know it was cursed and the source? The beauty of curses is that the object is personified to punish and torment, and the origin, a ghost. If you want my help, I need the truth. Is there a chance, a minute chance, that Alex would do any of it of her own accord?”

She sounded like she was placing the blame on Alex, and accusing him of being a liar. He didn't look at all impressed. Though to be fair, Evelyn didn't know them well enough. Still, it was wrong to think that what Alex did, was how she was naturally. "No. I know her, and this isn't like her at all. She was kind, playful, caring. She said she suffered memory loss and everything that happened that night with our mother, and with Jennova, came back in small fragments of flashbacks."

"If you're so sure this is cursed by who you say, use it as evidence."

"I intend to." He took the item back and stuffed it into his pocket.

“The Gods should be able to identify one of their own, I can only confirm it is cursed.”

"And is it cursed?" he wanted to ask, but she had nodded and left the hall. He could have gone after her, but that would just be wasting time. She was right, though, the Gods would be his better option with this.

At least he had something... that was better than nothing.

Ajax left the hall, ignoring his father with Iliana as he headed back to his cabin to get ready. It didn't take him long to pick out an outfit that he deemed worthy for the day. Casual, but smart still. Without wasting any more time, he made sure he got the so-called cursed item from his other jacket pocket and placed it into the one he now had on, and quickly made his way down to the beach. There were so many there already, and by the looks of things, they were going to be making their way by horse.

Seeing as there weren't that many for all the campers, Ajax chose to fly beside them with Ares and Athena until they reached the great kingdom in the sky. It was much bigger than he had imagined.

Image Perfectly sculptured statues representing each God lined up alongside each other as they headed down the golden path between them. Their eyes seemed to follow the Son of Zeus, making them seem much more life-like. Of course, it was just trickery of the mind.


The path leads them to the large acropolis hall with the arena beneath their feet.

At the front of the hall were empty seats where the gods would normally sit, and a golden throne reserved for his father only. Magic oozed from it in the form of small golden specks that floated slowly away from the throne, before vanishing like a fires ember.


They were to wait until the gods could join them, to give them directions to where they were needed.

Image As the others stood in that very hall, Ajax wandered over to the balcony that over-looked the arena beneath them. Placing his hands down on the stone wall before him, he looked down. There was a strange pool of water in the center of that room, which glowed an ominous cyan color. If he wasn't mistaken, he could have sworn that whispers were coming from inside of that thing.

He frowned as he stared at it for a few seconds, then turned his attention to the large wall fountain that gathered into a large marble shaped bowl. Imagine this in marble

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Image About to head to the beach, he stopped in his track. A girl had approached him. "Hello, Iliana." he said, knowing straight away who she was and whos daughter she was. She did not reply to him, but Instead, he patiently watched her writing away in a little notepad which he couldn't help but smile about. Adorable little thing, he thought.


She then turned her pad to him, and he took it from her gently to read it.

"Lord Zeus, I am sorry, but I don't if it's a good idea for me to attend the trial. My emotions have been all over the place and if things get intense during the trial, I don't think I'll be able to control my powers. It was me that caused the intense rain not too long ago and I am scared I'll cause a tempest to appear. Does momma have to attend the trial? I was wondering if it was okay to stay in her area and just wait for the trial to end. I am sorry for my cowardly behavior, I just couldn't stand it if I hurt anyone because of my weaknesses."

"Don't worry," he began to tell her. "There is no chance of your powers getting out of control since there are Gods who can influence your moods to keep you calm, and happy. But, if it is your absolute wish to remain here? then I will not stop you. I will also grant full access to spending time with your mother." Demeter wasn't really needed, so it was a good chance for her to spend it with her daughter. "Remember, though... Gods cannot remain in the mundane world for too long, so after today, she will need to return back to Mount Olympus. Do you understand?"




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Daughter of Zeus || Hex: #d63b71 Outfit: XXX


Image "Alex," she paused in the doorway, turning back around to face him. "Try." he told her before he exited the hall.

"Yep," she nodded as she remained stood there for a few seconds whilst staring across the empty room before she left it.

Once outside, her boots sunk into the wet earth, causing Alex to look down at the muddy earth. She hadn't caused the weather to change, so she wasn't sure who else did, or could.

It looked like Ajax had already been and gone since he had left his previous clothes hanging over the washing hamper that sat in the laundry room. She didn't blame him if he was avoiding her, but then again, why would he? maybe her little act of lost control had frightened him since he had never seen her in that way, and Alex had never been in such a state. Truth be told... she also scared herself.

