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Evelyn Masters

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a character in “Camp Athens: The Second Year”, as played by xNocturnax

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xxxE V E L Y N x M A S T E R S
xxxxxxxxxxxxBlack Black Heart xxLose Controlxx Witch x



"Which fortune do you favour?"




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n i c k n a m e s x // x Eve , Evie, Eva

a g e x // x20

g e n d e r x // xFemale

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

o r i g i n x // xGreece

s p e c i e s x // xDemigod

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






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D E M E A N O R


h e i g h t x // x5'8

w e i g h t x // x123lbs / 55kg

h a i r x // xDescribed as auburn, orange and red, Evelyn's hair highlights all these colors in one light and angle or the other. Her hair extends beyond her shoulders in length when down and is well maintained.

e y e s x // xBlue.

o d d i t i e s x // xEvelyn is free of tattoos, piercings, and scars.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xThe most significant feature of Evelyn is her vibrant red hair making her stand out from a crowd. She also stands at a decent height for a woman. Her flawless though slightly pale complexion and red hair are known to enhance her blue eye color, combined with her dark lashes.





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P O W E R S

L u c kx M a n i p u l a t i o nx// x The power of luck is often undersold, and Evie can do such things to varying degrees although she feels the rest of her powers can tip this sort of scale themselves, so does not use it often.
C u r s e sx &x B l e s s i n g s// x Whether it be on objects or people directly, Nemesis's children can cast curses or blessings. Evelyn utilizes such power.
S e n s o r y x M a n i p u l a t i o nx// x Evelyn possesses the ability to manipulate the physical senses of others or herself. The senses can be enhanced, reduced, or removed. Thankfully, Evie doesn't choose to remove things permanently and can only achieve any effect upon physical contact.
N e r v ex M a n i p u l a t i o nx// x She can manipulate that complicated thing called the nervous system. While it stems to an outstanding amount of applications, Evelyn mostly uses it to induce pain, suppress it, calm nerves or amplify them.



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

C h a r a c t e r x // x Evelyn is an excellent judge of character. She can see through the puppeteers and manipulators, fakers and everything in between.
C o l l e c t e d x // x Her mission is to maintain a balance in life and she mimics this with her own even temper, levelheadedness and authority where required.
C r e a t i v e x // x In a world full of the sly and clever, she must be slyer and find methods of approach.



W E A K N E S S E S

M o r a l xx C o d e // x While Evelyn would like to be far far away from drama, her intolerance for injustice can have her thrust in the middle.
J u d g e m e n t a lx // x She makes her silent judgement and feels bound by silence not to say anything, particularly harmful so none may fall under her influence. It is up to others to determine what is right and wrong. Sometimes she acts, sometimes not. While this trait does help her see the characters for what they are, she can be very black and white and not see other aspects or redemption.
w e a k n e s s x // x * * *



F E A R S

P o w e r l e s s x // x The reality is her own opinions and attachments, or lack of, effect her and she can use her powers for personal affairs (though not gain). If it were to become an excessive misuse, Nemesis would probably rob Evelyn of the powers she has grown to love and make up her identity. Similiarly, there are other ways one can feel powerless.
A b u s ex // x Witnessing and/or suffering excessive beatings and violence shakes her up. Perhaps it's the state of being a crumpled helpless mess and for somebody to be that capable of hate.



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P E R S O N A L I T Y
xxxxxxxxxxxxx trait xx Focused xx Vengeful xx Zealous x


On the surface, Evelyn is fairly subdued, calm, collected, impartial like her mother. In truth calculations race through her head 90% of the time. She can often act cool so as to remain neutral on people and make a call on them from a distance and remain level headed. But people break through that distance sometimes and rather than play judge, jury and executioner as she so often does, the girl that longs for adventure, for things not to be so black and white and wants to laugh and be immersed, is revealed. Evelyn is usually always thinking of action and consequence objectively, and when she's truly immersed, it's like a weight is lifted from her shoulders and she can just be a girl and live in the moment. But the weight and anticipation are always self-inflicted. There's no expectation, except of herself, it's just who Evelyn is.

Something inherited and raised in Evelyn is a strong sense of justice and that's often where her compassion shines through as well as her vindictiveness. But what really shines brightest is her focus and commitment to her role in retribution. Or any role or task required of her in camp since Evelyn is also one that is adaptable and doesn't much care for others opinions on her. She doesn't typically bother with false impressions but in order to explore aspects of others identities and reactions, and truly test them, another shade within her must be channelled.

Sweet and fragile as she may look, or distant and detached as she may seem, Evelyn has a sadistic side and love for karma. Only for those who really do wrong and in those moments she becomes the ultimate punisher, a pointy tail and horns practically emerging from her. Evelyn has a tough side, that is not afraid to say no, stand her ground and take the reins of a situation. Many people treat her as a genie when they come to realize her powers so she is more than accustomed to standing her ground, being threatened, seeing the worse in humanity and sticking by her decision. It's like a world of children and she's the firm aunt that has to reinforce no means no and won't give in. Alternatively, in a world of survival of the fittest, Evelyn can exchange a favour for a favour.






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H I S T O R Y


Evelyn came from a pleasant family environment, being an only child to a single father who took full responsibility for her, and would describe her childhood as normal too. She was always a quick learner and from a young age told the truth of her origins, which was for the best she feels. It gave her more understanding of herself, her powers and potential to bloom.

However, as most do, having the power of a God/Goddess in her veins did stroke her ego and was a constant fight with temptation. And with the power of the gods, a little application can be majorly altering among mortals. In Evelyn's case, she wanted to thank her father for looking after her all the years without complaint, he was loyal, brave, strong, uncorrupted by society and temptation; a true role model to rights and wrongs. She won him the lottery to set them up for years. He was ecstatic, his happiness contagious, so even though it didn't sit right at her core, she couldn't tell him she tampered with luck.

Greed took a hold of her idol. Gambling became a hobby that evolved into an addiction, consuming his days and money. Thus, Evelyn often debates if she created the monster or it was always lurking under the surface.





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So begins...

Evelyn Masters's Story

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
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xxxxxPoseidon spent a majority of the trials in a stoic and speculative silence. He watched and waited. Not only did he observe the varying nightmares, fears and flashbacks laid out before him, but he also studied the crowd, their reactions and interactions. He wasn't as kind of a God as his brother pretended to be, but he wasn't an evil man. There was a lesson that needed to be learned and he took it upon himself to teach it. There was no room for softness with the demigods. They were placated far too long and that was at an end.

xxxxxMost of the demigods heeded his warning. A majority of the trials passed with little to no more outbursts and relative silence beyond the whispers amongst companions. While they behaved so did he. There was no need to instill more anger or fear into unless necessary, at least for the time being. And he didn't say a word for a long while until the trials hit a couple hitches towards the end. First, Andromeda Bolton didn't seem to come out of the illusion like the others. Under other circumstances he would have been content to let her dig at the dirt until she snapped out of it, but he had things to do and a realm he had been away from for too long. So instead, he had Hecate address her daughter so they could proceed.

xxxxxThen it was time for the final trial. Liam. Not necessarily the singular cause for Poseidon's arrival at the camp but a strong motivator. He kept his word and made the boy wait and watch as everyone else suffered through their illusions. And to no surprise, his trial only seemed to amplify the man's anger and rage. It painted him in a worse light, if possible. Then it ended, but the Gods could not regain their control fast enough.

xxxxx"I'm going to kill someone." Poseidon felt his rage and was on the move before the son of Ares charged. Him and the other Gods had the demigod restrained before he could do any harm.

xxxxx"Unfortunately, due to the danger that Liam presents, he will not be immediately returning to camp. We have a special place for animals like him." He motioned his hand towards Ares and Apollo who moved to either side of Liam, taking hold of his arms. "Liam O'Connor will be taken to Tartarus for a much needed attitude adjustment. He will return to camp once I believe he is no longer a danger to the rest of you."

xxxxxWith a nod of his head, the Gods that had joined Poseidon disappeared, taking Liam along with them. Poseidon remained behind to address the rest of them one final time. "I hope this was a lesson to you all. While fights are inevitable, murder is not. The death of Jennova Ambers and the near deaths of Sylas Astor and Andromeda Bolton will not stand. Tomorrow I will be sending my son to join you. With his arrival you shall recommence training. He will be my eyes and ears at camp. So know that just because I may not see it, doesn't mean I will not hear about it."

xxxxxPoseidon took one final look at all of the campers, even meeting their gaze if they managed to look up towards him. "Don't make me come back here again. I promise, I will not be so forgiving." He ran his hand back through his hair before slamming his trident down on the ground. "You're dismissed." With that, he disappeared leaving the demigods in the arena with one another in silence, absent the Gods.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox
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Wes didn't watch the other trials that followed his. He didn't care. He sat with his elbows on his knees, staring at his bionic arm. His trial kept replaying in his head over and over. How worthless he was. How he did nothing but get in the way. And looking down at that mechanical appendage only seemed to reaffirm that. He wanted to rip it off, to remove that stigma from him. He wasn't a warrior like everyone else and while Trinity kept begging for him to learn and use his abilities, he always disappointed.

He was stuck on his own personal rollercoaster of self pity when he heard a voice that just twisted in his gut. "Hi... ummmm sorry I missed the memo on the camp meeting, but can someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?... Mother?"

"Nice of you to show up," he groaned under his breath. Wes was neutral on his feelings toward Theo. He knew the kid was one of Trinity's friends, that didn't bother him. What bothered him was the way he pined after her. Jealousy. He knew it was there and saw it before his eyes multiplied in the trial. But that didn't make it easier. Regardless of how he felt about the son of Artemis, Wes wasn't his biggest fan at the moment after seeing him kiss Trin in the illusion.

He knew it was dumb to hold such resentment and anger towards a guy who had no part in that vision, but Wes couldn't help it. It made him sad and angry seeing someone else kiss her. And then adding his tardiness and disregard for the severity at hand just about boiled his blood. He almost chuckled seeing Theo with his hand near his bow. What did he plan to do with that? Insult the Gods? Wes imagined they were already insulted at his indifference and lack of punctuality. He hoped that Theo would get a scolding from his mother or Poseidon, but no such luck.

"Fighting? I've only been gone a day and a half..." It's funny what you can miss when you're not around. Wes shook his head as his lips pulled into a tight, annoyed smile. His gaze fell to his hands that were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. Perhaps it was the trials and stress of the whole situation, or maybe Liam's rage was getting to him, but it seemed everything Theo did struck a nerve. "I assume since I'm here, you have a trial prepared for me as well. Let's get on with it, I guess." Damn straight. If he had to go through that bullshit, then so did the tardy wolf. Even Wes wouldn't have been able to bite his tongue if Theo got away without having to enter that illusion.

Wes's gaze was fixed on Theo from the corner of his eye as he took a seat behind Trinity. His jaw clenched as he watched him lean forward to speak with her. Wes was too far away to make out what they were talking about and, perhaps, part of him didn't want to know. He had to fight every urge not to just stand up and walk out of the arena. It felt insulting. Had Theo not just seen his damn trial? Yet he still had the audacity to sit right behind her. Wes wasn't an angry man, but at the moment, his patience was running dangerously thin.

Luckily, the trials proceeded, offering a small distraction from his racing mind. Mason's own torment didn't move Wes in one way or the other. He knew the son of Hades didn't like him much for the simple fact that he was friends with Alex, but no relationships at camp came conflict free. He had no problem with Mason and sympathized for him, but that was all he had to offer. Regardless, it was sad to see his life taken so violently but Alex. Was that what happened with Jennova? With that thought, he couldn't help but wonder why the hell Alex and Ajax weren't also here to partake. They were just as much a problem with all this drama as everyone else was. No matter who their parent was, it wasn't fair to the rest of them to suffer while they got away scot-free.

"Trinity Wallace." Wes instantly looked up and found the back of her head. Even being conflicted about many things after his trial, he couldn't keep himself from wishing to keep her from that archway. It hurt him in more ways than he could count seeing what he did in that illusion, but if going in it again could keep Trinity from having to experience that... he would. Gods the romantic in him was going to get him killed one day.

At first it was an arena, full of blood sport. People were shouting Ares's name while Trinity stood in the center covered in blood. Nothing seemed inherently terrible for the time being. She was in her element, doing what she did best. Her father promised her another pairing to fight for her. And while Wes didn't know what he was going to see stepping out into the arena, he wasn't expecting himself and Theo. It was like a damn merry-go-round, and every time the son of Artemis was there.

The pair began to fight, holding nothing back. The illusion version of Wes fought far better than he's ever been capable of. He was far more enraged than he thought he was capable of as well. Trinity had no choice but to get involved to try and stop the fighting, but all it did was turn their anger on her. It wasn't long before she incapacitated Theo, which left his own evil doppelgänger. And if he thought her taking down Theo was fast, taking down himself was even quicker. In the blink of an eye, Trin had a blade through his chest.

The vision of seeing himself dead didn't rattle Wes, it was Trinity's reaction. He had seen her angry and passionate, but never so desperate and sad. Had he ever even seen her cry? He hated it. He hated seeing her like that regardless of the pain he still felt after his own trial. He watched in desperation hoping that his twin would push through. "I love you. I love you so much."

Wes leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as his hands cupped over his mouth. His chest tightened and he felt like he couldn't breath. She said it. It wasn't to him, per se, and during a high anxiety situation for her, but she said it. As if Wes's emotions weren't conflicted enough, he found himself so unbelievably happy hearing Trinity finally say it. But he also felt guilty for finding happiness in a traumatizing experience for her. And no matter how happy those three words made him, his own trial still weighed heavily at the back of his mind. All the self-doubt and weakness. What the hell was he supposed to do with all these emotions fighting for dominance inside of him?

