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Liam O'Connor

The Bruiser

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

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xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ m o n i k e r (s) || None to note.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ a g e || Twenty-two.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ g e n d e r || Male

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ p l a c exxo fxxo r i g i n || Wexford, Ireland

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ s e x u a l i t y || Heterosexual

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ r e l a t i o n s h i pxxs t a t u s || Single, uninterested.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ r a c e || Demigod.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ p a r e n t || Ares.


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Image§ e y e s || Bluish-Green

§ h a i r || Shaggy Brown

§ h e i g h t || 6' 7"

§ w e i g h t || 290-310 lbs

§ s k i n || Tan

§ s c a r s || Riddled with them. There is a noticeable stab wound at the left waist, and it was obvious, at some point, that he had a deep gash on his right shoulder. The man wears his scars like trophies of a life well-fought for.

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§ d e s c r i p t i o n || Tall, brawny, intimidating; he towers over almost everyone he meets, and uses that to his advantage. While he might not be too book smart, his rippling physique dominates the battlefield. What do you need a brain for when your muscles have muscles? No one. He's blessed with sun-tanned skin, a hard body, and a rugged appearance. He tries very little to be well-put together, opting for that five o'clock shadow that can easily turn into a full blown beard.

His attire is typically casual; t-shirts, jeans, a pair of gym shorts.




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§ Liam is genuinely as destructive emotionally as he is physically. If one is looking for a man that treats women like throwaways, thinks he's the Olympus' gift to the world, and has a generally nasty attitude - look no further. This is your guy. While the ladies might fall head over heels for him and his good looks, he's known to kick them out of bed in the morning and probably calls them the name of his last lay. If he ever puts himself in an emotional relationship, it is probably not a healthy one and tips eerily in the direction of being controlling and ruled by his way or the highway.

He's a man of vice and violence; drinking, smoking, illegal fight clubs. This is just the tip of the ice-burg, and what lies just beneath it is emotional insecurity and huge attachment issues. He's valorous and ready to put himself in the throws of danger, but there is no genuine cost to him. Nothing exists, or has existed in his past, that gives him a purpose other than this drive to live on the edge of death and in the pursuit of the next thrill.

Yet, who knows what could be in store for him. A place where he can be himself, where people might understand and know how to tame the feral beast, could give him something other than the cold reality of living to eventually die Not that he isn't okay with that - so long as he takes a few people with him.




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Image§ Liam's Ares given abilities allow him to conjure weapons on the fly. He also has a physique that is superior to even the most elite human athlete, and it only helps that his always conditioning himself and seeing how much further he can take his body. He knows that he is resilient, and while he carries scarring, it takes a lot of force to tear his skin. Lastly, he is a master of forcing his opponents to teem with rage - hoping that if they are invigorated with negative emotion, he might have a fair fight.

His biggest strength (or weakness, maybe) is that he's a go-getter. If he wants it, he gets it and he doesn't need anyone else to tell him otherwise. While he has certain vices that betray his lack of discipline over how often he seeks out the thrills of life, he has steadfast discipline regarding his body and his training. For better or worse, he is loyal to his side of whatever conflict he becomes a part of. He's willing to throw himself into the fray of battle as not only a master of navigating combat, but also as a leader or just a meat shield.

On the flip side, he has some massive weaknesses, and they primarily have to do with his inability to form a secure attachment with others. It seems impossible to find a way to be his friend because this severe lack of empathy gives him the inability to lie. While not lying might be a good thing, he is also honest to a fault. He tells everything how it is and beats around no bush. People find him frustrating - especially women. He's a monster, really. His social skills are bad, his way with women is awful, and his treatment of other men like they are the dirt beneath his big feet leaves him very much alone. He knows it, too, which makes him vulnerable to his own self-destructive ways.




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§ Liam had a violent up-bringing, and he never knew why exactly. Born in Wexford, Ireland, his mother stayed at home and took care of him while his dad worked in fields. They'd eventually move to America, settling in New York, where his step-father soon realized that the American Dream was hardly in his sight. They did not have much money, and they lived in a rundown apartment. The schools were rough, the streets were even more so.

As Liam grew up, his teenage years saw a surge if violence. After his step-dad was fatally shot during a burglary gone awry at his place of business, he had to take on surly means of bringing in money. He had a new baby sister to help take care of, and he was determined to bring his family to a place that was safe. In order to do that, though, he needed money. His physique and superior athleticism earned him a name in an underground fighting ring at the good ol' age of seventeen. He dropped out of high school years before that to work, and that was that.

His life spiraled downward rather quickly. He made the money he needed to move his family out into a better part of New York, but he was addicted to living on the edge of living and dying. He became overjoyed and satisfied by the idea of violence, and he delved deep into the abyss of fighting, terrible vices, and just being an all-around unbearable person. His true father finally showed his face, which just pissed him off more, as he was soon carted off to Camp Athens.

He's not happy to be here.

So begins...

Liam O'Connor's Story

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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"Yeah." Mason's voice was quiet. He didn't want to admit it anymore than Andy did. "Daniel okay?" He changed the subject, which she didn't know if she was happy about or not.

She never got the chance to respond regardless. Mason's name was called next and subconsciously her hand gripped tighter to his. He unhooked his fingers from hers as he stood. Andy let him, but only to avoid further wrath from the Gods. She didn't want him to go. She saw what it was doing to everyone and she wanted to keep him, Trinity and even herself from experiencing it. But they had no choice.

"It's going to be okay." A lie. No one was ok when they came back out.

Andy curled in on herself as her anxiety only seemed to rise. She crossed one leg over the other. Her left held her abdomen while she chewed on her right thumbnail. With every step Mason took closer to the arch her leg bounced furiously. Somehow she was more scared of what he'd see in there than her inevitable trial. Andy and Mason's relationship was rocky at best. It finally seemed like they had reached stable ground. She was terrified whatever would happen in there could undo everything.

She was silent, almost holding her breath as Mason entered the illusion. Andy's brows furrowed as a vision of herself came to life in his trial. But then there was Ajax... And a child. Her heart sank as her gaze fell back to Mason. He couldn't bear to look at it. She just sat there and watched him, watched his sadness and pain. Gods she hated this. What was worse? Being stuck in your own worst nightmares? Or the people you care about in their nightmares as you watch helplessly? This was all its own new breed of hell.

Then the crash of lightning made her flinch. For a moment Andy could have swore she felt the pain all over again. It was hard for her to watch, each bolt sent a chill down her back. But the fight ended as quickly as it began leaving Mason on his knees with a sword at his neck. She knew he wasn't going to die. She saw enough of the other demigods face their own demise within the illusions. That didn't stop her from wanting to jump up from her seat and go after Alex. But she was frozen in place. There was nothing she could do. Andy turned her head away, flinching as the sword swung down. She waited a long moment as a single tear rolled down her cheek before looking back toward the arena, finding Mason unharmed... Or, alive at least.

Andy's gaze didn't leave him as he returned to the stands. Mason didn't sit beside her though. It seemed he sat almost as far away as possible. For only a brief second he looked toward her. She wanted to beckon him closer, or perhaps go join him. But his gaze fell and he didn't move closer. Neither did she.

Then, as if to add insult to injury, Trinity was called next. Andy tried her best to give her friend a brave smile but it was sympathetic more than anything. At first it was a blood bath, but at Trinity's own hands. She had a bloodlust that made Andy thankful to not be on the opposing side of the blonde. It was an interesting trial, but so far nothing that seemed overly scarring. That was until Theo and Wes emerged. First the pair fought each other until Trin got their attention.

"What are you doing?" Andy whispered under her breath. Trinity should have let the men fight, but now she had no choice but to take them on herself. First she handled Theo, pinning him to the ground with an arrow or two, but that left Wes. Andy's stomach twisted as she watched the lovers fight. She already knew how it'd end before it did and opted not to watch.

When Trinity returned to her seat, Andy did the only thing she could think of. Without a word or a sideways glance, she reached out and took her friend's hand in hers. They sat there in silence, stoic like statues as the next trial commenced. In the blink of an eye her attention drifted as all the possibilities of what she could face inside flashed through her mind. Trinity was one of the strongest people she knew and seeing her broken only frightened Andy more. They were getting to the end which only seemed to make her nerves worse.

Andy only managed to look up when she heard her own voice. No matter how many times she saw herself in these illusions it didn't make it any easier. Theo's trial felt like a strange deja vu, but not. This time everyone relied on him for guidance. Then one by one they died. Her hand tightened around Trinity's as Wes died before their eyes for a third time that day. Suicide, his lover's blade and monsters. She could only imagine how hard that was to watch.

"Andromeda Bolton."

Her heart skipped a beat. Andy looked around at the demigods scattered throughout the arena like her name being called was an accident. But it wasn't. It was only herself and Liam left. She took a deep breath and gave Trinity's hand one final squeeze before moving to her feet. She found herself looking back towards Daniel and Mason for some amount of reassurance although nothing would help. Rather than hesitate, when Andy reached the archway her pace quickened and she entered it head first. The sooner in, the sooner out.

It was dark, nearly pitch black, aside from a feint glow emitting from the far end of the corridor. She was in a cavern of some sort, not man made but not quite natural either. The deeper Andy wondered the more her heart raced. Like a breeze, voices no louder than whispers swept past her, inaudible but pleading. It all felt familiar, but sickeningly so. She wanted to turn back, but the path behind her seemed darker and more daunting. She escaped the Underworld before, she could do it again. Just follow the light.

The cave slowly began to widen. Andy's pace quickened until she was running towards the light. The corridor opened to reveal a large room that still managed to feel claustrophobic. There was barely enough light to see the surrounding walls. And unmoving in the center, like an ominous demon, stood Hades, cloaked in black with a sick grin. "Miss Bolton, good to see you."

"No..." Andy shook her head before she turned around and tried to exit the way she came. But behind her was no path, just another rock wall like those around the room. She groaned out of aggravation and punched the wall. "No. No. No." Her voice pleaded like she was trying to wake herself up from a cruel nightmare.

"What's the rush? You only just arrived." Hades slowly approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

The brief contact of their skin made memories of her last time in the Underworld flash before her eyes. The cold, dark and damp. The torture at the God's own hands. It plagued her nightmares every night, but this wasn't a dream. She couldn't wake herself. Andy slipped from his grasp and shoved Hades backwards. "Don't touch me!"

"Come now? Can't we be civilized?" He held out his hand in a slight surrendering gesture.

Andy backed away until she was butt up against the wall with no where to go. "What do you want?"

Hades sighed, giving up the game of trying to remain polite and cordial. "We have a score to settle," he said nonchalantly as he cupped his hands behind his back.

Her brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

The God diverted towards her, stopping a foot away from her, pointing an index finger. "Don't play coy with me. A deal was struck. Your life in exchange for that pathetic Valis boy."

"I..." Andy searched for the words but came up blank. She had no argument. It was a fair trade. And she would have remained there if it wasn't for...

Hades cut her off her train of thought as he took a hold of her jaw and pressed her head back into the wall. "I didn't have you for a day before my stupid son stuck his nose where it didn't belong. He's soft. Like his mother." He released her face with a shove, nearly knocking her to the ground. He began to pace angrily. His steps echoed off the walls masking the whispers of the lost souls. "You owe me a debt and I demand payment." He turned to face Andy and pointed toward the ground. "Now!"

With the boom of his voice, torches appeared illuminating the room. The flames grew as two gallows materialized in the center of the chamber behind Hades. Two nooses swung free absent a hangman. "A life for a life? That was the original bargain, was it not?" He approached her and took hold of the back of her neck, forcefully leading her to the center of the room.

"Let go of me!" Andy fought against his hold, but Hades's grasp was tight. Each time she squirmed his fingers constricted.