Duke's words had buried themselves deeply. What was the point of anyone fighting for her if she was willing to lay down before all of them, and allow the fate that seemed to be inevitable? - Before all of this, she was strong-minded, the soul of the party, a wild child that others had a hard time controlling when it came to her feisty, bouncy, outgoing nature.

Whoever wanted her dead, other than Mason... they were about to win if Alex didn't mentally slap herself.

"I'm not going down without a fight." she told herself, then quickly got dressed into something casual, and grabbed a black bag that she managed to place Wes's mechanical arm into. It was a perfect size, and luckily, she was around people who wouldn't find it odd or strange to carry a limb inside of their handbag.

She knew she wouldn't be able to grab him before mount Olympus, but she'd have a good moment to get his attention once they had arrived there. Hopefully.

Alex finally made her way down to the beach. Everyone was pairing up on the horses they had waiting patiently, and when she noticed her opportunity to get close to Duke who sat on one of them alone, she couldn't help but smirk. "I hope you don't mind me sharing with you." she climbed up and sat right behind him, lacing her arms around his muscular waist with a second smile of the day.

Once everyone had settled with their paring, and with her brother choosing to fly with Ares and Athena, Alex admired the views as the beautiful beast beat it's large wings as it followed the others high above the clouds.

It was absolutely beautiful. If she had been herself, this would have been the perfect moment to unhook her arms from around Duke. She would have held her arms out to the sides with her head tilted back, shouting out to the heavens, expressing how amazing it made her feel.

Freedom, that is what she longed for as the mild air-swept back her long dark locks.

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ImageIt wasn't too long of a journey from Athens, and after the horse's hooves touched the ground, Alex hopped down and glanced around at the others. Her brother wandered off to the other side of the room, looking down beneath the Acropolis. She stood with him and slipped her hand gently into his, causing her big brother to swallow. He was doing his best to not allow himself to break down again as she squeezed her hand to comfort her. "It'll be okay." he whispered without looking at her.

"I know." she whispered back with nothing other than a lie. She turned her head away from him and closed her eyes for a second. She didn't know, and neither did he, or the others.

She let go of his hand before she headed back to the group, leaving her brother in peace with his own thoughts for now.





Image Just as she was about to rejoin Duke, something from the corner of her eye had caught her attention. Black smoke lingered in the dark corner of the hall as it called out to her quietly for only her to hear.

She followed it until it began to twist and form another shape. With her eyes latched onto it, it soon became clear who had coaxed her away from the others. His boney fingers cupped her chin, tilting her face up to him. The air in the room had turned cold as Death himself lingered closely in front of her as he leaned in, his dead eyes latching almost onto what soul she had left.

She narrowed her eyes at his words. "How easy and satisfying it would be to kill you. How easy it would be to suck what little life you have left within you." he smirked.

"Then why don't you do it? something stopping you?" she asked "That's right," she added as soon as she saw his smirk fade away as he drew back from her. "Because you know, that if you kill me now the gods will finally have the proof they need to get rid of you for good. Threaten me all you want to. Your words have no purpose here. A god that harms those weaker than him, A god that uses his own children to do his dirty work for him, is nothing more than a coward." she spat.

"We shall see." and with that, Hades left in the same way he came.

She could breathe again, and quickly wiped away the tears from her eyes as she rejoined the group.

Cayden was at least enjoying himself as he stood by the horse he had taken by himself. He was stroking it while calling it he, when in fact, it was a she. "Good, boy." he offended the beast. "Thank you for not throwing me--ahhh!!!" Alex quickly turned her attention to where Cayden was. The beast had kicked him with its hind legs, sending the son of Ares into one of the stone pillars. "What the hell?" he stood up, dusting himself off. It didn't hurt much, but the beast still packed a good kick.

Alex shook her head and looked to Wes as she held the bag over her shoulder. "Wes..." she called out to him. "Can I... have a word with you for a moment, please?"



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Wes followed after Liv. His pace was slow and she quickly got a fair distance ahead of him, but in the end it meant he didn't have to wait as long for her to finish getting ready in her cabin. Not that he minded. For the first time, Wes wasn't overly excited to join the rest of the campers. Even though Olympus would be a glorious sight, at the current moment, he didn't care.

When Liv exited her cabin, Wes nodded his head giving her his best smile. "You look nice," was all he said. There was no point acting like a scolded puppy. He started following after her, trying his best to put his own troubled thoughts to the back of his mind. It wasn't working, but he still tried to repress them as much as possible. He arrived at the beach with Liv and he could already feel Trinity's gaze drilling holes into the back of his head. Instead of humoring it, or addressing it, he just stood there with his back to her, fighting every urge to look over his shoulder.