His gaze followed her as she returned to her seat, but she Trinity never once looked toward him. Part of him wanted to move up to sit beside her, part of him didn't. And before either side could win the argument another demigod was called forward, leaving Wes where he sat. Iliana's trial seemed far longer than all the others. And while everyone else seemed to face terrifying futures, hers appeared to be flash backs. They were dark and grim, with far too much trauma for one person's life. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes he might not have believe it.

Then it was Theo... again. Although this time he had to suffer his own trial. Wes didn't wish this on anyone, but a small petty part of him was happy he wasn't given special treatment. It was strange how similar Theo's trial started out in comparison to his own. Another strangely familiar battle at camp with the demigods all preparing for war. But this time everyone looked to Theo for guidance and he had nothing. No plan, no strategy, just a half baked pep talk before everyone began to run into their inevitable deaths.

Yet again, Wes appeared in a trial. He watched as Trinity ran to his aid when he was enveloped in monsters. She fought hard to help him, but it seemed with everyone monster she killed two more took their place. "Wes, Wes, wake up! Come on! Don't do this! You have got to wake up. I need you Wes, come on! Wake up!" Another shot to the heart. Jesus, Wes couldn't handle much more of this. He looked away, unable to watch Trinity die before his eyes, even if it was an illusion. This had to nearly be the end, didn't it? Gods know he was at his wit's end.

Thankfully, at that point, there only seemed to be two left. Andy's trial forced her to choose between the two men she was often stuck between at camp. Then, as if to make matters worse, once she made her choice, Hades made one last cruel joke and killed the one she wanted to save. Even though they weren't close, her heart break was palpable and was hard to watch. Liam's, similar to Iliana's, seemed to highlight memories rather than potential futures. None of it painted the son of Ares in a good light. It only seemed to make him appear more daunting and reckless. And, as if his trials weren't enough, he lunged at the closest demigod, quickly getting his own one way ticket to Tartarus for the foreseeable future.

Wes sighed out of relief when no more names were called. Thank the Gods. Then they were finally dismissed. And while many of them would inevitably leave, not wanting to be stuck in that arena, or around one another any longer, Wes found himself glued to his seat. If it was just after his own trial, he would have left without a second thought and locked himself in his cabin until who knows when. But instead, he found himself seated in the stands, unmoving... Frozen. He didn't know what to do. Did he go back to his cabin? Did he grab Trinity and kiss her? Did he confront Theo? No. He just sat there, silent and unchanging like a statue, staring where the archway once stood.




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Sylas trial was far from surprising, although Sloane doubted any of the campers understood its meaning quite like she did. She had known that truth for far too long. So, watching it unfold before her eyes was nothing new. He would do anything to gain their mother's favor, but no matter what he did and how hard he tried he would never be her. In Eris's eyes Sloane was the prodigy. She had the natural gift and her powers were superior to her brother's. But he had the drive. It was funny how life had to twist things around like that.

Sloane didn't want to be the prodigy or to follow in her mother's footsteps. She's good at what she does, but she doesn't like the chaos it causes. She is not a creature of chaos like her mother and brother. If she could forfeit her powers over to her brother in exchange for him leaving her alone she would, in a heartbeat. She doesn't want them or anything to do with them, yet here she was, burdened. And that only seemed to make Sylas more angry toward her, that she has such gifts and no desire to use them.

Perhaps there was a small sliver of satisfaction seeing a likeness of herself end his life. But there also was another part of Sloane that didn't want to see him die. It was a strange balance. He was a piece of shit to her. That was true without a doubt. But, he is also her brother, whom she cared about and loved, even if that was a complicated sort of love. She loved him out of obligation because he was her brother, but she didn't like him. She would like him more if they existed far from one another and he didn't take out his many frustrations on her. Unfortunately, that was not the life she was given.

Surprisingly, someone moved to take a seat beside her. Beyond Liam and the few people he blathered to about her situation, no one particularly knew her or went out of their way to talk to her. Not that Sloane minded. So when she looked over and found none other than Evelyn seated beside her, she was a bit confused. She could recall seeing her brother flirt with her a time or two before, but that was it. Was she startled seeing some of the truth about him coming to light? Sloane didn't know. And she didn't ask. She was far too lost in her own head to try and dissect someone else's. So, she simply sat there in silence. She didn't ask any questions to break the silence and for the remainder of the trial she hardly passed the red head a glance.

For the following trials, Sloane paid little to no attention. She didn't know many of the campers beyond their name so the truths from their trials would be lost on her. She wasn't like her brother and had nothing to gain from learning the deep dark fears that plagued someone's mind. Honestly, she just felt bad for everyone. She'd hear their screams and sobs, and with every passing test it seemed to suck more of the life from the arena. A person would go into the archway and a zombie would come out. Rinse and repeat. It was degrading and depressing. And Sloane, much like everyone else, was just counting down the time until it ended. Gods did it need to end.

The last and final trial was Liams, just as Poseidon promised. Sloane was not sure how she felt about it. Part of her was still mad at him for pushing her and scared because of the blind rage she saw him unleash upon her brother. And yet another piece of her still cared and worried about what the illusion would do to him. He was already treading on thin ice with Poseidon. One more toe out of line and he'd be taken to Tartarus for who knows how long. He just needed to behave for a little bit longer. That was it. She wished she could will it so, but fate didn't seem to be on her side for many moons.

The scenes that played out were memories, or flashes of a past. It wasn't showing Liam what he was capable of or what he could cause, but devastation that he had already created with his two hands. His mother looked terrified. Her cat was dead on the floor. A lump grew in Sloane's throat and tears filled her eyes as she watched scene after scene play before her like some cautionary tale. What had she gotten herself into? She traded one monster for another. Was this to be her life forever? Traded from angry man to angry man? Her hand started to tremble but she quickly pinned it between her knees trying to hide it. But she couldn't hide the tear that rolled down her cheek. Sloane just sat in a stunned silence, watching. Watching the history of the beast unfold before her eyes.

When Liam came out of the illusion Sloane went pale when she heard him speak. "I'm going to kill someone. Before the Gods could restrain him, Liam was on the move, sprinting at the first person in sight.

Sloane didn't know what had come over her. Maybe it was subconscious, like a gut reaction. She jumped to her feet and shouted out, "Liam!" For someone so small, her voice came out loud and demanding. She sounded disappointed, shocked, but also assertive. Subtly, like carried on the winds of her words, passive persuasion crashed into Liam trying to get him to stop mere moments before Poseidon grabbed hold of him. Sloane didn't intend to use her powers and who knows if it would have been enough to stop him. She stood there, quiet, while her chest heaved from labored breaths. She remained still and waited for him to meet her gaze. She only held it for a moment with tears in her eyes, before she rushed out of the arena.

Poseidon didn't try to stop her and even if he had, Sloane wouldn't have heard it over the pounding of her heart that flooded her ears. She had had enough. Enough of being a spectacle for the Gods. Enough of the trials. Enough of Sylas's malevolence. And enough of getting herself involved with terrible men. She was tired of being the victim or a pawn. Like the flip of a switch Sloane took the reins of her life. She didn't steer it towards Sylas or towards Liam, but down a third path. Her own path.

Her feet quickly carried her across camp to the front door of Liam's cabin. And for a brief moment, she hesitated. Visions from her trial flashed with every blink of her eyes. Sloane took a few deep breaths trying to muster the courage to open the door and step through the threshold. But she remained frozen until she heard a feint bark from the other side. Rocco was just enough of a reminder that the trials weren't real. They weren't.

Sloane opened the door and was greeted by an overly excited puppy that jumped around several times before running down the steps to relieve himself. She left the door open for him to run back inside while she beelined for the corner of the cabin that contained her messy pile of belongings. Sloane knelt down on the ground and quickly began to shove all her clothes back into her bags. She had no idea what she would do, or where she would go. Nothing. She wouldn't return to the cabin she shared with her brother and she wouldn't stay there. She'd search the grounds for an empty cabin, or sleep in the mess hall for all she cared. But not there. Not in Liam's cabin.




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Sylas could feel the judgement and lingering gazes from the other campers. All of their trials were base at most, fears of losing loved ones, death or just phobias. While his own flipped the script for what was expected. He liked being an enigma to those around him and never showing his hand. And while his trial didn't reveal all, if anything, it was confusing to many of them aside from his sister, it painted him as a murdered. Regardless of how terrible of a person others might see him as, he has never been a murderer.

Not that Sylas overly cared about everyone else's opinions. It is what it is. But what did seem to sting, although he didn't show it, was Evelyn. The girl looked as if she'd seen a ghost. And as if on cue, she got up from her seat and proceeded to move beside Sloane. He might have looked like a statue, but he was fighting every urge not to bounce his leg anxiously or swallow the lump in his throat. It was fine. She was just a girl after all, right? Plenty more where those came from. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling. He didn't care about Liam's opinion of him, or Trinity's... But Evelyn was one of the few people at camp who took a genuine interest in him. He wasn't expecting the sting from her disapproval, but there it was.

He tried not to get too terribly lost in his thoughts and focus on the trials. Liv's gained enough of his interest. Given everything that had transpired over the past day, he nearly forgot about their hot, but fleeting, moment in the closet together the other night. Sylas couldn't help but notice some similarities, in particular, the disapproving tone of a parent never satisfied and the need to try and gain their approval. It was an exhausting wheel that never seemed to be broken. Yet, he saw it everywhere. It intrigued him, although he didn't show it. And no matter how hard he tried, his mind was still plagued with lesser thoughts.

None of the remaining trials seemed to hold his attention after Liv's. Sylas picked up bits and pieces of useful information, but for the most part was in and out. Ethan didn't want to lose his father. Typical. And he was scared being buried alive. Boring. Mason's showed a bit more but nothing Sylas couldn't piece together. Trinity's actually seemed almost good, for a moment. Then there was the typical death of a loved one, just a bit worse because it was at her own hands. Again, nothing world altering.

Iliana's played out like a lifetime movie of oversaturated trauma that was too much. If Sylas had sympathy, he lost it somewhere during the second act. Everyone has personal traumas, get over it or let it control your life. It made no difference to him. She was mousy and weak, and looked easier to manipulate that a piece of origami paper. A snap of his finger and he could break her. She was hardly worth his time or effort unless he was trying to get to her overly clingy and possessive brothers.

Theo showed up late. Sylas had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. One, he was stupid for somehow missing Poseidon's call in the first place. Even Sylas wasn't stupid enough to intentionally piss off the Gods. But second, if he managed to miss something important like this, where they are all get spanked by their proverbial parents for misbehaving, why in the fucking world would you announce your presence and subject yourself to the punishment. It's just masochistic. Regardless, his trial showed nothing of note beyond he has zero leader capabilities and had the hots for Trinity.

Andy's trial peaked his interest moderately, mostly for the presence of Hades who hadn't made an appearance in any of the other trials. None of it seemed particularly fascinating until, to his surprise, the daughter of Hecate chose to save Mason, rather than her white knight, perfect son of Zeus boyfriend. So, she also holds a torch for Mason. Again, not that surprising, but quite embarrassing to have that revelation broadcasted for all of camp to see. Sylas actually might have smiled a fraction, if only because it was payment for what happened during capture the flag.

Lastly was Liam, who unsurprisingly was a piece of shit before he came to camp. Once a raging violent lunatic, always a raging violent lunatic. Sylas found an extra level of enjoyment out of seeing him go off the handles. Now everyone at camp would see him for the psycho he was. And while that didn't absolve Sylas entirely, people saw his trial wether he liked it or not, Liam's didn't paint himself in a better light. Then, like a cherry on top of a sundae, the person it got to most was Sloane, disturbed from what she saw. She, no doubt, was hurrying back to his cabin to pack her things and leave. Predictable.

Once everyone was dismissed, Sylas slowly moved to his feet and exited the arena. He wasn't in a rush like some of the others and let those in a hurry pass by him without any fuss. If they happened to brush his shoulder he made sure to sprinkle them with the tiniest bit more of self doubt, insecurities and amplified negative emotions. After all, they just had their secrets bared to the world, they're going to be emotional.

He slid his hands into his pant pockets, walking slowly. While Sylas's trial still bothered him, he tried his best to think of anything but. Instead he replayed all the key factors from everyone else's illusions, committing them to memory. He made tabs on how he could get under each person's skin if he needed to... or wanted to, and also recalled the ones he was curious to know more about, like Evelyn and Liv. But one of the aforementioned women wanted nothing to do with him at the moment, so it could wait. Instead he slowly made his way to his cabin allowing himself time to think.




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There was only one trial left, thank the Gods, but Andy paid no mind to it. You could have asked her two seconds after Liam's trial what happened and she wouldn't have been able to tell you a single thing. She knew something was going on, she could hear it, but didn't register it. She simply sat there and waited. It wasn't until Sloane shouted that Andy actually snapped out of it and looked up just in time to see Poseidon restrain Liam, mention that he would be taken to Tartarus for an unknown amount of time. Sloane, on the other hand, didn't stick around for the closing speech and showed herself out before they were dismissed. Andy thought about following but decided it'd be in her best interest to not piss off the Gods anymore.

Once Poseidon finally said, "You're dismissed," Andy was on her feet. She was one of the first people out of the arena, being sure not to make eye contact with anyone. She was embarrassed and mortified. For over a year she had said time and time again that she wouldn't be forced to choose between Ajax and Mason. It was the one thing she dreaded more than anything. She knew it was inevitable, but not like this. Not displayed like some soap opera for all of camp to see. It churned in her stomach. She didn't know if she was thankful or even more upset that Ajax wasn't there when it happened.