"You will choose!" He shoved her forward, causing Andy to stumble and fall to her knees. When she looked up the nooses that were once empty were then occupied. On the gallows to the right stood Ajax and on the left, Mason. The rope was tight around their throats with their hands tied behind their backs. Both mumbled through their gags and fount their restraints as they locked eyes with Andy.

The panic instantly set in. Tears fell from her eyes. Andy's chest constricted as she gasped for air, unable to breathe. She turned towards Hades, groveling on her hands and knees. "No. P-please," she begged through struggled breaths. "Kill me! Take me! I'll do whatever you want. I won't leave! I won't fight!" She held her hands up above her head, wrists together in surrender.

Hades slowly crouched down to meet her eye to eye. "You already promised me your life in exchange for one of their's and you broke that promise. Your life is not worth two. I want you to suffer for crossing me. You will live. And a day won't go by where you don't think about the life you ended because of your misdeeds." He stood back upright, pushing off his knees. "So... Who will it be? The man you sacrificed yourself for? Or the man who saved you?"

Andy nearly doubled over as she began to sob. "Please..." She sounded defeated. Her voice barely louder than a whisper.

"You will choose... Or I shall kill them both!" The God raised his hand, motioning his fingers towards the gallows.

The sound of struggling and thrashing made Andy whip her head around. Before her eyes the ropes tightened around Mason's and Ajax's throats, and began to lift them off the ground. "No!" she screamed as she scrambled to her feet and ran towards the wooden platforms.

Hades snapped and the two men landed back on their feet. "Then choose!"

Andy remained frozen where she stood. Her chest heaved with every breath on the edge of hyperventilating. Her eyes shifted back and forth between the two. Ajax's own gaze was soft. There was no begging or fear. It was like he already knew she would pick him and he was trying to sooth her through a single glance. But Mason... He didn't dare look at her at all. His eyes were fixed on his father. A death glare. He looked as though he had accepted his fate and was ready to die, his only regret being he couldn't take Hades with him.

She had to choose. There was no other way. She was in Hades's domain... And so were they. Andy was out powered and out matched. It wasn't fair, none of it. While the time that passed might have only felt like a few minutes, to her it was an eternity. A lifetime of memories passed before her eyes. Memories of Ajax and memories of Mason, the good and the bad. All of it, every moment. She tried to weigh the two choices, to come to a decision logically. But no matter how many times she went over it, her heart over ruled her head. She knew from the moment they appeared before her. There was one she instinctually wanted to run to and save. It was there all along. Her head fell as she let out a sob in defeat.

Hades slowly walked up behind her and spoke quietly. "You've chosen?"

Under her breath, not even loud enough to be a whisper, Andy said the name. That doomed name of someone she cared about, destined to die. She dared not say it louder, nor would she watch it happen. It was done. She chose. That was the end of it.

"By your lead," Hades motioned his hands towards the gallows, signaling that she would be the one to do the deed.

It was like a punch to the gut. She felt like the wind was knocked out of her. "Please..." Andy begged once more, this time looking into the God's eyes. But there was no remorse, no pity. Just anger.

"If I have to repeat myself once more... I'll kill your brother too."

"Fuck!" She cried out in defeat and anger, before burying her face in her hands.

Somehow, Andy forced herself to move, before Hades could threaten anyone else in her life. She ascended the wooden stairs of the scaffold in a haze. With every step she tried to think of a way out of it, but in the end nothing would work. He was a God. She couldn't beat that no matter how hard she tried. It'd only get more people killed. A trembling hand reached out to grab the lever and she froze. She took a deep breath and looked over at her victim. "I'm sorry, Ajax." She prayed Zeus would show up in the nick of time.

Andy closed her eyes and turned her head away as she pulled the lever. Then there was the sound of a trap door opening and thrashing. She looked over to find Ajax still standing beside her, but in the distance Mason dangled from the rope, writhing like a fish out of water. "No!" She screamed as she leapt from the platform and stumbled into her landing. She scrambled to her feet and sprinted towards Mason. She tried to support his weight best she could, but couldn't hold him and remove the noose. She conjured a knife and quickly hacked at the rope until it snapped.

Mason's limp body collapsed to the ground, taking Andy down with it. He was already dead. Anyone else would have seen it. But Andy was in a furious haze. She quickly moved to his side and pulled the noose from around his neck. "Mason?!" Her voice cracked as she said his name. She leaned down to listen for a heart beat and started giving him chest compressions. But when she finally looked back at him, blank eyes glazed over stared up at the ceiling.

Hades chuckled as he disappeared in a puff of smoke. Andy tried to pull Mason into her lap, but as she reached for him her hands passed straight through him. He vanished right before her eyes. "No. No. NO!" She let out a blood curdling scream as she frantically dug at the dirt trying to bring him back.

Andy kept digging, covering herself in dirt, the dust clinging to the tear trails on her cheeks. She didn't stop, not until a gentle hand reached out and touched her shoulder. "...Andromeda."

She pulled away quickly, looking over her shoulder to find her Hecate looking down at her with, what almost looked like, concern in her eyes. Andy quickly moved to her feet when reality set back in. Her gaze quickly searched the crown until she saw Mason sitting there. Then, and only then, was she able to finally breathe, taking in a sharp breath like she had nearly been suffocating. She looked back at her mother with a sad and angry gaze that said everything she didn't need to. She wasted no time finding her way to the stands, taking a seat that was closest to the exit. She wanted nothing more than to be out of there as soon as possible.

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Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Heath Taylor
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Liam watched in forced silence and invisible bondage; impossibly still from his restraints, the powers of the Gods ensuring that his rage did not overwhelm the others. He boiled. Not only would everyone blame him for what they are going through, but he couldn’t even control his own emotions. His fuse was ungodly short; a hair away from exploding or imploding, whichever came first.

Most of the Trials did not overly excite him, though some piqued his emotion which were prickling at his skin. When his half-sister was up, he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. They weren’t family-family, whatever that was. Yet something about it rose his blood, if it could have possibly risen to any higher temperature than it already was.

There it was - Ares children, displayed like beasts, killers, pit against their loved ones as if they had no right to that emotion. The collar of Ares was strapped tight to their throats; the leash just long enough to reach something good, only for them to be yanked back into their place. It wasn’t fair to either of them. By this time, words could no longer describe the way he felt. He didn’t like to see how defeated his half-sister looked; like some sort of undeserving animal under Ares’ thumb. If one thread of his restraints would unwind, he’d end up spiraling downward hard.

The last Trial before his was to come was Andy’s. He didn’t know her very well, either, nor did he know anything about the Ajax and Mason situation. Again - the gods sewed more doubt into relationships that might have been stable had they not been the children of shitty parents.

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Liam did not just have skeletons in his closet; he had demons. If anyone looked into that abyss, they'd find that monster looking back at them. That monster was him, Liam. It was evident that he didn't want anyone to view his life, especially Sloane. If it had been any other day before he met her, then maybe he wouldn't care. It was his life. Yet, his life has become wrapped up in her life, and vice versa, which made this whole exposure so... nerve-wracking. That says a lot because Liam wasn't scared of shit. Not until the very moment that his name was called.

He looked up but remained in his seat; unable to speak or move at will, only to glare at the gods as they are so righteously seated with their judgemental eyes. It didn't matter, though. The powers that be, from the gods (whichever it might have been), forced his body up. That same feminine whisper played through his mind, urging him forward. He looked like an inmate being walked to his execution; solemn like it was his last day on Earth. His physical body struggled with the godly command cast upon him, but it wouldn't have done much more than amuse whoever's strings were attached to his limbs.

Before he stepped through the archway, he looked up at Sloane. If he could speak, he would probably apologize for what was about to play out. This was probably going to be the last time he could look her in the face, and maybe even the last that she'd want to look at him. Then, as if pushed by an invisible hand, the beast was shoved through the portal into his darkness.

Little to his knowledge, a little more godly magic would work into his trial. Where it might have done him better to have context into the scenery, a little background into the tragic moments of his life, it would be all but absent. Only the monster would be displayed to the crowd of onlookers. That was true punishment - to let them know that Liam was nothing more than a brutish thug with a nasty pension for assaulting "helpless" people.

The scene that began to unravel was a much younger Liam - a boy that was barely 17-years old but looked like a fully grown adult. Without context into why he had blown up in this way, his mother was crying. The high schooler had flown into a fit of rage, and his mother had her back against the wall, clutching onto his baby sister for dear life. The woman's pose was one of a battered person; her body turning slightly away from him in an attempt to show him her back. That way he wouldn't accidentally attack the infant.

The emotions are strong in this scene; a fit of raw anger that was uncontrolled and devoid of all sense. He wasn't even human. The worst part was that he wanted to stop. Liam loved his mother and sister so much, but his anger was all-consuming and did not discriminate against loved ones and foes. He paced back and forth, his fists covered in bruises and blood, his hands clawing at his face as if his biggest fight was against himself right now.

He grabbed one of the chairs at the kitchen island and threw it at the wall just shy of his mother; the wood splintering, his mom screaming out for him to stop. The infant cried, naturally, due to the stress and the noise. It didn't help that Liam's own emotions penetrated even the little one, causing her to also become unsettled. The entire tiny apartment they lived in was a nasty wreck; he had torn up everything and every person.

And to anyone that was an animal lover, he had killed his mom's annoying cat. Its body laid on the floor in the living room area, which wasn't hard to see through the open-floor design of the impoverished residence.

When that one melted away, more scenes would emerge like a reel of all of his crimes and shitty behaviors. It looked like he just did as he pleased. He treated women like his bitches, even coming close to non consensual physical contact. He did lines of coke, beat men nearly to death in the ring, and generally disregarded everything and everyone he loved or cared for.

In the end, when his memories spat him back out into reality, he was just left with a lot of shame. Most of all, a lot of anger. Yes, he was guilty of a lot of unpleasant things in his life. He wasn't a good man. He never claimed to be, and never wanted to be. He had no reason to be decent. What pissed him off was a lack of context - that everything painted him as some sort of monster without any reason.

This forced him to relive the nightmare and the emotional pain that was losing his father, and that immediately opened the floodgates for resentment.

He could speak, though, as the gods couldn't quite leash him up fast enough, "I'm going to kill someone,". The rage that filled him from sole to crown permeated through Pulvinus. It would affect everyone; especially those more sensitive to emotion. He was free, and his eyes were painted over with some kind of thick red cloud, and he tried to run for Heath like a bull. He didn't even know who he was about to attack; only that it was someone.

Sort of getting within arm's reach of Heath, Poseidon stepped in and grabbed the brute. Liam had clearly lost all common sense. His eyes were glazed over with anger, and they were nearly red in hue. His body had become harder, veinier, like he had hulked out - which would be nearly a correct interpretation.

The bonds were replaced immediately, and the God of the Seas made his intent with Liam clear, "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."

With that, Liam was hauled away by several gods, and they dispelled the rage that once plagued the arena to be taken to Tartarus, as was promised.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Rae Meadows Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas
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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: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor 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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Tense... that is how Theo felt as he watched the last few trials. Andy's trial was as gut wrenching as anything before it, and it included at least one curious revelation. The way Theo felt at the moment, he was glad Ajax wasn't around to watch Andy's trial uncover where who her truly lied. Theo's curiosity peaked with Liam's trial. He didn't really know the guy, but it was clear to Theo that Liam had demons. The gods locking him up in Tartarus was bullshit in Theo's opinion. It wasn't like that was going to do any good for anyone. It was like poking a bear, and this bear was only going to get angrier. As the gods prepared to leave, Theo was careful not to make eye contact with his mother. He had no desire to talk to her at the moment. The way Theo saw the situation, none of this was fair to any of the young demigods. Their parents couldn't stay away from humans, barely played a role in raising most of them, threw them in this camp, asked them to fight a freaking war, and expected them not to go stir crazy. Of course all of them had emotional damage to deal with, and the pressure cooker environment was not ideal for overcoming inner demons. However, Theo also recognized that maybe this little event was what they needed to focus on what mattered. They needed to grow as warriors, but even more vital was that they grew stronger mentally. This might be a fresh start for the group.