"Oh, I am glad to be back!" Wes looked over at Liv, curiously. It didn't seem like she was talking to him. He briefly saw her kick the sand, covering something up quickly.

"I don't think anyone would judge you for talking to animals... Isn't that what Poseidon kids do? Talk to sea creatures or whatever?" He quirked a brow toward her. "I talk to animals all the time... But they don't know what I'm saying." He actually managed a weak chuckle. Wes probably did look like an idiot talking to animals like they actually understood him.

Wes felt the presence of someone behind him, just before he felt their hand on his collar. "Sorry, you're shirt tag is hanging out, and I just hate that." He instantly tensed, glancing over his shoulder slightly toward the culprit, seeing the blonde from earlier. Something in his gut knotted in her presence, like a sign that something was wrong, although he couldn't put his finger on it. While her fingers brushed his neck, something like cold tingles crawled its way up his spin from her touch. Then, it halted at the base of his skull, almost like maybe his own control over emotions acted as a firewall. He could feel what she wanted him to do, like a suggestion in the back of his mind.. That brunette next to you is gorgeous.

He quickly pivoted on his heels, reaching out to take a hold of the girl's wrist. Wes looked down at her with furrowed brows and a skeptical expression. They stood there in silence for a long moment as he studied the blonde. "I don't know what kind of game you're trying to play, but leave me and Trinity out of it." He spoke sternly with more authority in his voice than he was used to. Wes released her wrist and let her walk away. Then raised his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it to try to get the tingling sensation to leave.

"Damn it," Wes cursed under his breath at the revelation of few horses and the fact that they'd all have to double up. Who in the hell could he even ride with? Alex was already joining Duke. Andy might have been an option, probably the only female Trinity wouldn't have chewed his head off for riding with. Instead of causing problems, Wes simply walked over to the nearest unaccompanied Pegasus. "How am I supposed to do this?" He said more to himself. It took him some amount of effort to wrangle himself onto its back. It involved a little jump so his body was draped over it. Then using the horse's mane to steady himself, he slowly spun around and sat up. Smooth.

He patiently waited until someone wished to join him. At this point, the best he could do is just focus on himself and deal with whatever came his way. Wes didn't know who would actually want to ride with him, a one armed man isn't much support on a flying animal. But he had faith the Gods wouldn't let him fall to his death, hopefully.

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Wes slipped off the Pegasus about as poised as he manage to climb on top of it. He gave the animal a good couple pets, wishing he could conjure up an apple or something, but he had no such powers. He followed the group toward the Acropolis, not really paying much attention to the splendor around them, barely even focusing on where he walked.

Luckily he paid enough attention to see Alex step before him to get his attention. "Wes..." He raised his head, coming out of his daze to look toward her. Wes could already feel the worry that weighed on his face, making him look tired with dark circles under his eyes. "Can I... have a word with you for a moment, please?"

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Sylas waited on the beach patiently, letting his hands slip into his pockets as he leaned against a near by tree. He was content to wait for his sister to show up. After all, they hadn't finished their conversation from earlier. But he quickly became distracted by the events that began to unfold. He couldn't help but be curious about this Evangeline that Evelyn wished for him to tame. No doubt a woman after his own heart, and just watching her work from a bystanders point of view was an interesting site. He observed as she moved from Wes to Andy with a breeze, changing acts like someone would change clothes. Fascinating.

At the discovery of insufficient horses to escort them all to Olympus, Sylas perked up. So many prospects before him. The easy option would be to wait for his sister. There was no way she could evade him then, when they were hundreds of feet up in the air. But that did not sate his interest. He took a deep breath and scanned the campers who had yet to climb up onto one of the winged beasts. He could swoop in and take Andy before Mason got the chance, but she'd rather break his arm then share a pegasus. Plus, there was no sense in making an enemy out of Hughson. Not yet anyway.

He could go with one of the more obvious choices, like this... Evangeline. Pick her mind, see if she tries to wrap him around her finger like she has been with everyone. There also was an unfamiliar brunette near the one armed sap on the other end of the beach. And, of course, the trio the never separates. He almost felt like none of them were worth the effort, not at the moment.

Sylas had nearly made his choice when he heard a voice call out, "Evelyn!" He didn't pay attention to the boy who called for her, instead focusing his attention on the redhead who was dressed to kill. He couldn't help but smirk to himself as he pushed off the tree and slowly made his way toward the group that surrounded the fiery headed phoenix.