Her feet carried her while her mind raced. Andy trusted her autopilot to lead her back to her cabin while she remained trapped in her mind replaying the trial over and over and over. She knew it was an illusion. She saw Mason in the stands. Yet, her body kept threatening to go into shock and grief as if he actually died. She had to keep telling herself it wasn't real. She would have thought it would've been Hades or the Underworld that traumatized her the most, but it wasn't. Andy still hadn't gotten past her trauma from her last time there. But that practically faded away into nothing in comparison. Now that it was in her mind, she was terrified her trial would become a reality.

Before she knew it, her feet had carried her to the porch. Andy sighed as he lowered herself onto the step and buried her face in her hands. She sat there for several minutes letting it all out. She let herself cry as long as was needed before catching her breath. After composing herself and wiping away the tears she realized her feet didn't carry her where she thought. Andy could have sworn she walked back to her own cabin, but instead she was sitting on the steps leading to Mason's porch.

"Shit," she said under her breath. Part of her wanted to get up and leave before Mason had the chance to stumble upon her. But a bigger part of Andy needed to see him... Just make sure he was alive. She knew he was alive. He was alive. But no matter how many times she told herself it wasn't enough. She'd wait, just long enough to seem him and then leave. That's it. He didn't have to say anything and neither did she. Just... see him and everything would be fine.

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Could it get worse? Trinity didn’t think so, but of course it did. Others tragedies played out, including Theo's and Andy's, her brother's, but didn’t entirely distract her from her own. Only added to the utter defeat. She just wanted to sink lower and lower. Folks were coming out of their trials in another shape.

At last, they seemed to reach the end of demigods to torture. But it didn’t feel over and she didn’t feel relieved because… "I'm going to kill someone." Words from her own half brother. Then Liam lunged. All at once the arena seemed to burst into action. Trinity jumped to her feet, clearing rows and columns in a heartbeat , somebody shouted out and the Gods intercepted moments before Liam could break Heath.

But it got worse than that when Poseidon announced Liam would be going to Tarturus. Trinity’s eyes widened, shaken even further. “N-..no. Hey! That’s a bit extreme!” Her words fell on deaf, or rather godly ears. They went about their business like she was only child with a minor inconvenience. Liam was barking mad and consumed with fury but Tarturus was taking her half brother away to a worse place. It's not like the place would rehab him and he'd come out a refined gentleman.

She already felt stripped and taking him away only added to it. Some demigods took their queue to clear out, others seemed to take the time to process things and she was one of them. She remained frozen, using the seats in front as a brace. Both of Ares children exposed themselves as blood hounds. She felt herself literally pierce Theo and Wes and how angry she was. Every being of her wanted to kill them.

But she could think about this anywhere. Struck by a sudden consciousness, Trinity found herself eyeing the arena and Wes hadn't moved and was accompanied by Theo. She huffed and marched off before being stuck into any eye contact.

She knew there were things to talk about. But it was all an overwhelming amount like there was so much to say, she didn't really want to bother to talk at all. Yet before she could storm into her cabin, she stopped, fists clenched. Nothing was wrong with being her typical self and shutting out everyone after some major exposure and wrecking her cabin but at the same time...she wanted the confrontation. If she saw herself murdered by someone close, she'd wanna square up.

Trinity growled to herself and punched her door. Fine, fine. She spun on her heel and bee-lined Wesley's cabin. And if he wasn't there in a timely manner then obviously they weren't meant to talk about anything they saw. Not that she was or is a believer of fate. She parked her ass against his cabin and ran her hands through her hair in agitation. Where did she begin? "Hey? " "You stupid fool, why don't you fight?" "Sorry I murdered you?" She threw her head back against the wall.



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The best thing that could have happened to them was for it to end. Poseidon, being a god of his word, called Liam last, and it should have been a good hallmark. But if his sister was any indication, looking like she was in heaven in an archaic arena, his would be worse.

Evelyn prided herself on her composure, but truthfully, she had stomached and tolerated plenty of bloody scenes and other's traumas already. The occasional wince crossed her features but overall she was distant and foolishly distracted. She had people's true characters and exposures on a platter and she was too consumed in Sylas's to unpack the others'.

There was some major commotion after Liam's trial. By the looks of it, based on the firm restraints and his visible veins about to burst and wild eyes, he snapped causing even Sloane to leap up and shout his name. Meanwhile, Trinity was paused mid-motion staring intently at the scene. To help or hinder, she had to wonder. But even that animal as they labelled, that beast and unhinged of a demigod, had people that cared for him. Even after they saw all the violence and impulse he possessed.

Once they vanished, the area seemed somewhat lighter. Her harsh and less forgiving judgment on herself and others seemed to filter out. She found it slightly less oppressive anyway because she was sure her peers and self still felt unease about their fears and anxieties and greatest challenges being on display. It was plenty to digest for everyone. Personally, Evelyn had a whole knot in her stomach to untangle.

From there, she seemed to navigate herself on auto-pilot once they were officially dismissed. It was like she barely even heard it and just started to rise. Her eyes caught Nemesis's and what stared back was a most stern and disappointed look. Evelyn didn't question why her mother was disapproving but rather, to which part broke that stoic posture. If her mother was a mind reader, things would be worse than some daggers because she still couldn't hate, nor was utterly repelled by Sylas.

Most demigods stuck to themselves. Given the circumstances, it made absolute sense and she was no exception. For one, before she played the social game again, she needed to compose herself and get her head straight. As things had it, she found herself near enough one particular demigod. One that deserved to be spoken to sooner than later given the recent happenings. “Heath.” She quickened to his side. “I’m sorry for what you’ve been through. Truly. You and your family.” Evelyn referred to the tight-knit trio. Evelyn knew they had nothing but love and empathy for each other. And Iliana...poor Iliana. Ethan would be busy using his serenity powers if he was in his own state of mind for it.

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Nelly had to take a deep breath after Iliana's trial. Now that was rough to watch. It was no wonder why the young woman was the way she was. Right now she looked like a broken doll, rocking herself back and forth. At times like this, Nelly didn't know what to say. She did see Ethan move slowly towards her though.

Ethan didn't know if his serenity powers would work on Iliana at the moment, who didn't even want to be touched, but he wanted to try something. Heath was clearly distraught, having been rejected by her. His mother had been starting to teach him to use his serenity inducement without touch, but that was harder to do accomplish. Ethan was still a bit shaken by his own trial, but he knew by trying to help Iliana, he'd be able to have something to focus on other then anything else. So slowly he sends out his energy towards Iliana. The blonde feels his energy, but is still too consumed with images of the past to fully accept it. She blots out everything else entirely. She was broken, inside and out.

The next trial was Theo's, the late arrival. For Heath, even though it was a trial, it was frustrating to watch someone not come up with a battle plan. Attacking at will was never a good idea. Even though Heath had yet to learn how to plan out battles himself, even he knew you had to have one. He did feel sorry that this was one of Theo's fears though. Also, Heath had never been in that position himself so he couldn't say how he would react. Every minute or two he kept looking at Iliana, grateful to Ethan for trying to help her.

Nelly couldn't help but wonder how she would fare in a battle in general. She knew coming to this camp would would learn to train, but as far as her abilities went, she didn't know where she'd fit in. At the moment she was totally focusing on anything BUT her own trial because it kept filtering in the back of her mind, plaguing her. It was very annoying to say the least. At least she didn't come out worse like some. She would just put those images under 'nightmares' that she had in the past, because she did have them. She also felt compared to most, hers was nothing, even though she had nearly died in the past like her trial revealed. She honestly wasn't too worried about others seeing her fears. Nelly, unlike her father, was a terrible liar anyway, at least when it came to keeping secrets.

After Theo's trial, it was finally Andy's. Heath knew after her it be Liam's and this all would finally be over. Andy's trial didn't surprise Heath too much, at least those who were present in it, given Alex's trial and what Iliana saw the other day. Come to think of it, Heath wondered why neither of the Valises nor Duke were at least present for these trials. He couldn't help but question why Poseidon didn't demand they take it if he was all about being fair. His mother never talk about her relationships with other gods since she wasn't that kind of person, but if Greek myths were to be believed, Athena and Poseidon had a bit of a rivalry between each other. Deciding not to dwell on it, he focused more on the trial, which was brutal. Heath despised those who deceived others. His eyes inadvertently glanced at Sylas. There was someone capable of it. Still, it be wrong to just think Sylas was the only one.

Last but not least it was Liam's turn. Much like Iliana's trial his was nothing but memories, but Heath wondered the context of them. It was all action, no build up. Still the man upon finishing his trial, was like a bull ready for action. Heath tensed up when he said he was going to kill someone. However, what happened next scared him as much as his own trial. The madman made a dash for him. It was like his life flashed before his eyes. Iliana felt Liam's blinding rage heading their way and turned to see the Ares child come upon her brother. She would have jumped, but Poseidon was obviously faster then her and got to Liam before she could get fully out of her seat. She had felt her own rage rise up too and honestly would have probably kill the guy himself if Poseidon hadn't subdue him. The thought terrified her. She really was a monster. She barely heard the words as the gods finally dismissed them and left with Liam. It was then she realized that Ethan had his arms around her as she was crying and screaming again. She hadn't even realized it.

Ethan was trying his darn best to calm down Iliana, but she was going ballistic. Taking everything within him, he pushed all of his serenity inducement into her, which ended up causing Iliana to collapse, having exhausted herself. The weather had gotten bad again when Iliana lost it, but calmed down when she calmed down. But now Ethan was completely worn out and wanted to lay down himself. He felt sick to the stomach too, having seen his best friend almost get killed. It took Heath several minutes to calm down himself.

Nelly was terrified of what Liam nearly did. However she remember that Poseidon said something about his son coming soon. She looked at Liv at that. But the girl was hard to read. Still it seemed like at least between all of Poseidon's offspring there was some kind of need to prove themselves, if Liv's trial was to be believed. She watched as some campers leave. No what she was suppose to do? Looking at Heath's group, she saw Evelyn approaching them. Better let them be for now. Getting up herself, she wandered from the arena area, deciding to finally get some lunch, she was hungry. First thing first though, she got her cell phone out and called her mother.

"Mom. . . . Yeah I know it's early there, but I had to call. . . . . The gods showed up when two campers fought each other and as punishment, had us all do a trial each where are deepest fears or buried memories were revealed. You can guess what mine was about. . . . . Yeah my near death experience and my fear of needles, but there's more. Mom I know you're careful in your line of work, but if anything were to happen to you . . . . . . sniff . . . . Uh-huh . . . I just wanted to call and tell you I love you and to make sure you were okay. . . . Okay mom, I'll let you get back to sleep, thank you. . . . Hehe, I'll try to stay out of trouble. Bye mom."

Feeling a bit better, she headed for the main hall.




Heath looked up when he saw Evelyn approach them.

“Heath. I’m sorry for what you’ve been through. Truly. You and your family.”

Though still rattled from what happened, Heath nodded.

"Thank you. It's been rough for us. I don't know what will happen now that Iliana remembers everything. Those memories she just saw, most of them were repressed, at least that's what my mother told me. Even I didn't know what exactly happened. A lot worse then I thought. Do you mind telling me what Poseidon said before they left? I was too shaken up to fully pay attention."

Managing to sit up, Ethan also chimed in.

"How you holding up Evelyn? Are you going to be okay?"

He might not have understood Evelyn's trial, but it must have been hard on her, so he wanted to make sure she was okay.

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Wes plucked her up with ease, which she went with. “I – ” There was no time to say anything because his lips landed on hers. A little shocked at first, Trinity's arms went against his chest habitually before embracing the kiss. Her brows furrowed and she wrapped her arms around him, reflecting the same emotions. A sort of pain and longing cross blend.

She drew away slightly only to breathe, pressing her nose against the side of his. “I’d never do that to you,” Trinity muttered, her frown only deepening. Trinity guided his face to hers and kissed him again. She was mainly talking about his trial because she could never guarantee the limit of her own rage, unfortunately. She would like to think she wouldn’t hurt him in a furious haze but Liam showed what they could do indiscriminately. And that gave her kiss a dose of desperation.

She held him tighter and found a few extra tears escaping her. Apparently, she wasn't fully aware of all the emotions racing through her other than it feeling all overwhelming. “Can we go inside?” she croaked to him as she swiped under her watery eyes and cheeks. Crying wasn't the best state for a daughter of Ares to be seen in and though it was only natural, Trinity hated it.

Trinity let Wes lead, taking his hand but avoided looking at him. Whether it was shame or she was afraid to look at him and crumble some more or a mix...she did her best until she was sat down. Expressing herself beyond anger wasn't her strong suit. “Wesley, I'm sorry. For my trial. It's not a matter of a triangle though and....” That awful ache in her chest came back, wanting to make her sink six feet deep. “I felt you die. I killed you.” Her breath shuddered. “And it broke me. It’s like part of me died too. Or I wish it did anyway. I love you.” Saying it to the living breathing version didn’t feel as relieving as she imagined. Probably because it was as vulnerable as showing her heart to the enemy and because she was still upset seeing Wes die and in an alternate reality, could have confessed too late. Trinity extended her arms out to him for a tight and much-needed hug.



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She was almost surprised to have got a decent reaction from Heath given their last encounter and how displaying one’s traumas can have people feeling exposed and vulnerable. But she knew it right away when he looked at her. His eyes weren’t malicious or bothered by her.

“Thank you. It's been rough for us. I don't know what will happen now that Iliana remembers everything. Those memories she just saw, most of them were repressed, at least that's what my mother told me. Even I didn't know what exactly happened. A lot worse then I thought. Do you mind telling me what Poseidon said before they left? I was too shaken up to fully pay attention.”