Theo sat for a while, head hanging low, avoiding eye contact with anyone. He could hear people around him leaving the arena. He felt like he had been punched in the kidney. His biggest fears were exposed to everyone, and that was going to be stuck in his head as he carried on with his camp life. And then there was the matter of Trinity. Theo had held on to hope with her for a long time, but it was painstakingly obvious at this point that her heart was with Wes. Sorting out the emotional fallout of that fact was something Theo would have to wrestle with. Should he move on? Should he wait for her? How on earth was he going to talk to her about all of this? How did she feel right now being exposed like this? If there was one thing Theo knew, it was that Trinity hated letting people into her inner thoughts more than the rest of camp put together.

Theo finally looked up, careful to set his eyes straight for the exit. His instincts were screaming at him to get away from all of this, skip the fallout, go hunting. He knew that wasn't the right thing to do. He had to go through whatever struggle was coming in the next few days. Theo stood up, pacing towards the exit, not sure where he was going. He must have looked like a robot. For the first time in a long time, he felt uncomfortable in his own skin. As he took his first step outside, he paused for a moment to feel the sun on his skin. That felt normal. He finally let out a breath and caved to the urge to look back into the arena. Maybe Trinity was still there. He really should go talk to her, tell her it was okay for her to love Wes. He didn't ever want to stop her from being happy. They got so little joy these days, and she deserved that regardless of who it was with. Glancing from left to right, his gaze landed on Wes. The poor guy was just sitting there, looking completely shellshocked. Theo's head tilted as he took in the scene. Theo and Wes had never necessarily been friends, but he didn't dislike the son of Aphrodite. Wes was a good guy. Before Theo knew it, his legs were leading him back into the arena. He wasn't really thinking, and he certainly had no idea what he was going to say.

When he finally reached Wes, Theo stood there awkwardly for a moment, mind racing on how to go about starting this conversation. "Wes... can we talk?" Theo didn't really wait for him to respond. He sat down next to Wes nervously, hands together, elbows on his thighs, eyes to the ground. His words came out shakily as he pieced them together without much thought. "You might not really care what I have to say, but Trinity... Trinity is amazing. We both know that. She deserves to be happy. If that's going to be with you... well... I guess I'm just going to have to be okay with it. What we just saw made it pretty cut and dry how she feels. And it's not like you need my permission. I don't mean for it to sound like that. I just want you to know that I'm not going to get in the way of what Trinity wants or cause you any problems." Theo took a deep breath, letting all of that sink in. "Now that all of that is in the open, I hope we're cool. Keep her happy and just know that I've got your back. I have a feeling we're all going to need each other really soon."

Theo finally turned his head anxiously to look at Wes, gauging his reaction. He kind of felt bad now. He really just bombarded Wes with the heavy stuff, but Theo had to say it.

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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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Sloane was normally a composed and well-organized individual, but whatever part of her that was slipped away and was replaced with the trials. Over and over they played in her head. Every so often she blinked her eyes hard as if trying to wake up for a terrible nightmare or to erase the images from her head. She didn't fold her clothes but shoved them in the bag, wrinkles being the last thing on her mind. What had she gotten herself into? Where would she go? The questions plagued her mind, but no answers surfaced.

The sweet little puppy let out a soft whine before leaning against her bent knees. Sloane never understood how animals were so empathetic. Perhaps it was because her father never let her and Sylas have pets. Probably a good thing. She could only imagine the torment her brother would unleash on a sweet innocent animal. She sighed softly, letting her hand fall to Rocco's head, softly stroking his ears. She wanted to cry. Sloane could feel it welling up inside and constricting in her chest.

She took a deep breath trying to suppress... all of it. Sloane shoved the last bit of her clothes into the large duffle. It was so haphazardly packed, that sleeves and tights dangled out the opening. In a haze, she still tried to close the bag closed. Every few inches the zipper got caught on another piece of closing. She'd adjust. Try again. Adjust. Until she got fed up and let out a frustrated groan. Gods she was close to her breaking point. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach. Every frustration or sad expression from Rocco made her want to curl up into a ball on the ground and succumb to all of it. She wanted... someone but had no one. Her father was absent, mother demanding. Sylas was a monster and Liam didn't seem all that different at the moment. That was it. She had no one to blame but herself for being anti-social, but she never thought there would be a moment where she needed so desperately.

With a deep breath, Sloane pushed off the ground and moved to her feet. I can do this, she told herself. She reached down and grabbed the bag. It was nearly as big as she was and seemed to all but swallow her up when she hung it on her shoulder. "It's ok, Rocco," she said as she scooped up the pup into her shaky arms. "I'll figure this out." She nodded her head, more to herself, in reassurance. All the while the dog didn't have a single clue. He was happy to be held and go on an adventure. His tail wagged and whenever his face was close enough to Sloane's he gave her a big wet lick on the cheek.

Sloane wrote a quick note and left it on the counter for Liam. I took Rocco with me so he wasn't alone. I'll return him when you're back. She didn't sign her name nor muddy up the message with the tornado that was her own emotions. With nothing else holding her back, she slowly stepped out of the cabin, closing the door behind her.

Every step felt like she was trudging deeper into quicksand. She had no direction and no plan. Were there even empty cabins at camp? How in the hell would she know if she found one? All questions that she didn't bother herself with until she actually began searching. There was Trinity, but they talk all of twice? And while the girl would have most likely helped her, she wasn't the warmest... Which was only backed up when she saw the angry blonde storm across camp on a mission. So, that was a no. The only other idea that came to mind was Wes. He seemed nice enough. But she could only imagine the wrath she would incur from Trinity if she stayed with him. Another no.

There weren't many options. Sloane stopped in her tracks for a moment to adjust the bag on her shoulder. "The main hall wouldn't be so bad, right?" she asked softly, looking down at Rocco. The pup's ears perked up as the faint sound of music caught his attention. Before she could register what it was, her feet were already carrying her in that direction.

Slowly, she approached a cabin with loud, angry music blasting and the front door wide open. Sloane's brows furrowed slightly as she looked around for anyone who might have answered. But there was no one. Then briefly, through a window, she saw a tuft of red hair bobbing and dancing around the kitchen. Rae. She barely knew that girl either, not enough to impose. Yet, her feet carried her up the porch. Her body and mind were at war. Sloane wasn't the type of person to ask anyone for help, let alone someone she spoke to once. But her leg autonomously led her forward.

She slowly ascended the stairs and came to a halt in the entranceway. With her free hand, Sloane knocked on the door. But the sound fell on deaf ears, disappearing under the sound of the loud music. She didn't like entering people's homes uninvited but somehow found the strength to take a step through the threshold. She crossed the cabin until she finally stopped at the edge of the kitchen. Sloane was fine, strong until Rae turned and met her gaze. Then it was like one of those moments when you could be strong until someone asked you what was wrong and then it all came bubbling out. The tears built in her eyes, threatening to overflow as she spoke. "...I had nowhere else to go." Her eyes practically begged. Sloane looked and sounded desperate.

Sure, Rae seemed to have the outward emotional appearance of a slab of cold stone, but she could certainly pick up on someone else's. That's why, when she looked up mid note with the butterknife-mic near her lips, she didn't bother asking if something was wrong. While Rae considered herself quite the genius, it didn't take one to know what was going through the other woman's head.

She pressed pause on the music and gave Sloane a bright and welcoming smile, "Mi casa es su casa," she chimed in a bold and familiar Rae fashion. The phrase rolled easily off her tongue, and she made a gesture with her hand, still holding the butterknife, to the small hallway. "Fortunately for you, this cabin seems to have been made for dos amigas. Why don't you go settle your things down, make yourself comfortable, wash your pretty face, and I'll have some snacks for us?" She paused briefly, tapping the butterknife to her chin lightly, "Or maybe some ice cream. I have a tub of mint chocolate chip that is bound to cheer even the saddest person in the world up."

Sloane hadn't realized she was holding her breath but finally exhaled when Rae said she could stay. To be honest, she had no clue what she would have done if the daughter of Artemis turned her down. She was thankful she didn't have to think about it. With a soft sigh, Sloane started toward the hall but stopped a few feet short of disappearing from view. "Is he ok too?" she asked, slightly lifting the pup in her arms. Rocco wagged his tail happily before yawning. "He's Liam's... I couldn't leave him there alone while he was... gone." Her voice trailed off slightly.

Rae looked down at the dog, and she could feel that it was one happy pup. If she had a heart, she might have felt more sorry like other people. Alas, she felt like the canine was lucky - lucky that it didn't know what was going on and that he had someone else to take care of him. Someone that Rae could tell took decent care of him. After all, she didn't need to bring Rocco with her. He wasn't Sloane's responsibility, but he's lucky to have her in Liam's place. "How'd you know I was more of an animal person? They are tons better than people." She gave Sloane a wink, a smile, and a light bout of laughter at that.

Rae was proud that she was able to not touch on the very obvious subject at hand right away. She didn't know anything about the Sloane, Sylas, and Liam triangle. Nothing. She knew that Sloane had followed Liam house to house just yesterday morning and that there must be some kind of connection, but other than what had been shown at the Trials, Rae hadn't a real clue. It was plausible to assume that there was a deep emotional connection to the brutish man, but love and romance were hardly something that she could fully comprehend. Especially if it's one of those love at first sight things, which could also be possible!

There was nothing that Rae could do about Liam or Sylas, but she could take the two men off of Sloane's mind for a little while. Speaking of the brunette, she shouted from the kitchen, "Oh! We may have other guests over! Possibly Cherise and Daniel. Who knows? I gave the invite at least."

Sloane found her way to the vacant room. She let out a defeated sigh as she dropped her bag onto the ground beside the bed. "This is ok, right?" she said softly, looking down at Rocco. The pup barked happily as he jumped from her arms down onto the pillows and began to explore the room. The day had been exhausting. She was just happy to be somewhere she felt... safe. No, she didn't know Rae well, if at all. But so far, she had been the only person who seemed to be genuinely nice to her without an ulterior motive. It was nice.

She dug through her messy bag, searching for a change of clothes. Sloane decided to take Rae's advice and get comfortable. She didn't really know Daniel or Cherise, but she was beyond trying to impress people for the day. She opted for a comfy pair of pajamas. Once she was changed, she went to the bathroom to clean up. It took her a few minutes to build up the courage to look in the mirror. Seeing her reflection staring back at her only seemed to make the weight of the whole situation sink in. She wanted to cry but she quickly washed her face and took some deep breaths. No. No more tears.

Once she managed to compose herself, Sloane headed back down the hall towards the kitchen. Rocco excitedly ran past her and started to spring around the cabin, sniffing everything and eating any food Rae dropped on the floor. He occasionally ducked in and out of the opened front door, but mostly danced around their feet. Sloane made her way to the opposite side of the counter and gave Rae a faint but genuine smile. "Is there anything I can help with?"

By this time Rae had a produced two spoons and a bucket of mint chocolate chip ice cream, "Actually, yes - you can help me finish this, and we can watch something raunchy like Game of Thrones before Cherise and Daniel come over. Seen it?" Without waiting for the other woman, she went to the living room, plopped herself down on the couch, popped open the ice cream lid, turned on the television, and dug in. Life was better when you had the ability to turn off your emotions.

"Only parts," Sloane replied. She hesitated for a moment, before following Rae over to the living room. She took a seat on the couch beside the red head, tucking her legs beneath her. She gave her best smile. It was still sad, but there were hints of relief in it as well. She wasn't a bite into the ice cream before Rocco scurried his way into her lap and curled into a ball. Several scopes in, Sloane broke the comfortable silence for just a moment. "Thank you." She didn't linger on it or wait for a response. She dug her spoon into the ice cream and brought it to her lips as she relaxed back into the couch.