"Do you mind if we...?" The boy, Keith was it, asked the brunette stranger, and something else ridiculous about caffeinated drinks. How rude to beckon Evelyn to their little gathering only to not offer her a ride. But, it was lucky enough for Sylas.

He slowly approached with a friendly smile and a nod to Keith, while his left hand gently rested upon Evelyn's back as to not surprise her of his presence. "I'll make sure Miss Masters arrives to the Golden City in one piece." Sylas didn't ask for permission, not from Evelyn and Keith's approval was not wanted nor required. He looked back to the redhead, motioning his free hand toward the collection of horses.

Sylas walked alongside his escort toward an unencumbered Pegasus. He hadn't thought about her wearing a pencil skirt being an issue until that moment, or maybe he subconsciously did. Either way, he was still a gentleman. "Here, let me," he offered, this time his expression showing he wouldn't aid her if she didn't want it. But considering there was no boarding station to assist, it'd be easier than her trying on her own. Sylas then gently scooped her up into his arms and placed her upon the back of the horse.

Once she was on, Sylas carefully mounted the Pegasus in front of her, being sure not to off balance her. He glanced over his shoulder toward Evelyn to make sure she was settled before their ride took off up into the sky. He could have spoken mid flight, continued their conversation from earlier. But silence was just as powerful as a conversation, especially with such an adept opponent. This also gave Sylas the ability to focus on remaining on the horse... Gods he hated this. He was thankful when the hoofs found their place on the solid ground of Olympus. He was thankful he wasn't a descendant of Zeus in that moment. He wanted to be nothing like the Valises, and his desire to not fly was just a cherry on the screw Zeus cake.

Sylas ran a hand back through his hair, trying to smooth back into some form of order before he slid off the horse's back. On his own two feet, he adjusted his shirt before turning to face Evelyn, offering her his hand. "Would you like my help down?" Getting down was far simpler than getting up in a tight skirt, he'd imagine. And if her pride refused herself to need the aid to get down, then he'd politely step aside. But if she needed the help, well he was there and willing.




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"What the hell, And- " She was, no doubt, about to get an earful from Mason when a whistle behind them cut him off. Andy quickly snapped the clutch shut, turning around to see whomever so rudely joined them.

“Wow, you really are a girl of many talents.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mason reach to take her waist but the blonde was faster, locking her arm with Andy's. “And you’re just as beautiful as I thought you’d be!”

Andy just, stood there frozen like a deer in headlights, her face slightly scrunched in confusion. "Uh...thanks?" What in the hell is going on? She had half of a mind to pull her arm free from the stranger's grasp, but she had never really be thrust into such a situation. People she didn't know never just came up to her and grabbed a hold of her arm... It was perplexing.

"We're talking here," Mason brought words to only some of things that ran through Andy's mind. She looked over at him briefly, long enough to make eye contact and quirk a confused brow before looking back to the blonde.

“Sorry, sorry. I'm Evangeline. Mason has just told me soooo much about you, that I feel like we’re already friends.” Andy's gaze snapped over to Mason once again, her brows furrowing slightly. She parted her lips to add a sarcastic quip, no doubt. But Eve spoke up first. “Right babe?”

Andy coughed, taken by surprise at the concluding comment. Her eyes were wide as she looked between them skeptically. She stood their silent, with a queasy feeling in her gut. She swallowed hard, watching as the siren winked at Mason and even placed her hand upon his chest. Andy had to fight ever urge to yank the tart away and knock her in the sand... Maybe throw her in the ocean. She could have improvised. But instead she remained silent and tried to keep her best game face on.

"Sure, princess," Mason replied as he took a step back so the blonde was out of reach and crossed his arms over his chest.

“And doesn’t he just look hot in the suit? You agree don’t you? Say it,” Eve whispered to her like stupid school girls blatantly flirting with some dumb jock, speaking loud enough for Mason could hear it.

Why did this sound like it was straight out of Mean Girls. Tell him he looks sexy with his hair pushed back. Andy had to fight the impulse to physically gag at all the school girl, passive aggressive bullshit. The worst part was she felt a strong urge to answer the question, like something in her head was screaming at her to say it, say he was hot and like it'd antagonize her until she did.

"Andy, you don't have to," Mason said softly to her. "I appreciate you thinking I'm hot but you don't have to get all the girls to confess it. Don't want you getting too jealous now."