“Understandably,” she commented. “In summary, it was that his own son is coming to keep us in line, be on our best behaviour and don’t make him and the gods come back and that Liam's visiting Tartarus.” She studied Heath to see how he'd digest the information. Or, how he'd take missing such information as a son of Athena. However, it was possible he wasn't as pedantic about things.

“How you holding up Evelyn? Are you going to be okay?”

Evelyn's eyes shifted to the red head male and she smiled a little to the considerate son of Hestia. “I’ll be okay. It’s a lot to unpack, like anyone’s. Thank you for asking.” And she meant that. Something as simple as asking how she was coping in turn was kind to say the least. But that was Ethan. Courteous to the core, not a rotten bone in his body.

She cleared her throat. “I'll let you go about your day. We all need time to reflect and settle.” In the trio's case, form a shell of safety and support. In hers, some self-admittance.

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“In summary, it was that his own son is coming to keep us in line, be on our best behaviour and don’t make him and the gods come back and that Liam's visiting Tartarus.”

Heath nodded in appreciation. Ethan was glad Heath asked Evelyn too because he had been too preoccupied with Iliana to hear Poseidon too.

"That's good to know. I honestly didn't think coming here things would be so dramatic right off the bat. Thank you for telling us."

Heath wasn't worried about himself or Ethan. Both were all about following the rules. He didn't know about Iliana. She was generally pretty peaceful, but he didn't know how she would be now and that unnerved him. She could easily turn out like Alex.

Evelyn then told Ethan how she was doing before letting them be. The two young men were grateful for that. It was a time to reflect and calm down.

"Take care of yourself too, Evelyn. Hopefully things will get better, although I wouldn't be surprise if things got tumultuous again."

Standing up, he turned to pick up a still sleeping Iliana. Ethan got up too and turned to his fellow red-head.

"We'll see you sometime."

With a wave he followed Heath. The two headed back to their cabin. After putting Iliana in her room to sleep, they sat down in the living room area.

"Oi, that was just plain crazy. Now that it's just us, be honest with me, Heath, are you seriously okay?"

For once Heath let down his guard.

"No, I am not. This day has only just proved to me just how much I need to train myself. I was seriously not expecting Liam to come after me like that. I've always been so concern about others' welfare that I forget about my own. It's a good thing that Poseidon intercepted when he did because I did see Lia loose it. I don't know what would have happened to her if she had attacked Liam or worse. I don't know what will happen when she wakes up. I really appreciate you stopping her Ethan. You must be exhausted."

"I am. I know it's lunch time, but I think I may lay down myself. But I want to finish talking with you before I do that. I dread what Liam is going through right now. I question how being in Tartarus will 'improve' his own issues."

"We'll just have to wait and see. No use speculating over it. What else did you want to talk about? I'll probably go to the main hall to get lunch and bring food back for you and Iliana."

"Do you really think these trials will help people in the end? I could see a good number of people on edge and definitely a change person after each of theirs."

"Well for me personally, I doubt it. I'll always have these fears. The trick is to learn how to live with them. We'll see if the others can live with theirs. I am more worried on how others may use these fears and memories to their advantage. We don't know these people so who knows if any of them are as honorable as others.

"I think Evelyn can be trusted. She did seem genuinely sincere when talking with us."

"I hope so. She certainly didn't lie right now."

"Did you notice how she deliberately sat near Sloane at one point? I wonder what that was about."

"Don't think about Ethan. It's none of our business."

"You're right, well I am going to grab some snacks we brought with us and veg a bit before laying down. You get some real food, Heath. I'll let you know if Iliana wakes up."

Getting up, Ethan went to a pantry to grab a box of Wheat thins and head for his private room. Following Ethan's advice, Heath headed out to get some lunch.

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Sylas walked around the camp with no real destination in mind, as his thoughts wondered. Right after the trials, demigods went to and fro, finding their way to their cabins. But it wasn't long before the entire camp had grown silent. There was a heavy weight of dread that seemed to loom over everyone. And in most circumstances this would be the exact type of thing Sylas lived for. It was everything he needed to stir the pot and cause just the right amount of chaos. But even he wasn't in the mood. Odd.

Eventually his feet slowly carried him back towards his cabin. What else could he do? Torment his sister? Sure, she was free from Liam but doing that immediately after the trials would only paint him in even a darker light. Then there was Evelyn... He wouldn't admit it, not out loud at least. But seeing her move to sit beside Sloane stung. He couldn't get the thought out of his mind. And the weirdest part... Something deep down inside of him wanted to find her and explain. Explain what? He wasn't sure. But his logical and pragmatic mind outweighed whatever that other feeling was. She didn't want to speak to him anyway.

With a sigh, he ascended the stairs of his porch and went inside. The interior of his cabin was just as dark and quiet as the rest of camp. While others might find it relaxing and calm, it was almost deafening. Sylas wasn't tired or ready for bed, but what else was he to do? He stripped down to his boxers and fell back onto his bed. But his mind still raced. There was no sleep to be had. Instead he laid there on his back, staring at the ceiling for... hours. Perhaps sleep took him at some point, or maybe his eyes just closed and imagination wondered. Either way, it was rest of some sort

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Morning came too quickly and Sylas found himself more tired than he was the night before. Restless sleep or no sleep? He could hardly tell. It was never east to know if a night of tossing and turning contained any sleep at all. But to him it felt like he didn't catch a wink. Maybe he could have managed to sleep a little longer, but his stomach growled in hunger and his mind was far too busy.

He pulled himself out of bed and dragged his feet toward the shower. Maybe hot water would help? It felt good on his neck and shoulders, which had grown tense from his restless night. But Sylas wasn't sure if it was helping him wake up at all. At that point, he might have been able to sleep in the shower right where he was. But instead he focused on getting himself at least decently clean. Enough so he didn't smell and there was no oil in his hair. That was plenty.

After pulling on the first outfit he could find and running a comb through his hair, Sylas headed out of his cabin. Camp seemed just as quiet in the morning as it did the night before. He figured people were apprehensive about coming outside and facing the world. He'd imagine a fair bit of the campers would try and chalk it all up to being a horrible dream or something. But that wasn't the truth. The night of thought helped Sylas realize one thing, he'd keep his head held high regardless of the whispers and rumors that would inevitably spread. The best he could hope for was trying to prove them wrong and not let it get to him. While the truth couldn't be more the opposite.

He made his way for the main hall, his mind set to one purpose and one purpose only... Coffee. It seemed that morning, Sylas was the first one to breakfast. He was able to take his time making a tall triple shot espresso to wake his ass right up, along with a heaping plate of whatever food sounded the best. He hadn't realized until looking at it all how starving he actually was. With drink and food in hand, Sylas made his way to a corner table as far away from the door and buffet as possible, then took a seat.

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To summon motivation and face the new day was challenging. Evelyn had been awake for a while but it was one of those days where facing four walls and the ceiling were probably for the best. Not that it'd stimulate her mind and body and she'd drive herself mad with nothing but her own thoughts and inner debates.

Truly unable to win against herself, she sighed and forfeited her bed and simple comfort for an unpredictable day ahead. She showered, getting carried away in reflection and anticipation. But when too many emotions started entwining themselves, she hauled out of her own head and carried on preparing herself, looking presentable as ever. “Get it out of your head,” she whispered to herself. Admittedly, she even took to practising a relaxed neutral expression and a quick face massage in the mirror until the worry subsided.

By that time, walking to the hall, like the others she had spotted in her peripheral, things were fine and it was universally agreed as a fresh day. Rather, to smother what everyone went through as deep down as possible. But that was fine. Upon entry, she scanned those already residing in the hall, including a fresh face that didn't look like a son of Poseidon at all and Nelly talking away like they were the best of friends. Nelly being more the kind to adopt that demeanour. The son of Aphrodite, which her eyes couldn't help but linger on a little longer than intended. Then, there was Liv and Sylas. That helped her decide where she'd be eating at least.

She grabbed some yogurt and fruit as sufficing breakfast, a coffee and headed out practically gliding as she balanced her dishes with ease. Beyond outside and away from crowded places, she hadn't entirely thought out how she was going to eat in peace. So she wandered blindly, bowl and mug in hand, further away from the hall. Her need for an escape and absent mind however led her almost crashing into a male demigod who possessed a brisk pace. She pulled herself up short and gasped, both hands shooting up in an attempt to protect the dishes. It didn't stop the coffee from spilling over on herself, instant burn on her chest and immediate dropping of the kitchen wares. Maybe it hit him too but all she knew for now was the burn she felt. “Jesus, what's the rush?” Evelyn's tone was more shocked than angry. She glanced down at the mess they had made, if she wasn't so distracted and he wasn't in whatever cause for hurry. She peeled off her top and dabbed where the hot liquid had touched her flesh. Yet luck was supposed to be on her side. She could hardly believe it.

Evelyn spared a moment to actually give a proper glance up to the solid figure. Tall, bronze, hazel eyes, dark long hair. Never seen before until now. She might have apologized, only it took two and she hadn't said or acted out of line. So while he was a little intimidating and handsome, Evelyn wasn't going to 'simp' before him or change tunes.

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To be fair, Cherise was also not in the mood for anything dour. As she stood on the porch with Daniel and looked into Rae's cabin, she felt like it wouldn't be a great place for her. With Sloane being there, and after all that had transpired during the trials, it seemed that she'd also be out of place - not just Daniel.

With a bright and wide smile, as per usual, she spun around to face her companion and chimed, "On second thought, I am not sure that I feel much like a girly gossip." The brunette's head tilted from side to side as her thoughts raced. What to do? Then it hit her, "My cabin? Of course, you'll have to sleep on the couch." Since she and Rae arrived at the same time, their cabins were close to each other. Daniel and Cherise wouldn't have very far to walk at all.

While it seemed as though she was giving the guy a choice in where he would stay for the night, she kicked into a playful competitive mode. After biting her bottom lip and raising both of her brows, she pulled her hand out of his and started to walk backward. "Last one to my place is a sore loser!" Of course, she already gave herself a headstart.

She slowed down at the porch - whether she was first or not, it didn't matter at all. After she opened the door and the both of them slipped inside, she made quick work of setting a place for him to sleep. A few pillows and a blanket were tossed at him. It wasn't that she didn't want to sleep in the same bed as him, it was just that she's not that sort of girl. As tempting as it is. It also didn't feel like a good time.

A lot of things weren't feeling right tonight. At the very least, she could smile and put a little brightness at the end of a long dreary day. Once he had everything all settled, she rolled onto the tips of her toes, plopped an innocent kiss on his right cheek, smiled stupidly, and then fled to her room. She did not take a shower. She did not change. She just fell onto her bed with her eyes closed and already snoring. It was that kind of day.

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Cherise tended to wake up a lot earlier than others. She's a... before the sun rises kind of gal. After her eyes opened she took a few moments to stretch out and greet the early day. She crawled out of her bed and dragged her feet to the closet so that she could pull out this morning's workout clothes. Every movement made was quiet and slow because she had a guest over, and it's unlikely that he was also awake. Not this early. Was the sun even starting to come out? No.

By the time she was ready to go the day was breaking. A quick stop is made in the kitchen area to jot down a note for Daniel when he woke. Out for a morning jog! I'll probably see you are breakfast. xoxo. Then she was out the door.

The air was nice and crisp; a cool early morning that was just shy of being warm. She stretched a little more on her porch and did some movements that would warm her body up, then she was off at a steady pace. She preferred the path that was already paved as it would cause her the least errs in step. There was nothing fun about tripping over roots, which she already has in this place.

A few Demigods were passed - Liam was one of them. He didn't look like someone that wanted to talk, and she really didn't want to poke a bear. She watched him slink off into his cabin and continued about her way. There was Sylas, and then shortly thereafter, Liv and some new face. It looked like they weren't on friendly terms, but the daughter of Poseidon seemed to have a lot of issues to work out.

Time passed by, as Cherise could probably run for days if given the opportunity. She was soon at the cliff that overlooked the beach, and a certain red-heads hair glinted in the bright sunlight. It wasn't even tanning time yet, but Rae didn't tan. It was far more likely that she was trying to get some peace and quiet, so Cherise wouldn't bother her. Not this time. They'd talk soon, but only when Rae was ready.

Just as she started to pivot, a man came out of the water. Had he been there the whole time? Was this the son of Poseidon? Not that it mattered. When he sat down next to Rae, Cherise thought that she must have been glad for it. She couldn't help but laugh, thinking that a man was something that Rae was probably wishing at the stars for. That would start her day off well.

With her friend in good hands (hopefully), she decided that it was that time for the main hall. Breakfast. Coffee. Gods know she needed some caffeine right about now. She half-hoped that Daniel would be around so she wouldn't have to randomly sit by someone else, but the other part thought that he deserved some extra sleep. After the brief jog to the chow hall, she paused at the entrance to assess the occupants. Evelyn slipped past her, in which Cherise would move aside, and there were several others inside. None that would interest her. One or two that make her a little on the uncertain side.

As she got the food she noted a lonely Mason. She probably shouldn't approach him, but then - would it be wrong to? She didn't know what the right answer was. With faux confidence, she approached him but keep the conversation rather light so that he could have an out if he needed it. It was also short, and with her intonation, sounded like she didn't intend to stick around for too long. "How are Andy's injuries?"

She'd have said good morning, but Mason didn't give off the small-talk vibe.

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Even a sturdy alpha male, for better or worse, like Liam as susceptible to the vulnerability of fear. To say that Tartarus was a place that the best of them could handle would be underselling the terror his punishment was meant to stoke. Even though he was released from his punishment, what was nearly unheard of for those banished to the bowels of a realm so heinous it exists beneath Hades itself, he felt the remnants of it.