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It was hard to imagine that Tartarus, a place where the gods imprisoned their most powerful rivals, was someplace where a Demigod could reform himself. If you ask him, it was a bit too much a chastisement that he truly deserved. For gods' sake, the Titans are here. It rested even lower than the realm of Hades. It was even more horrible than the Underworld. If anyone should be in this place, it was Sylas. That man was a genuine monster and a clear threat to everyone, yet the only one facing punishment was Liam.

While it had only been half a day, part of his "punishment" included a warped perception of time. For Liam, it has been days, and those days slipped into weeks. Before he knew it months had crawled by with excruciating slowness. Since there were no signs of a day beginning or ending, they felt even more tedious than ever. In the bowels of Tartarus it was unrelentingly hot; the air so thick they felt like walls crushing him. Sweat rolled off of his body, and he had long since disregarded most of his wardrobe save for his boxers. He was also stripped of his Demigod powers, leaving him as nothing more than a condemned mortal.

Stretched before the son of Ares was a path. It was short and thin; comprised of inky stone with shiny smooth faces. At the other end of this path was the exit. Try as he might, no matter how hard he ran or fast, the path would become engulfed in flames. Liam's flesh peeled from the bone, smoke filled his lungs, and he nearly died the most harrowing and slowest of deaths with every second felt truly and deeply. Just shy of dying, he'd end up at the beginning of the path without even a singe on his body.

He just wanted to go home. Then again, he wondered if there was a home to go to. In between his attempts to run down the path, he had moments of clarity where that feeling of urgency dissipated and he was condemned to his thoughts. They never lasted long - maybe five minutes at the most. During one of them, he had flopped down onto his ass, drew his knees up to his chest, and leaned back against his arms that were stretched behind him. He laughed, thinking about what got him here. A woman. His mind drifted back to the moment they met, and all she had to do was talk to him just once. Just one time. How crazy was that?

The more he thought about that, the more he laughed at himself. From the second she touched him and he noticed her, it was like - she was all that existed. It was silly, he thought. How could a man like him become a lovestruck puppy? Not even a cute one, either. More like a lovestruck bull, maybe?

That thought melted away and his sense of needing to escape Tartarus swelled in his belly once again, and he took off only for the same tragic near-death experience to occur. This time he screamed out with frustration into the void that was Tartarus. He did that many times, actually.

Rinse and repeat, the thought process - these moments of clarity, were also part of his punishment. He just didn't know it. To condemn Liam only to being burned to death would just make him angrier than ever. He needed to be alone with his mind. Liam had never slowed down to think about his life. He never had moments like these. He lived on the edge; a quick and dangerous life that never slowed down enough to consider anything at all. Even at Camp Athens he just did things without thought.

Like with Sloane. She never asked him to do anything for her, he just did it. Like he was some kind of attack dog. Some kind of animal protecting its owner. Or was it that he thought she needed his help? He thought about some of the things she had said during their sparring session. Were they true? Had he done more harm than good?

No, no. Impossible. Sloane had to be forced out of that fucked up relationship with her brother. It was just unfortunate that it had to be him because he had gone about it in all the worst ways. There could have been better paths, but he chose the most violent and unforgivable one. He did do it for her. Right? Right. It wasn't his fault. At the very least, it wasn't all his fault. It was also Sylas'. That prick.

Gods, that snake made his anger boil over.

These were how his thoughts ran amok in between his attempts to escape this nightmarish pit. It was all back and forth - talking to himself, thinking out loud - wondering if he was the monster.

During one of his interims, he became genuinely upset out of nowhere. Tossed back at the beginning of the path, he fell to his knees and slammed his forehead into the ground. His stepfather could have helped him with things like this. Maybe even taught him how to be a better man so that being a monster wouldn't have been the last thought he left the people he loved with. His mom. His sister. Sloane. Maybe even his half-sister and probably the entire camp (not that he loved them). He lost his father at a time when a boy needed one the most.

He didn't remember mourning for him, only being bitter. He pulled his body up a bit, now on his knees with his palms clawing at the hot Tartarus ground. The man was in tears; caught up in an ugly bout of crying. He reached up and grabbed at the center of his chest, clutching the skin and sinew as if trying to dig his heart out from beneath it all. He wiped away tears with his other hand.

What had he done with his life? His father would be deeply ashamed of him. Why was the only father he had left so hands-off in helping to raise him? Why was he left on his own to fend for himself? Maybe if he hadn't scared his mother, gone to juvie for assault and battery, or continued down the same violence-laden path - he might have turned out differently. Maybe if he had a figure to show him how to live through all of this innate rage, he wouldn't be here right now.

How long has it been by the time he's on the ground mentally and emotionally broken? Months? He just wished he could die, really. That would be best. What kind of life could a man like him lead when he just left a trail of broken people in the wake of his bad decisions?

In the last moments of his time down in Tartarus, after he's gone through just about every emotion in the book, he was left with future thoughts. His dad wouldn't want him to live this way. Ares might, but he doesn't consider the god as anything more than a sperm donor. His stepfather, who he's always just called "dad", would have raised him differently. Liam knew what he wanted. He envisioned it. Call him crazy -but love, at first sight, is a real thing. Obviously, as he is living through it.

He wanted to be normal. He didn't want to be an animal constantly worrying that he had to be kept on a short leash. He wanted to be controlled and restrained, but not by others - by himself. He imagined that, if he could become the man that his father was, he could also live happily as he did. Wife. Kids. Rocco. They never had things like money, but what his family had while his dad was alive was happiness.

After so long of living like this, Liam realized that he wanted that, too. At the same time, he knew he'd never get it if he didn't learn that traveling along the same crazy road was going to always land him at the same nasty place. Alone.

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Liam returned to Camp Athens sometime in the early morning in the same clothes that he wore yesterday. He was taken to the beach, and with his hands deep in his pockets, he walked along the path to the woods and eventually toward his own cabin. He noticed that it was empty, but that was to be expected. Even his dog was gone. He didn't stress because, somewhere deep down inside, he thinks that Sloane would have cared enough not to leave him alone. Rocco was with her somewhere.

He showered, changed, and then crashed face first onto his bed. His exhaustion hit him like a truck without warning.

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Bound, tired, and defeated, Vincent tried to sit himself up but due to his circumstances found the task annoyingly difficult. After struggling for about a minute he was finally able to navigate towards a wall. Using his bound hands behind his back on the wall he gained enough stability to push and seat himself.

Due to sudden changes in movement Vincent had figured out that he was inside a vehicle, possibly the same one he was placed into before losing consciousness. He was getting adjusted to the darkness and sudden movements when he began to listen around him, in order to find anything that could remotely help him. While listening he heard very little noise beyond the vehicle, aside from the occasional passing vehicle. This probably meant that they were no longer in the city or another highly populated area. Making escape that much more difficult.

Vincent didn't know why his partner betrayed him, he couldn't think of anything that would've motivated her. Maybe they weren't as close as he thought but from what he recalled she seemed reluctant, almost as if she was coerced. Whatever the case was Vincent wanted to find out and the first step to achieving that goal was successfully escaping.

While thinking about how he would escape, Vincent heard several other people inside the vehicle with him. They were breathing lightly and were trying to remain as silent as possible, if Vincent wasn't so focused he may have never heard them. Since the people weren't struggling like he was earlier he believed that they were working with whoever was responsible for his abduction and his partners betrayal.

A little bored and curious about who was able to get the jump on him, Vincent smirked and addressed them. "So, who are you guys working for exactly? I don't remember pissing off anyone recently but I have my fair share of enemies . . ." If he was going to be bound and blindfolded, he may as well make transporting him as miserable for them. They didn't want him dead, at least not yet, so he felt safe enough.

". . . Let me guess. Do you happen to work with some gambling house? Organized crime perhaps? They would have the ability to do this but that wouldn't have spooked my partner . . ." While talking Vincent had begun fishing for a small blade hidden underneath his watch. After getting a good grasp on it he then began dismantling the cords they had bound him with. ". . . Maybe you work for some wealthy old guy I conned out of a small portion of his wealth before sleeping with his attractive and much younger wife? If that's the case, sorry don't remember who it was but tell his wife I miss her terribly."

Before he could continue one of the people watching him was agitated enough to talk, saying , "Why are we still listening to this clown? Doesn't one of you have the ability to put him to sleep, a child of Hypnos? Just make him sleep until we get there. He'll annoy us to death if we don't." Vincent couldn't see the others but he could imagine their expressions after they just revealed who they worked for, the Greek Gods and if Vincent wasn't mistaken most likely his mother, Nemesis.

The other people in the vehicle then began talking, first about the stupidity of the first one to talk and then afterwards what to do now that they've just revealed who they were. During this commotion, Vincent finally was able to break the cord that had bound him. Using his ability to manipulate luck, he tossed himself to the side, towards a voice who was arguing. Within a short time Vincent was able to subdue them with his nerve manipulation and then held the blade on that person's neck.

Everyone became deathly quiet, as Vincent removed his blindfold while still holding the blade threateningly. Looking back and forth those he could see, Vincent applied a little pressure to the blade to ensure their cooperation. "I don't know why she decided today of all days she needed to bring me in but for the past few years I've been more than capable of taking care of myself." He then motioned towards the person in his arms. "And this doesn't really inspire much faith in your capabilities."

He then inched towards the back of the vehicle and the exit, the person still in his grasp. "I'll just see myself out now. Please do try again, you were definitely more successful this round." After opening the back, Vincent flung his hostage towards the others before jumping out of the vehicle and towards freedom.

Before he could celebrate however he saw his mother, smiling to herself, as he landed on the ground. Unable to activate his abilities in time, Vincent was struck on the forehead by Nemesis, becoming paralyzed and his consciousness fading again. "Poor child, you thought you could get out of your mother's loving grasp after she finally got ahold of you?" She crouched down and playfully patted Vincent on the head before tilting hers and saying, "Mother knows what's best for you son. Don't be too mad when you wake up, you'll get to meet many others like you . . . at camp." Unable to retort due to being subdued, Vincent could only stare daggers at his mother until his consciousness finally faded.

When Vincent finally regained consciousness once again he was lying down on a soft bed and looking up to an unfamiliar wooden ceiling. He felt more tired than relieved after his long rest. Tired because he knew it was his mother who had conspired against him with his partner and because he knew now that he was in camp it would be that much harder to leave. He knew that this place was suppose to act like a training ground and refuge for 'his kind' but to Vincent it seemed nothing more than a prettier prison cell.

He also knew that he was going to be dragged into whatever nonsense was occurring between the gods now. Something he was trying to avoid ever since he learned of his and his mother's identity. Vincent didn't know why exactly he felt like he needed to avoid their conflict but something subconsciously told him that he would have some part to play in their madness and he didn't want to be anyone's chess piece.

Now having accepted the fact he was now in Camp Athens, Vincent decided that he needed to learn the lay of the land as well as the others inhabiting it. If he had to put up with the god's bullshit, he may as well have strong capable people next to him or at the very least know which ones are expendable.

He walked downstairs and outside of the cabin he was in, he didn't know if he was sharing it with anyone but if he did the contents inside it were sparse. He could make whatever alterations necessary if he had the ability and resources to. Once outside he looked around, curious of what he could see. There were a number of other cabins surrounding the area, the are in front of him serving as some sort of hub to travel between cabins and other parts of the camp.

One demigod looked like they had just arrived and had walked into their cabin, presumably to sleep. Another one that caught his eye was a man with a little too much pep in his step in the morning. Probably shared a 'good night' with another one. He didn't know where he was heading but Vincent saw a couple of people walking towards a larger hall, possibly a dining hall or cafeteria. After walking down there he saw several other demigods conversing, some arguing over little things. Vincent wasn't interested in whatever was going on between the people there but he was hungry.