Andy nearly snorted at his final comment. Gods this was torture. The thought continued to wiggle around inside her like a snake trying to break free. Andy just wanted to be like Of course, what's your point? But that wasn't enough. Whatever it was, wanted to pull it out of her. Usually she could keep her thoughts and words in check, but it seemed whatever flood gate she had was taken down and filled with the strong urge to share the truth.

"I don't like the word 'hot'. Only vain or shallow people use that to describe someone," Andy said with a sharpness in her voice as she side eyed Eve. Nope, that wasn't enough. She had to say it. "Yes. I've always found him very attractive." Then, like a snap the feeling was gone. Andy stood their, slightly wide eyed that she just admitted that, face flushed. Well, there was no sweeping that under the rug now.

Before Andy could rip her arm free, probably more aggressively than what would have been necessary, Mason pulled the two of them apart. Thank the Gods. But in that moment, she wasn't all that thrilled for him to be touching her either. "So do you mind if I hitch a ride with Andy or would you rather go with me?" Her jaw nearly dropped, ready to make the most annoyed and dumbfounded expression, but she kept herself composed as best she could. "If that's alright with you?"

"Who the hell are you asking?" Well that just slipped out. Andy quickly plastered on a fake smile as she took Mason's arm and stepped backwards toward the horses. "I'm sure Princess here is fine with sharing. Obviously, she's above being jealous if she wants every girl to admit how hot you are."

Andy had nothing else to say, she spun around and headed toward the horses with Mason in tow. Gods... was she jealous? Was this how Mason felt whenever he saw her with Ajax. The thought instantly made her feel horrible. She had zero right to be jealous, but she couldn't fight the thoughts that rattled in her head... Those and worse. Thank the Gods none of those slipped out. Andy should let him go back and ride with Eve. But her foot was in her mouth now and this was one moment where she refused to swallow her pride, not for that girl.

Andy groaned, kicking at the sand when they reached the horses. Worst day to wear a dress. Well, it looked like some of her pride had to be swallowed if she liked it or not. She reluctantly turn to Mason, looking at the ground and sighing before meeting his gaze. "Can you help me up... Please?" Once she was seat upon its back, she slid her shoes back on and waited for Mason to join her. She hesitantly slid her arms around his waist, using him as an anchor to keep her on the flying creature, with no choice but to sit side saddle.

While in flight, her mind raced through whatever the hell it was that just transpired. "Babe?" she whispered under her breath trying to come to some sort of conclusion. "Babe!?" This time Andy said it louder, the question directed at Mason. Gods she was confused.




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"Pete." Well he was about as talkative as Sloane was. She tried to remain as polite as possible as he made quick work of the hand shake. And his smile was more pathetic than her own. You'd think she'd be relieved to have run into someone who seemed similar to herself. But in reality it just made for awkward silence. “You’ve ruined your dress.”

Sloane's brows furrowed in confusion. Well, that was an interesting conversation starter... If it could be called that. She glanced down at her clothing then back up at him. "It's water... It will dry." Did men really know so little about clothes? Regardless if Pete did or did not, it seemed to be his poor exit clause into what could barely be considered a conversation.

“Later then.” He turned in his direction and Sloane in hers with an awkward head nod. She didn't look back or give the awkward encounter a second thought as she continued on her path toward her cabin to change. But, then all of a sudden as if out of no where his voice was beside her. “That guy from in there.”

Sloane stopped dead in her tracks for a brief moment, double taking, confusion evident on her face. Not only by his question but by the fact that he was all of a sudden at her side. His gesture directed her gaze at the main hall. Pete continued to walk in stride with her, following her to her cabin. Apparently he didn't care about the destination, but was more focused on getting his answers. “Is he a friend of yours? What’s his deal? Tell me.”

She could feel his magic, tickling along the surface of her skin like electricity. It felt a lot like when her brother tried to manipulate her, to no avail. For some reason it never seemed to work on each other, maybe it was because they both had the ability to persuade others... No different to this Pete. Sloane headed up the steps to her cabin, stopping when she reached the top. She glanced over her shoulder at him. "Please can get better results than demands or magic," Sloane said in a matter of fact way.

Without another word, she disappeared into her cabin to quickly change her clothes. It didn't take her long, only a couple minutes and when Sloane stepped back outside, Pete was still there. She sighed softly before descending the stairs and heading in the direction of the beach. Assuming he was still walking alongside her, Sloane glanced over at him briefly. "Sylas?... He's my brother," she finally answered the first part of his questioning. "And his... deal? I don't know what you mean."