In his short sleep, he could barely stop himself from sweating. The sheets were wet and his clothing damp from excessive perspiration. The son of Ares tossed and turned; sometimes even mumbling out pained noises as his nightmares were trained on being burned alive over and over again. That wasn't even the worse part—it was just the physical punishment. It was supposed to be painful. Psychology 101, really. It was actually the mental and emotional aspect of his chastisement that hurt him the most. Physical pain was. . . tolerable. It would go away. Mental and emotional torture was something that just stuck. It didn't go away. The only cure for these things would comprise of all of that which Liam could not do.

He woke up even though he hardly slept at all. For a long time, he sat on his bed. He eventually forced himself onto his feet. The sopping wet shirt was tugged off and tossed onto the floor, and he walked out of his room with the intent to take a shower. However, something gave him pause just shy of stepping into the bathroom.

There was scratching and barking at his door, and a smile found his lips after what felt like. . . months of dour expression. He swiftly made his way to the entrance and pulled open the door. Rocco naturally ran right un; jumping, wagging his little butt and tail, and spinning around in yipping joy. A puppy could make anyone happy, to be honest. He knelt down and let the over joyous canine jump into his arms, lick his face, and do what little dogs do when they haven't seen their owner for like. . . any amount of time. Liam looked pretty happy to see his best friend, too.

As Rocco's head rested against the crook of his neck, Liam looked up to see Sloane standing there on his porch. There were far too many emotions rushing at him all at once, and he couldn't properly calculate what his next actions should be. He could express his thanks for taking Rocco with her, but then that brought up the recollection that she abandoned him without any chance to explain anything. Then that thought brought up others, like. . . Why should his past have anything to do with her? Why did his past define him? Was he not also partly human? At worst, was he not also human and Ares born? While there could be no justification for his actions in the past, there were more factors than. . . Liam was just a bad guy. A bad guy is pretty much what he felt like right now. Unfairly judged, too.

The amount of time that he spent staring at her was uncertain. The truth was simple—he didn't owe her anything as his past had nothing to do with her. If he needed forgiveness, she was not the person it would come from. He had come to terms with being estranged from his mother and younger sibling for most of his life. He has never laid a finger on Sloane with malicious intent. If anything, he thought he had been pretty far removed from the "bad guy" the world seemed to think he was. He liked to think that, even in the short span of two days - or however long it's been, he can hardly figure it out after Tartarus, that she had made him a little bit better. He couldn't help his personality traits. He couldn't help but want to beat the shit out of her brother, but he certainly wasn't the same as he was pre-Athens.

He clenched his teeth, looked off to the side for a second, and ran a hand through his damp hair. He couldn't possibly look at her when words finally fell from his mouth. He was afraid that he'd take everything back, beg for forgiveness, or whatever else that he didn't feel he needed to do. Sloane had this guileless appeal to her with those big eyes and her small and gentle stature. It was one of those combinations that could make an angry god melt. "Thanks."

A short phrase, but he kept his eyes off of her while he turned around, closed the door, and shut himself into his cabin.

That was a close call. It was. . . really close.





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Could Nick's morning continue down the path of offending possibly every woman in camp? Why, yes - yes it could.

He had managed to get far enough away from the overwhelming and intoxicating magic that seemed to roll effortlessly off of the daughter of Aphrodite. However, his hapless luck would not end at this point. His steps were still hasty, and it seemed that his previous engagement left his senses in a haze and he was uncharacteristically inattentive to his surroundings.

Nothing would yank him out of this cloud like hot coffee. "Jesus, what's the rush?" A female voice, the source of his problems this morning, followed a slight splash of the hot beverage against his shirt. It didn't really bother him as it had practically doused Evelyn with Nick mostly spared.

"I don't think Jesus has much to do with it. More like Aphrodite," he responded, his tone less flirtatious now that he could think with his brain. Polite still, however. Charming, yes. He was not devoid of charm just because he had no intent to flirt. Now anyway. The redhead was definitely beautiful, but he just got in trouble for hitting one a woman unintentionally, so he didn't want to test someone else.

When she took off her shirt he most definitely looked. He was a human man, was he not? She obviously didn't seem to care much for modesty, and it wasn't like he leered at her with drool coming out the corner of his mouth. He stepped closer to her as he peeled the jacket off of his torso. It'd fit her pretty much like a parachute, but it was the only thing he could offer at this moment.

As he closed in on her, his chest rested against hers without salacious intent behind it, he draped the jacket over her shoulders and pulled it closed in the front. He didn't zip it, but he would spare her the glances of anyone passing by at this very unfortunate moment. He scratched the back of his head, stepped back, and dipped one hand into a pocket, "Sorry about that. I normally don't make it my day job to get in people's way. I just had a run-in with the daughter of Aphrodite, and I think my brain got scrambled in the process." A slight laugh fell from his lips, but it was nervous.

Redheads always looked like they could eat a man alive.

To escape whatever weight her gaze would cast upon him, for good or bad, he squatted down to pick up the dishware she dropped. Once it was all gathered up, he stood, "I'll... clean this up for you. You can just - give me the jacket back whenever. Again, sorry. Really." His character was genuine as was his apology. He tried his best to give her a smile, but the anxious note thinned it a bit more than usual.

When he stepped around her, dishes in tow, he cursed under his breath. If she looked at him as he moved away, she'd note that he was obviously condemning himself with regards to what happened. He should have asked for her name, at the very least. He must look like an asshole right now!

Maybe he was just a magnet for bad luck this morning. Did he piss someone up there off?

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While facing her own battle trying to rid the source of pain as soon as possible, the newer character came closer and offered his jacket. It was startling at first to find him in such bold proximity but ultimately chivalrous since she had stripped without much thought. “Sorry about that. I normally don't make it my day job to get in people's way. I just had a run-in with the daughter of Aphrodite, and I think my brain got scrambled in the process.”

Her mouth parted and chin inclined slightly as if in understanding. She supposed that was a valid reason to escape if he typically wanted to be the ruler of his own clear thoughts and actions. Evelyn had no words or even a hum to share, rather, with a final zip up, in place of her usual interviewing persona, she found herself browsing him, quizzical as ever. But how was she to grasp what kind of man he was, and what went on in his head within such confined time and circumstances? There were too many variables.

He lowered to the ground and Evelyn's eyes remained attached to him as he picked up the fallen dishware. “I'll... clean this up for you. You can just - give me the jacket back whenever. Again, sorry. Really.” She couldn’t beat him to it because by the time her coherent mind had caught up, the other demigod shot her something of a smile and stepped around her.

Evelyn spun around. It took her a beat before she hastened to fall in stride with him, wrapping her shirt around her waist. “I can take it. It was partly my fault after all.” Without waiting for permission, she plucked at least one dish from him. That was as close to a sorry as she could get. But accidents happened and they didn't need excessive apologies. Not that anything was wrong with one or two in this case. Evelyn simply tended to reserve her apologies and words for the utmost truth and impact.

“You know where you're going?” It could have sounded like a statement because it almost was. Almost. Maybe he wasn't as fresh as appeared or he got his bearings incredibly fast being a quick learner. Theories were running off on her far too fast all because he was heading in the right direction.

There was a lot of biting back behind her lack of conversational skills. Only because she was wrapped in making a judgement on him while avoiding the whole barrage of questions. Otherwise, she looked content in whatever small talk may have passed, or silence walking to the hall with him. Although there was one friendly casual inquiry she could make. “So what brings you here anyway? I mean you seem well-rounded, mature.” Not really the kind that got dragged to camp because they were out of control behaviorally or in terms of power. Perhaps further self-improvement, searching for someone. Regardless, she should really learn to not jump the gun and wait and listen. More accurately, observe because saying and doing could be different things, as could an individual's intentions.

As they neared the hall doors, Evelyn took the final piece of dishware from him and gestured to the doors, so he could open it and she could swoop inside in one fluent motion. She didn't expect he'd follow her to the sink. That might be odd and a little beyond chivalrous, nor would she recommend it so she offered him a farewell out if he wanted it. “Thank you for picking up the mess. And jacket.” Evelyn shrugged in the oversized coat and smiled. He seemed genuine and decent.

From there, she glided through the maze of tables and pushed out chairs to the kitchen. At least, that's where she thought was going to go but she hesitated on sighting Sylas. She saw him earlier with Liv but being on his lonesome didn't make him more approachable. Having her own out with dishes in hand ready for the sink, she contemplated drifting towards him. She wanted to talk to him. Get some form of closure and answers, but as soon as she realized that was her goal, she huffed out a laugh and rolled her eyes. She travelled to the sink, cleaning her own lot vigorously. Who was she kidding?



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She could hear her friend but didn’t bother responding, just stared vacantly. It was the same as her footsteps, nearing with every scuffle and snap of leaves and twigs but she couldn't process it. She couldn't...care. Once a hand touched her shoulder, Trinity whipped around, blade pointing for Andy's throat.

Almost immediately upon seeing her, Trinity's eyes widened and she lowered the blade as reality hit. “Sorry,” she panted. “I’m sorry.” She lowered her blade and took a breath to gather herself.

Andy wasn't an easy scare. Instead, the brunette sought out her eyes, levelling with her and the blade was slowly pried from her hands. A little bit of Trinity wanted to resist and clench her comforter back, but she let it slip from her grasp and locked eyes with Andy. “What's wrong?”

Where did she even begin? “I can’t get yesterday out of my head. It scared the shit out of me. Then we had to watch the people we love go through their own torture.” Trinity gestured towards Andy herself. She was the daughter of Ares and pain had its gratification in her books, but the people she cared for were off limits. Even then, they didn’t deserve it. Andy had been through enough without trials. Poor Daniel had to relive his death. And Wes's!? -oof. Boy, she'd like to highjack that illusion and fix a few things.

“Then…” the awkward part. The minute part… If it wasn’t Andy she might not have bothered at all. “Wes and I spent the night together, which was great,” she added quickly, “and I don’t have self-esteem issues but you know – child of Aphrodite, been around and done it all. And Wes isn’t the type to compare but…” she wound her hands through her flannelette tightly. She couldn’t help it. Trinity just really wasn’t a lover yet she wanted to be right for him. It was stressful.

Quickly she waved it away. It was such a useless problem and even then, Andy wasn’t going to be able to fix it. If anyone could, it'd be Wes and she'd just have to open that can of worms with him when the time was right.

“I was going to meet Mason for breakfast. Have you eaten?” She just shook her head while Andy's arm entwined through hers and they were on their way to the hall.

“So what about you anyway? Are you all good?” Because Andy went through her own shit and that dilemma was heavy. Besides, she knew her friend had a habit of trying to bury things and act all fine and make other people her priority. But it was time to focus on herself and Trinity wouldn't let it go until she got the honest truth. Trinity slowed the pace so Andy could spit it out.

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Nicholas had that sort of quiet chuckle that just rattled his chest and shoulders as she swiped a dish from him. The pair, each with a dish in hand (as silly as it must look), began a casual stroll to the chow hall.

“You know where you're going?” she commented. Or asked? He wasn't sure. Did she want some kind of reply. He had no clue.

Regardless, he tilted his head slightly toward her and offered up a sideglance, "I know my way around camp well enough, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders at that. It was a good enough answer... if that was even what she wanted.

He seemed to be at ease with her more quiet character as he looked ahead toward their destination. Admittedly, he found himself sideglancing her more than once because she was certainly pretty, but he wasn't sure if the Aphrodite haze had completely worn off. If he opened his mouth and said the wrong thing, he'd regret it with this one. Just a gut feeling. Besides, the silence was pleasant and it was nice not to have to deal with idle small talk just to get by. He loved to be social, but there was a time and place. This was not a good time, unfortunately.

“So what brings you here anyway? I mean you seem well-rounded, mature,” she inquired and brought the man out of his thoughts and back to her. He laughed. Nicholas seemed to do that a lot - a chuckle here, a bout of laughter there. He was an all-around content guy. Besides, his friendly nature made a lot of situations less uncomfortable.

He looked over at her for a second before returning his attention ahead, "Well-rounded... mature," he parroted out loud in thought, finding the whole thing rather comical. Not in a funny ha-ha manner, either. It was actually quite depressing. Nicholas wanted to have fun with his life, not be stuck being this "well-rounded, mature son of Poseidon that has to babysit a bunch of grown adults. Yet, here he was - and if the shoe fits, he would walk in it. The way she said it made the traits almost seem... lacking, in a way. That's why he wasn't going to have any fun here. He'd have to shoulder the maturity and seriousness of being a Demigod rather than indulging in finally maybe meeting some women he couldn't break in the bedroom.

"Even though I totally looked at your boobs?" It was a jest, clearly. He looked, she noticed, but it wasn't too surprising. Even the most mature of men are weak at the sight! Nick's tone took on a more serious note so that he could entertain her curiosity, "I'm Poseidon's son, so I am sure you've heard why I am here. To babysit and train the rest of you, I guess." It came off of his tongue in tandem with a large but slow shrug; a slight tinge of irritation playing through his words and body gesture as it all came together. A casual person might just nod that off, but an astute observer could easily note that he didn't like the idea as much as anyone else. To be perfectly honest, he wasn't better than everyone else at this camp - he was just a daddy's boy.

Then he went back to his cheesy jokes, easing into a light flirtation with her since he was sure that Aphrodite's charms have left him. That meant everything coming out of his mouth would be his own thoughts, not the ones forced by power. There was a stupid grin on his face as he opened the door to the building for her. And just as she slipped past him to walk inside, "That's a turn-off, huh?" A joke. Flirtation.

After she made it through and past him entirely, he turned around and she swiped the remaining dish from him, “Thank you for picking up the mess. And jacket.”