Vincent walked into the dining hall, ignoring any stares from people along the way, and grabbed anything that looked remotely edible before looking around for some hot beverages. He found some tea and quickly made himself a cup or two before sitting down at a table away from the others. Choosing to observe them a little before introducing himself. He didn't know the dynamics of this group and he wasn't keen to jump into anything problematic. One of them could even be a sibling of his.

After finishing his food Vincent cleaned his dishes and walked out of the dining room, walking back towards his cabin. Outside the cabin of the first demigod he saw a dog scratching and barking, most likely to its now sleeping owner. The dog was then handled by someone else, a redhead. After watching this scene Vincent wandered until he could hear the soft sounds of waves coming from ahead. Curious he walked towards the sound and found himself at a beach.

Still feeling tired and a little dirty still, after not having showered since his altercation with his mother and those demigods, Vincent decided to take a dip into the water to relax. Taking of his clothes, including his jacket, Vincent ran to the water and began to swim. After swimming, floating, and relaxing for several minutes he swam back to shore and was greeted by the sight of the same redhead he saw earlier, outside the other cabin with a dog.

She was laying down on a towel and presumably 'tanning'. Vincent hadn't met many redheads who tanned but this was a demigod, who knew what she was capable of. Knowing she had probably already heard him coming out of the water and walking towards her, Vincent grabbed his clothes and placed his jacket down next to her and sat on them. He then turned towards the redhead and said, "Hey there, name's Vincent, friends call me Ace. What do you all do when someone new comes to camp? Any interesting demigod rituals?" He watched her, waiting for her reaction and response.


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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Vincent Moore Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Rae Meadows Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas
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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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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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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Nicholas Bower Character Portrait: Blair Carmichael Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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Wes wasn't surprised at the announcement of training later on. Although the borderline porn audio book was something he wasn't expecting to hear. He couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. What he'd give to see the reactions of the campers who were more... modest at camp. That would have been funny. He didn't have any plans, so instead he spent most of his afternoon wondering around camp hoping to avoid any spontaneous introductions if possible.

Once it was time for training, Wes reluctantly wandered his way over to the arena and took a seat beside Trinity. He gave her a soft kiss on the shoulder, not wanting to make much of a scene, nor was he a fan of PDA. It didn't take long for others to join. The son of Poseidon who called the training came hurrying in close to the final hour with an unknown raven haired girl in tow. Well, now he knew who the other participant over the P.A. was.

Wes tried his best to give Nick his attention as he introduced himself. But it was his next comment that caught his attention. "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." His brows furrowed as his gaze fell to his hands. The Valises were free to do as they pleased, but knowing Alex left without a goodbye or anything stung. He sighed softly, but tried his best not to linger on it.

Then the son of Poseidon moved his speech on to talk about the arena and their training. Wes knew he'd lose... When did he ever win a fight? He sighed and pushed off his knees to stand. He went over to the bag like everyone else and pulled out a token. Bronze. He tossed the chip once in the air, catching it and then returning to his seat beside Trinity. Unlike her, he hadn't really noticed the rain. It wouldn't make much of a difference to him when he got into the arena.

Wes smiled at Trinity and lightly tapped his token against hers. "At least you don't have to kick my butt."




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Sloane did her best to entertain her company, but that never was her strong suit. She wasn't the most social person at camp and no matter how much she wanted to busy herself to keep her mind occupied she couldn't help but wonder about Liam. Eventually playing the part of social and friendly wore on her, so she excused herself into her new cabin.

There were plenty of things for her to do inside. It honestly wasn't as bad as it could have been. Sure the place had been neglected for a couple years, but nothing that a little elbow grease wouldn't work out. She quickly busied herself with cleaning and was happy to find that the cabin was still hooked up to electricity... or whatever magic power the camp used. Either way, the lights worked, the water ran and everything seemed to be in functioning order, just a little dusty and dirty.

She had just gotten elbow deep into scrubbing the bathroom when she heard a loud static P.A. announcement echo throughout camp. Sloane stopped for a moment, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she rested on her knees and listened. "Good morning, Campers." She groaned, rolling her eyes. He sounded far too chipper like some infomercial about a camp parents could send their kids to, but was secretly hell. "I’m Nicholas Bower, and as you’ve heard from Poseidon, I will be assisting in your training."

Sloane sighed, tossing her dirty rag into the bucket she was using. How could she have forgotten what Poseidon said about sending his son. She paid enough attention to the rest of what he said as she moved to her feet. When she thought the announcements were over she started pouring out the dirty water into the bathtub. "Why’d you have to wear pants?" Her brows furrowed slightly, but she shook it off assuming she misheard him and perhaps it was about their dress code for training or something.

... Until she heard, "I want you to work for your meal." Her eyes widened in secondhand embarrassment. "And I’m not fast food." Sloane gasped and her hands slipped, dropping the bucket. Dirty splashed all over the tub, bathroom and her. Thankfully the P.A. switched off before anything else unsavory replayed for all of camp to hear.

"Gods damn it," she sighed.

For the next couple of hours, Sloane continued to liven up her cabin. It didn't take too terribly long for her to finish cleaning and unpack her belongings. She even managed to wash the bed linens and hung them along her porch to dry. As long as the weather cooperated, they should be plenty dry by the time she went to bed. It was a small feat, getting this place back in working order, but she was actually a little proud of herself. She couldn't recall the last time she did something like this by herself for herself.

Once she finished, Sloane had just enough time to take a quick shower and change into clothing that was better suited for training. She took a little too long getting cleaned, but with a slight jog and wet hair, she managed to get to the arena in time. It wasn't really until that moment when she was faced with all the demigods that she realized one thing she did lack at camp was friends. She took a deep breath and put on her best brave face before taking a seat on one far side by herself.

The guy from the P.A. got up in front of everyone, introducing himself again and then proceeded with any other announcements he had about the training. Sloane was curious to discover that the Valises had left camp. It seemed that drama followed the pair wherever they went, but it felt cheap that the siblings who were in the middle of just as much drama as herself weren't also subjected to the trials. Perhaps that's why they left? She couldn't begin to try and understand that. Did she even share a word with either Ajax or Alex?

The training seemed straight forward... Or as straight forward as it could be. Liam and Trinity had both tried training her the other day but it just ended in Liam making her feel like shit and her knocking him to the ground. That hardly qualifies as a successful training in Sloane's opinion. She did some work in capture the flag, but again, it wasn't much. Something told her that she was going to fail terribly at this and better yet, it'd be in front of everyone. Maybe once everyone saw she wasn't a threat and forgettable she could continue her existence at camp being invisible.

Sloane waited for most of the others to grab their tokens. She wasn't in a rush and was hoping to avoid small talk if possible. When it was her turn, she grabbed the first one she touched and pulled it out. She didn't even really look at it until she returned to her seat. Purple. Other demigods might have looked around trying to sneak a peek and find their partners. But Sloane just slipped the token into the pocket of her yoga pants and waited patiently for her turn.



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Andy smiled at Cherise and gave her a small wave before the girl left. The remaining trio sat in silence as they ate, or Trinity and Mason ate. Andy just kind of nibbled on her apple half-heartedly. Everything felt a little awkward, like there was an elephant in the room. And that elephant was sex. All three of them had engaged in the deed within the last 24 hours and none of them seemed keen on talking about it. The silence at the table was so palpable that they could hear a pin drop. It wasn't that what any of them did was wrong, but that didn't stop the morning after from being a bit awkward.

Then an unfamiliar voice rang out on the P.A.s catching her attention. "Good morning, Campers." Andy spared a glance to Mason and Trinity as she listened to the rest of the announcement. "I’m Nicholas Bower, and as you’ve heard from Poseidon, I will be assisting in your training. It is now... 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."

"I don’t hate training, but as if we haven’t been pulled through the mud enough," Trinity commented.

Andy sighed, tapping her hands on the table. "I suppose we saw that coming. Although I thought we might have had a day to—"

"Why’d you have to wear pants?" The voice on the P.A. cut her off.

Blood quickly rushed to Andy's cheeks as she turned about as red as the apple in her hands. She didn't know if it was more embarrassing to hear what they were saying or to be them. But she quickly became interested in a chip in the table, picking at with her thumb as more comments were broadcasted. Thankfully it didn't last much longer and the intercom was finally switched. She let out the breath she was holding in with an awkward laugh.

"Yikes."

There was a moment or two of silence before Trinity looked between Andy and Mason with a tight smile. She then held out her plate to Andy with an impish grin. "Closest to kitchen has to chuck 'em away."

"What the—" Andy started to say but stopped herself. "Fine. Fine," she groaned as she stood up and took Trinity's dishes with a roll of her eyes. If she was going to go she might as well take Mason's too. Andy looked down at him with her free hand hovering near his plate. "Finished?" When he didn't argue she took up his plate and headed toward the kitchen. She had no idea what Trinity was going to say to him and how much of it was going to be a threat, but a small part of her was happy not to know.

Andy took her time, making sure to steal glances towards the pair and waited until they seemed to be finished talking before returning. But it seemed just as she reached the table, Trinity was ready to go and got to her feet. "I'm gonna do a few things. Pre-train, bug Wes...think about getting changed for training." Then she waved and was off.

Her brows furrowed as she watched her friend leave. Part of Andy wanted to chase after her and force Trinity to tell her whatever she said to Mason, but instead she was left standing there like an idiot. "I'm sure you have some things you'd like to do before training. So, don't let me hold you up." She smiled slightly. "I have a book I was reading waiting back for me at my cabin anyway," she added with a thumb point over her shoulder in the general direction of the cabins.

She smiled at him once more, while brushing loose hair behind her ears. When Mason didn't argue she pivoted on her heels and headed out of the hall. First Andy started in the direction of the cabins. Did she have a book she was reading? No. But she also didn't want him to feel like he was obligated to spend time with her. Plus she was a bit embarrassed about how awkward she was acting. It was like after the night they spent together she completely forgot how to act around him. And while she wouldn't admit it out loud, she was scared of misstepping and somehow pushing him away.

Once she reached her cabin, Andy decided rather than sitting around for a few hours she'd grab her iPod and go find a nice quiet place to listen to music. She let her feet carry her whichever way until she ended up in a spot at the edge of the woods not too far from Jennova's grave. She couldn't see it from where she was, but Andy was familiar enough with the area to know it wasn't far off. She settled into a comfy spot at the base of a tree and rested her head against the trunk. It wasn't much, but a little time to herself might help her clear her mind and prepare for training.

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At some point in the shade of the tree, Andy managed to doze off. When she awoke it was nearly time for training. Luckily she wasn't dressed in the worse clothes for it because she had no time to stop by her cabin. She rubbed her eyes and shoved her iPod in her pocket before heading toward the arena. When she arrived she noticed Trinity already seated and waiting. Andy decided to take a seat next to her, giving both the blonde and Wes a friendly little wave and smile.

A tanned brunette boy stood up and began to address the rest of them. "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." Well, at least she could put a face to the voice she supposed. "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."

Andy's heart sank. Whether she chose Mason or not wasn't the point, nor did it cancel out her past with Ajax. She might not have been with him, but she still cared about him. She was already hurt that he didn't come to see her in the infirmary after his sister nearly killed her and now he left camp without so much as a good bye. Andy clenched her jaw, trying not to let it get to her... Or to, at least, try and hide the anger she felt. She knew she didn't come first in Ajax's eyes, but she thought he would have at least had the decency to tell her he was leaving. Apparently not.

She could feel Trinity's gaze on her, judging her reaction to the news. Andy looked over at her and gave a dismissive wave of her hand. It wasn't worth bringing attention to it. She knew where she lied on Ajax's priorities... She didn't. Fine. If anything it squashed some of the guilt she felt and reaffirmed her decisions in the trials. He made his choice and she made hers. And she'd be damned if she got some self righteous lecture from Ajax if he ever decided to return.