Playing coy never worked well for Sloane, but she couldn't very well divulge that her brother was a sociopath who got his kicks by watching the world burn. Plus, if she said anything remotely negative about him to someone else it'd get back to her. It always did. And the last time that happened, Sylas nearly put her in the hospital. So, she searched for some kind of concrete answer that wouldn't be some insult or secret. Just before they stepped out of the tree line onto the beach, she looked back toward Pete. "Our mother is Eris... If that is sufficient enough of an answer."

Sloane slipped out of her heels, scooping them up in her right hand before she continued forward. As she approached, numerous Pegasus took into flight leaving one remaining on the beach. She nearly looked over her shoulder toward Pete, but he didn't seem like an idiot. So, she was certain he could connect the dots for himself. Luckily for Sloane, she grew up in a rich household with numerous horses. She was able to mount the horse with ease, even while wearing a skirt.

Once she sat upon it, she finally let herself look back toward Pete as she sat high above him, side saddle. "Front or back?" Sloane asked, offering him her hand.

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Image "Oh yeah... Sure," he answered while making his way over to her. His response didn't feel like his usual enthusiastic nature, so it wasn't hard to know that something was wrong, and her first guess was Trinity. It couldn't have possibly been about him worrying for his best friend, surely.

She greeted him with a smile, one that was the best she could do as her hand pulled her bag's strap a little further onto her right shoulder. "I would come back later, but... I'm not sure if this will be the last time I get to see you." she regretted the words that left her mouth, but it was true. She didn't know.

She looked into her bag, and carefully pulled out the perfect mechanical arm. "Duke made it for you. I'm just sorry that I took so long to get it to you. He had to remind me to bring it with everything that has been going on." she furrowed her brows apologetically, then looked at the arm to admire it. "It looks so lifelike. You won't be able to even tell you're missing a limb at all." she laughed as she made the mechanical-finger pick his nose. Not literally to pick it, but to tickle it.



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Mason looked at her... like he looked at Ajax. That gaze cut deep. Andy couldn't look at him anymore. But as she turned around to walk away she was met but another. The look on Ajax's face made her heart sink into the pit of her stomach. Her lips curled between her teeth as her head fell. "Maybe it would be easier if you were both honest for once." By the Gods, she was half surprised she hadn't gotten herself slapped in the past 5 minutes.

She lingered by the edge of the path, overlooking the long descent back to the earth below. Andy had her arms crossed over her chest, chewing on her bottom lip nearly drawing blood. In 24 hours she has all but dug a continuous hole for herself, making it harder and harder for her to ever climb out. Maybe she shouldn't. Maybe she deserved both of their anger... Of course she did. Andy was playing them both and herself all because she couldn't admit the truth or force herself to make a choice. And what was the cost? The respect and love of the two people closest to her.

Andy took a step closer to the ledge. It was a tempting idea but an easy way out. But she deserved to bask in her own suffering. She kicked a rock over the edge before she turned and began to head back toward the Acropolis. Andy made sure to give Mason and Eve a wide birth as she passed them. For only a brief moment, she picked up a small bit of their conversation. "...I like that she's jealous. She doesn't know the half of it yet though..." She wanted to stop, to listen more... To smack him again. But instead, she forced herself to look forward and act like she heard nothing, no matter how hard that was.

Halfway toward the rest of the campers, she was stopped in her tracks by a redheaded woman far more beautiful than the other campers. "Hello, you're Hecate's daughter, Andromeda correct?"

Andy nodded her head, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes and be presentable. "Yes... You can call me Andy." She tried to give her best smile, but fell short.

"I am Demeter and this is my daughter, Iliana." She should have known the woman before her was a Goddess, she must have been lost in her own mind. As much as she wanted to be more presentable, Andy couldn't bring herself to put on a happy face, not right now. "Are you going to be okay sweetie? I know you've had a tough time last year and Iliana made some wreaths because she wanted to cheer people up. She was hoping she could give one to you since it looks like you needed some comfort. Is that alright with you. Iliana can't speak at the moment, so she tries to find other ways to communicate."

"I'll... be fine. Thank you for your concern." Andy looked toward Iliana. She gave her best smile and nodded her head. "Sure, thank you." She leaned over slightly in front of the girl, lowering her head so she could put the wreath on her.

Once she had the gift on her head, Andy's attention was drawn to the tail end of a fight. She had no idea what happened but only saw as Trinity was taken away. Gods was there anywhere that she wasn't being a terrible friend? Andy turned back to the women in her present company, nodding her head politely to them. "I apologize, but it seems as though my friend my needs me. I appreciate your kindness and concern... I needed it." Andy didn't know what proper behavior was around a Goddess. She wasn't proper around her mother, for good reason, but Demeter was kind without reason to be. So, she gave them both a brief hug before hurrying after Trinity.