"Maybe next time we can exchange names?" He asked (honestly, it wasn't much of a question), as he walked backward and gave her a pair of finger guns. Then he shoved his hands into his pockets, winked, and turned around to leave her be. Yes, it would have been too much for him to help her, and he didn't want to be weird. It'd be really weird. He could respect a woman's space, for the most part.

Then he sighed at himself. He should have lied about why he was here. "I'm here to babysit you... Maybe next time we can exchange names?" He mocked himself under his breath. "I'm so stupid... Today really is just unlucky."

As he condemned himself for how the day has spun itself thus far, he just walked. Walked, and walked.... and walked without much direction. He had a lot of things to do, but he wasn't sure how to go about doing it in a way that wasn't particularly invasive. Nicholas is supposed to "put his foot down", but at the same time, he was new here. To come in and trample over everyone's fun seemed... disheartening. He didn't want to be that guy, but here he was. He's that guy.

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Character Portrait: Veera Han Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Emory Cantor Character Portrait: Dahlia Black
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wesley preston
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Wes had more than his fill of food... for the morning at least. He pushed back his chair and spared a glance around the hall. There were a fair bit of people there, but no one he was really itching to sit down with. Part of him wanted to seek out Trinity. But knowing her, she needed some time to digest everything that happened. The trials... and everything else. He knew better than to hover around her or make her talk about something she isn't ready to talk about. With a sigh, he stood up, cleaned up his dishes, and exited the main hall.

He really had no destination in mind. Alex hadn't been seen around camp for a couple days now and before he really noticed, his feet were carrying him in the direction of the Valis cabin. It didn't take him too long to get there and as he climbed the stairs he was met by dark windows. Wes knew the chances of anyone being there was slim, but he still knocked on the door and waited probably longer than he should have.

As he waited, Wes looked around the surrounding area, which is when he saw someone with caramel skin and curly brown hair. They didn't look familiar. Were new campers coming today? He remembered Poseidon mentioning the arrival of his son, but nothing was said about other demigods, but it wouldn't be unlikely.

Wes sighed, looking down at his feet. Without Alex there, he started to realize how he was lacking in the friend department. Another female friend probably wasn't the best route when things got a bit more serious with Trinity, but he always seemed to get along with women better. Maybe it was the Aphrodite allure bullshit. He didn't know. But it had been a long time since Wes had a close male friend. But in his opinion, a friend is a friend. And he remembered, vaguely, what it was like being the new kid at camp.

Fine. Fine. He told himself before heading back down the steps to the Valis cabin. He turned down the path in the direction he saw the stranger wonder. She wasn't too terribly far in front of him, but he wasn't going to chase after her or anything. He had enough people run up to him randomly and bug him over the past couple days. He didn't want to be that guy. So he took his time trailing behind, slipping his hands into his pockets and kicking any small rocks that laid in the path in front of him.

Eventually the girl found her way to an empty cabin and let herself in. Wes waited a bit before slowly walking up the steps. He lingered on the porch for a moment, then took a step forward and lightly knocked on the open door. "Um... Hello?" He wasn't going to let himself into someone's cabin, especially someone he didn't know. So he waited a moment or two before calling out again. "Sorry. I just happened to notice you were new and thought I'd offer my help if you need it... Or not. Just... ya know." His face scrunched up as he tried to think of what to say. "Hi. I'm Wes," he said, awkwardly, as he waved his bionic arm at the empty room.




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sloane astor
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"Actually these look pretty rustic," Veera commented while taking a few steps back to get a better view. Sloane's gaze followed hers. Perhaps they were. Her own knowledge of rustic was limited. She grew up around wealthy politicians so if something wasn't expensive or brand new then she knew nothing about it. Everything was about looking expensive and keeping up with trends. Her own experience with camp has been quite humbling. Sloane tried her best not to be the snobby rich type.

"But, I believe there is nothing wrong with some change in your life once in a while. Good or bad."

Sloane gave a faint smile and nod of her head. "You're probably right." Her life has been no short of change since she came to camp. For better or worse.

Veera accepted her offered hand and gave it a shake, half bowing as well. The girl hid a small chuckle which confused Sloane a bit, but she said nothing. "A pleasure. The name really fits you," she commented. Sloane's brows pulled together in contemplation. She couldn't say she knew what her name meant. Something she'd have to look up later. "But to answer your question from earlier..." Veera raised her hand and in a flash she conjured a flame the danced along the tips of her fingers. "I am a demigod, it’s called a bàn shén where I’m from, but yeah. My father is hephaestus."

Sloane took a slight step back at the produced flames. She wasn't scared of fire, but flames appearing out of thin air was enough to startle anyone. It was a bit of a showy way of answering a simple question, not that she would have said anything regardless. "Then I'd say you're in the right place." She gave another small smile before stepping into her cabin. Sloane wasn't ignoring the girl, she left the door open for her to follow or continue talking or whatever else. Part of her was hoping to avoid the question about who her parent was. Plus, the inside of the small cabin smelled musty and she wanted to open the windows. It was something to keep her busy so she didn't look like a deer in headlights around new people. Introvert problems.

"Hey, uhm, if you don’t mind I could help you out with the cab-" Veera began to say but another distant voice called out, cutting her off.

"Hey there neighbors!" The loud voice made Sloane jump as she opened the second window. She wasn't used to being the popular person by any standards. To be honest, she thought she was quite invisible... At least until the trials yesterday. She slowly emerged from her cabin, seeing a slender, chipper person clad in beige. "Welcome to Camp Athens."

"Thanks, I’m just glad I made it to the right place and not some occult worshipers community."

Sloane was going to speak up, but Veera beat her to it. So while the two conversed, she busied herself by carrying her bag into the cabin and setting it on the bed. She also opened the last window before sheepishly stepping back out onto her porch. "I'm not new. I've been here for a couple weeks," she began but realized how harsh that might have sounded. "I uh..." Her words fumbled out of her mouth for a moment. "Sorry. Thank you."

Over the past few days Sloane has had more social encounters than she knew what do with, between Liam trying to train her with his sister, and now the strangers at her doorstep... If she could call it her doorstep considering she claimed it all but a few moments ago. Hoping to move the conversation on from her own awkward attempts at socializing, Sloane pointed her finger at their beige jacket. "I used to have that jacket. Looks nice." Ok. That was a little more normal.



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andromeda bolton
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Andy jumped a little when Trinity spun around and held the blade to her throat, but she expected it. She didn't get mad or angry. She let her friend take her time coming down and getting calm. Everyone, or nearly everyone anyway, was on edge after the trials. It's not easy facing your deepest darkest fears. No one walks away from that unscathed. And everyone handles it differently. It was no surprise that Trinity wanted to fight it all away, because that's what she knew.

She waited patiently for Trinity to talk. They were in no rush and Andy felt like the both of them could do with a little venting in the safety of each others' company. The one place they could speak their minds judgement free.

"I can’t get yesterday out of my head. It scared the shit out of me. Then we had to watch the people we love go through their own torture."

Andy nodded her head as Trinity motioned to her. "I guess we should be thankful we didn't show up in each other's trials," she joked half-heartedly. It was a shitty attempt at trying to lighten the mood, but not entirely wrong. Her trial was hard enough having to choose between Mason and Ajax... The last thing she needed was tossing Daniel and Trinity in there for good measure. Just the thought of it churned her stomach. All of it hurt. The hardest part was seeing some alternate version of herself hurting those she cared about. She couldn't help but be terrified of doing that for real.

"Then..." She could sense the hesitation in Trinity as she seemed to search for what to say. "Wes and I spent the night together." Andy's eyes instantly widened as a small smile crept across her lips. "Which was great," Trinity quickly added, making sure she didn't get the wrong idea. "And I don’t have self-esteem issues but you know – child of Aphrodite, been around and done it all. And Wes isn’t the type to compare but…"

Andy's smile faded slightly. "Was he still there in the morning? Did he seem happy?" She asked. Two questions that Trinity might not have thought to ask herself. Whether or not Wes had a darker past didn't change how he felt about her. "Because from what I've seen, he's crazy about you. He arrived at camp around when I did... And I haven't seen him flirt with or look at a girl that wasn't you." Yes, of course he looked at other girls. He had to. But not in the way Andy meant, and Trinity knew that. Sure, he seemed to get along with women better than men, but not once did she ever think it was anything beyond friendship.

"You shouldn't compare yourself to the 'has beens' of Wes's life. There's a reason he wants you." Andy lightly bumped Trinity's shoulder with her own. "Have you ever thought that it's because you're not like the other girls?" She raised an inquisitive brow as she held her friend's gaze.

She let Trinity wave off the conversation. While they were best friends, both of the girls only allowed themselves to groan about girly things for so long. Neither of them were the sleepover and gossip about boys type. Perhaps that's why their friendship worked so well. They could talk about the serious things when they needed to, but they would also spar and fight alongside one another. By all definitions they were more bros than besties. If it was possible for two women to have a bromance, they did.

As they walked arm in arm, Trinity turned the conversation on her. "So what about you anyway? Are you all good?"

Andy sighed as her gaze fell to her feet. Her pace slowed with Trinity's until it inevitably came to a complete halt. They were alone in the woods and whatever she was or wasn't going to spit out, she wanted it out of the way before prying ears could overhear. "Not really," she admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. "Watching everyone's trials was hard. I hated that I couldn't do anything but..." her voice trailed off as she kicked a small rock. "My trial scared the shit out of me."

Her expression saddened and showed all the worry and pain she felt inside. "Yes, the Underworld and Hades are scary, but..." Andy's voice trailed off as she tried to find the words. "I never want to have to choose who deserves to live or die. I have been stuck in the middle of their feud for so long, refusing to choose a side, only for it all to unravel... in front of everyone."

At this point the flood gates were open. Everything had been boiling up inside her that now once it was started, she couldn't stop. "And I feel terrible. I'm disgusted with myself." Andy's voice wavered as tears filled her eyes. But she refused to cry. "I spent a year with Ajax and I couldn't save him. I wouldn't. Because I knew if the tables were turned... He wouldn't save me." She paused a second. "And that pain... Mason has been feeling that every day for a year." While she sounded angry, the only person she was scolding was herself.

Andy sighed, taking a deep breath. "And seeing him die." Her voice cracked. "Was the hardest thing I've ever experienced." She held Trinity's gaze knowing full well that the girl knew exactly what she felt. Both of them killed people they cared deeply for in their trials. "I was so scared that he was actually dead that I waited for him at his cabin afterwards... Just to be sure."

That was it. All of it, laid out for Trinity. It was probably more than she wanted to hear but if Andy didn't vent to her then who knows who she would have unloaded that all on. She smiled weakly feeling like she could breathe a little easier. She hooked her arm around Trinity's once again and started back in the direction of the main hall. They were just about to step out from the tree line when she realized she left out a key detail. Andy's free hand pinched the bridge of her nose trying to search for the most delicate way to say it. But inevitably, she ended up just blurting it out. "And... I slept with Mason."

She spared a brief glance over to Trinity with a nervous, slightly guilty smile. That was it. There was nothing else to say. All her secrets were out in the open, just like Trinity's. And while they both shared similar nights, neither of them were the type to compare notes. So before either one of them wanted to unpack all of that, Andy guided them towards the main hall.

Andy looked over all the food, realizing that the previous day's events still left her stomach in knots. And while she was hungry, she didn't know how much she'd be able to keep down. So she settled for an apple. Once Trinity had grabbed her food, she made her way over to Mason's table as Cherise spoke to him. "How are Andy's injuries?"

"Still a little sore. But mostly just bruises," she replied as she took the seat to Mason's right. "Thanks again for your help. I'm sure Daniel is grateful I'm not dead." Andy's gaze briefly drifted over to Mason. She knew he was glad too, but she wasn't going to put him on the spot like that. "I'm glad he has you for a friend." Meaning, Andy was glad that her brother wasn't crushing over Alex anymore and moved onto someone who wasn't a self centered bitch. But her comment was still genuine. Cherise seemed like a nice girl.




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sylas astor
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"I'll take Nosy Nelly over my brother any day of the week. She's much easier to force submission with."

"Hmm," Sylas hummed as he looked over at the tipped over chair. "True. But at least my sister knows when to shut the hell up." He shrugged his shoulders and took a big swig of his coffee. It was far too early in the morning to have to deal with a chatty Nelly. And to be honest, he didn't know if he'd every be in the right mindset for that. At this point, everyone in camp thought he was some murderer, so who was he really trying to impress anymore?

After a moment or so, Liv scooted her chair in, leaning closer to him. "You know, I wouldn't mind helping you with this... Liam issue."

Sylas was in the middle of stabbing his fork into a piece of food when the comment sunk in. He froze. Only his eyes moved to meet Liv's gaze. There was no way that word of anything going on had made its way to her ears. From what he had seen, she was in a similar boat to himself... No friends and an unlikeable disposition. So she had to gather that he was an issue purely from the trials. Smart. "I'm listening."

Liv tilted her head to the side, gauging his response. "I do have a brother issue. Well, it's more along the line of deeply traditional values that severely impact my ability to claim what's more rightfully mine. I.E. my father's seat. What does my brother know of the sea anyhow? I just happen to have two X chromosomes."

So a partnership? He scratches her back and she scratches his? Liv did seem more likely to help him. Sure, he had offered his partnership to Mason as well. But from what he had seen the Valises haven't been around for a few days. Plus, the Zeus duo looked to be digging their own graves quite well. And while Mason could help him with this little kerfuffle... He was friends with Trinity, and Liam is her brother. He'd imagine that wouldn't go over well. Not to mention his own desire to get a little payback against the Hecate girl he loved so dearly after what went down in capture the flag. That would almost certainly put Sylas on Mason's kill list.