To be honest, Andy half paid attention to anything Nick said after that, but it was fine. She wasn't dumb and could connect the dots. "If you grab a blue one, you’ll join me in the arena for the first dual." She followed everyone else and grabbed her token. It wasn't until Andy had returned to her seat that she looked down and noticed that hers was blue.

Andy sighed. "I guess I'm up first," she mumbled under her breath to Trinity. She glanced over her shoulder toward the arena and Nick, then back to her friend. "Poseidon, right? I guess it's a good thing I can swim," she jested as she took off her cardigan and laid it down on her seat. Then, with token in hand, she head toward the arena.

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Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Lochlan Carmichael Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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He didn't bother changing. He didn't bother getting into a shower. He didn't bother eating or making any attempt at being a respectable human being, rather demigod, at all. He didn't care. After the rather poor attempt at napping, he listened to the announcement of the training to come, and the extra pornographic feature - and stared at himself in the bathroom mirror.

The gods were setting him up, weren't they? He brushed a large hand across the thick stubble that darkened his jawline and sighed. He'd have to avoid falling into the trap. Another trip to Tartarus would ruin him - as if one already hadn't.

He was one of the last of the campers to leave and for perfectly good reason. He didn't want to train at all. He didn't feel like beating someone to a bloody pulp, as he most likely would because that's just the sort of uncontrollable and feral creature he always has been. It was too tempting not not be that way. The first taste of rage from his opponent - the smell of blood lacing the air - there was no better way to make a child of Ares get excited. He had this extra drive, much like that of his father, to win no matter what the cost was at the end. Victory. The God of War and his children were not really all that different. Were they? He didn't know Trinity very well, but Liam knew himself.

He spent a few moments, and lurked further behind, and watched the commencement of the training from Poseidon's son. Now, that one would give him a run for his money, but Liam would place his bet that he'd get stuck with someone with noodles for arms that everyone would feel sorry for. Big bad Liam beat someone again. The son of War could never change, could he?

His dark gaze slid toward Sloane as she took her own seat, and the knot that settled in his stomach was heavy. He didn't even know why he was mad at her, or if he was at all. Liam was most likely bitter with himself, and it just so happened that Sloane got caught between two sides of the same coin - an unmistakable Ares child and a guy that had no idea what he was supposed to be doing with this new... experience.

While he would keep Sloane, and by proxy - Sylas - in view at all times, he chose to sit next to Evelyn. He didn't know why, but she had an aura. A captivating one. It was cold, like his own - yet not. Somehow. Sloane was the only woman that caught his eye and attention, but one could not just gravitates to a redhead. She stuck out like a sore thumb. Of course, her fiery mane was not all. He felt naturally cautious (as he is learning women are too complicated for his wee-man brain), but also curious. Quietly curious. He didn't want to give Sloane yet another reason to mistrust him, and whilst he might a pig be, he's really trying his best to give up womanizing!

He had grabbed his token before that. Whatever color it was - he didn't pay that much attention.

When he sat down he crossed his arms over his broad chest, looking like the most brooding and menacing homeless man one would ever see in their lifetime.

He watched the fights with an analytical mind, but his thoughts also ventured toward his own. What was he going to do? He finally opened up his fist to take a look at his token. It was red. It didn't even register that, Lochlan, the man sitting on the other side of Evelyn also had a red token.

As each battle came and went, even Evelyn's own, he felt his body temperature rising - excitement. The beast in him was already growling, clawing, begging. This was his life - his whole life, but perfectly legal compared to his past. The animalistic memories flashed through his mind of victory in bloodsport, near deaths, blood, the smell of sweat, and sore losers.

His left leg shook restlessly.

Reel it in, Liam. Reel it in, he reminded himself because Tartarus had not left him, either. The real question would be answered here today: Did the punishment of the gods prove to be successful or not? It could go either way. He didn't know himself. Not even in the slightest.

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Egotistical as he may be, Lochlan watched enough versus by now to have just a little bit of hesitance. These were males verse females and nobody held back and they all had gifts. Lochlan was used to ruling the roost among common people where everything was predictable and a cake walk. He was so deep in two mindsets. One; acknowledging he was in over his head and really had no idea what camp he had stepped into and two; they didn’t have powers like him though.
He squinted at the latest battle unsure if he had been deceiving himself of a familiar rivaling face. But there was Sylas Astor. Which meant…Lochlan was propelled to his feet to search the stands. He got even further forced to start walking the stairs down towards the arena, and when he caught his own actions, he froze for a moment. Deciding to own his odd actions and rather than be seen as retreating, he entered the gladiatorial arena and held his token high. He used the opportunity of middle ground to spin slowly but less in search for his opponent than… Sloane. Simultaneously his heart fluttered and sunk.
"Sloa-"

Liam watches Lochlan get up and walk down to the gladiatorial floor. He had been, after all, sitting just on the other side of Evelyn. He saw the red token held up but remained seated for a few moments more. Then the behemoth rose from his seat and walked down to face Lochlan. He took the token between his fingers and crashed it into fine red dust as if it were nothing. He didn't really want to be down here facing this shrimp. Luckily for Liam, Lochlan just uttered the right thing at the perfectly worst time.

The Arena didn’t even get a chance to shift because of Lochlan’s mouth. As soon as that name began to spill out of his mouth, Liam's fist came into contact with his jaw. It'd be an instant nap. Nothing special. Nothing glamorous. A boring duel, if one could call it a duel at all. To those sitting outside, perhaps it appeared that the Son of Ares was taking it “easy”, for lack of a better term. However, people failed to realize just how agitated the man was, and how much even the slightest smell of blood or even the way his knuckled cracked against Lochlan’s jaw, tantalized his violent urges. It was damn hard not to give in to it and just beat his opponent to a bloody pulp - yes, even if he was unconscious.

He stood there for a moment as if thinking about whether or not he should continue. Lochlan’s shrimpy snoozing face made his blood boil - even what came out of his little shrimpy mouth. Shrimp. Sloane doesn’t need a shrimp man. Or maybe she does? He was thinking again, right in the middle of the arena. What is this shrimp was what Sloane wanted? Why did he say her name? Who was this shrimp? Gods, that made him want to just– no, he couldn’t. He remembered Tartarus; his burning flesh and what felt like an eternity of impossibly hot hell.

His chest visibly heaved, and a couple of minutes passed. The Arena had yet to shift because it was testing him. Would he do it? He stared down at Lochlan. Where was his calm? That’s right… because he caught her in his peripherals. His calm. He looked in her direction for a moment, and she sat on the edge of her seat. He drew his gaze back to Lochlan, sighed, and put his balled fists back into his pockets. He’d just scare her again and earn another trip to his own personal Hell.

As the arena worked its magic to wake Lochlan up, the Ares child moved toward the observation seats. Instead of going back to Evelyn, he chose to sit next to Sloane. The pair wasn’t exactly talking right now, but Liam realized a fundamental truth to his own character. He needed her, and they’d have to reconcile somehow. Once he sat down beside her, he leaned back against the next row of steps, spread his legs, and looked pretty chill to almost everyone. Except, his right leg shook uncontrollably and his fists remained in a ball in his pockets, and his entire body felt tense because his adrenaline had not been fully vacated.

Being a good guy sucks. He almost looked like a junky on a drug withdrawal.

Lochlan’s revival from being hit by a freight train was shocking to say the least. His lights went out, his body crumpled without any indicators and now he laid in the arena, eyes wide open and breathing heavily trying to make sense of it all. With whatever dignity he could muster, he used it to get up and wipe the dirt from himself and get back in the stands. But this time he was sure to sit by himself. Far away from others.

He rubbed his jaw uneasily expecting some sort of phantom pain but there was nothing, yet he knew it happened. He dared to glance at his giant opponent sitting by Sloane then flickered his eyes to the arena again with a thousand yard stare. That single punch packed a lot of power and it seemed he had some relation with Sloane.

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None the type for further chatter and stationed between very different energies, Evelyn's usual keen focus and comprehension was slightly distorted, even regarding her own defeat which she'd usually evaluate and pluck apart for precise errors. Namely, the distraction was due to Liam's outstanding and now nearby presence and experience. He was intimidating certainly, especially closer up, yet at the same time, in that moment, she didn't feel in danger by him.

However, like so many others, she wrapped her attention up in the fights as best she could. Cherise and Sylas were the next to step forth, and while the daughter of Apollo fought practical and smart, Sylas overcame her. An outcome somehow she didn't doubt for as close as it looked. Then Wesley and a girl she couldn't say she recognised. Both had slipped under her radar so to predict a winner was near impossible. Their sword fight was hardly as intriguing as what happened behind the scenes, both's powers and abilities going unseen and unfelt to the observers but things were happening. Evelyn tilted her head slightly when Wesley collapsed. A son of Aphrodite didn't fall to command so...Hypnos?... But she couldn't shake the uncanniness of Eve. With slightly more tact of course, but Eve would play seductress like that given half the chance in a battle too.

Next to her, Lochlan left his seat looking for something which sheppard him to the arena in turn where he showed his token. The delay to meet his opponent only fortified the strange feeling swirling in her gut for the ignorant new demigod. From the corner of her eyes, she glanced at Liam before he rose to slaughter the boy.

She lowered her eyes, rubbed her forehead and exhaled. This would be no fight. And sure enough, it wasn't. Liam took him out instantly and while she expected him to keep going or march away, the beast just loomed over Lochlan. To be in his mind right now would be frightening. It seemed to be minutes of the son of Ares in debate with himself just standing there, predator to prey, then, at last, he walked away.

Evelyn didn't realise some bricks had been on her chest until both men returned to the seating and she could breathe a little easier again. Until the next spawn of a god with anger issues was summoned she supposed. Evelyn's eyes travelled the stands to the remaining Ares child.

As truly educational as these spectacles were, she almost had enough of watching demigod v demigod and corruption of the mind and violence.

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Sloane watched quietly. Everyone had been trying to push her to learn to fight and defend herself, so she tried her best to observe and learn. But the sparring didn't seem like the safest in the world. Twice she saw Andy fall into a fissure in the ground and each time she thought the girl may never come back up. The son of Poseidon said it was safe. After all, he emerged without wounds after taking injuries from daggers and whatever else. This could be good for her maybe, but her stomach still twisted in knots. She could only hope she wasn't put against either Ares child.

At least one of her prayers was answered… But, of course, it didn’t come without its own troubles. Liam was up, but Sloane was left in a stunned silence at the male who waited for him in the arena. Lochlan. What the hell was Lochlan doing there!? She was half tempted to jump to her feet and shout just that. But rather she sat there in a stunned silence, staring as if she’d seen a ghost. She didn’t hear her name over the crowd, but she saw his lips move in all too familiar of a formation. Not a moment later Liam’s fist was in his jaw and then his body was limp on the ground. Finished before the fight began.

Sloane barely had the chance to sit on the edge of her seat, but still had the time for her knuckles to go white from her tight grip on the seat. She didn’t know what she expected, but Liam taking up a seat beside her wasn’t it. Last she recalled he seemed less than thrilled with her. But she also knew how protective and territorial he was. Perhaps it was to send a message to Lochlan. There were several times she thought about saying something, but it all came up short and she remained quiet.

Duke kept himself silent and reserved, glued to watching fellow demi-beings fight it out for victory. Some offered some interesting techniques only emphasizing what a threat they could be to each other. Plenty and enough duos passed and Duke knew his time would come and he could either wait for his matching purple token to step forward when they were ready or initiate it himself. He flicked the tiny coin-like object and took himself into the middle of the show, down the steps and into the gladiatorial arena holding up his purple token high. Whoever his opponent, they took to testing his patience or their eyesight was crap. "Does anybody have the other purple?" Which was the nicest way he could announce to whoever had it, to hurry up.