Andy saw where Ares went, and trailed behind him. Descending down to what she could only assume was the prison, she saw a brutish man waiting outside the entrance. Liam? Andy wasn't sure, it's not like they had crossed paths before, but who else could it be? She didn't stay to exchange pleasantries, instead hurrying inside, nearly running straight into the God's back. Thankfully it looked as though Ares had already unlocked the cell for her. All Andy wanted to do was make sure Trinity wasn't hurt, and be there for her. She had no idea what was going on, but she'd assume something with Wes, similarly to her own struggles. If anything, the both of them could use time with each other away from the camp's drama.

"I'm sorry to intrude," she said as she looked up at the God beside her. "I wanted to make sure she was ok... Probably would have broken her out too," she added with a weak laugh as she looked over at her friend. She could see how angry Trinity was, but even under that... How hurt she was, emotionally, not physically. Without waiting for permission or being shooed away, Andy wrapped her arms around Trin, pulling her in for a hug. Andy wasn't sure how helpful it would be, but if Trin felt anything like she did... it helped.

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Sloane watched, hidden and silent amongst the crowd as everything around them quickly imploded. Was this what Sylas wanted? For everyone to quickly turn on those they love? For friends and lovers to be turned to foes? She wasn't the type to intervene, but the sight of it turned her stomach, making her shift uncomfortably where she stood. One person with devious intent and the ability to make it manifest was bad enough... But this Eve? Her gaze drifted over to the blonde who promptly had her ass slapped by the brooding son of Hades. Sloane didn't like her and she didn't have to know her personally to make that assumption.

The blonde minx had been at camp for... a day? Yet demigods were fighting in Olympus, some of the most stable friendships and bonds were crumbling. She feared what other devastation could happen if some how Sylas began to work along side the impulsive girl. Sloane wasn't much of the type to get involved... She hated using her abilities, but the more she stood idly by, the deeper it would spiral.

She took a deep breath and set on a path with purpose. Sloane was never the type to be proactive, nor approach someone on her own accord. Each step made the anxiety twist within her, but the thought of things going haywire seemed to subdue it, if only temporarily. Her gaze scanned the campers trying to find a way to free the flies from the spiders traps. To most people's point of view, releasing a fourth spider onto the web didn't seem like a way to release the flies. But perhaps, that was what was needed.

Before she knew it, Sloane found herself near the prisons, a few feet before an intimidating son of Ares. What was she going to say... or do? Gods, she spent so much of her life avoiding the use of her powers for fear of the outcome. The sound of her heart pounding deafened her ears, pounding and ringing like an alarm to turn around and stay out of it. Sloane tried to ignore it as she closed the distance between them.

"I have something important you'll want to know... for your sister's sake," she spoke to him softly, only loud enough for him to hear. Sloane waited until he seemed to be open to what she had to say. Then, she took his wrist leading him several feet away from Ares, for fear of pissing off the worst God to make angry. She did not release her hold on him, as she stepped forward and shifted to her tip toes to whisper in his ear. "There are puppet masters at Camp Athens." With each word she spoke, all of her influence followed suit, soaking into him through her touch and voice. "Your sister, the son of Aphrodite, the daughter of Hecate, the son of Hades, the daughter of Zeus, the son of Athena... Their actions are not their own."

Sloane held the son of Ares's gaze, pouring more focus and attention to each word, into their brief touch. "Seek out the truth..." Then her grasp on his hand tightened as she stared at him intently, each word spoken with the strongest intent. "Do not be swayed by the words of the daughter of Hera or the son Eris." With her final words she released her hold and took a step backwards. With a slight smile she nodded her head toward Liam. "I hope you'll take our conversation into consideration."

Then with nothing more to say, Sloane turned and walked away. Her hold on Liam could not be broken by Sylas. For years her brother has tried to overpower or outmaneuver Sloane's abilities, but the truth remains that she is more powerful than him. However she didn't know how strong Eve's powers were. So far the girl had only been playing small games, ruffling feathers and bring out people's real demons. If that was the extent of her powers, then it would hold. But only time would show the effect of her meddling. Unfortunately, being a child of chaos... Sloane couldn't help but feel like her attempt to put out the fire might only enrage it.