The brunette started glancing around the hall, sizing up the other campers. "So many new faces. You can't tell me that your handsome looks can't charm a few unsuspecting newbies?"

He chuckled, taking a sip from his coffee. "Who am I seducing? Them?" He motioned his hand in a general sense as if signifying the rest of camp. "Or your brother?" Sylas smirked slightly. It was a joke, although not that he would be opposed to bedding an attractive Poseidon son. But at the current moment he was far more interested in the woman seated opposite him.

"A little more division between demigods would mean less attention on us. You should think about it. Hmm?" Liv commented with a wink. "You never know. Nervous Nelly might be a good asset. She certainly floats around and talks enough."

Sylas's smile turned into a slight sneer at the comment. That's all he needed was a manipulated Nelly being clinging and annoying. Not that Liv was entirely wrong. Regardless, he was not bridging that today... Maybe not even tomorrow. His gaze floated around the room. Who would even be good to manipulate? Mason? No. Sure he was useful, but if Sylas was going to get him to help him with Liam, then it'd need to be of his own volition. Trinity? Maybe. She is Liam's sister after all. But sadly, the real person who could ruin the son of Ares in a blink was Sloane... And as he unfortunately found out, she's strong enough to control him. Not the other way around.

Lost in his own thoughts, he almost didn't notice Evelyn walk into the main hall... With another guy, no less. Sylas didn't know the face, nor did he really care. And, whether he liked it or not, the red head was not his. They slept together once. That does not mean commitment on any level. But something about him was drawn to her. With Evelyn is was the mystery, but with Liv it was the danger. Both strong women that tugged at different parts of him. But, even though he'd never say it out loud, seeing her move to sit beside Sloane during the trials... hurt. She didn't owe him anything, neither him to her. Yet, his gaze was still fixed on her as she lingered before disappearing into the kitchen.

Once she disappeared out of sight, Sylas moved to his feet and exited the main hall before he saw her again. At first he began to wander aimlessly, letting his feet carry him wherever about the camp. But eventually he managed to find his way to Liv's cabin. He contemplated moving on, but instead he slowly ascended the steps of her porch. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the door before he knocked. His tall frame filled most of the doorframe as he rested his hands on either side of the opening. When she opened the door, a small smirk crossed his lips as he looked down at her. "So... What kind of partnership did you have in mind?"

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Character Portrait: Veera Han Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Vincent Moore Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Blair Carmichael Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Veronica Lewis Character Portrait: Rae Meadows Character Portrait: Lochlan Carmichael Character Portrait: Duke Loycen
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N I C H O L A S x B O W E R
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B L A I R xC A R M I C H A E L
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By the gods, was Nicholas secretly blessed by Aphrodite before being tossed into Camp Athens? He must’ve been because every time he turns around, another woman is running right into him— or he into her, depending on how one reads the situation.

Here he was just walking; hands in his pockets, a hum in his throat, thoughts in his mind about all that had transpired thus far in his short time here. The redhead, for whom he is cursing himself for not catching the name of… the Aphrodite girl that he had unintentionally insulted. Possibly. He thought to himself, it couldn’t get any worse. Right?. Or better? He placed an index finger on his chin as he wondered, Was it good or bad luck? His head went from side to side, as though weighing the thoughts in his head. Well, beautiful women running into you doesn’t happen every day. Then again... he frowned, Would the Aphrodite child tell everyone he’s a perv later? He made a disgusted look at no one in particular and judging by his motions, he was having a conversation in his own head anyway. I’m not a perv… it wasn’t my fault.

It was right in the middle of starting to ponder the redhead when his instincts kicked in and an arm dashed down to brace the back of Blair. A hand folded gently around her waist, and he brought her up and helped her regain her balance. What seemed like half a heartbeat, her fingers grasped his biceps and they were intimately close. Not that he’d complain much.

His internal voice asked, Am I the child of Poseidon and Aphrodite?

Since the woman seemed to revel in the close proximity, he made no real motion to create additional space between them. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry," she apologized, but the way she smiled and giggled said otherwise. She’s not that sorry, if she is at all. "The outdoors and I aren't really simpatico. But I wouldn't mind being on a first-name basis with you."

Simpatico. Simpatico. What did that mean? It must be French, he thought. No one said he was the sharpest tool in the shed, just one of the sturdiest. He just chuckled at that and pretended he understood, but she could probably tell that his brain wasn’t all that intellectual. Not that it appeared she was looking for some profound conversation anyway. Not with the way she’s flirting and hanging onto him without any shame at all.

"I'm Blair," she introduced herself, and he took her hand and gave it a firm but still semi-gentle shake. She was a woman, after all. He was ungodly strong and had to mind himself.

"Nicholas, but you can just call me Nick," he responded as he finally stepped back. It just occurred to him that he should, at the very least, give the other demigods a warning before just summoning them to train out of the blue. That’d be starting out on the wrong foot with a lot of the others, and he may already end up in hot water with the guys depending on who all these hot women belonged to. They just had to belong to someone.

Nick wanted to stay and flirt a little, but he also had a job to do in Camp Athens. He looked at her and tilted his head in thought. You know what? He could do both. Ah, but typically he wasn’t the quickie sort of guy, even though she was certainly tempting. So tempting.

"Coming, Blair?" he inquired as he began to walk backward. He eventually turned around to head for the main office of the Camp, which was just past the chow hall. A short walk.

Blair quirked a brow at his offer. Well that didn’t take long. Perhaps it was she that was the daughter of Aphrodite. Then again, it was never women who struggled to find someone to warm their bed. Hell, what better way to christen camp than to have a little fun with Fabio. Sure, he didn’t seem like the smartest guy out there, but she wasn’t flirting with him for his brains. Dumb boys were always the easiest to get what she wanted from anyway. So, she said nothing but followed after him, wherever he led her.

They arrived at their destination; a small office that was empty save for the P.A. system. That’s what he needed. Once he shut the door, he turned toward the raven-haired woman and smirked. If she was looking for a dumb guy that would just easily hand over the reaffirmation that she could have any dumb guy she wanted - well, she certainly got it.

He’s going to blame the jacked-up hormones on the aftereffects of Aphrodite’s daughter for what happens next. He hooked his hands under her bottom, hoisted her up once she had her arms wrapped around his neck, and walked her toward the counter with the P.A. system, "I’m normally more of a romantic, but I had a run-in with the daughter of Aphrodite, and I am a bit… on edge." And that was hardly even the tip of the iceberg.

Blair’s coy act faded away when they were in the privacy of the office. She had already gotten him and she was far from coy. As Nick scooped her up, her legs instinctually wrapped around his waist. Her fingers snaked through his dark locks and gave them a playful tug. "Whatever you need to tell yourself, dollface."

He released her, moved between her legs as she settled on the counter, but he leaned off to the side and past her to press a button to turn the system on. His voice would echo through the entire camp - inside the facilities and outside.

"Good morning, Campers," he began then went on to introduce himself, "I’m Nicholas Bower, and as you’ve heard from Poseidon, I will be assisting in your training." He kept one of his hands on her thighs and as he continued to address the camp Blair’s hands trailed down his chest. They stopped when they found the top of his jeans. With a smirk, she began to unzip them. "It is now...," he paused and looked at the watch he clearly didn’t have on his right wrist, "...something o’clock, so be ready at the training arena at 4:30 pm sharp. This training is mandatory. Be dressed for the part, and everything else will be provided for you."

Being the sturdy, but not sharpest tool, in the shed - he forgot to turn the P.A. system off, "Why’d you have to wear pants?" He sighed at that, but it was playfully disappointed rather than actually disappointed. But lowkey… he was a little disappointed.

"I want you to work for your meal." In the confines of the small office, Blair quickly turned from prey to predator. She wasn’t some naive girl who didn’t know how boys were, but a woman who knew exactly what she wanted from a man. A minx. She grabbed a fist full of his shirt, pulling him close so their bodies pressed together. "And I’m not fast food," she purred, her lips so close to his that when she spoke they brushed ever so slightly.

Blair trailed her lips along his jaw and down his neck, stopping at his shirt collar when her gaze fell to his hand still holding the P.A. button. "Boys," she scoffed softly under her breath as she took his hand off the button and placed it upon her chest. "I hope you’re not expecting this to be over quickly."

Ah, she was a feisty one. Dominant, too. It’s a bit awkward for him, but it was also a blessing. Nicholas didn’t want to think about anything - if he even thought at all. In fact, he didn’t even notice that she removed his hand from the PA system button, only that it was now on her chest and he was happy about that. "We have a couple hours." He seized her hair at the back of her head and gently tugged it back to expose her neck, "I’ll try my best to leave you intact for training." It wasn’t a promise that he was likely to fulfill.

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Only the gods know how much time was spent in the P.A. office, but it smelled like sex. Whatever was on the counter was on the floor to make room for two worn-out Demigods. Sleep after physical excursion was only logical.

Unlike Nick, who fell asleep shortly after finishing, Blair just laid on the table looking up at the ceiling. In her typical fashion, whenever she was faced with situations she had no control over or didn’t like, she’d backpedal into one of her vices, sex in particular. For her, it was a coping mechanism. She didn’t have control over her life, but she could have control when it came to her sex life. It wouldn’t make sense to many people, but it was the weird sort of fucked up way she functioned. And it worked.

Nick rolled over and ended up on the floor with a loud “bang”, which was followed by an audible groan. "Shi--...," he started to curse but let it trail off as he rubbed his face, rolled onto his back, and pulled himself up to his feet. When the haze of being tired eventually cleared up, he looked at the small clock mounted on the wall just above the P.A. system.

4:23 pm. "Ah, shit," he cursed while running a hand through his long messy hair, and began to dress. In the midst of all this, he would toss some items of clothing onto Blair. "We gotta go."

Blair was barely able to hop off the table before Nick started throwing clothes at her. She caught the first couple of pieces. "Alright, Jesus," she grumbled as she tried to juggle the clothes in her hands and catch whatever else he tossed. She managed to hook her bra on her finger, but things began to slip from her grasp. She set the pile down on the table as she started pulling on her undergarments. "I don’t think daddy is going to kill you for being a little late."

"Have you met Poseidon?" He’d wait for her, as it was only natural not to leave a woman cold after sex. Even women like Blair. Since she wasn’t adept on her feet, or so she claimed, he grabbed her wrist and pulled them both into a light jog toward the arena.

Blair had just barely pulled on her pants when he took her hand and dragged her out of the office. At the rate he was going, she just barely managed to scoop up her purse and cardigan. She definitely was not the running or jogging type and punctuality was not something she worried herself over. Blair was more of the fashionably late-type, not the rush to grab a taxi type. Halfway there she scoffed and jerked her arm free.

If Nick wanted to race to the arena like an idiot he could, but sex was enough physical excursion. Especially if he planned on her training. That was a whole other battle. So rather than wearing herself out any further, Blair freed herself of the meathead and took her own sweet time getting there. She saw what direction he headed in, so it was easy enough to follow while she adjusted her appearance to look a little more presentable… as much as possible anyway.

Nicholas made it to the arena with Blair not trailing too far behind. He had gotten dressed in everything but his shirt, but as a beach boy, he hardly cared. He had some scars and a large tattoo on his right side. Otherwise, he was a very typical musclehead - all brawn, and as Blair figured out, no brain. At least, no brain for intellectual stuff like books and shit. He didn’t need all that when he knew that his place would eventually be alongside his biological father.

Once Blair arrived, she made her way over to the stands and took a seat. And in typical snobby girl fashion, she put on her sunglasses and a resting bitch face. She crossed her right leg over her left as she sifted through her purse for a sucker. Strawberry, her favorite. She plucked the wrapper off the candy and then placed it between her lips. Perhaps giving Nick the best sex of his life and disappearing into the crowd would get her out of training. She could hope.

He tried to place himself in a place where he could be heard at all, which wasn’t hard because he could certainly bellow his voice to command attention. "As I stated before, I am Nicholas Bower, son of Poseidon. As you’ve heard, I will be assisting you all in your training. The gods have all agreed that Camp Athens has ventured away from its original purpose," he scratched the back of his neck as he parroted the words he was given to relay. "Before I get to training, I do have to update you all on the status of the Valis children. They won't be returning to camp. I wasn’t given any other info. Just relaying the deets… So there it is." He gave everyone his notorious finger guns gesture at that.

With that out of the way, he smirked, "With that out of the way, welcome to the training arena." He held his arms out to gesture to the massive structure. "It has magical properties that allow observers to be unaffected by powerful influences and/or abilities. So, you can go ham on each other in here." He shook his head from side to side, then jabbed an index finger toward them all, "No killing. No harm to life, limb, or eyesight. Yadda yadda. Healers will be on standby."

Nicholas paused to give everyone a moment to digest everything before he continued, "The arena’s unique property allows it to transform into an environment best suited for the pair of demigods. That means, unless a gladiatorial style arena best suits both of you, this empty space will not be your environment. All weapons, elements, and anything else both Demigods might need, will be provided for you. Though if you have your own weapons, you are welcome to bring them with you."

He stopped because he had to think about everything that he could possibly be missing. He pointed a finger up in the air, "We are going to see where you’re at in terms of Demigod skills, so our first training is a spar. To avoid favoritism, the pairings will be random. So, everyone come and grab a token." He produced a pouch (which he was honestly surprised he remembered), and shook it. He reached in and pulled a blue one, then handed it to the next Demigod for the drawing. "If you grab a blue one, you’ll join me in the arena for the first dual."

Blair scoffed, rolling her eyes as she moved to her feet. She held the lollipop in her mouth as she wormed her way past other campers to grab her token and be done with it. She didn’t bother with the pomp and circumstance of digging around to find what token spoke spoke to her. Her fingers tightened on the first piece she felt and pulled it out to find that she had silver. Well, at least she wasn’t first. Silver lining she supposed. Blair tucked the token into her pocket before returning to her seat.