She had nearly missed Duke approach the arena and hold up a purple token. Purple... purple. Her eyes went wide as she dug in her pocket to find an identical match. "Here," Sloane said as she held up her own purple trinket. She slowly stood up and made her way down to the arena. After tossing the coin back into the bag, she walked over to Duke and held out her petite right hand. "I don't think we've properly met. I'm Sloane." She knew who he was. Duke was one of the people who stood up in defense for Alex at her trial, but she didn't remember seeing him at her own. So, to the best of her knowledge, this could be the first time the son of Hephaestus ever laid eyes on her.

Duke scrutinized the girl as she headed down to meet him. She was small, not that that was a hard margin next to Duke, pale, petite in every portion and kept a relatively low profile. He was suddenly glad he hadn't been brasher when waiting for her because she didn't seem to deserve it. By the time she stood before him, a neutral expression waited on his face. Duke nodded his head to her with her greeting and clamped her hand in his. "Good to meet you properly. Duke. Sorry about the circumstances." He flashed her a kind brief smile. Truly it wasn't ideal to meet someone officially then have to engage in combat.

Sloane returned the smile before turning and heading toward her side of the arena. She found an assortment of weapons laying out across several tables for her to choose from. Her brows furrowed as she slowly stepped forward. What kind of weapon would suit her? She hadn't a clue. She was not strong, so it'd have to be something small like... a dagger? She reached out to take the small blade, but stopped when her gaze drifted over to one of the few shields that laid out on a table. Each of them looked fairly similar, but one caught her attention. It looked no different than the others, but this one had a chimera on the front. It took a moment, but she slowly remembered that the chimera was a beast that could breathe fire...

She stared at the shield for a moment or two longer, before taking it up and strapping it to her left arm. Sloane had never seen Duke fight, so she had no idea how or if he could control fire. There was no textbook on what powers each demigod would get or how they'd use them. But something in her gut said to grab the shield, just in case. Hell, she didn't even know if the shield was flame repellent. It could just be a symbol and nothing more, but on the off chance it meant something more, she had to take it.

They had turned their backs to each other to prepare for the environmental shift and pluck their weapon of choice, Duke's being a double-edged ax. He half expected to turn back and his opponent be ready and slash at him with all her might. Yet when he turned she was still in debate about what item to choose. He pursed his lips as her error was large. He was temporarily torn between making a point by attacking her from behind to end the duel nice and quick or to let her be. She was only lucky he was honorable he supposed.

Sloane didn't say anything. She just took up the best stance she could manage and gave Duke a nod. To everyone else outside the arena she might have looked like a deer in headlights. Honestly, she kind of was. The shield, while average in size, made her look a child because of her stature. Duke was bigger and stronger than her in every way. If she could manage to get a single hit on him, she'd consider that a victory.

With her nod of approval, Duke readjusted his grip on the ax. Proportionally, this felt cruel but he'd be sure to never underestimate a demigod. He only hoped she knew how to handle a shield at least. Duke stepped forward and swung for her being met with a clang of metal on shield. The clash of the weapons reverberated through Sloane as she held up the sheet of metal with all her might. He swung again and again, four times consecutively, putting his weight behind it, each time meeting the face of the shield.

After each attack Sloane took a defensive step back, trying not to let Duke too close. When she saw the attack coming she was able to side step, letting the large blades slice the air beside her. She was trying her best to tire him, but it seemed to be wearing on her faster. With another crash on the shield she was forced to one knee. One more strike and that would be the end of it. Sloane, quick on her feet, took the opportunity while he raised his weapon to fall to the ground and slide between his legs. His ax slammed into the ground and with his back still turned she raised her foot and kicked the back of his knee with all her might. While she wasn’t strong, the blow had enough force to knock him off balance and send his weapon from his grasp.

Duke watched his ax slide away from him, dumbfounded, before looking back at the girl. But there was more artillery stocked. Duke’s hands began to glow red before being consumed in fire. Sloane was just barely able to grab her shield and hold it up before he sent fire shooting out from his palms. She was small, which worked in her favor. Her petite form was able to duck behind the entirety of the shield, avoiding intensity of the fire. But that didn’t stop the heat from being almost unbearable or the stray spark from lighting a few of her hairs.

He focused all his might and power into the flames, pushing the intense heat into the shield, hoping to melt it. At least that's typically what Duke’s abilities could do, but the chimera shield served a magical barrier, impervious to his flames. He ceased recognizing it took no effect even briefly admiring the properties of the defensive tool. Quick to gather his wits, he waved his arms across each other setting the ground alight all around Sloane in a perfect circle that's flames would either scorch her or smoke would choke her.

Before Sloane had a chance to move or react, Duke placed her in a fiery prison. Any and every mode she made was found with a singe, burning holes in her clothing and blistering her skin. After a few breaths the smoke had found its way into her lungs. Gods it was hot and she could barely breathe. She imagined that’s what hell felt like. Unbearable heat that felt like a thousand pounds, sucking the air out of your lungs before it entered. She was dying… She felt it. Sloane had to do something and quick.

Watching the brunette encapsulated by his flames was not a nice sight. While he felt no such effects with fire, he knew how destructive it could be to others. How the extreme heat overruled. How the smoke crept in to invade the senses. But he always kept his eyes on the target so he could tame or enhance his fire accordingly. "Just surrender," he muttered to himself.

There was no way Sloane was getting out of there without getting burnt more than she already had. So before she could second guess her decision, she threw her right arm through the flames, reach her hand out toward Duke. She knew it was going to hurt but no amount of preparation could have made her ready for the searing pain she felt. She couldn’t stop herself from screaming out. Her eyes shut tight as she tried her best to focus. Out of shock, Duke recoiled and began to step back out of reach. Sloane was unable to wrap her fingers around his ankle in time, only the tips of her fingers seemed to brush him.

While it wasn’t strong enough of a touch to control Duke indefinitely, they still connected, even if it were brief. With that little touch a small nugget of a thought wormed its way into his mind. Freeze. Sloane knew the persuasion wouldn’t last long. So once he froze where he stood and flames got weaker, she moved. She threw down the shield over the far edge of the flame circle and jumped through the small opening she made. Flames nipped at her feet and burned away loose hair but she paid it no mind.

With the overwhelming command to suddenly freeze, Duke was stunned to find himself doing just that. And without his control, the flames started to dither leaving Sloane an opportunity for escape. It was odd trying to rip his feet from the earth because he knew what he wanted to do and it wasn't standing still watching her gain substantial ground. Duke grimaced then finally his legs and mind obeyed him in full again and he broke into a sprint after her, scooping up his ax as he pursued.

Sloane didn’t have the time to waste to retrieve her shield. Her sights were set on one thing and one thing only, the weapons table. She started sprinting as fast as she could in the opposite direction of Duke. He might have been bigger, stronger, maybe even more powerful… But she was small and quick. She didn’t have to look back over her shoulder to know he was chasing after her. His foot falls were loud and terrifying as he thundered after her.

Though his strides outmatched hers, as he chased, Duke's hand-illuminated red again before throwing balls of fire at her. She glanced back over her shoulder just in time to see a large fireball hurling towards her. Sloane side-stepped just before it slammed into the ground beside her. She was nearly there as fire rained down around her. Sloane tried her best to dart back and forth unpredictably. But it was only a matter of time before she dodged right into line of one of the balls. It slammed into her side and sent her stumbling forward. She cried out as she held her side. She couldn’t stop, not now. She had to prove it to everyone else, but more importantly to herself, that she wasn’t weak. That she could do this.

Sloane limped forward as fast as she could, but Duke was gaining on her and quick. She reached the table, slamming into the side of it just as he caught up with her. Not accounting for her wounded clumsiness Duke followed crashing into her, taking them both down. There was a brief scramble but Duke pushed Sloane onto her back, braced a hand on her shoulder and raised the ax high. And just before he went to swing down, he felt the point of a dagger pressed against his chest. "Checkmate," she muttered between pants. He looked down at the blade, where his chest raised and fell heavily, then at her, like he had to see it to believe it.

She remained frozen there, unyielding, until the arena began to reset. The weapons in their hands vanished along with the various burns that plagued her body, only leaving behind the soot and her tattered clothing. Luckily, enough remained so that her modesty was still intact, but just barely. One leg of her pants was riddled with holes and tears, while the other was completely gone. Her shirt ceased to exist beyond the hem at her waist and the various pieces of fabric that dangled from it. Thankfully her sports bra still held on strong, aside from one of the straps being snapped and hanging freely.

Duke climbed to his feet then gave Sloane a hand up as well. If there was ever a time he liked to be proved wrong it was in situations like this. He gave her a nod of respect and once over. Lots of people weren't willing to sacrifice their clothes or flesh for a burn but she committed and showed serious stones.

"Let’s never do this again," Sloane commented with a point toward Duke. She no longer had the wounds, but that didn’t stop her from being overly exhausted and winded. "Gods I hate fire," she grumbled to herself as she exited the arena and made her way back to her seat beside Liam. If it were a different day and the pair were talking, she might have been excited she won… Gloated even. But no. It was still silent as she sighed, looking forward.

Duke smiled at her overheard comments and returned to the seats to become a spectator once more.

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Ethan felt bad for Iliana. He knew she didn't want to fight, but rules were rules. He saw her downtrodden look when she returned, orange token in hand. At least he didn't have to fight her or Heath. Looking at his green token, he wondered who he'd have to face. Well, he'd have to wait and see, won't he?

The first duel was between Nicholas and Andy. The duel was very intense, and Ethan couldn't but gap in awe at the two combatants. It seemed to be going back and forth until Andy finally came out on top. However, both she and Nicholas were exhausted. Even watching them tired him out. He knew with his own abilities; his duel wouldn't be as intense since he powers leaned more to supportive and defensive, rather than offensive.

He wouldn't worry about that yet for soon the next duel started and it was Mason and Evelyn. Now this duel definitely interests him more since he had more interaction with one of them, Evelyn. He genuinely like the redhead and hoped to get to know her better. So, it was hard to watch her duel with Mason, who was definitely intimidating. Evelyn did put up a good fight, but Mason did win in the end. Ethan was glad there seemed to be no permanent injuries at least. That was good. Of course, Nicholas did say there was to be none of that anyway, but Ethan wanted to be reassured of what he said was true.

The third duel was between Cherise and Sylas. Ethan watched as the man escorted the girl to the fighting area. Much like Evelyn, he also like Cherise, even though the girl and her friend, Rae, scared the crap out of him that one time when they pulled him in for a dance. Man, had it already been a few days ago? It felt like ages with all that had happened. Ethan didn't know what to expect from this fight, especially with Sylas involved. One thing he wasn't expecting though was to be blinded by an intense light. He covered his eyes much like every else when that happened. The duel didn't last long, even though it was very action pack. Ethan was pleasantly surprised to see just how efficient Cherise was with a quiver, but that's because she was Apollo's daughter right? Still once Sylas got a hold of her, it ended pretty quickly. Looking carefully, Ethan wondered if Sylas used some kind of mental power to make the girl submit. It had to be the case. Looking at Sylas, Ethan wondered if he was just 'playing it safe' for now considering what his trial revealed yesterday. The guy was obviously smart, so that wouldn't surprise him.

After their duel it was Wesley and some new girl. Wondering who she was, Ethan paid close attention to the action. The duel itself was surprising for Wesley had some good tricks up his sleeve, but even in the end even he lost. Still the fact he held out for that long gave him some hope for himself for he had NO fighting experience whatsoever. He couldn't figure out which God the new girl belongs to, but she was definitely cunning. At least the duel ended amicably. Ethan did hear the girl introduce herself as Hera's daughter though. Oh boy, another Hera child, but this one looked and acted decent at least. After the pair left, another new camper appeared. Ethan wondered just how many new campers would show up. He had seen Nicholas lay his head on some unknown girl's lap and he recalled that one bit of commentary this morning after the duel announcement. Not wanting to think of that moment again, his eyes looked at the new guy.