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Alex gave Wes her best smile, as she pulled a bag from her shoulder. He tried to return the gesture as best he could, but it seemed neither one of them could fake it... Not right now. "I would come back later, but... I'm not sure if this will be the last time I get to see you."

Wes took a step forward, taking hold of her shoulder with his hand. Why did everything have to happen all at once? It was like one brick was pulled out from the bottom of a tower and everything was crumbling down around him. "Don't talk like that... please. I won't let you die. Me, your brother, Duke... We will not let you die."

Alex then opened the bag and pulled out... an arm? Wes's brows furrowed as he looked at it. He really hoped this wasn't some kind of weird joke. So many thoughts of what it could be raced through his head. Was that his arm? It should have been rotting somewhere. Was it someone else's arm? No, because Alex wasn't a murderer... Then what was it? "Duke made it for you. I'm just sorry that I took so long to get it to you. He had to remind me to bring it with everything that has been going on."

Wes slowly extended his hand toward the arm, running his fingertips along the surface as he studied it. "I'll have to thank him... with a proper hug." He laughed weakly at the comment, but the thought being able to give an actual hug made him want to cry.

"It looks so lifelike. You won't be able to even tell you're missing a limb at all." Alex then laughed and tickled his nose with one of the mechanical fingers.

He couldn't help but laugh softly, as he playfully pushed it away. Wes went to say something when his attention was pulled toward a fight that broke out. He took a step forward, preparing to break it up but others were there first. Part of him was happy it was someone else. No matter what he did there... Trinity would see him as defending Liv. From this moment on, everything he did would be wrong. A thought that turned his stomach. So, instead he just watched as Trinity was dragged away and Liv continued to egg her on while looking worse for the wear.

If there circumstances were different, he would have followed after Andy to check on Trinity. But she didn't want to see him. And she, without a doubt, won that fight. Probably would have even killed Liv if it wasn't broken up. Instead, Wes turned around back to Alex, just to repress his emotions about the girl he lost. "I guess we should see if it fits, huh?"

Wes didn't really wear the right clothing for something like this, but it wasn't like he expected to receive a new arm. He slipped out of his jacket easy enough then pulled his hoodie off over his head, causing half of his hair to stand up in every direction. His left hand rolled up the dangling T-shirt sleeve where his right arm would be. "I'm not sure how it... works. Do I need to take my shirt off to like, strap it around my chest or something?"




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Wow, Evelyn, speechless. Sylas quite liked the thought of it. And seeing her struggle for words and the proper answer only made his smile grow. His pace stopped and he slowly turned to face her. Then, finally, her gaze became more interested in something upon the floor as she spoke. “Maybe I'm just a fly in a web that thinks I can change the nature of a spider.”

"But don't you worry that the spider might change the nature of the fly?" Sylas quirked a brow, humoring her analogy. Sylas was a spider, that he had no doubt. But Evelyn was not a fly. They were annoying little pests of an insect with no purpose and a short life span. She was a chameleon... A captivating chameleon.

Evelyn finally met his eyes once again. “Have you considered I could be...distracting you from mass mayhem?” Then, she raised her hand to touch his upper arm. Her fingers softly began to brush his skin slowly, up and down along his bicep. “I could...want you all to myself. Maybe I want you to show me what it's like to be a little dark.”

Sylas glanced down at her hand briefly before looking back to Evelyn. Her smirk brought a smile to his own lips. My my was she good at the game. If he was a more simple man, she'd have him wrapped around her finger already. Those blue eyes, fiery hair and straight forward nature was magnetic. "Would that be so bad?" He asked as his free hand gently brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "The darkness can be quite... satisfying," he added as he lowered his hand, letting his finger tips brush her arm on their way back down to his side.

Then, she finally let the facade fall and the truth come out. “You're my newest subject of interest.” Sylas liked how she could play his game, yet also give him the truth. She gave him the same respect he gave her. Neither one of them had a reason to lie... They could see through the bullshit and get down to the truth. He liked that. “If I bother you, however...” With that, she turned from Sylas and went to look out over the Acropolis where the trial would be held.

Sylas gave it a moment, let her words set in and let her have the illusion that he was thinking it over. He slid his hands into his pockets and slowly followed after her, stopping a few feet behind Evelyn. "And perhaps you're my new subject of interest..." He dared a glance over his shoulder toward the commotion but by that point it had all died down. What really caught his attention was the sight of his sister wondering in the direction that Trinity was dragged off in. "Plus, I'll have you know... That I have not used my abilities since I've stepped foot on Olympus." He then raised his hand and crossed his heart. "Scouts honor."