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Of all the voices to emerge from a sweet looking thing, Lochlan wasn't expecting one so scratchy and hoarse. The shock was visible but fleeting on his face. People couldn't really help what they sounded like after all and she looked to be having her own tough time, hearing herself, even dropping her valuable.

The more Lochlan watched and waited for the conversation to continue, the more he saw how emotional Iliana was getting over it. Something was seriously wrong here.

"I . . . can . . . talk . . . . how?" She said it so faintly, Lochlan was only lucky to be close and not be making sound over her. Evidently she was talking to herself about it but she seemed seriously distressed.

"It's - " Before he could assure her how totally normal it was to actually talk and be verbal, an announcement rang out causing him to inhale deeply. This girl was far more interesting than some mandatory inconvenient exercise and speech. The announcement also caused Iliana to break contact with him. But as the PA system continued, his bothered attitude blended with intrigue. Juicy, but the timing was still inconvenient.

"I want you to work for your meal. And I'm not fast food." Then a sudden punch to his gut making him nauseous. He cringed and rubbed his face although that wouldn't really erase what he heard. Er Blair, over the PA system, really.

After the conclusion of that monstrosity, Iliana snapped her head back in his direction looking frightened and anxious as ever. "The . . . hall . . . . . is that . . . way," she pointed in the direction vaguely. Then took off running.

Lochlan watched her go. "Skittish," he muttered. He never intended to scare the girl. But he was intrigued in what he was missing about her which seemed a whole lot.

Camp got better as he wandered about in the vague direction of the hall. There were lookers. The camp seemed large and a little more classy than the low-end shacks and battling nature he first envisioned. Instead, there were stables, an apparent designated training arena, a hall full of varieties of foods. He nodded a little in approval. It could be better if there was service for him. Someone had to set out the food after all so he swivelled around into the kitchens to see what this place could offer him. Instead of maids or people in neutral colors with hair nets, he saw a red-head washing the dishes and she looked to be working alone at that.

"I should have brought a shoe," he commented, setting his eyes on the ground with a small smile and slowly shuffled up to the benchtop where she was stationed to lean against it.

Lochlan was sure to look at the behind the scenes of the hall and kitchen work before looking at her again. She'd have a mountain of dishes to do, accumulating the ones left outside and everyone who hasn't eaten yet. He felt for the gorgeous Cinderella, so much so he had a fleeting thought to help. But he had never done dishes in his life and he wasn't going to start now. "You can take off and I can cover for you. Say there was some emergency or you weren't feeling well."

At least he had offered to save a damsel from her chores. First impressions were certainly impactful and meaningful. Not quite everything, but close. He supposed with a training session coming up and seeing everyone in one vicinity, he should get to know the place or at least one person. "I'm Lochlan." He held out a hand keeping his smile warm and friendly for now. Depending how things went in the kitchen, it'd determine whether he'd explore alone or with a tour guide.

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They were advised to get changed so that's what Lochlan did. He returned to his cabin and changed into active wear and followed where the people drifted. There was some essential low trodden walk to it and he wasn't let down when they led him directly to the arena. Lochlan felt like there should have been some trumpets or drums or something to add to the atmosphere. But it was still pretty cool. He had a moment's pause to decided where to sit and chose the half-familiar redhead. He flashed her a smile before sitting beside her.

Lochlan shifted a little trying to get comfortable on this kind of seating as he listened to what kind of shit storm camp had people spar just because. Was this some military/warrior in training camp thing? Lochlan filed up with the others to pick out a randomized token and returned to his seat. Pretty soon he was about to see what it was all about. He had probably never been as attentive and invested in his life.

This girl stepped up to face Nick. She wasn't scrawny but she wasn't much next to him, yet most treated it like another Monday. "Is this even legal?" he leaned close to his company but kept his eyes ahead. He had been through a scrap in his time but never against a girl.

He watched it like it was the best live action movie ever. Eyes widening in amazement, creeping to the edge of his seat. At the conclusion he was half tempted to applaud the show. But he could read a room. Or an arena anyway. Besides he had to arch an intrigued brow and smirk at Blair teasingly when her latest boytoy returned to her without hesitance to be coddled. She might have hooked a clingy one and that was always amusing.

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As his heritage came out and a few extra comments on the side, Evelyn felt a brief wave of guilt and regret of her first impression of the son of Poseidon. Not that he particularly deserved to be treated differently but slightly kinder since he didn’t look like he signed up for the role his father laid upon him. As 'babysitter'. At least he managed to have a sense of humour and slink back into casual conversation with ease. Evelyn was able to mirror that because of his accessibility, letting herself loosen up and indulge his behaviour.

“Maybe next time we can exchange names?” How did that escape them? It seemed backwards to have a glimpse at each other’s character then introduce - or as he painted, exchange names. But that was definitely doable. A name was such a big part of identity.

“Next time,” she mused quietly, playfully and stubbornly. Potentially to herself as they were both off to tend to their own days anyway.

Hers was made of bashing dishes, then packing them away a bit more delicately. For somebody usually so self-aware, it irked her to bits that she couldn’t shake the frustration and disappointment and reoccurring denial. She was smarter and better than this. Although, extra content to a certain announcement forced her to question her judgement yet again. Pity. She thought the son of Poseidon was above primal.

The dishes were an ever-growing pile to be collected and cleaned, but her mind was in other places causing her to carry out the duty absent-mindedly. “I should have brought a shoe.”

Evelyn was startled at first, turning wide-eyed at the sudden company, lips slightly apart then actually paid attention to the labour done and ahead. Though the line was cheesy, she decided to be pleasant and smiled, taking in a breath. “Maybe. Quite the work, but someone has to do it.”

There was a moment’s silence but it didn’t feel awkward or off, especially as she kept her hands busy continuing her chore, sparing glances now and then at the handsome stranger. “You can take off and I can cover for you. Say there was some emergency or you weren’t feeling well.”

Her eyes darted to him. It was unwarranted and kind...Not overly so...it was how some people bonded she supposed, but something didn’t sit entirely right. Why did it feel like another devil perched on the counter by her? “I’ve already come so far. It’d be a shame if somebody else swooped in to take the credit from me.” Evelyn smirked on cue.

“I’m Lochlan.” He held out a hand, warm smile in place.

Evelyn matched his expression placing her hand in his. “Evelyn.” She searched between his stunning blue eyes. While it could have come off as checking him out, and no harm was done there because he was handsome, she was mainly disappointed her powers couldn’t imprint a word of what other demigods were thinking.

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She had sat herself down in the arena not caring where she sat or who she was surrounded by. There was no strategy to it and there was no point getting comfortable with a training exercise due. However, a body appearing beside her did make her glance up to the company. Evelyn mirrored Lochlan’s smile again then listened attentively to Nicholas who spoke centre stage. Her hands entwined, squeezing themselves gently. A spar exercise, chosen by chance. She briefly wondered how much Nicholas controlled or if he was just the voicebox of the gods exercise.

Like everyone, she drifted forward to collect a token. Only once everyone settled did she glance down to acknowledge its color. She sighed out to herself clutching her token in her hand then looked forward for the first battle. “Is this even legal?”

How new was this guy? Before she could snigger to him what world he came from, she realized his logic/belief was more of the norm. One that typically would have aligned with hers. Evelyn nodded grimly. “I’m afraid so.” She didn’t bother to expand or justify that it was ‘okay’ because they all had power and some women, or even, smaller demigods could handle themselves. Because all in all, especially with tensions high, sparring, even in a controlled environment, wasn’t what they needed.

She watched Andy and Nick's demonstration. The two were fine combatants and solid executors of their powers. She had to wonder how much they held back and how much they gave. Her hands fell together again and index fingers came up to her lips watching and waiting in anxiety for her turn. Andy came out the victor. They'd be a tough act to follow as far as a spectacle and a good spar went.

Then Mason marched forward next, yellow token held high to signal he was undoubtedly ready. Evelyn’s breath hitched a little glancing down to her duplicate. She didn’t know him beyond his name, that he was a son of Hades and that he had issues making way for so much hate in his bones. Where that became her problem was that it likely meant he’d be remorseless. And he looked extra tense today. Evelyn accepted her role as his opponent, shuffling to meet him in the arena. They'd have to forgive her lack of enthusiasm.

Still, it didn't mean she wouldn't try.

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His opponent was one of those ones that looked like they wouldn’t hurt an insect. Evelyn or something like that. He always found these kinds of public and essential training exercises unfair to the more gentle of heart and lacking muscle mass. But it didn’t matter, the sooner they wrapped this up the better. And he wasn’t the asshole that made them spar.

The arena went black, obscuring the sky above them mimicking the darkest night, meanwhile some foreign airborne glows were littered along the arena. A twisted compensation of what both demigods wanted, mainly countering Mason's utter advantage. He wanted darkness and seclusion. Evelyn wanted sabotage: light, familiarity and the chance of aid/witnesses.

Mason started off using geokinesis. At least that's what he was aiming for when he put his hand on the ground. Nothing happened. "Come on," he growled. He had practised it in the Underworld and hadn't got to since returning to camp but he owed this place nothing. He'd happily bring the whole thing down. Finally a tremor came from within the ground. Mason clenched his fist and hit down once evoking the earth to shudder violently until it started cracking open heading for Evelyn.

Running was the instinctual option. As she took off, she quickly realized it was a chase with no guarantee of end in sight. She had to stop it. She had to get in range of Mason. All the while she could feel her heels sinking as the earth gave way. Evelyn sprang away for one last leap of safety that she fell short of. One leg collapsed heavily on the ground while the other dangled into nothingness. She winced and pulled herself out of the hole.

It came to an abrupt halt being far more draining than he remembered. That, plus he was under instructions not to be lethal or leave people limbless or whatever else. Besides, he had nothing personal against the girl. She did nothing to warrant having her bones crushed under rubble and debris. He just wanted it to be done with. Mason checked on his sore victim. "Time for you to tap out." She made no sign of surrender or forfeiting. Mason nudged her with his boot. The hole remained close and she could easily face death in real circumstances if Mason kicked her. Instead, Mason sighed out and squatted down pulling a knife from his belt.

She still made no sign of acknowledging her predicament, face masked by her hair, panting and gripping her leg on the ground.

Mason tugged on her hair to have clear exposure to her throat. "Don't want you to end up in Eris's pile again do we?" he whispered for only her to hear.

Evelyn gasped as her hair was pulled. What he said struck a cocktail of fear and spite in her. Her hands went for the blade, cursing it to scorch its wielder. Mason dropped the blade with an expletive. Evelyn quickly propped up to lay both hands on him, robbing his senses from him, though demigods were a more resilient species, it would have taken more of a gradual decline but as long as her powers were implanted.

Everything became unfocused, his vision blurry, hearing faded, even his hands and feet felt lighter..detached almost. This time Mason was the one stunned, blinking several times and falling back in this foreign world. He shook his head and hit Evelyn's arms away then threw a hand out in her direction.

Mason didn't physically hit her but a dark force sent her hurling back, breaking the extent of her spell. It took both contestants a moment to regain their composure. Evelyn climbed to her feet slowly, coughing, smart enough to have her eyes set on the opponent at least, while Mason adjusted to his dithered senses climbing to his feet too. For a moment the two seemed to only stare at each other on opposite ends then Mason slunk into shadow, disappearing.

She could only watch darkness envelop him before he disappeared entirely. There was nothing she hated more than losing sight of the opponent and she flexed her fingers, sharpening her own senses and looking around her waiting for the next angle of attack.

He appeared behind her, and before Evelyn could take a swing - and try she did - whether to strike him or hinder him in any way her powers would allow, even she was unsure, Mason clasped her wrist tightly. The way the tiny spectacles of light
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Next, Mason got a bit experimentative touching her in the way he would humans for the death touch. "Why don't you make it easier and surrender. Dont struggle."

Evelyn gasped again as a cruel and cold feeling crept through her body. She began to turn pale and her limbs began to turn weak as energy left her body. “It's instincts.” She reached for him by any means she could and clawed into him and induced him with pain. Everything would ache and burn, invading him.

Mason yelled out dropping to his knees and forearms as he was flooded over with pain. It felt like his own body was attacking him from the inside. He grunted and growled.

Likewise, Evelyn followed to the ground as Mason's death grip was her only support. She collapsed to her knees limply panting as if she couldn't get enough oxygen. She kept a fist clenched for as long as she could to keep Mason writhing in pain, while Mason stared with a deathly promise in his eyes as his nose flared. She was only spared his gaze when he yelled out again. Then her hand fell open and she slumped forward. At a state of utter helplessness.

Determined beyond belief, once that pain lifted even the slightest, Mason was about to go for the final lunge. But in that same split second, the arena returned to its original state. It must have read Evelyn was already at mercy. He took a second sitting there catching his breath as finally all the pain subsided. He looked to the red head then away shaking his head to himself. She was supposed to be easy. He'd probably not underestimate her again.

Mason got to his feet and reluctantly approached and held out a hand for her.

She took his hand and leverage to rise, simply nodding her weary head to him. Indeed, the effects were passing but that plus the adrenaline of being in such a highly stressful situation had her feeling disorientated for a moment. It was all so fast and bizarre.

Mason returned to his seat on his lonesome, while Evelyn headed in her own direction without a word. Her more extroverted company would have to let her wrap her head around the spar and what she could take away from Mason. He was an aggressive fighter, had his own pent up emotions and difficulties and she feared for herself during the battle, but it seemed he had restraint. And was oddly decent enough to help her to her feet. Where did he seat in allegiance?