Seeing Liam join him definitely made Ethan nervous. Not even waiting for the arena to change, the Liam just hits the guy square in the fact in a quick knock out. Ethan winced, feeling bad for the guy. At least Liam left the arena without doing anything else. After that there was a very close match between Sloane and Duke, but Sloane managed to win, barely, but she won. It was times like this Ethan was glad the injuries people had would magically go away right after the fight.

His thoughts were interrupted when Liv spoke, and he saw her orange token. His gaze shifted to Iliana, who had turned white. Oh dear, this was not good. Iliana looked stricken and Ethan quickly placed his hand on top of her hand.

He said gently, ”It’ll be fine Iliana. No one can get seriously hurt in these duels, remember? Just do your best.”

He saw Heath nod in acknowledgement too. This seemed to calm Iliana down a bit as she took a deep breath and head for the arena herself. The two briefly interacted before the duel began. Much like the first one it did involve elemental abilities. Ethan winced at the beating Iliana took for Liv was much more aggressive than her brother. At least Iliana got one hit in before being defeated. When she returned, she pretty much collapsed on top of Heath and ended up laying her head on his lap. Heath himself didn't look happy and something seemed to be on his mind, but Ethan would wait to ask him what was up after the duels were done.

The longer the duels went on, the more uncertain Veronica could feel herself becoming; she wasn’t a fighter. Flighter most definitely, given how she’d rarely stuck out any meaningful confrontation in her life. Except when it came to her mother, she thought. The one and only time she could remember standing up for herself was to bemoan her very existence.

Glancing around the array of demigods she briefly caught the gaze of the girl who had recently beaten a guy who could only be her brother; the girl nodded towards the arena and gave her a smile of encouragement and a wink. The moment was fleeting, but it was a rare one of support since it was something she’d often lacked; even here other than Heath she mostly felt alone. Though, perhaps having a sibling might provide her with a sense of stability that her other family had so often failed to do; but she didn’t allow herself to dwell too much on such hopes.

Taking advantage of the lull following the previous duel, Veronica stood up and made her way over to the trio containing her opponent. Holding out her green token she smiled first at Heath then towards Ethan, perhaps a little more nervously than she’d hoped before speaking.

”Hey, I’m Veronica. I think I’m up against you. If you want to go next, maybe?” Her resolve was already beginning to flake as she wrapped her arms around herself tightly, the token tapping against her upper arm while she moved to take a shuffling step back.

Ethan was surprised to see someone come near them. Her words also drew Heath's attention too. Iliana had fallen asleep by this time.

"Oh, sure. I am Ethan, Hestia's son. After you."

Heath wished him luck. Waving at them, he followed Veronica down into the arena.

When Veronica stepped onto the sandy floor of the arena, she could feel the warm air trickling over her skin as it carried with it the sweet scents of her deepest desire that seemed to pull her from the moment into a reverie associated with each. Her attention was brought back as Ethan joined her, with his presence bringing about a more visible change to their surroundings to suit both of the combatants' needs. Greek pillars popped out of the ground and some structures. A table of weapons appeared also. Ethan approached it, but he had no idea what to pick since he had no weapon training whatsoever.

"You know it's a darn shame we can't play a simple game. I love playing dominos hehe," he said awkwardly, trying to make light of the situation. In the end he settled for a bō staff. He didn't know how to use it, but it was better than nothing and he wasn't bound to use a blade for obvious reasons.

The selection of weapons arrayed was impressive and, if she was being honest with herself, rather daunting. Obviously, she’d played pretend as much as any, and her years in drama had seen her make use of dozens of props and tools but that was a far cry from any of the incredibly deadly implements before her. After a failed attempt to lift some of the heavier weapons and sending a sword flying from her hands after a couple of practice swings, she instead settled on a rather plain pair of fighting sticks that she could at least wave around without falling over.

Seeing Veronica picked out her own weapons, Ethan offered his hand and said, "Good luck and let's try to end this as painless as possible."

Veronica paused for a moment as she looked down at the outstretched hand, her eyes flickering to the own before she tucked one of her fighting sticks under the other arm so she could return the gesture, wondering if he’d waited till the most awkward moment to wish her the best. ”Um, yeah. Sure. You too.” She had her doubts she could do much to him, and she had no idea what she was in for especially after some of the spectacles she’d seen from the others.

After that, Ethan walked away from her and stood at a good distance. He wanted to try and think of what he could do before actually making a move. Instantly he went over his abilities and figured his best options were to use his ability to change structure, or he could try to use his serenity inducement to calm Veronica down to the point where she wouldn't want to fight. As he tried to figure things out, he eyed Veronica closely.

She hadn’t known what to do at first but singing softly to herself she’d begun to dance to the tune, her movements starting slowly and uncertainly but becoming more purposeful and driven as a smile spread upon her lips. While she could often struggle in more social situations the grace and majesty she could project on stage was returning as she faced off against her opponent, a warm calm that filled her with purpose. After all, what was the duel but simply a performance of her talents?

The moment Veronica started to dance, Ethan could instantly feel her power affect him and he knew he was dealing with another Aphrodite child. But lucky for him he also had the ability to influence other's emotions, so he had a bit more immunity, but it wouldn't last for long though. He instantly used his own serenity inducement on himself, he had to stay calm. But it was hard, for Veronica was very good with what she was doing. He had to think of something quick or he be done for. He had to prevent her from getting any closer to him. Suddenly it dawned on him on what he could do. As long as he had structures around him, he could manipulate them into any form her chose. This included the bō he held, he held it to the ground, causing it to change form and branch out into many forms, slowly creating a maze around them. It did it's intended purpose, it stopped Veronica from reaching him, but Ethan knew like all mazes, there would be a way to get to him.

Though she had been edging closer and closer to her foe, weaving an alluring figure as she swayed from foot to foot, she had felt the ground beneath her feet twisting as they reshaped to trip her. Rather than closing the gap between them to allow her to attempt to reduce her opponents resolve she could feel her plans unravelling as the arena around them was becoming a twisting nightmare that reminded her of something from Escher; already she was weapon-less having lost one then both as the arena’s maze had thrown her off-balance while it had formed.

Wherever Veronica was, Ethan had to seal all of her exits. First, he had to figure out where she was. Maybe he could change the material the maze was made out of. Thinking for a few minutes, he figured something out. Placing his hand on the wall in front of him, he changes the walls of the maze to become glass. Seeing Veronica, he saw her back was too him. Relieved to see she was okay physically. He changes the structure again so the glass connects to form one big dome around her, effectively trapping her inside. However, he did make sure there were breathing holes.

As she spun around trying to locate Ethan, what she’d at first thought was a hall of mirrors she instead realised was a glass dome that had rapidly formed around her and now seemed to be shrinking ever smaller with her inside. At first she’d tried to break her way free but her fists left no impact and neither did her shoes, so with no way out from her claustrophobic prison she’d had no alternative save but to surrender, curling tightly into a ball.

Once Veronica surrendered, the dome vanished completely. Instantly Ethan went to go check on her. "Hey are you okay? I am sorry if anything I did scared you. You actually did well, for I had to think on my feet there. Can I escort you back to your seat?"

Veronica lay on the smooth sand for a moment, her eyes closed as memories flashed behind her eyelids. It had been a long time since she’d felt trapped like that, and taking her a few shuddering breaths she regained some composure. It had only lasted a few heartbeats but it seemed to have stretched for hours. Uncurling from where she lay, she gingerly got to her feet and accompanied Ethan back up out of the arena.

”Thank you, I’m fine. Congrats on the win, that maze was neat; did you create it from memory or just in the heat of the moment? I don’t even think we ‘fought’ like the others did, like neither of us met the other, you know?” she smiled at him wearily before detouring back to her seat when they joined the others.

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"I actually thought you did really well," Trinity replied with a smile.

Wes was beaming from ear to ear. It wasn't often he got a compliment in regards to anything combative, especially not front Trinity. She was often trying to get him to try harder, so hearing he did good made him elated. It was like being told someone was proud of him. He couldn't recall if anyone has ever said they were proud of him. Wes always struggled with feeling like he was never enough... But to her, he was.

Without another thought or second's hesitation, Wes wrapped his arm around Trinity's shoulders, pulling her in a bit closer so he could place a tender kiss atop her head. "I love you, blondie," he mumbled quietly into her hair so that only she could hear him.

Wes kept her close with his arm around her as they watched an unknown face enter the arena. It wasn't unusual for there to be an influx of new campers showing up out of the blue, but he was still surprised at the how many he had seen... 4... 5? The guy looked to be searching for someone. His emotions were strong enough that even Wes could feel them, although he wouldn't say anything. He just sat their quietly and watched as he raised a token and Liam answered the call. The son of Ares was barely in the arena when the newbie seemed to find what he was looking for. Wes sat too far away to hear what he said, but apparently Liam didn't care. The kid was out cold on the ground before the fight had even started.

Next was Duke and Sloane. If he was a betting man, Wes would put his money on Duke. He had no idea the capabilities Sloane possessed, but she was quiet and mousy. Her reluctance to use her powers or fight reminded him a bit of himself and the sad truth is, he'd never put money on himself either. Duke seemed well fought and smart, plus he was battle worn from the year before. Wes isn't a warrior and even he knows that it changes people. But to his surprise, Sloane somehow kept holding on. The entire fight she was barely able to keep up, but she was smart. And in the end she won, by the skin of her teeth. He didn't know her well, but even found himself a little proud of her perseverance.

In a similar fashion Liv and Iliana were next. And while Iliana was a kind girl, even with her trial put on display for everyone the day before, Wes had a hard time believing that girl was capable of hurting a fly. The daughter of Poseidon, on the other hand, she seemed like she was always out for blood and didn't care who got in her way. So it came as no surprise that she managed to take Iliana's fear of others and twist it to her advantage.

Wes didn't even pretend to understand the intricacies of sparring and combat, but he tried his best to pay attention. Maybe he could learn something. But the next duel left him confused. There was dancing... and singing... and a maze? He didn't have a clue. Wes never claimed to be a smart man, but he thought the point was to fight. Perhaps she was a child of Apollo. They had a special way with music... right? He had no idea. He had been there for over 2 years and still didn't have a clue when it came to demigod bull.

Then there was a gentle tap on his knee before Trinity rose to her feet. Wes gave her a reassuring smile as he watched her make her way to the arena. Unlike the trials, there wasn't a huge pit in his stomach this time. He knew she could kick ass. And that was how the fight started off. It seemed as though it was going to be over pretty quickly... Until Rae shifted into a fucking lion! Wes couldn't help himself, he jumped to his feet when the feline roared. He knew the arena was enchanted but now Trinity was facing something different entirely. He couldn't help but worry for her safety. Everything shifted from what felt like a spar to a gladiatorial contest.

It was hard for Wes to keep up, but eventually Trinity managed to wrangle the lion into submission. Fighting turned to writhing until the arena reset held a now naked redhead. Unable to help himself, Wes shouted out. "Yeah!" He clapped his hands but no one seemed to join in. He laughed nervously knowing he made a fool of himself. But he didn't care. "That's my girlfriend!" he announced proudly. Then after a moment, he smiled awkwardly while rubbing the back of his head. "The lion tamer... not the naked one," he corrected before sinking back into his seat.

Wes smiled proudly as Trinity returned to the stands beside him. "I knew you'd win."

Nick made his way back up to the arena to address everyone. Wes hadn't even noticed that the sun was starting to set. How long had they been out there? "Great fights. There’s not much to say other than… I’m ready to eat, so let’s get out of here."

Once everyone had started leaving Wes sighed softly. "Hungry?" He lightly patted Trinity's thigh. "We could go to the main hall or I could grab us something and we could have a picnic at the beach. Andy?" he offered, leaning forward to get a look at the quiet brunette who sat on the other side of Trinity.